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Clint contemplates marrying one of his sisters. He wants an incestous, legal harem. Will he get it?

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Six: Sisters’ Naughty Roleplay

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

January 28th, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker

I strode into the Sacramento Superior Courthouse with my partner, Sunny Savage. She had a march to her step like she was going into battle. In a way we were, the battle to take down that bastard Clint Elliston. He thought his perverted ways could continue. To flout propriety. This investigation was getting bigger by the day.

Once we hit him, we could hit so many others. The administration of his college, other members of his family, and who knew who else would be swept up in our net. This was a major corruption case as well as sexual crimes.

At the metal detectors, we pulled our ID and badges, flashing them to the sheriff officer manning the security point. He nodded, opening the small gate that bypassed the metal detectors. We strode fast, heading up to Ed Thomas’s office. He was a senior prosecutor. Experienced and sharp.

The perfect guy to bury Clint.

My trench coat swept as we hustled down the halls. We reached the third-floor office and knocked. “Enter!”

Ed Thomas had a large office, his desk covered in paperwork. He had a table to the right, buried in more paperwork that looked like it was in the process of being assembled into a case. A young paralegal was there, moving things around, glancing at a checklist.

“Nelson,” Ed said, grinning at me. He had graying hair, his hairline retreating swiftly. “You salty old mutt, they still letting you run around.”

“Still bumpers that need chasing,” I said. “Got one that belongs to a real asshole.”

“Yes, yes, I have those notes around here,” he said, glancing at his desk.

“Got a big case going on?” I asked.

“That pollution case with Tyler Metalworks,” he said. “Goddamn nightmare of paperwork.” He chuckled. “Going to be interesting.” He glanced over at my partner. “She’s young.”

“You’re just old,” Sunny answered.

“Ain’t that the damned truth,” Ed said. “Well, let’s hear this warrant you need.”

“Just you here?” I asked as I took a seat at his desk. “I thought there was another prosecutor on the case.”

“She’s getting a massage,” he said. “You’re an hour early, right?” He glanced at his watch. “Thought we were meeting at noon.”

“Did I say that?” I frowned.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ed said. “I need a break from staring at all this bullshit. We’re in discovery, and as you can see, they buried us in paperwork.”

Sunny glanced at the stack of boxes, the type that held reams of paperwork, in the corner. She winced.

“Yeah.” Ed grinned. “They’re trying to hide something in all that mess. Can’t wait to find it and bury their asses.”

“We got a real prick that needs burying,” Sunny said. She opened up her satchel. “We have a sworn witness statement here.” She handed it over. “This woman puts Clint Elliston in a sexual encounter with his aunt nine months before she gave birth to her last child.”

“That’s the one with the three kids by some Canadian you can’t prove exists?” Ed asked, scanning the paperwork.

“Yep. Just get us the warrants, we’ll draw blood from Clint, Vicky Samuels, and her daughter Phoebe. We prove his daughter and that’s incontrovertible proof that Clint’s committed incest. Then we just have to start testing other children. Like his mother’s fourth child, Clinton Elliston III.”

“Wait, she has two sons named Clinton?” Ed said. “Jesus, not even trying to hide that, is he?”

“Nope. Then both his sisters, Zoey and Alicia, have three children with fathers we can’t track down. Further, we have a statement from another witness who saw Clint and Zoey having sex, and we have a photo where it’s possible he’s having sex with Alicia. Though it’s inconclusive.”

“Right, right, this is a mess,” he said. “But I’m not going to get a blood draw warrant.”

“What?” Sunny gasped. She leaned down. “We got the fucker, let’s get him.”

“We have a hearsay statement,” he said. “She didn’t see anything.”

“You know that’s bullshit,” I growled. “Hearsay’s allowed if it’s statements made by the principal that show them in a bad light. Don’t fuck around with me.”

“It’s slim. She says she never knew Clint. How do we know that it was him.”

“She picked him out of a photo lineup,” Sunny said. “Along with Pam Elliston and Melody Samuels. They were with him that day.”

Ed leaned back. “It’s still a bad idea to do this. If I get a blood draw warrant, the first thing he’ll do is have his lawyer do an immediate stay. He interned with Elisabet Reenburg. You know her. She’ll have us spending three or four months dealing with her motions and appeals. She’ll challenge this on so many grounds. She might even win. This will give Clint time to work with his friends. Get me more. Real proof that I can spring on him at once. Hard evidence that doesn’t require us alerting him until we’re ready to bury him.”

“Fine,” I growled, frustration rippling through me.

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January 29th, 2021 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

I held my two eldest daughters, both three-and-a-half-years-old, to my chest. Hikaru and Christie felt light as I cradled them in my arms, but they were groaning fast. They were my two daughters born from Pam and Melody. Hikaru was tuckered out from the long wait, but Christie seemed rested. She parted her hair around, a fine down of light-brown silk that fell about her face.

“We’re going to meet your new sister,” I said as marched down the hallway. “Doesn’t that sound fun.”

“Another one?” Christie asked. Her face blanched. “I want to be your only daughter, Daddy.”

“Well, don’t you have fun playing with Hikaru?”

“Me and Hikaru then,” she said, her words adorable.

“What about Amber?”

“She’s okay. But she’s young.”

I chuckled. “Not that much younger than you. And Cassandra or Reina?”

Christie’s face blanched. “They’re babies.”

“So babies are bad?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.

She nodded her head.

“Mmm, but you’re their big sisters, which means you got to look out for them. You and Hikaru. That’s your job.”

“I don’t wanna have a job,” she said.

“A lot of people have that idea,” Melody said, walking at my side. A smile played on her lips.

“Some jobs are fun,” said Zoey. My big sister marched down the hallway. She was getting out of the stripper business. This summer, she was going into business with the Campo sisters. They were opening up a massage parlor. Women only. It sounded positively naughty.

I heartily approved.

“What about you, Amber?” Lee asked. “Do you want a job?”

My third oldest daughter, Amber, tottered after her mother holding her hand. She was adorable in her pink frock, her dark-brown hair gathered in two small pigtails. She was sucking on her thumb. She popped it out and said, “No!”

“See, see!” said Christie. “I don’t want a job, Daddy. I want to play.”

“And you can play with your new sister,” I told her as we rounded the corner.

Christie’s little face twisted in disgust. “Not if she’s a baby. They’re boring. They just cry and sleep and poop.”

“I remember when you were a baby,” Melody said. “That does sound right.”

Alicia giggled. She was carrying one of our children, our daughter Cassandra while her twin, little Aaron, stumbled on his stubby legs, holding Alicia’s hand. My youngest sister still looked adorable, but her schoolgirl look was muted now. She had graduated from college, growing up. But she would always be my little princess even if she couldn’t quite pull off that adorable look any longer.

“Here we are,” Mom said. She had come to get us. She had been in there with Aunt Vicky while she was giving birth to my daughter. She was holding our son, Clinton III. He was sleeping in her arms, holding her tight. My firstborn son. I hoped he would be my heir.

I wonder how many sisters he would have in his harem. If I had my way, he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he was loving all his sisters. He would be open about it, leading the submissive ones around by leashes, marrying the ones he fell in love with.

I just hoped he left a few for his old man to enjoy when they turned eighteen.

Mrs. Hiragawa held my now second-youngest child. Reina was six months old, cradled in her arms sleeping. Pam’s mother looked so radiant holding our daughter. She was an amazing mother. All my women were great mothers.

All save Zoey.

When would she let me breed her? She wasn’t my girlfriend or my princess or my sex slave. She was my fuck buddy. I couldn’t order her to be bred like I did with Aunt Vicky, and she seemed to have no interest in it, much to her girlfriend Stefani’s chagrin. They walked holding hands.

Mom shouldered open the door to the maternity room and revealed Aunt Vicky on her hospital bed. She looked exhausted and yet radiant. She was nursing our daughter Phoebe. The look of motherly delight on her face was incredible to see. Christie leaned forward. Hikaru stirred on my other side and looked up. She rubbed at her sleepy eye and then gasped.

“A baby, Daddy!” she said, twisting in my arm.

“That’s your new sister. She’s Phoebe,” I said, this feeling of awe falling on me that I always felt when meeting one of my children for the first time. A tingle raced through me as I came to the bed. My sex slave looked up and had shiny eyes.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Master?” she asked. “She’s a hungry one. Takes after her father.”

I smiled.

Clinton stirred. He lifted his head from my mother’s shoulder and had this serious look on his face. At two, he was rebelling more and more at being held by my mom. He squirmed in her arms and then glanced down at his sister. He stared at her and I wondered what he was thinking.

Would Phoebe be one of his women one day?

“Makes you think, huh?” Stefani said, nudging Zoey. “About our own.”

“I’m good,” Zoey said. “Nothing stopping you.”

“I don’t want to go through that on my own. We’re doing it together, Yunie.”

“Daddy,” Christie said, squirming, “how can Phoebe be your daughter if you’re not married to Aunt Vicky. Can’t only married people have babies.”

“I’m not married to your mother, am I?” I asked her. “And we had you.”

Her brow furrowed. This look of confusion crossed her face. “You’re not married to them? Don’t you love Mommy and Mommy Pam?”

“Of course I love them,” I said, the words prickling at my thoughts. “It’s complicated, honey.”

“That’s a big word.”

“Yep.”

I found myself stepping back from the bed and allowing my women to sweep in around Aunt Vicky. Lee picked up Amber so she could see better. The sight pushed down my daughter’s words. I held the two girls and smiled at my family around me. This was something worth fighting for. Worth changing the world so we didn’t have to lie about anything.

Then I could marry all my women, especially the two I loved the most. Incest and bigamy. Why did the world have to think this was wrong? Who cared who I loved? I wasn’t forcing my sisters. They were all consenting.

Why couldn’t we be allowed to make it official?

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Vicky Samuels

I shuddered as everyone surrounded me. The last time I had a child, the family was smaller. Clint had looked much like Clinton, the same age as him, and my Master had been held in my sister’s arms. Clinton even had that same serious expression Clint had at two. Back then, the first Clint, the man whom I still love and whom I missed, held Melody and Zoey in his arms like my Master did now with his eldest daughters.

Bubbling joy shot through me as the children all began to babble, talking about their new little sister. Phoebe was such a delight. I was so glad to have one last daughter. I glanced at young Clinton and hoped he would be as good a big brother as my Master.

My Master had to succeed in legalizing incest. Our family was too beautiful to be considered illegal.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

Christie’s words still echoed through my mind that evening. My mom was with Aunt Vicky, keeping her company, while the rest of us took the children home so they could get some sleep. I was feeling antsy, so I got out the rope.

Lee was always a delight to tie up. She kept herself limber and in great shape. She loved running, her body leaned and lovely. I went with a bright-red rope to contrast against her skin, a deep scarlet that would look beautiful.

“Ooh, yes, that’s tight, Master,” Lee cooed as I worked the knot.

Shibari, Japanese rope bondage, was a work of art. There were always new ways I discovered to wrap them about her body. Tonight, I had her legs bound at the ankles and then spread wide at the knees. They were thrust over her head. Her arms behind her and bound down her back. I wrapped the ropes around her breasts, squeezing them tight, and had two going around her pussy lips, pulling them open and revealing her pink depths. Her juices dribbled out of her as I worked.

“I like this pattern,” Pam said, smiling as I worked the braiding weave of rope up Lee’s back to finish up the binding. “And the legs being spread wide. That’s a nice touch.”

“She’s going to be dripping pussy juices on us all night,” Melody said, this gleam in her eyes.

“I figured you’d like that,” I said, grinning at my blonde queen.

“Mmm, all night long,” said Lee with this happy contentment.

I didn’t know how she could sleep tied up, but she could. She was happily confined and dripping wet. It was amazing how different we could all be. We had the same father and our mothers were sisters. Melody and I were dominants, Lee was a masochist submissive, Alicia a pampered princess, and Zoey just liked having fun.

How would my children turn out?

“You’re ready,” I said, attaching the right part of the bondage thick hook dangling from a heavy-duty rope that was hung from an eye bolt sunk deep into the ceiling joist. It could hold three times Lee weight without issue.

I hauled her up, pulling on the rope, sliding her higher and higher. She gasped as she lifted off the bed. The rope creaked and swayed, turning slowly. She turned, her hair swaying around her face. She squirmed as she reached the peak. A naughty chandelier to dangle over us.

“How’s that?” I asked as I secured the end of the rope to another hook set in the wall with a bowline hitch.

“Just perfect, Master,” she said with a soft sigh. “Mmm, I feel amazing.”

“I bet you do,” I said. Already a drop of cunt cream fell onto the bed. “It’s not biting into you in any places. No tingling.”

“Circulation feels fine,” she said, wiggling her fingers and toes. “No pinched nerves.” She smiled at me. “Just a hot cunt and that wonderful abrasion all over my skin. Ooh, I’m going to be striped for days.”

“Good,” I said as she rotated around. I grabbed her head and turned her, I planted a hot kiss on her mouth. I plundered my tongue past her lips, dancing with hers.

Pam turned off the lights and then I pulled the covers back. I slid into the bed and my two women followed, Pam snuggling up on my left, Melody on my right. I stared up at Lee as she slowly creaked above, her eyes gleaming in the dim light coming through our bedroom window. The rope was almost black against her pale flesh.

“Phoebe was so cute,” said Pam. “Mmm, you make cute babies, Clint.”

“Wanting another one?” I asked.

“If we weren’t in graduate school,” she said. “But I do. When things are more settled. It would be nice to have a second one of your children.”

“More rugrats to run around the house,” said Melody, a big grin on her face.

“You can breed me whenever you want, Master,” Lee said. “Say the word, and I’ll stop taking the pill.”

“Or just forget again?” Melody asked slyly.

“I’m forgetful sometimes,” Lee said with that faux innocence.

“Furniture is supposed to be quiet,” I reminded her.

“Right, Master,” she said. “Sorry. I just like being bred. You could do it against my will. Just pin me down and ram that dick into me from behind and pump me full of your cum so I’ll be your pregnant slut that you—”

“Lee.”

“Right, sorry, Master,” she said.

“Maybe we should put a vibrator in her cunt,” said Melody.

“Then I won’t be able to sleep,” Pam said. “I’d have to hear that buzzing away all night.”

“Hmm,” I said, staring up at Lee. She slowly turned above us, creaking back and forth. The sound was comforting. The personification of domination. I studied Lee while Christie’s words echoed through my mind. They resonated again and again.

“Should we get married?” I asked my two women.

“Bigamy’s not legal yet,” Melody said. She pressed against me, her breasts round against my side. “I thought you wanted to wait until then.”

“Maybe…” I stared up at the ceiling. “I could marry one of you legally and both of you spiritually like Dad with our mothers.”

“So you’d be marrying Pam, huh?” Melody asked.

Pam stiffened beside me.

“I didn’t say it would be Pam,” I said carefully.

“She’s the one to marry though,” Melody said. “No rumors that she’s really your sister. No one outside the family has any idea about it. There would be no issues. I’m still your cousin. Might look weird to outsiders.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, still studying Melody.

“No,” Melody purred and then she straddled my body. She rubbed her shaved pussy on my cock. She rubbed her snatch up and down my shaft. She slid up me. Her juices soaked me. “I get to be the mistress. Mmm, you can fuck me in public. Let people see you screwing someone that’s not your wife.”

“Are you going to make me into a cuckqueen?” Pam asked.

“A what?” I asked.

“You know, a female cuckold,” Pam said. “The one watching in the corner while the wife gets nailed, only it’s my husband nailing this trollop who’s enticing him with her beautiful body. And I just have to sit there in the corner, fingering my pussy, watching you drive your cock in and out of her pussy. You’ll fuck her so hard.”

“Oh, god, yes,” moaned Melody. “You have to marry her.” She ground her juicy pussy on my cock. She coated me in her cunt cream. She slid her snatch up and down my cock faster, her pussy felt amazing on me. Her clit rubbed pressed hard on me, this delicious bump. “Then I’ll fuck you. We’ll make her watch as I make you explode.”

“Oh, yes, yes, make him explode,” moaned Pam. She pulled away from me and boldly thrust her fingers between her thighs. Her round face twisted with pleasure. Her plump breasts jiggled. She slammed her digits deep into her cunt. “Fuck my husband. Ooh, give him all that pleasure.”

“Yes!” hissed Melody, squirming on me. She pressed into my chest, her breasts soft against me.

“This is hot,” whimpered Lee. “Wait, sorry, Master. I’ll be quiet.”

“So hot,” groaned Pam. “Slide that twat down my husband’s cock. Ooh, just engulf him with that slutty cunt!”

“Such a slutty cunt,” moaned Melody, her juice soaking me. I loved the feel of her nipples on my chest, the plumpness of her breasts. “I’m going to engulf your married cock in my pussy. I’m going to massage you. I’m going to slide up and down your cock. Ooh, you’re going to erupt in me. You’re going to explode in me.”

“Am I?” I asked. “Can you make me cum harder than my wife can?”

“God, yes!” Melody moaned. “Look at her. Mmm, she’s just so wet for you to fuck my pussy. She’s masturbating like the little cuckqueen she is.”

“Yes, yes, I just want to watch you fuck her, honey,” Pam whimpered.

Damn, this roleplay was getting hot. My sisters were delicious. I grabbed Melody’s ass. I squeezed her rump, my fingers digging into her tight ass. I slid her pussy up my cock, her breasts rubbing into my chest. Her labia slid against my shaft. Her clit brushed across the tip before her cuntlips nuzzled against the crown. She wiggled her hips, staring down at me.

Then she slid her pussy down my cock. She engulfed me with her incestuous twat. This incredible, silky heaven slid around my shaft. I groaned, my fingers gripping her asscheeks. I held her tight as she took more and more of my cock into her cunt. My half-sister took every inch of me.

“Ooh, yes, you’re fucking my husband now,” moaned Pam. “Look at you, just taking his cock like a nasty whore.”

“Mmm, but I’m the whore that’s fucking your husband,” panted Melody, her cunt clenching around my cock. “Ooh, he’s so big. Such a huge cock I get to fuck while you just get to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” Pam moaned, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

I smiled at my Japanese sister, loving the lust reflected in her dark eyes. She was so gorgeous. All my women were. I groaned as Melody slid her pussy up my cock. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her snatch massaged me. Teased me. She undulated her hips, stirring her amazing twat around my cock.

There was nothing like being in the pussy of a woman related to you. Sister. Mother. Aunt. All delicious.

Her lips kissed at my cheek. She licked me with her hot tongue as she swiveled her hips. She stirred her incestuous passion around my aching cock. She slammed down my shaft, engulfing every inch of my dick. Her nipples rubbed against my chest. The pleasure surged through me, warming my balls.

She rocked on me, her ass flexing beneath my hand. Melody moaned and panted. She gripped me tight in her silky heaven. Her breasts rubbed into my chest as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. She gave me such bliss. She spilled pleasure through my body.

The rope creaked above.

I glanced up at Lee. I loved the sight of the rope bound about her body. The red cords were wrapped around her round breasts, squeezing them into jiggling mounds. She watched with lust in her eyes. A drop of pussy juices fell from her cunt, splashing on my hand.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to make you explode in front of your wife,” purred Melody in my ear. “You’re going to fire all that juicy cum into me, aren’t you.”

“Yes!” I growled.

“Cum in her cunt, honey!” whimpered Pam. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love watching you. It’s so hot. Fire all that jizz into her.”

Melody moaned, rocking faster. I helped her, pulling on her ass and then slamming her down my cock. Her breasts massaged my chest, those hard nipples sliding over my skin. I loved the feel of her on me. Around me. My cock throbbed, the pressure building and building at the tip.

She was bringing me closer and closer to the point of eruption. To spurting into her juicy snatch. I would pump into her cunt. Just flood her with all my incestuous seed. Pam whimpered beside us. She bit her lower lip, both hands now between her thighs.

They were rubbing and fingering and pleasing herself. My Japanese half-sister groaned. Her eyes watched us with such lust. Her breasts trembled together. The wet plunge of her digits echoed beside us.

“Oh, damn,” I growled. “I’m going to fire so much jizz into her cunt, honey. I’m going to flood the slut with all my seed.”

“Do it!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, do it, dear! Make me utterly into you cuckqueen!”

“Then I’m going to make you lick your husband’s cum out of my cunt!” Melody moaned, her pussy squeezing down around me.

“Yes!” Pam squealed and then she came.

It was a sight to witness. I couldn’t believe she was beating us to that moment of explosion. She bucked on the bed, her spine arching. Her breasts heaved and jiggled together. Both her hands rubbed feverishly at her cunt. She moaned and gasped.

Melody worked her pussy faster, her hips swiveling, stirring around my cock. She massaged me, whimpering as we both watched Pam writhe through her orgasm. My dick throbbed in Melody’s cunt. The pleasure built and built in my balls.

“Damn,” Lee muttered. “She’s getting off on that. I love it.”

“I know!” I growled. “Look at you, honey, just getting off on being my cuckqueen!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Pam.

“Oh, god, I need you to cum in me!” moaned my half-sister. She slammed her pussy down my cock. “I need that jizz in me, stud!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. That silky, delicious snatch spasmed around my shaft. Her snatch milked me. Sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tensing, bathed by the hot juices gushing out around my dick.

“Fuck!” I snarled and erupted.

My hot cum fired into my sister’s pussy. I basted her with my jizz. She squirmed atop me, her pussy writhing around my dick. Her delicious flesh milking me made every spurt of my seed send ecstasy slamming through me.

Stars burst through the darkness. I bucked beneath her, thrusting up and shifting her cumming pussy around my cock. Her hungry cunt worked on me. Eruptions of my jizz fired into her pussy. My spunk splashed into her pussy, soaking her in my cum.

“Oh, damn, yes,” I growled. “Make her lick your cum out of you. Make my wife lick you clean.”

“God, yes,” Melody moaned as her pussy wrung out the last of my cum.

My orgasm peaked and then died.

In a flash, Melody was sliding off of my cock. Her pussy popped off as she crawled off of me. She rolled Pam onto her back then pivoted. Melody threw her left leg over Pam and straddled her head. She sat up straight, pressing her pussy right onto Pam’s face.

“Lick out all your husband’s cum from my pussy!” moaned my blonde half-sister. “Oh, yes, yes, see how much he came in my cunt. Mmm, clean me up, you naughty cuckqueen!”

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Pam Hiragawa

I loved this fantasy.

My half-sister’s shaved twat ground on my face. She rubbed the hot folds of her pussy into my mouth while our brother’s cum poured out of her and into my mouth flavored by her sweet juices. They were incredible. I flicked my tongue out. I ran through her cuntlips, lapping, licking, and feasting on her.

They felt incredible against my tongue.

I fluttered my tongue up and down her slit. I danced through her folds. I caressed her. Teased her. I darted my tongue through that wonderful and juicy snatch. I feasted on her. It was incredible to do. Her cunt tasted just amazing. Hot spunk dribbled out of her and flooded into my mouth.

She ground her pussy on my lips. My tongue darted through the depths of her pussy. I flicked up his salty cum and her sweet cream. Her breasts jiggled above me. She grinned as she stared down at me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, see all that cum your husband fired into my twat?” she purred. “How much he loved my cunt.”

“Yes!” I moaned, this cuckqueen fantasy rippling through me. I was studying psychology and sexual paraphernalia. It was so exciting learning about the science behind kinky behavior that our family delved into.

I loved to watch, and this cuckqueen fantasy just fed on my voyeuristic delight while adding this strange, almost masochistic rush into it. This humiliation that only intensified my orgasm while I was masturbating. For a moment, it was like I was watching my husband being taken from me by another woman, witnessing the pleasure they shared.

I came so hard.

“He fired so much jizz into you,” I groaned. I fluttered my tongue up and down her slit. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of it. She rotated her hips. She ground her hot twat on me. She shuddered, smearing her pussy up and down my folds. “Feed it to me.”

“God, that’s hot to watch,” groaned Clint. “Fuck, just feed her all that jizz.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Melody. “Lick all that jizz out of me. Ooh, you’re just such a slutty cuckqueen. Feasting on your husband’s cum marinating in my pussy. He loved my cunt better.”

That sent another wicked thrill through me. I shuddered and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. I was strangely submitting to this. It was such a delicious roleplay. My tongue darted through her folds, lapping at her, devouring every bit of cum out of my half-sister’s cunt.

The incestuous mix of their juices fed this wild hunger in me. I fluttered my tongue up and down. I swirled through them. They were gasping. Moaning. The bliss flowed through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, my thighs rubbing tight, my pussy on fire.

It was so hot eating her.

My pussy was on fire. I needed a cock in me, but I was too busy licking her cunt to ask for it. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. I teased her. Licked her. I feasted on her while she moaned and squeezed her tits.

“Oh, yes, yes, you little cuckqueen!” moaned Melody. “Damn, that’s it. You’re getting me clean.”

“Just lapping all my cum out of you,” Clint said. “What a nasty, little wife she is.”

“Yes!” I squealed and bucked, wanting to marry my brother so much.

I slid my tongue through her folds, not finding any more of his cum. That was always the sad part of eating a creampie but it also meant I got the full enjoyment of eating my sister’s incestuous twat. Now I just had her sweet juices to enjoy.

They were wonderful.

I brushed her clit. Stroked her labia. My fingers, sticky with my cunt cream, grabbed her rump. I massaged her as she ground on me. She gasped and moaned, gripping the headboard as she ground on me. Lee panted above us, the ropes creaking.

“Damn,” growled Clint. “That’s it, just devour her. Feast on her, honey. I love it. Lick my mistress’s cunt clean!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Melody. “I’m cumming on your slut-wife’s mouth, stud! Oh, god, yes!”

Sweet cunt cream flooded my mouth. The hot cream gushed out of her. She flooded my mouth. Filled me up again and again. This was incredible. A rush to enjoy. My body bucked and trembled. The bliss rippled through me. My eyes fluttered as I licked up her pussy cream. I wiggled my hips from side to side, rubbing my thighs together.

My tongue kept stroking her, cleaning up all those wonderful juices. Her moans echoed through hour bedroom. Clint watched us with hungry eyes. I knew he would fuck one of us before we all fell into sleep.

Which one? His mistress or his wife?

This was such a naughty game.

“Oh, damn, that’s good,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! I love it. Oh, my god, I love it so much! Just drink all my pussy cream!”

“So good!” grunted Clint.

He ripped Melody off of my face. She gasped as she landed on her back. He was kneeling. The top of his head brushed Lee’s thighs. If he rose his head up all the way, he could feast on her pussy while fucking us. It looked like he was going for Melody again.

I was the cuckqueen tonight. No cock for me, but that was okay. It was so hot getting to watch.

“Let me put it in, Honey,” I moaned and slid around. I straddled Melody, bringing my trimmed bush to her hungry lips. “Let me slide your cock into your mistress’s pussy. I know you love her cunt more than me.”

Clint’s head shot up. He had this look on his face. Concern. He met my gaze, and I could see he was about to ruin the fantasy by saying something wonderfully romantic. I smiled at him and winked. He relaxed, knowing it was just part of the game.

Tomorrow night, we’d be back to being his sister-lovers. His incestuous queens. Tonight, I was reveling in this fantasy.

I grabbed his cock, still wet from Melody’s pussy. As Melody slid her tongue through my cuntlips and sent such a wonderful wave of delight through me, I grabbed a pillow. I shoved it beneath her rump, forcing her to lift herself up with her legs.

“Now you have to fuck her asshole,” I moaned, pressing his cock past her pussy. I had to go by feel because I couldn’t see. I slid him past her taint, my hand caressing her skin. I felt the edge of her sphincter and knew he was on target. “You have to pound your whore in the asshole and cum hard. I know she’ll make you explode.”

“God, you’re such a loving wife,” Clint said, staring at me with hunger in his eyes.

I winked at him.

He rammed into Melody’s asshole. She moaned into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered through my depths. I gasped and arched my back. My head snapped up and I came face to face with the grinning, mischievous Lee. She licked her lips and arched her eyebrow at me.

I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips. I thrust my tongue into my sister-slave mouth while grinding on our other’s sister’s lips. Lee whimpered, her tongue caressing mine. Melody groaned into my cunt. The bed rocked as my husband fucked her.

“Damn,” growled Clint. He thrust hard and fast. “What a view. You got a dripping pussy, slut. Just such a nasty cunt. I bet you could use some stimulation.”

Lee moaned into our kiss. The ropes creaked. Her entire body twitched, shifting her mouth against mine.

I held her head tight, kissing her as Clint devoured her cunt and fucked Melody’s asshole. The bed rocked as the four of us loved each other in our own perverted ways. Incest blazed between us, uniting us.

I rubbed my furred muff into Melody’s hungry tongue. I savored her exploring my twat. She feasted on me with that naughty tongue. I kept kissing Lee, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. The ropes creaked as she squirmed and ground her cunt on my face.

The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through our bedroom. Clint growled into Lee’s cunt. I bet he had his tongue thrust into her pussy like Melody’s was in me. Just swirling around, stimulating the little brat the way bliss was rushing through my body.

Only I could cum all I wanted.

I broke the kiss with Lee and stared into her brown eyes. “You wish you could cum, don’t you?”

“God, yes, Mistress Pam!” she moaned. “Ooh, Master’s got his tongue deep into my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, my husband is feasting on you while your sister is devouring me.”

“I hope she makes you cum so hard, Mistress Pam,” Lee groaned. “Oh, god, because Master is going to make her explode with his cock. He is fucking her so hard. Hear them?”

“Yes!” I gasped as that smack of flesh on flesh echoed through the room.

“Her asshole feels amazing, honey,” growled Clint. “And your pussy tastes delicious tonight, whore.”

“I’m so glad my nasty, slutty cunt is pleasing you, Master!” she moaned. “Eat me! Devour all my juices out of me while fucking Mistress Melody’s asshole!”

“God, he’s fucking me so hard!” whimpered Melody. “I’m going to explode on him. Ooh, yes, yes, ram that dick in me.”

She thrust her tongue back into my pussy. My pleasure built and built as my orgasm hurtled towards me. What a wonderful and wicked night. I was so glad to share this wild experience. I ground my cunt on Melody’s hungry face, the pressure building and building. I was moments from that explosion of rapture that would send me over the edge.

That delicious burst of ecstasy that would have me trembling and heaving. My breasts jiggled and swayed. My pussy ached. My cunt clenched around Melody’s probing tongue. My clit rubbed into her chin. As her lips moved, she massaged my bud.

“Fuck!” growled Clint. “I’m going to flood that tight asshole.”

“Oh, god, do it!” hissed my half-sister into my pussy. “Shit!”

Melody bucked beneath me, her turn to cum first. She moaned into my twat. Her passion vibrated around my pussy lips. Then she latched on my clit. I gasped and kissed Lee hard. I squealed into her mouth as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me.

Waves of rapture washed through my body.

The pleasure flowing through me had me shuddering and groaning. Stars burst across my vision. I wiggled my hips from side to side, feeding Melody all my cunt cream. Lee whimpered into my lips, shuddering and twitching.

Fighting the orgasm she couldn’t have without Clint’s permission. She wasn’t like Melody and me.

“God fucking damn, yes!” growled Clint. “Take it, Melody!”

“Oh, I love it when you flood me!” gasped Melody.

I broke my kiss with Lee to howl, “Me, too! Oh, my god, you’re making her feel so good, Clint! Trust me!”

“I do!” he growled.

I shuddered, dizzy on this pleasure. My rapture carried me to this wonderful height. I hung there, Melody licking at my cunt while my mind whirled. I had to write a paper on this. The Psychology of the Cuckqueen. There wasn’t much research into it.

I loved my family. They inspired me.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

As my women snuggled up to me, I stared up at Lee. Was it time to actually marry my women? We were still in graduate school. But it would be great to do it. To make it official. It had to be at the right time. The right place. I wanted to marry them both, but I was moving into a new world. Through the Reenburgs, I was meeting more and more of the powerful people of California.

Discreetly, some of them were indulging in incest. One of them had even let his daughter get trained by Mrs. Umayyah. He now had his own slut daughter to please him. He would be a useful man to have in my pocket.

But more work needed to be done.

Sleep was a long time in coming as I stared up at Lee bound and dreaming above me, her face twitching.

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September 13th, 2021 – Leann “Lee” Samuels

I liked my new job. Master was right to make me work at the Campo sister’s massage parlor. Those two naughty dykes, Zoey, and Stefani were having so much fun teasing their clients and driving them wild. Sometimes I got to play.

But most of the time I had to suffer in the reception area, not getting to have any of the fun while knowing they were giving their female customers “happy ending” massages. It made me squirm and shudder. I bit my lower lip as the vibrator churned away inside of me.

Master was playing with the settings. He was at college, probably bored for a moment and wanting some fun. He could even be watching me on the security cameras. He had access to them on his phone through a simple app.

I glanced at the one in the corner and smiled.

DING!

I shivered and then glanced at my computer, seeing what was coming up. There was a messenger app opened. My mom had sent me a massage, asking if Clint had turned on my vibrator, too. We were both suffering together.

She was off maternity leave and back teaching college history. Phoebe was eight months old and just so adorable. All the children were growing up so fast. I squirmed on the chair, the vibrator humming away driving me nuts.

I would be a good girl. I wouldn’t cum. Not one bit. I would save up all this sexual energy. When Master slid his cock into me and said those magic words, I would explode on his dick. I would orgasm so hard I’d black out.

It would be wonderful.

The front door opened, chiming the bell. I looked up and smiled to see a Hispanic woman walking in. She was middle-aged but took care of herself. A delicious MILF with a rocking body in a business skirt suit and a ruffled blouse. Her skin had a delicious, golden-tan hue to it, her black hair pulled back in a sexy bun.

“Welcome to the Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor,” I purred. “You must be new. I’m Lee, the receptionist, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh, yeah, my friend, Olivia Wright, recommended this place. She told me it would help me relax.” The Hispanic woman played with her wedding ring with a nervous tick.

“Marital problems?” I asked.

“Not for long,” she muttered. “But, you know, it’s so stressful bringing it to a close. I could really, really use a massage.”

“Well, what did Olivia say about our service?” I asked. I knew Olivia. She was one of our very first customers. She had a sexy daughter. The pair both enjoyed having a “couples” massage that always ended up with mother and daughter pleasing each other.

“Just that your masseuses were skilled at helping a woman relax,” she said. “That this is a special place.”

“Well, it is,” I said. “We only take on female customers, so we’re skilled in what you need.” I glanced at my schedule. “Juana is free. We have some options, including the full relaxation package. Or you can have a nuru massage or a soap massage.” I smiled at her. “That’s where the masseuse uses her body covered in soap or this wonderful nuru gel that makes her quite slippery.”

“Her, uh, body?” the woman asked, looking shocked.

“It’s Japanese,” I said. “Very relaxing. And, of course, we have the vibrating massage.”

“What?” the woman asked, sounding almost scandalized.

“Yeah, we use a wand massager to run over your sore muscles and other problem areas,” I said, my cunt clenching on the vibrator humming away inside my pussy. “It’s sooooo relaxing on certain spots. You’ll love it.”

“Well, uh, sure,” she said. “I’ll take that one.”

“Okay,” I said, starting typing. “What’s your name?”

“Cruzita Gutiérrez.” She shifted her purse on her shoulder. “I need this bad.”

“Mmm, I know what you mean,” I panted, my pussy on fire. It was incredible holding off my orgasmic release. “But you’ll be in good hands here! Olivia is one of our favorite customers. She and her daughter come in all the time.”

I couldn’t wait to hear Cruzita moaning. I loved watching the video feeds of the massages.

To be continued…

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Yoshiko discovers changes to her body after her ghostly encounter with the futanari spirit.

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Two: Naughty Naked Selfies
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders.

Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo’s daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never up so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn’t her father’s castle have it’s own bath house?

“You’re the miko at the shrine,” Mitsuko-hime said, her voice as lovely as a songbird. “Right?”

My heart sped up. “I…I am, Ōjo-sama.” I lowered my eyes, not worthy to look at her.

“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked, so polite for one of such station. She turned, the curve of her rear just peeking over the steamy waters of the onsen. “I have trouble reaching.”

Mouth dry, I nodded my head, fearing to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily blossoming before me. I slipped out of my yukata, the air warm with summer’s heat and the water’s steam. I stepped into the onsen the rocks smooth beneath my feet as I waded out to her.

I thought a prayer to the kami of the onsen. Thank you for this gift.

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500 years later…

A the end of classes, nineteen-year-old Yoshiko Stenet was still in a daze as she walked home with one of her two best friends, Lori Watson. Yoshiko’s narrow eyebrows were furrowed over her round, blue, Caucasian eyes. She was half-Japanese, her skin a pale, dusky olive; her cheekbones narrow, delicate; her hair curtains of black silk falling like a sleek waterfall down her back. Besides her foreign eyes, only her large breasts, swelling her buttoned-down blouse, ruined the petite, Japanese schoolgirl look she cultivated with knee-high socks and uniform-esque skirts.

“What is wrong with you?” Lori asked, her red hair glowing in the bright, Californian sun as they walked home from classes at the Redwood Academy. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Yoshiko almost flinched. I did.

But how could she tell her friend that not only had she seen a ghost in the girls’ bathroom, but said ghost was a futa and had taken Yoshiko’s cherry. The lesbian schoolgirl had twice popped into the bathroom after her ghostly encounter to probe her fingers into her pussy and feel how open she was. No more hymen covered her sex’s entrance.

And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost’s girl-dick to fill her again.

Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the Shinto religion, ministering to kami and leading rituals in temples. They were often daughters of the priest.

And this one was a futanari.

“Yooooshiiiikoooo,” Lori said, drawing out every syllable of Yoshiko’s name. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” Yoshiko answered, trying to forget that huge dick thrusting from the miko’s crotch and how wonderful it felt when the futa-ghost had fucked her in the bathroom. Yoshiko was well aware of futanari—girls with dicks. As an Anime fan and a lesbian, she always sought out naked pictures of her favorite female characters to masturbate to. Often, she came across the futa variants, finding their dicks strangely attractive even though a normal guy did nothing for Yoshiko.

But you put a penis on a girl, and it’s soooo sexy.

“Is it Kat? Was she bullying you again?”

Yoshiko blinked, forgetting all about Kat, the rich bitch who had caught Yoshiko masturbating in the locker room and spying on the other showering girls, including Lori. Since then, Yoshiko had to give Kat answers to homework in the two classes they shared. She thought Kat was a homophobe, picking on her for being a lesbian, and then she caught Kat bent over Ms. Lindon’s desk, being fucked by the lesbian teacher’s strap-on.

Kat was a lesbian. A dyke like she calls me.

“Something did happen,” Lori said, leaning in. “Dish.”

Yoshiko trembled, a sudden urge rising in her to kiss her friend’s pouty lips, to cup her freckled cheeks and make Lori shudder in delight. But Lori was straight and dating Yoshiko’s other best friend, Chris Sowards. For a guy, he was cool, never treating Yoshiko differently. She couldn’t ruin her two friends’ relationship.

Even if she wanted Lori so badly.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Yoshiko blinked. Was that the ghost? Or am I just remembering her whispering that name. Princess Mitsuko. Did the ghost love her?

“Dish,” Lori said. “I need to know.”

“I saw Kat and Ms. Lindon together.”

“The teacher you have a crush on was with your bully?” Lori gasped, red eyebrows arching, her jaw dropping. “Holy shit. Are you serious?”

“Kat was bent over her desk, and Ms. Lindon was fucking her with a strap-on.”

“Oh, that’s wild,” Lori giggled. “I can’t believe it. Kat’s a homophobic bully who secretly wants to be with girls. And you caught her being a hypocrite. Tell me you recorded them with your phone.”

Yoshiko shook her head. “I don’t want to get Ms. Lindon in trouble.”

“Right, right,” Lori sighed. “Still, nice to get back at that bitch. I can’t believe this. Ooh, I want to kick her ass even more now.” Then she gave Yoshiko a sly look.

“What?” she blinked at her friend.

“No wonder you came back from visiting Ms. Lindon all flushed and dazed. I bet you slipped into the bathroom and had to masturbate after watching your crush in action.”

Yoshiko’s cheeks went crimson That was exactly what happened. And what had attracted the ghost. But why? She couldn’t have been the first girl to masturbate in there. Unless I was? Her fingers itched to double-check that she really wasn’t a virgin any longer, to reach beneath her skirt, push aside her panties, and probe at her pussy.

But she was good. She didn’t do that.

“We have to figure out a way to use this,” Lori said. “Want to come over to my house? My parents are going to be gone. We can have some privacy.”

Yoshiko’s heart sped up. Her voice croaked out, “Privacy?” Is it happening. Is she finally giving in and stripping naked for me.

An image of a Japanese girl, standing naked in a hot spring, danced in Yoshiko’s thoughts for a moment, her breasts glistening with water, steam rising about her. She turned, looking right at Yoshiko, a soft smile on her lips.

Yoshiko’s clit burned so hot. She leaned closer to Lori, her heart thudding, her body on fire. She wanted to kiss Lori. She had to kiss Lori.

“Yes, privacy, I need you to take some pictures of me for Chris.” Lori’s smile grew, and it wasn’t for Yoshiko. Lori was thinking of her boyfriend. “I promised him a new set of nudes since he has to stay late at school for a project. I wanted him to have something to think of me. Especially since he’s all alone with Mariah Young. And I don’t trust that Black bitch not to try something. Not that Chris would, but she’s such a skank.”

“Oh,” Yoshiko said, swallowing, disappointment souring her stomach.

“It’s not a problem, right?” Lori asked. “I’d do it for you if you found that special girl to make you happy.” She beamed at Yoshiko. “I know you’ll find her someday. And she’ll make you as happy as Chris makes me.”

Yoshiko feared she had found that girl. As much as she ached to be taught the arts of lesbian love by Ms. Lindon or one of the other girls she masturbated to, it was Lori who Yoshiko wanted. Her best friend. The girl who knew her best. But Lori was straight. The one time they kissed wasn’t the explosion of love Yoshiko had hoped for.

So she could only be Lori’s friend. Yoshiko loved her friend and wanted some form of a relationship with Lori. Maybe one day I will get over my crush and find someone else, then I won’t fight jealous impulses because of Chris or have urges to kiss Lori out of the blue.

“Of course I’ll take your picture,” Yoshiko said, feigning that she didn’t have feelings for her friend. The idea of seeing Lori naked both excited Yoshiko and saddened her. It’s not me she’s getting naked for.

“Wonderful,” Lori said. “I’m hoping these pictures will be super naughty.”

Yoshiko nodded as they headed down the street. She needed to change the subject, to let her hot body, and throbbing clit, relax. Otherwise she might just jump Lori right here on the street. Her mind searched for a subject, any subject.

“What do you think they’ll do about the tree?” Yoshiko asked. That was a safe topic.

“I don’t know,” Lori said, her face falling. “I hope they don’t have to cut it down. It’s such a beautiful tree. It’s a shame the lightning struck it.”

Growing on the lawn before their school was a large, Japanese Pine Tree, its canopy spread wide, its many trunks growing in all directions, splitting into a maze of thick branches. Its bark had such a unique, red hue to it, and its needles were a light green, not the dark of pine and fir trees found native to California. But during the storm last night, it was stuck by lightning, the main trunk split open and looked so charred, the tree’s bark dulling to gray like it had died.

“The school will look so different without it,” lamented Lori.

Yoshiko agreed.

“Even that exchange student was moved by the sight.” Lori nudged Yoshiko. “It was so weird seeing Miyu bowing before it. Must be a Japanese thing, right?”

“She was showing respect, I guess,” Yoshiko answered. Her mother was Japanese, but all the girl knew of Japanese culture came from watching Anime in English. So she knew lots of Japanese tropes, but how much of it was really accurate?

Maybe I should learn more about my culture. Ghosts are a big deal, and I just encountered a very Japanese one.

“Maybe you should see if Miyu’s gay,” Lori said, a grin on her face. “You two would be so cute together.”

“Because we’re both Japanese?” Yoshiko asked.

“Yes,” clapped Lori. “A little yuri romance. Those are your favorite, right? The yuri Anime”

Yoshiko nodded. Yuri was the Japanese word for lily, and was associated with lesbianism. Any Anime that showed young schoolgirls with even a hint of romance between them was labeled yuri. They were often doomed romance, one or both of the characters eventually growing out of their infatuation in favor of boys, but sometimes they didn’t.

Those were Yoshiko’s absolute favorite.

“Maybe,” Yoshiko said. “She is cute. But I bet she’s straight.”

“Never know until you kiss her,” Lori laughed.

Yoshiko swallowed, nodding. That was very true.

They made the turn off the main street into the residential neighborhoods, heading to Lori’s home. Redwood, California was a wealthy community in the San Jose Foothills around San Fransisco. And though neither Lori’s nor Yoshiko’s were that wealthy, they had nice homes. Not the huge mansion that Kat lived in, but her dad was Silicon Valley rich.

They reached Lori’s house shortly and entered. Yoshiko always felt so weird that people didn’t take their shoes off in the Watson household. Yoshiko had a pair of slippers waiting for her at home. They were right next to the door, occupying one of the slots in the shoe cubby. The first thing she always did when entering her house was taking off her shoes and slipping on her slippers before padding through the house.

Even after all these years, it never felt right and took her a few minutes to feel comfortable wearing shoes indoors.

The two girls chatted as they walked up the stairs to Lori’s bedroom on the second floor. They swept in and closed the door. Lori immediately synced her iPhone with her Bluetooth speakers and found a station on Pandora to listen to. Pop music blared through the room as she lit a stick of incense of the table and then flopped onto her bed while Yoshiko took a seat at the desk.

“So, I figured we could do it on my bed,” Lori said. “I can strip naked while you snap away, and then we can send the entire batch to Chris. Really melt his brain with just how sexy I am.”

“Okay,” Yoshiko said, her pussy growing hot again, her clit throbbing. She wanted to masturbate. Maybe if I have a nice cum, I can be calm through this.

But it would be so awkward. Lori would wonder why she was in the bathroom so long. Yoshiko did not fancy trying to explain why she had to masturbate. It was far too embarrassing. She would just have to grit her teeth and get through it.

Tonight, in her bedroom, her homework complete, she would masturbate to her friend.

“Here’s the phone,” Lori said.

They had the same model of iPhone, though their cases were different color. Lori had opted for the rose gold while Yoshiko’s was pink. She tapped the bottoms and activated the camera, holding the phone out before her.

Lori rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her skirt-clad butt into the air, her red hair looking mused as the girl did a pouty kiss for the phone. Flashes of having a cock sucked by those lips shot through Yoshiko’s mind.

Her clit throbbed more.

“Oh, I’m just a bad girl, Chris,” Lori purred, wiggling her hips more.

“I’m not taking a video,” Yoshiko said, tapping the screen. It made camera sounds like it was an old fashioned camera using film. “You don’t have to talk.”

“Just getting me in the mood, making myself feel so sexy.” Lori rolled over onto her back, her hands rubbing at her bare thighs, her blouse pulled tight across her breasts as she made another pouty duck face for the camera.

Click.

“Mmm, Chris is going to get so hard seeing these pics,” Lori purred, sliding her hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Yoshiko snapped pics, trembling, her clit aching so badly. Lori’s panties were revealed, pink and molding tight to her pussy.

“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko swallowed, snapping upskirt pics, focusing on the panties. I can see her pussy lips through them.

Yoshiko hoped she might send off an email of them to herself if she could get away with it. I should have used my phone.

Lori ran a finger up and down the slit of her pussy, pressing in the fabric. “I’m getting so wet for you, Chris. Can you see? Are my juices bleeding through, Yoshiko?”

A faint, dark spot appeared. “Yes,” Yoshiko moaned, tapping the camera icon again, her nipples aching, her breasts rising. “He’ll see.”

“Good,” moaned Lori. Her fingers moved up to her blouse. She peeled it off in one go, her round breasts contained in a matching, pink bra.

“Is that the one you bought at the mall last week?” I asked.

“Uh-huh. Front clasping.” Lori played with the small bow between both bra cups, twisting it. “I bet you want to see my tits so badly, Chris?”

“Yeah,” Yoshiko moaned, taking more pictures. Her panties were so hot, so tight. Her clit throbbed, ached. She wanted to touch it so badly.

The clasp popped open The bra loosened, Lori’s tits jiggling but were still covered. She gripped the cups, lifting them slightly, teasing. Yoshiko kept tapping the screen, her eyes flicking from the image on the LCD screen to the real deal before her.

Lori bared her tits. They were round and perky, her nipples a soft pink, thrusting hard and erect. She arched her back, letting her breasts jiggle, her red hair fanned across her pillows. She smiled for the camera as Yoshiko tapped the screen again.

Click!

Those lovely breasts were immortalized and saved to the cloud. Yoshiko’s panties were so tight. She squirmed, fighting the itch. She had to reach down and adjust herself. Her panties dug against her clit for some reason.

But she couldn’t look away, not when Lori was cupping her breasts so invitingly. “I know you love these tits, Chris. Mmm, I love it when you suck on my nipples.”

Yoshiko licked her lips. She wished she was sucking on them right now. The urge to lean over and engulf them shot through her. It was so powerful. And why did her panties have to be so damned tight? Her clit ached, confined. Her nub needed to be released.

Lori rolled and pinched her nipples, her lips glistening, her blue eyes alluring. Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her panty-clad ass at the camera. The pink gusset pressed tight to her pussy, molding to her vulva and slit, the dark spot grown larger. The gusset was narrow, disappearing between her butt-cheeks, leaving the bottoms of her round globes exposed before the cloth swept out towards the waistband.

“I bet you want to see my pussy now, Chris,” groaned Lori.

“Yes,” breathed Yoshiko, her clit in agony. She had to adjust her panties, but she couldn’t look away as Lori reached behind her and hooked the waistband of her pink panties.

Oh, this is happening.

Yoshiko trembled as Lori slowly rolled off her panties, the material sliding out from between her butt-cheeks, exposing her pale globes, so round, so firm, so bubbly. Then the gusset pulled away from Lori’s pussy lips.

A tight, shaved slit, dripping with juices, faced Yoshiko. What she had lusted for the last several years was right there, only feet away. She took more pictures, snapping so many of them, immortalizing this moment. Lori’s panties bunched around mid-thigh, her face smiling over her shoulders, her cunt dripping with excitement.

Yoshiko’s clit throbbed, almost ripping out of her panties.

“Ooh, I think that’s enough,” Lori said, turning around and snagging the phone out of Yoshiko’s trembling hands.

“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko nodded as Lori swiped at her phone, staring at the pictures.

“Oh, my god, I am so hot,” Lori moaned. “Oh, this must have been torture for you. I’m sorry. But I was just having so much fun.”

“Yeah,” Yoshiko said, looking down at her skirt.

There was a bulge.

At her crotch.

She had a bulge at her crotch.

Her hands trembling, Yoshiko pulled up her skirt so slowly, her head shaking back and forth. Her clit throbbed so hard. It was trapped in her panties, pressed against her groin like it was…long. Like it was a…

“No,” Yoshiko groaned.

“Oh, yes, Chris will love these,” squealed Lori. “This one. And this one. Ooh, I have to send him this one. Oh, and me cupping my tits. Oh, yes, he’ll jizz his pants.”

Yoshiko’s skirt rose above her panties. They were white, schoolgirl panties, something so innocent and fresh. But not with the tip of a throbbing dick struggling to burst out the waistband, a huge shaft tenting the material, sprouting from her pussy.

The ghost made me into a futanari.

Yoshiko poked at the tip just peeking out of the panties’ waistband, precum bubbling from the slit. She shivered, her pussy clenching as the sensation ran right down her dick. She shook her head in disbelief. The room spun around her as she struggled to breathe.

“I…I…” she stammered, free hand reaching for something to grab to steady her, her other hand gripping her skirt hard.

“Aaaaand sent.” Lori chortled. “Oh, he’s going to—” Lori let out a startled gasp.

Yoshiko looked at her friend. And then everything rushed to her mind at once and darkness crashed on her.

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Lori gasped as her friend collapsed on the floor, skirt bunched around her waist. Lori sat up, suddenly feeling so self-conscious of her nudity, guilt twisting her stomach. She had known of Yoshiko’s crush, Lori often making jokes about Yoshiko checking out her body, like the one she made during PE earlier today. And then I make the poor thing have to watch me act all sexy for my boyfriend.

Lori didn’t think. She did that a lot. She knew she should and tried to hard to remember to think before acting, but then an idea would burst into being in her brain, overriding any common sense she possessed, and she just had to do it, often dragging poor Yoshiko along for the ride.

“Are you okay?” Lori asked, moving on her bed, her panties bunched around her thighs slowing her down. Her phone chirped, Chris answering her email containing her nude selfies. But Lori had to attend to her friend and…

“What the fuck is that?”

Lori’s voice echoed through her room as the redhead stared at the supine form of her friend. Yoshiko fell on her back, her legs bent beneath her, large breasts straining her buttoned-down blouse. The short girl was endowed, and Lori was often jealous of just how big Yoshiko’s tits were. But that wasn’t what Lori stared at.

It was the huge cock stretching her friend’s plain, white panties. The type a schoolgirl would wear in one of those perverted hentai Chris loved to watch. Lori shook her head, eyes wide with disbelief at the big, throbbing dick, the tip just peeking out the top of the waistband.

“No, fucking way,” groaned Lori. She knew enough about Japanese hentai to know about futanari—girls with dicks. She had seen Yoshiko come across them a few times in her quest for her yuri hentai. “How?”

Lori crawled off her bed, breasts swaying beneath her as she approached her friend, the fiery heat from stripping naked and posing for sexy pics for her boyfriend still burning through her nethers, a trickle of her juices dripping from her thighs. She reached Yoshiko, still passed out, and swallowed. Lord’s hand trembled as she reached out to her friend.

It can’t be real. This has to be a hallucination. She doesn’t have a cock. I just saw her in PE today. She couldn’t have hid this monster in her gym shorts or while showering in the locker room. Someone would have noticed.

So where the fuck did it come from?

Lori’s finger brushed the tip. The dick throbbed. Yoshiko sighed, her lips parted slightly. She looked so cute and delicate while sleeping, almost like a doll. Lori rubbed at the tip again and felt a wet smear. Clear juices coated the pad of her fingertip.

“Precum. You’re releasing precum.” The redhead shuddered again, her pussy clenching. Then her fingers ripped Yoshiko’s panties down to her knees.

Thrusting from her thick, black bush was a huge cock. But it came from lower on her groin than a boy’s dick. Lori knelt closer, her fingers pushing aside the thick patch of pubic hair and her eyes widened. The shaft grew from Yoshiko’s pussy. From right where her clit should be, the labia and clitoral hood stretched around the thick base.

Lori grasped the shaft, feeling her friend’s heartbeat. It throbbed up and down her dick. The tip leaked precum as Lori stroked up it. Her blue eyes widened as she stroked her friend. Yoshiko sighed again, twitching, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster.

“You have a cock,” breathed Lori again, her tongue licking at her lips unconsciously The heat swelled between Lori’s thighs. An urge to do something absolutely naughty, something that would have consequences, burst into her mind.

Think. Chris. Consequences.

A small part of her brain screamed at Lori as her eyes stared at the girl-dick in her hand, the slit beading more precum, the mushroom crown throbbing, begging to be pleasured. She held an actual futanari’s cock in her hand. Something impossible. Something whose addition had transformed Yoshiko into something desirable.

Lori was straight. She had never felt the slightest attraction to Yoshiko. When they had kissed, it had been passionate for Yoshiko—Lori could tell—but for her, it was like kissing her mother. Yes, lips pressed together. But there was no exciting tingle, no waves of rapture, nothing like she would later experience with Chris.

But now… Everything had changed for Lori. Yoshiko had a cock. A big cock. Bigger than Chris’s. Lori’s pussy clenched as her head lowered, her body moving on its own. Rational thought was gone. Guilt over cheating on her boyfriend engulfed, then smothered, by the tide of lust rising in her pussy. She could not resist this girl-dick.

Lori licked the tip.

She groaned, gathering Yoshiko’s drop of salty precum. It melted on Lori’s tongue. She shuddered, her pussy clenching, and licked again. Longer, slower. Her tongue circled the crown, bringing soft whimpers from Yoshiko’s sleeping mouth.

“Oh, god,” Lori moaned, savoring the excitement as she nibbled on the side of the crown, working lower, brushing where the shaft met the tip, licking there.

Chris liked that.

Yoshiko’s body twitched. A new scent filled Lori’s nose. A scent she recognized from her own masturbation. It was different and yet the same. Yoshiko’s pussy seasoned with a spicy musk instead of Lori’s tart aroma. But it was still the scent of hot cunt.

“You have both,” groaned Yoshiko between nibbles as she worked down her friend’s girl-cock.

Lori reached the base, brushing wet pussy lips and silky pubic hair. She tasted another girl’s cunt for the first time, a wave of heat rippling through her. Then she licked back up the shaft, afraid of the new surge of desires. It wasn’t gay to suck on a cock, even if it belonged to a girl.

Her lips engulfed the tip. She sucked hard, moaning as she loved her friend’s dick. Yoshiko shuddered and moaned louder. Her mouth was open wider, her eyes fluttering, moving rapidly like she dreamed.

Lori groaned, hummed, bobbing her mouth up and down her friends cock, her jaw aching from how wide she had to open to engulf her friend. Yoshiko was thicker than Chris. And that excited Lori more and more. She took more and more of the dick into her mouth, her hand stroking the base of the shaft.

This is so hot. She has a dick. I can’t believe this. How did this happen? What is going on? Maybe I passed out and this is a dream. A wild, kinky dream.

When her stroking hand reached the base of her friend’s cock, she felt the wet pussy lips, the soft, silky hairs. Lori’s cunt clenched. Ripples of excitement washed through her, urging her to be naughtier and naughtier.

Her hand unclenched from Yoshiko’s cock and stroked the futanari’s pussy lips.

I can’t believe I’m fingering Yoshiko’s pussy. Lori’s fingers stroked through her friends pussy lips, sliding down, finding an open hole. I thought she was a virgin.

Lori penetrated her friend’s pussy, sucking hard on the dick in her mouth. Yoshiko’s pussy was hot and tight and silky, feeling like Lori’s pussy but different, the walls not quite the same texture, and she was tighter in different places. She pumped her fingers fast, hard, sucking for all her might, pleasuring her friend as Yoshiko moaned louder and louder.

The futanari-schoolgirl’s hips thrust up, sliding her dick to the back of Lori’s mouth. Hot pussy clenched on Lori’s fingers. She pumped faster, sensing her friend’s impending climax, eager to drink girl-cum.

With a soft moan, eyes moving rapidly and breasts rising and falling swiftly, Yoshiko came.

Hot girl-jizz exploded into Lori’s mouth, thick and creamy and delicious.

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Yoshiko fell into darkness, and then found herself approaching a natural hot spring, steam rising from the water. Another girl stood in the water, Japanese, about Yoshiko’s age. The girl was beautiful, her long, black hair falling in silky waves down her back, almost reaching the top curve of her butt just peeking over the edge of the water. She hummed a relaxing, beautiful song.

“Mitsuko-hime,” Yoshiko heard herself say as she stepped into the water.

I’m not in my body, Yoshiko realized, seeing the round breasts—topped by small, brown nipples—at the bottom of her vision. They weren’t the large, pillowy mounds Yoshiko possessed. And her voice sounded different. Like the futa-ghost’s.

“Oh, Sayuri-chan,” the girl standing in the hot spring said, looking over her shoulder with a shy smile. “I feared my Miko-chan wasn’t coming.”

“I was held up at the shrine,” the ghost, Sayuri, spoke, moving closer. “The dance is tonight.”

Yoshiko caught a glimpse of Sayuri’s body when she stepped into the water. There was no girl-cock thrusting from the ghost’s groin, just a thick, black bush between her lithe, light-olive thighs. The water was almost too hot, but at the same time relaxing.

“I’m glad you came. I need you to wash my back,” Mitsuko said.

A tremble went through Sayuri. “Of course, Ōjo-sama.”

Sayuri reached Mitsuko, the ghost’s soft hands slowly reaching out, touching the princess’s back. It was a delicate touch, a light stroke which made Mitsuko shudder. She looked over her shoulder again, biting her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes gleamed with something.

Desire.

“I know why you come to bathe with me, Sayuri-chan,” Mitsuko said, her voice soft.

Sayuri’s hands froze. Yoshiko could feel the ghost’s heart thudding, maybe from fear or desire. “I come to bathe here every day.”

“You like to look at me,” Mitsuko said. “Like a man looks at a woman.”

“I…” Sayuri pulled her hands away.

Mitsuko turned, snatching them. Her breasts were small, firm cones, her nipples darker, but just as hard. Her stomach was flat, sweeping down to matted bush of black hair half-submersed in the hot spring’s water.

“I…” Mitsuko took a step closer, only inches separated them. “I like it…when you look.”

Mitsuko leaned in. Sayuri trembled. Their lips neared closer and closer and…

A powerful spasm wracked Yoshiko’s body, wrenching her from the dream. A powerful spurt, like something erupting from her cock, made her heave. Her eyes shot open. Something hot and warm and wet sucked something out of the depths of Yoshiko’s body. It exploded out of her in powerful pulses shooting orgasmic delight through her body.

“Oh, god,” Yoshiko moaned, staring up at the ceiling of her friend’s room.

The powerful pulse erupted again, sucked out of her…cock. It hit her as she looked down. She was cumming. Red hair spilled across her lap. Lori’s mouth sucked at Yoshiko’s dick, drinking the girl-cum pumping out of Yoshiko’s depths. Her pussy clenched on something inside of her, pumping in and out, making her tremble and shudder.

“Lori,” Yoshiko moaned, her breasts jiggling in her bra as she bucked again. Rapture exploded down her dick, crashing into the bliss churned in her pussy. It was like nothing she had experienced in her life. It made her shudder and groan. “Lori, what are you doing?”

Lori’s mouth popped of Yoshiko’s dick. A final spurt of cum splattered her friend’s face, leaving a smear of white across pouty lips and freckled cheeks. Lori’s blue eyes met Yoshiko’s, the two friends staring at each other.

She sucked my cock. She sucked my cock and made me cum.

A ravenous, powerful hunger, one Yoshiko had suppressed since she had kissed Lori, rose in her. It couldn’t be silenced any longer. Not after this. Not with Lori’s fingers shoved into Yoshiko’s pussy, her friends lips and face dripping with her girl-cum.

“Yoshiko,” Lori moaned, eyes glossy, gleaming just like Mitsuko’s had in Yoshiko’s dream.

…Ōjo-sama…

Yoshiko threw herself at her friend, moaning in hungry delight. She seized Lori’s shoulders, pressing her back onto the ground, kissing her friend with a mad passion. Salty cum stained the kiss as Yoshiko worked her lips with such passion, sharing all her pent-up feelings with Lori.

And this time, Lori kissed back. She didn’t freeze. She didn’t sit there with dead lips, no passion, no desire, no reciprocity of lust.

Lori wanted this. Lori was hot. Lori was finally ready.

Yoshiko’s tongue thrust into her friend’s mouth, brushing Lori’s. The futanari-schoolgirl settled her weight on her friend, kissing Lori so hard. Yoshiko loved the taste of her cum on her friend’s lips, the feel of Lori’s breasts through blouse and bra.

Lori’s hands moved, hugging Yoshiko, stroking her while Yoshiko’s still hard cock rubbed on Lori’s naked, shaved groin. Yoshiko could feel the heat of her friend’s pussy, her dick aching to penetrate her friend’s snatch.

Yoshiko broke the kiss. “Lori…”

“Oh, god, yes,” Lori moaned. “This is so hot. Tell me later how this happened. I’m dripping wet. Sucking your cock was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Yoshiko.

Lori flexed her hip, rolling Yoshiko on her back. Her redheaded friend straddled her, grinding her hot cunt against Yoshiko’s throbbing dick. Lori seized Yoshiko’s blouse and ripped. Buttons popped, exposing the futanari’s plain, boring bra holding her large tits.

“Oh, you have the schoolgirl look to a T,” Lori moaned. “Lying there, looking all innocent, your big, heaving tits constrained in such a demure bra. It makes me so wild now.”

Yoshiko nodded, staring at her friends round breasts. She reached out, seizing them, finally touching them. They were firmer than her own. Her fingers kneaded as Lori shoved up Yoshiko’s bra, her big tits spilling out.

Lori seized them, fingers sinking into soft flesh. “I was always so jealous of these tits. I wanted to be big and busty. You’re so short and yet you have the biggest tits at school.”

“My height had to go somewhere,” joked Yoshiko.

“That’s my joke,” Lori grinned, her fingers sliding up the futanari’s breast. She found Yoshiko’s fat, brown nipples, twisting.

Yoshiko’s dick twitched against Lori’s hot pussy. Yoshiko groaned. The hot slit rubbing on her dick was so amazing. She ached, her snatch clenching. She had to be in her friend. She had to feel Lori’s pussy wrapped about her.

“Lori,” moaned Yoshiko. “I need you. I need to be in you.”

“Oh, yes,” Lori gasped, trembling. “You do.”

Lori slid up Yoshiko’s shaft. She trembled, feeling the tip of her cock nuzzle at her friend’s pussy. Yoshiko’s grip tightened on Lori’s tits as the redhead undulated her hips, pressing her snatch against Yoshiko’s hard girl-dick.

And slid down.

Yoshiko moaned as the hot, tight flesh of her friend engulfed her cock. Lori slid her pussy farther and farther down the shaft. The friction sent shuddering delight writhing through Yoshiko’s body. She groaned through clenched teeth at the exquisite rapture hugging her dick.

I’m in her pussy. I’m in Lori’s pussy. This is so hot. I can’t believe this.

Yoshiko’s body squirmed, her friend’s fingers digging into her boobs as the redhead bottomed out on her girl-dick. Lori’s head threw back. She let out a shuddering moan, her pussy clenching about Yoshiko’s shaft.

“Oh, god, you’re so huge, Yoshiko.”

“And you’re so tight.”

Lori rose her hips, sliding her pussy up Yoshiko’s dick. She shuddered, her girl-cock aching in the depths of Lori’s cunt. The futanari-schoolgirl shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. She bit her lip, groaning at the bliss engulfing her cock.

And then Lori slammed down, her firm tits bouncing. Lori swiveled her hips, sliding up and then coming down. Over and over, sending rapture shooting through Yoshiko’s body. Her cock was so sensitive. It was so amazing to be buried in her friend’s depths. She groaned, biting her lip as the pleasure surged through her.

“Yoshiko, you are so huge,” panted Lori. “Oh, god, I love this.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Yoshiko, her hands moving down her friend’s sides, grabbing Lori’s hips.
Yoshiko loved how her friend moved, stirring her dick through tight pussy. It was a glove sliding up and down her cock, sending delight through her. Her snatch clenched as the pleasure built. Her hips bucked, thrusting up into Lori’s cunt as she came down.

Her friend bounced on her. Lori raised her arms over her head, riding Yoshiko, gasping out her pleasure as her firm tits bounced and jiggled. They were hypnotic. Yoshiko licked her tongue, loving the sight of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yoshiko moaned and sat up, clutching Lori’s ass. Yoshiko sucked her friend’s nipple into her lips.

Lori’s pussy clenched hard on Yoshiko’s dick as she sucked on the nub. Yoshiko loved the feel of it between her lips, loving the pink nub as Lori bucked harder and harder, slamming her pussy down Yoshiko’s shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is amazing,” Lori moaned. “Oh, god, yes. Your dick… So hot! I’m riding a futanari! This is really happening. A girl’s dick is in my pussy. I’m going to cum!”

Yoshiko sucked harder on her friend’s nipple. She gripped Lori’s ass, feeling the muscles bunch and writhe. Yoshiko dug her fingers in as Lori bucked harder and faster, her fingers digging into Yoshiko’s shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes, Yoshiko,” howled Lori as she slammed her pussy down her friend’s dick.

Lori came.

Yoshiko’s eyes widened as her friend’s snatch writhed about her dick. Hot, silky flesh rippled about her shaft. The futanari groaned, her friend’s orgasm milking her dick. Yoshiko released Lori’s nipple. The futanari’s blue eyes widened.

Her pussy clenched. She stared into her friend’s eyes.

They kissed, hard. Lori slammed down Yoshiko’s shaft, massaging the girl-dick. She trembled. Her fingers dug into Lori’s ass as they kissed hard. Yoshiko’s entire body was on the verge of exploding. Her dick ached.

She came.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Cum pumped into Lori’s body. Hot, powerful spurts of rapture shot through Yoshiko at the same moment. Every time her cock unloaded, her mind was engulfed in ecstasy. She trembled, pussy spasming, juices flooding out of her depths as her girl-jizz flooded her best friend’s pussy.

Lori broke the kiss. “So hot!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, that was so hot.”

Japanese moaned through Yoshiko’s thoughts, speaking rapidly, the ghost crying out in orgasm. Only the name, Mitsuko-hime, was clear as Yoshiko trembled, lost to her own climax. She bucked and shuddered, her dick spurting over and over. The world danced.

Something hard and throbbing pressed into Yoshiko’s stomach as she held her friend, staring into her eyes as they both trembled in ecstasy And then the pleasure peaked. She floated there for an eternity that lasted two heartbeats.

And then groaned, her pleasure crashing, Lori slumping into her.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” Lori groaned, the hard thing throbbing against Yoshiko’s stomach, the tip leaking something. “Oh, wow, my clit just burned as you came in me. Mmm, I feel so hard and…”

Lori’s pussy clenched on Yoshiko’s dick as her friend’s eyes widened. Both girls looked down at their groins.

Lori had sprouted her own dick.

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“Fuck,” Chris moaned as he stared at the nude selfies his girlfriend sent him. They were so hot, clearly taken by Yoshiko. He burst into the boys’ bathroom. His art project could wait. He told Mariah, his project partner, he had to take a dump, but really he had to rub one out. These pics were too sexy.

And maybe they’re fooling around right now. Their bodies heaving together.

It was one of his favorite fantasies—his best friend and his girlfriend having sex while he watched then inviting him to join. He knew Lori was straight, so she had no interest in Yoshiko, and Yoshiko was a lesbian, so she had no interest in him.

But that was why it was a fantasy.

He burst into the stall, his pants already half-open. He pulled out his cock, sitting down on the toilet seat, jerking hard as he flipped through the pictures on his phone. He stopped at Lori on her knees, naked ass pointed at the camera, her pussy dripping with excitement as she looked over her shoulder with this come-hither look.

“Yeah, Yoshiko, go to her. Lick that pussy,” Chris groaned as he stroked his dick.

…Sayuri-chan… a soft, feminine, ethereal voice whispered.

Chris groaned, not caring, jerking his dick faster and faster. His crown tingled. He groaned, head arching back. It felt like something sucked at his dick, like a girl’s mouth was wrapped about his cock right now.

…Miko-chan… the voice whispered.

The sucking increased. Chris groaned. His hand slid up and…

He felt wet lips. Something stopped his hand from stroking all the way up to the crown of his dick. His eyes widened as a wet tongue licked across the tip of his dick, gathering a drop of precum. He groaned, soft hands brushing his, pushing them away. They stroked his shaft as the mouth sucked harder and harder. He reached out and brushed an invisible head, felt the soft silk of her hair and brushed something in her curls, some sort of ornamental jewelry crowning her head.

A ghost sucked his dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his balls tensing as lines of the ghost appeared, faint, mere sketches, but growing more and more solid as he came closer and closer to erupting.

…Sayuri-chan…

To be continued…

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A married couple with all the money they could want seek out whatever pleasures they desire. If this is popular, more will follow.

Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with her long, chestnut hair still wet from the shower, she applied the make-up deliberately and precisely. She was tall and slim, her skin immaculately bronzed, and with a thin, pointed face that was beautiful but stern. As she dusted the blusher so carefully on her pronounced cheek-bones, she could hear her mother’s voice in her head; “One must not only be wealthy, one must also be seen to be wealthy”. It was a mantra that Miriam had lived her life by; the collection of cosmetics arranged neatly on the vanity table was worth hundreds of pounds, and she took great care every morning to make herself look like the wealthy woman she was.

From behind her she heard the sound of her husband, George, stirring in their lavish four-poster bed. “Good morning, Darling” she said matter-of-factly, without turning from the mirror. “Morning” he replied. Miriam finished applying the blusher and glanced around at her husband as she reached for the next pot. At 46, George was a full decade her senior, but he was still reasonably handsome. He was tall and fairly muscular, even if he did have a bit of a paunch starting to develop. His short, black hair and the stubble that covered his hard jaw were flecked with silver, giving him a distinguished look that Miriam found oddly sexy. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, she noticed the five inch tent that he was pitching under the silk sheets. “And don’t go asking me to deal with that for you; I need to get dressed” She told him sharply before turning back to her mirror. “What’s on the agenda for today, darling?” she asked. “Oh the usual bollocks; meetings with various arseholes, et cetera. You?”
“Nothing that would interest you, dear” she said in as sweet a voice as she could manage this early in the morning.

George huffed at the prospect of having to get up, then threw back the covers and heaved himself out of bed. Miriam watched him in her mirror as he padded naked into the en-suite. He closed the door behind him and a few moments later came the echoing whoosh of him pissing. Miriam rolled her eyes and decided that his refusal to piss against the porcelain must be due to some pre-historic territorial instinct to piss loudly and intimidate rival males. Men, she thought. The whoosh soon turned into a trickle and eventually stopped altogether, to be replaced by the roar of the shower and the sound of George humming some non-descript tune. A few minutes later he emerged, towelling himself off. He threw the towel over the radiator, where hers was already drying, and grabbed a crisp white shirt from the mahogany wardrobe.

Miriam was just applying her mascara when George’s frustrated voice came from behind her; “Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s just not going anywhere”. She twisted round in her seat, annoyed at having to pause mid-way through her task, and saw George standing in front of her in his white shirt with the top button open, naked from the waist down. His hands were on his hips and he was looking down at his still obstinately erect cock. “It just won’t go down love,” he re-iterated, “can’t do anything ‘till this is dealt with”. She stared at his engorged, jutting member and sighed. “Fine,” she said in an exhausted tone “sit down”. George lowered himself into the beige armchair in the opposite corner of the room as Miriam got up and pulled the velvet cord that hung from the ceiling next to the bed. Somewhere far off in the house, a bell rang. The ringing was quickly followed by footsteps on the stairs and then in came Bridget, the maid.

Bridget curtsied as she entered, and said in a high, chirpy voice; “You rang, Ma’am?” Bridget was in her mid-twenties and she was pretty. Her bleached blonde hair was cut short, with a sloping fringe, and there was a certain Scandinavian flavour to her friendly face. She was a whole head shorter than Miriam, and she was curvaceous, bordering on plump, with full hips and big breasts. She wore her maid’s uniform; the simple, short black dress with its white collar and pinafore. “Yes, Bridget. Mr Hargreaves is in need of some relief,” she said, casually waving a hand towards her husband “if you would be so kind”. Bridget turned to see George, whom she had not noticed upon entering the room, reclining impatiently in the arm chair, his blushing cock still stood at attention. “Yes, Ma’am” said Bridget, nodding obediently to her mistress. She closed the bedroom door behind her and walked over to where George sat and, sinking gracefully to her knees between his open legs, she calmly took him in her mouth. As her husband’s cock was unquestioningly sucked by the pretty young maid, Miriam went back to finishing her mascara. She listened to the rhythmic slurping and to George’s heavy breathing and occasional grunts of approval, sometimes looking behind her in the mirror to watch Bridget’s little blonde head dutifully bobbing up and down in George’s lap.

George bit his lip and grinned. Sat in this chair, legs apart and arms resting on the chair’s arms, he felt like a king, and he watched contentedly as the little servant girl paid homage to his cock. With her right hand, Bridget gripped the base of his shaft firmly; holding it steady as her lips formed a tight seal around him and slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, leaving a thick layer of glistening saliva behind them. With her left hand she cupped his balls, massaging them gently. Bridget kept her eyes shut as she sucked him, focussing on her own movements and on the responses of the hot slab of flesh that filled her mouth. Mr Hargreaves’ taste was familiar; she had done this many times before and knew just how to get him off quickly. She made no effort to draw out the pleasure by putting on a show or teasing him. This was precisely what Mrs Hargreaves had said it was; relief, nothing more. She felt his pulse quickening, saw his hands gripping the arms of the chair, and knew that he was close. Withdrawing her head slightly, so that only the head of his cock was still held in her mouth, she began to pump him hard and fast with her hand, her saliva making him nice and slippery. She squeezed his balls firmly, felt his legs twitching and braced herself for the oncoming rush. With a loud gasp, he came; unloading his pent up cum into Bridget’s mouth. The hot stickiness that was at once creamy, salty and oddly soapy coated her tongue and filled her mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around his head, her hand slowly and deliberately milking the last drops of cum out of him until finally his cock stopped twitching and began to soften. Bridget broke away, sat back on her calves, and gulped down her hot, white mouthful.

Miriam heard her George climax just as she put the finishing touches to her make-up. She stood up and threw her bath robe on to the bed, revealing her lithe body, small breasts and the artfully sculpted strip of pubic hair between her legs. Then, completely naked, she sat down again on the low, cushioned seat in front of the vanity table and began pulling on a pair of stockings. She looked at Bridget who knelt, panting, at George’s feet, head down. “If you’re quite done, Bridget,” she said with cool authority “there are towels on the radiator which need washing, and bring some coffee up as well”. Bridget quickly got to her feet, brushed off her dress and nodded politely. “Yes, Ma’am. Right away, Ma’am.” A drop of cum had escaped her mouth and left a translucent trail down her chin. Miriam didn’t know whether Bridget realised it was there or not; either, way she ignored it as she grabbed the towels from the radiator and quickly bustled out of the room. George exhaled contentedly, then got up from the chair, stretched, and carried on getting dressed. “How was she, darling?” asked Miriam as if she was asking about nothing more exciting than the weather. “Outstanding, as always” George replied just as casually “Very thorough”. Miriam smiled as she pulled on a pair of expensive lace panties. The display had made her quite horny and she could feel a growing wetness between her legs. No time to deal with it this morning of course, but she knew that after work she might well have to put Bridget to work again. She had been irritable lately. She was in need of a good servicing and, as George had rightly said; Bridget was so very, very thorough.

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George and Miriam had been married for almost eight years. She was a high flying corporate lawyer in one of the top city firms, he had accumulated a great deal of money working as a stockbroker and both came from exceedingly wealthy families, so they had always been an extremely rich couple. Five years ago they had abandoned their magnificent penthouse apartment in London and moved to this mansion in the suburbs and now commuted into the city for work.

Both Miriam and her husband had very powerful sex drives, and very early on in their relationship it had become abundantly clear that neither of them was enough, on their own, to satisfy the other’s libido. That is not to say that the sex they had wasn’t good; quite the contrary. They had always loved each other deeply, and when their two ambitious, domineering, take-no-bullshit personalities had come together, the sexual chemistry between them was palpable and their lovemaking was intense, passionate and aggressive and never seemed to grow stale. It was just that they both loved variety in their sex lives and when they wanted sex they wanted it right then and there; two factors which were hardly conducive to a mutually enjoyable, monogamous relationship. Thankfully though, this was never a problem for them. Being wealthy gives one a certain pragmatism from a young age, and this combined with their business backgrounds and straight-to-the-point personalities meant that both immediately recognised the logic and attraction that an open relationship held. George would often summon escorts to the apartment while Miriam was there, Miriam would pick up young studs in bars of a weekend, at work they fucked secretaries, colleagues and even clients when the mood took them, and together they would host and attend swingers’ parties, visit sex clubs, dungeons and even brothels, and enjoy all manner of perverse, exciting and frowned-upon pass-times. They we rich enough that nothing was off limits, and horny enough to try it all.

They knew as soon as they moved to the new house that they would need a full-time maid to deal with the cooking and cleaning, but it wasn’t until a year ago that they had hit upon the idea to combine the post with that of a live-in sex servant; someone who could take care of domestic matters, but who also wouldn’t hesitate to service them sexually when called upon. After their old maid had stormed out, threatening all manner of law suits following a rather indelicate propositioning by George, for which they had had to pay a sizeable settlement in exchange for her silence, they began advertising for the position. When you’re rich enough, people can track down anything for you, and within a few weeks they had a handful of applicants. The first two girls they interviewed were not what they were after; neither had quite understood the subtext of the advertisement they had answered and both had become squeamish when the interview took a turn for the explicit. The interviews all took place in the living room, and after a discussion of domestic duties, Miriam had explained to them very frankly what they were really wanted for and then instructed them to suck George’s cock. The first girl had flushed red, stammered an embarrassed apology and made a speedy exit. The second, a shy, nineteen year old Japanese girl, had looked like a rabbit in the headlights when she was given that order. She was shaking like a leaf as she tentatively put her lips around George’s swollen head. She held it there for three seconds before she burst into tears and started wailing about having dishonoured her family. While a frustrated George went to finish himself off, Miriam calmed her down, gave her a cup of tea and sent her on her way with the promise of discretion.

The third girl they interviewed had been Bridget. No problems of interpretation there; she knew exactly what she was applying for and she had astounded them both by going down on George immediately and with gusto, and then going on to strip completely naked and shamelessly and energetically ride George’s cock right there on the sofa while Miriam watched intently. They had offered her the job on the spot, before she had even had a chance to get dressed. Now Bridget had been living with them for just under six months, and had earned every penny of the generous salary she received. Her cooking was excellent, her cleaning thorough, and she had shown herself to be skilful, versatile and enthusiastic in the bedroom. Whatever was asked of her, she was always willing, able and cheerful. Both Miriam and George agreed; she was one of the smartest investments they had ever made.

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The day proved to be as long and dull as Miriam had expected. Tedious client meetings, a constant stream of irritating emails and all day long the thought of obedient little Bridget distracting her from her work. Nothing made it harder to get on with things than being horny in the office, and at one point it was all she could do not to rush to the ladies’ room, lock herself in a cubicle and quickly rub one out. She arrived home that night at about half nine. She and George ate, then he went back to his study to finish off some work while Miriam went upstairs. She gratefully pulled off her work clothes, leaving them in a crumpled trail across her bedroom to the en suite. In front of the bathroom mirror, she pulled the clips from her hair, untying the tight bun and shaking it loose. She grabbed a make-up wipe from the pack on the shelf below the mirror and diligently scoured the make-up from her face. That done, she left the bathroom and, with a sigh of relief, collapsed onto the bed. For a while she just lay there, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed and the relaxation of feeling completely natural and unencumbered. Then, as she sprawled naked on the sheets, her mind turned once more to Bridget. Almost unconsciously, her fingers strayed to her pussy; she was already getting wet. Lazily she circled her clit with her middle finger as she thought of Bridget pleasuring George so attentively that morning. She looked at the clock; 22:45. Bridget would have finished all of her chores at least half an hour ago. The house was still and silent. Now was the time.

Miriam got up and pulled on a black silk dressing gown that was hanging on the back of the door. It was a wonderfully elegant garment and Miriam loved the feel of the shimmering fabric against her bare skin. She belted the dressing gown around her waist and silently slipped out of the bedroom door and tip-toed across the landing and up the narrow flight of stairs to the top floor. She knew there was really no need for her to be so clandestine. She could have been as open as she wanted, but sneaking around like this was so much more exciting and made her feel so much naughtier. She reached the top floor landing; there were five rooms on this floor and the landing would have been pitch black if there wasn’t a light on in the last room on the left. Quietly she crossed the landing, turned the doorknob and went inside.

Bridget sat cross legged on her bed, a book open on her lap. She was dressed in a loose fitting pink vest top and white pyjama bottoms decorated with hearts, and was looking with some surprise at Miriam who had just entered her bedroom and now stood at the foot of the bed. Bridget’s single bed took up most of the space in the small room lit by the dim, yellow glow of a bedside lamp. “Is everything alright, Ma’am?” Bridget asked, putting the book to one side and uncrossing her legs so that she was now sat on the edge of the bed. Miriam didn’t say anything; she just walked around the bed to stand in front of Bridget. She smiled down, almost lovingly, at the maid as she smoothly pulled the silk cord around her waist and let the dressing gown fall to the floor. Miriam stood there, still smiling, resplendent in her nakedness. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t immaculately groomed; every inch of her long, thin body was beautifully, but not excessively, tanned. Her legs, arms and stomach were toned and her rich chestnut hair fell delicately to caress her small dark nipples that stood provocatively erect. Even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into thin, elegant strip. Bridget’s bright blue eyes were wide as she took in the sight of her mistress’ body. “Ma’am, I …” but before she could finish the sentence, Miriam had straddled her and pressed her lips against the Bridget’s in an electrifying, passionate kiss. There were no tongues, but the intensity of it was wonderful. Miriam broke away and Bridget, still leaning back on her arms, was left reeling. Before she could say anything, Miriam had pressed a finger against her lips and, as she looked into Bridget’s deceptively innocent eyes, whispered “When we’re together like this, you call me Miriam”.

She pushed Bridget down onto the bed and kissed her again, voraciously, almost aggressively. Her skin tingled as Bridget’s hands explored her sides and then her hips and then further down to her buttocks. Then Bridget’s grip suddenly tightened and Miriam let out a startled squeal as she was abruptly flipped onto her back with Bridget lying on top of her, her look of innocent confusion replaced by a seductively impish grin. Miriam’s heart was racing and she bit her bottom lip and Bridget, kneeling between her legs as if the pair of them were locked in the missionary position, bent forward and, with excruciating slowness, dragged the tip of her tongue up from Miriam’s navel to between her breasts. She drew back slightly before extending her nimble tongue towards Miriam’s waiting nipple. Miriam vainly tried to hold back a moan as Bridget’s tongue circled and flicked across her nipple. Then she gasped as Bridget abruptly bit the nipple and an electric spark of pleasure blossomed through her. Bridget sat up, still smirking at the pleasure she was inflicting, and pulled the vest top up and over her head. Her magnificent breasts, lifted by the action, bounced as they fell free of the fabric; the immaculate, milky skin quivering for just a moment before settling. Miriam drank in the sight of Bridget’s breasts They were much larger than her own; round and full with big, pink nipples. Miriam could contain herself no longer. She sat up and eagerly fell upon Bridget’s chest. Greedily she suckled at Bridget’s ample bosom. The taste and smoothness of the skin beneath her tongue was intoxicating, and her thoughts began to blur as she kissed, licked, sucked and bit at the maid’s exquisite flesh. Her nipple was soft and malleable at first; a warm, supple bud that her questing mouth quickly enveloped. But as her swirling tongue began to explore, she felt it getting firmer and she began to use her teeth; gingerly at first, but then with increasing force, to be met with sounds of approval from Bridget who had been stroking her hair encouragingly. At the same time, Miriam fondled Bridget’s other breast with her left hand. She loved to cup the breast and feel its weight, to squeeze and feel that uncannily perfect balance between just enough give and just enough resistance, and to caress and feel the nipple harden at her touch. None of her actions were planned out; she was going on pure, lustful instinct. Whatever felt right, whatever came into her head, she did.

Out of nowhere she suddenly felt Bridget’s cool fingertips between her legs and instinctively she clung tighter to the luscious bust in front of her. Bridget had lent forward and reached down, under Miriam’s raised arm, to touch her rapidly wettening pussy. Her experienced fingers slid between Miriam’s moistened lips and down, pausing momentarily as she reached the opening of her vagina, before plunging her middle finger deep into the hot, tight wetness. Miriam cried out in pleasure as Bridget’s finger pumped in and out of her and she began to move her hips to the same rhythm. Leaning forward had brought Bridget’s face level with Miriam’s neck and the lingering scent of expensive perfume excited her. She began to plant small, delicate kisses on Miriam’s graceful neck, but desire rapidly overcame all restraint and she set about devouring the perfumed skin in an almost vampiric manner. Her mistress would come to her like this every other week or so, and it was an occasion that she looked forward to eagerly. Sucking the master’s cock of a morning or being bent over his desk of an evening was a duty that she was happy to perform but from which she gleaned little enjoyment. This, on the other hand, was a genuine pleasure. Miriam’s pussy was almost dripping wet now, her juices running down Bridget’s fingers, and the graphic slopping noises that she made as she diligently masturbated her mistress made her own pussy start to burn with anticipation. As her middle finger worked, she stretched out her thumb and found Miriam’s clitoris. Wasting no time, she began rubbing the little button in a fast, circular motion. That was the final straw for Miriam. She had been holding back for a minute already, but the sensation of Bridget’s touch on her clit sent a burst of pleasure coursing through her. Her back arched and she threw back her head as she came. Then she clutched at Bridget, pressing herself up against the maid’s fleshy body, her hips twitching as she rode out the orgasm. Gradually the fire ebbed away until it was gone and Miriam felt her legs give way underneath her and she collapsed sideways onto the bed.

For a few moments she just lay there, panting. Bridget smiled at her as she absent-mindedly sucked her middle finger clean, before leaning down to plant a small, affectionate kiss on Miriam’s temple. Then she got up and wandered over to the other side of the room. “I trust we aren’t finished?” said Bridget with mock-sincerity. Miriam, who had recovered her composure, pushed herself up onto her elbows and turned to see Bridget standing, slightly bent over, with her hands resting on the desk, looking over her shoulder at Miriam. “Perish the thought” replied Miriam, with playfully pretended shock.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Bridget purred, “but if we’re going to carry on then I am feeling rather overdressed, and I’d hate to rob you of the pleasure of making me decent for our little games!” and with that she wiggled her shapely rear. Miriam beamed and all but leapt off the bed. In the throes of passion it had completely slipped her notice that Bridget was still clothed from the waist down, so now she raced to kneel on the floor behind Bridget, whose elbows now rested on the desk as she proudly thrust out her behind. Excitedly, Miriam hooked her fingers into the elasticated waistband of Bridget’s bottoms and, deliberately slowly, began to pull them down; savouring the sight of them sliding down to reveal Bridget’s broad, pale buttocks, inch by inch. She let the bottoms fall to the floor and Bridget stepped out of them and stood there; naked. She was still bent over and the pose served only to accentuate the shape of her impressive behind. In keeping with her full and curvaceous figure, Bridget’s arse was big and round; as much an asset as her splendid breasts and, to Miriam, irresistible. She placed a hand on each buttock and for a few moments stroked them both softly before giving the pale cheeks a firm squeeze and pulling them apart so she could admire Bridget’s most intimate parts. Her pussy was flushed and glistening with moisture, while the tight pucker of her arse-hole looked so inviting that Miriam couldn’t resist flicking her tongue across it, making Bridget giggle excitedly.

Miriam stood quickly, grabbed Bridget’s hips and spun her round to face her. She kissed her hard, hungrily pushing Bridget back until she was perched on the edge of the desk with Miriam standing between her open legs. She felt Bridget’s hands on her buttocks, pulling her in closer; their breasts pressing together as they greedily devoured one another. Then Miriam broke away from the kiss and slowly began to lower herself back to her knees, planting delicate kisses down the length of Bridget’s torso as she went; on her neck, her collar-bone, her breast, her breast again, her ribs and her stomach, before finally her knees touched the ground and her head was level with the maid’s exposed crotch. Mr Hargreaves insisted that Bridget keep herself completely shaved at all times, and Miriam planted one last, tender kiss on the smooth mound before her fingers parted Bridget’s blushing lips and her mouth came forward to latch onto her clitoris. Bridget was never quiet, shy or reserved when it came to sex, and, true to form, she made no attempt to hold back her loud, high pitched moans as Miriam’s experienced tongue slipped under the soft skin of her hood and went to work on her clit. Deftly her tongue circled the little pink button; slowly at first, then faster. Miriam smiled at the sound of Bridget’s pleasure and began to work her mouth more passionately. She licked hard, always changing her direction and technique, but never letting up in her intensity. Occasionally she would use her teeth, lightly biting Bridget’s clit or rubbing it between her tongue and front teeth. Bridget was awash with pleasure, no idea what was coming next, and she gripped the edge of the desk and cried out as, without warning, Miriam plunged two fingers into her vagina. Miriam became more forceful then. Bending her fingers in a beckoning motion to best hit Bridget’s g-spot, she began rhythmically thrusting them in and out. Bridget was already wet, and her juices ran down Miriam’s fingers to soak her hand, and down her chin as she continued to bear down on Bridget’s clit, moving her mouth in time with her fingers. Bridget was on fire; sweat ran down her forehead and chest, her heart pounded and her legs began to twitch as she sensed the approaching orgasm. Miriam’s fingers pumped and her tongue rubbed, and Bridget bit her lip and tried desperately to hold on. She tried and tried until her body gave way to the relentless assault on her senses and she let out a scream of unbridled ecstasy. A wave of sensation flooded her body. Her thighs clamped firmly around Miriam’s head and her hips began to twitch and buck. She lost all sense of time and everything around her, and felt as if she had been suspended in space, her body wracked by timeless throes pleasure. Gradually the world seeped back into existence, her thighs relaxed, her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the desk; naked, breathless and tingling.

Miriam got up and smiled as she wiped the juices from around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue and jaw ached a little from the exertion, but she had enjoyed it immensely, and making Bridget explode like that had gotten her all hot and bothered again. Her pussy was ready for another servicing, and what better to get Bridget to snap to it than a playful assertion of authority? “If you’re quite finished lazing about,” she said in her best mistress’ voice “I have most definitely not had my fill for the evening”. Immediately, Bridget sprang to her feet and stood to attention, excited by the dominance in her mistress’ voice. “I trust you still have the gifts I gave you last time?” Miriam asked in a cool, commanding voice.
“Yes, Mistress.” replied Bridget.
“Then fetch them.” Miriam ordered, and Bridget bent down to open the bottom drawer of the desk, rifling through it before rising again having found what she was looking for; a small bottle of lube, and a shiny black dildo attached to a red leather harness. With her head subserviently bowed, she handed them to Miriam who, without a word, knelt, placed the bottle of lube on the floor beside her and began to disentangle the straps of the harness. That done, she held the harness up for Bridget who obediently stepped into it, keeping her hands clasped tightly behind her back and doing her best to suppress a shiver of excitement as Miriam hoisted the harness up to her waist and tightened the straps. The sight of the Bridget sporting the magnificent strap-on, its leather straps squeezing her pale, soft flesh, made Miriam even hornier. The dildo was a solid seven inches long and thick too, and curved upwards; just the way Miriam liked it. It had a fat, mushroom-cap head, thick veins sculpted down its length and a pair of weighty-looking sculpted balls hanging beneath its proud shaft. Miriam grabbed the bottle of lubricant and, holding the dildo steady with one hand, squeezed out a line of the clear jelly right along its length, which she then spread all over the black latex until the whole thing had a bright sheen to it. She smiled at the sight of her newly masculinised maid, then turned and climbed onto Bridget’s small bed. She positioned herself on all fours, right on the edge of the bed with her up-thrust arse on full display. “Well,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder, “You know what to do.”

Empowered by her new cock, Bridget wasted no time in moving to stand behind Miriam; its bulbous head pressing against the sopping wet opening of her vagina. Her mistress’ arse lacked the roundness and the bounce of hers, but it was nice all the same. It was smaller, more pert, and bent over like this looked absolutely amazing as Bridget placed her hands on the firm cheeks. “How would you like it?” She asked.
“Oh, I think the time for tenderness has passed, don’t you?” Miriam replied in a sultry tone, “Hard and fast, my dear, and don’t let up; I want to soak the sheets through!”
For the briefest of moments Bridget paused to admire in the view of her mistress exposed and on offer, then she seized Miriam’s hips and pulled her back hard, thrusting her own hips forward to impale Miriam on the dildo. A jolt of pleasure shot through Miriam’s body, making her scream in delight as her back arched and her fists clenched, gripping the covers. For a few seconds, Bridget held her like that; all seven inches buried in her quivering pussy. For Miriam, the feeling of being filled so completely like that was almost too intense for words. Then Bridget slid the shaft out of her mistress, then back in and quickly established a rhythm. She was merciless; slamming the dildo in hard and fast and revelling in the rhythmic slap as Miriam’s arse collided with her own hips and in each exquisite momentary ripple that ran across her bouncing buttocks. Bridget rode her mistress for all she was worth. Miriam was in ecstasy, moaning and gasping at the top of her lungs as her dripping pussy was pounded relentlessly. She was always amazed at the strength and vivacity with which Bridget made love. She had had ripped nineteen year old studs in the past who didn’t fuck her as hard or as well as Bridget did, even when she’d squeezed their little ball sacks and ordered them to try harder. Barely any time had passed before Miriam felt her orgasm approaching. She came hard, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm rolled across her body. She twitched and thrashed and buried her face in the bedclothes, but through it all Bridget just kept on fucking; never slowing down or easing off, she just kept on ramming the strap-on into Miriam’s pussy. Another orgasm, just as intense, came seconds after the first one, and Miriam knew from past experience that these were just the first of many. She screamed again, and Bridget kept on fucking

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Downstairs, almost at the opposite end of the lavish house, George sat at the desk in his darkened study, hunched over his glowing laptop. His breathing was heavy and his face sweaty and flushed from the show that he had enjoyed for the last half hour. His trousers were in a crumpled heap around his ankles and he was speedily pumping his cock as he took in the scene that was unfolding on the screen in front of him. Bridget had never noticed the tiny, concealed spy-camera that they’d had installed in her room while she was visiting her parents a few months ago, and both he and Miriam had already gotten immense pleasure from it. As soon as he had finished his work for the evening, he had checked the link to the camera, seen his wife undressing and settled in for what was sure to be an invigorating performance. Now he watched as his wife and the maid went at it hammer and tongs. They were facing mainly away from him, and the sight of Bridget’s round, milky arse jiggling with every stroke was driving him wild. His climax came quickly and abruptly as, with a grunt, he fired off his hot white load into a waiting tissue. He threw the tissue into the nearby waste-paper basket, switched off the computer, pulled up his trousers and, contented, went upstairs to bed to wait for Miriam.

. . .

Some time later, the two women lay panting, sweaty and exhausted on the bed. Bridget had neglected to remove the strap-on when she collapsed onto the bed, and now as she lay spooning Miriam, Miriam could feel the dildo gently pressing against her arse. Having recovered her wits after the tirade of orgasms that had left her twitching and insensible, Miriam got up, without a word, slipped her dressing gown on and moved towards the door. As she was opening the door, she stopped and looked back at Bridget, still lying on her side on the bed. “Good night, Bridget” she said.
“Good night, Miriam” Bridget replied sleepily.
“We’re done now Bridget,” said Miriam curtly “do not address me in so familiar a fashion.”
“Sorry Ma’am,” she said apologetically, quickly standing to attention, still completely naked but for the strap-on that gently bobbed up and down between her legs, “Good night, Ma’am.”
“Good night, Bridget” she said with a wry smile, and with that she closed the door behind her and padded off down the landing.

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Claire’s worrk at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” has eroded her self-respect and turned her into an increasingly degraded slut…

Chapter 26
ANOTHER DINNER WITH KITTEN

After work, she learned to her surprise that Slutkitten was coming over for dinner. Apparently Claire’s father had called Claire’s friend directly, and invited her over. She learned this from Slutkitten when the cute girl found Claire after work and said she would drive Claire home.

Claire didn’t know how she felt about this. She liked Slutkitten and wanted to see her, but it was weird for her father to be arranging her social engagements. And she’d had such a terrible day she just wanted to fall in her bed and cry.

Slutkitten seemed to sense some of this, as she was especially kind to Claire. The two had just gotten into Slutkitten’s car in the carpark, and Kitten was helping Claire to undress. Claire didn’t want to be nude but it was Kitten’s car and besides it was good to get out of the pissy clothes she was wearing. Once she was nude, Kitten leaned over and began to lick Claire’s face clean, lapping at her lips and cheeks to remove all the piss and semen and cunt juices. Claire sniffled, a delayed reaction to the misery of the day, and then kissed Kitten on the lips out of thanks. She knew men from work were walking past outside the car and some of them could almost certainly see the naked Claire, but she just didn’t care. Her trauma maximum for the day had been reached, she felt.

“You have to degrade me, sugartits,” Kitten reminded her as she finished the cleaning.

Claire remembered her grade requirements. She smiled. “You use your mouth like a good slut,” she said.

Kitten beamed. “Thank you!”

As they drove, Claire told Kitten everything that had happened recently. She told her about her parents splitting up, and her new rules at home. She told Kitten about being graded on her sexual performance, and she told her about being tasered.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Kitten. “You can come with me tomorrow night. I have some male friends who are really nice about my work. They’ll let you suck their cocks and give you an A grade no matter what. And you can be nude outside with them and get your other requirements for the week done.”

“Are they cute?” asked Claire hopefully.

“Pretty cute,” laughed Kitten. “And they taste lovely.”

That sounded better to Claire than sucking off men at work.

When they got to her house, Kitten wanted them both to just walk in naked, seeing as that was the rule now. But Claire insisted on re-dressing before crossing from the car to her house. She didn’t want her neighbours seeing her nude.

When they got inside her father was waiting. He insisted on them both stripping immediately. Kitten stripped happily, showing off her cute tits and cunt. Claire was less enthusiastic. It always felt weird having her father see her boobs or pussy. But soon she was naked, and before she knew it she was receiving her nightly cunt spanking, as her friend watched. Stephanie came down from upstairs, already naked, and also watched. Claire was at least happy that she didn’t cum from the beating this time.

When it was done, she excused herself to go shower, without explaining exactly what she wanted to shower off. She left Steph and Kitten downstairs, and ran to the bathroom, where she showered while pissing and rubbing her cunt.

When she came downstairs, she found Steph cooking lasagna, naked, in the kitchen. But Claire froze when she saw what Kitten and her father were doing. Kitten had her father’s cock out and was idly pumping it while the two of them stared at Steph’s naked body. Steph was blushing and trying to pretend nothing was happening.

“I’m just helping your friend Kitten out,” her father said. “She apparently finds her dinner much tastier when there’s cum on it.” He sighed happily as Kitten rubbed his penis. “And she’s been telling me about some of the things your work wants you to do, to help you to be a better girl. Apparently you need to be doing your chores around the house nude? That shouldn’t be a problem. And you need to spend an hour a week crawling on all fours? You can do that here around the house, honey.”

Claire went stiff. Had Kitten told her father everything? About how she had to piss? And masturbate? And let a new man grope her every week? She looked for signs on her father’s face that he knew these things, but all she could see was the pleasure of the handjob he was receiving.

“These are good rules,” he was saying. “You and your sister were always brats. Learning a bit of submission, and learning that things like your clothes are a privilege that you earn, should be good for you.”

The rest of the night was an exercise in humiliation for Claire. When Steph finished the cooking, Kitten led Claire’s father to Kitten’s plate by his cock, and then finished jerking him off. Her father moaned happily and sprayed Kitten’s plate with his cum. Claire had never seen her father orgasming before, and never seen him ejaculate; now she had, and she felt sluttier for the experience.

Kitten poured a glass of wine for Claire’s father, and then poured all the girls cordial. Claire noted that Steph drank hers without comment. She wondered what Steph would say if she knew she was drinking piss and cunt juices. Claire sipped on hers eagerly.

The nude girls ate their food mostly in silence. Claire watched Kitten eating her cum-soaked meal and apparently enjoying it. When it came time for seconds, Claire’s father had no more cum to flavour Kitten’s second plate, so Kitten instead gave a repeat performance of her stunt from the last time she came for dinner. She scooped up portions of lasagna and then stuffed them into her cunt. Then she rubbed her legs together to squish all the food in her pussy, and then she dug it out and ate it.

As before, Claire’s father had Kitten feed some of the cunty mess to Claire and Steph. When all the food was gone, Kitten’s cunt was still messy from the mince and cheese, so Claire’s father told Steph to clean it “since she was a lezbo anyway”. Steph eagerly knelt between Kitten’s legs and licked Kitten’s pussy clean, while Claire’s father watched, his dick hardening again.

After dinner Claire needed to piss, but her father wouldn’t let her leave the table. She ended up with Kitten kneeling between her legs, holding a glass to her pussy, while Claire, blushing furiously, urinated in front of her sister and father. She filled the glass with her urine, then blushed further as Kitten licked the last drops of piss from her labia before returning to the table to sip at the glass of Claire’s pee.

The night ended the same way as Kitten’s last visit, with Kitten noisily fucking Claire’s father in his bedroom, while Claire and Steph slept naked in the next room. Both girls were deeply horny, and when Steph started to kiss Claire, Claire kissed back passionately. Both girls found themselves rubbing their pussies as they kissed, unable to control themselves, and before long Claire was moaning her orgasm into her sister’s mouth as her body shook and shuddered in ecstasy.

And Claire’s last thought before she fell asleep was that there hadn’t been a waking moment today that she hadn’t been sexually degraded; that she couldn’t remember how many cocks she’d sucked or how much piss she’d drunk; that she had kissed her sister while she orgasmed and urinated in front of her father; and that she couldn’t control herself. She was a slut, and she couldn’t stop being a slut, and she hated herself.

‘You are a slut,’ said her earbuds. ‘You are a dirty lezbo slut. You deserve to be raped.’

(To be continued…)

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She wanted to earn extra money after class

I had to stay after school. I was beating the erasers on the chalk board in detention. I looked up to see the male teacher was falling asleep. It was close to 4pm. I only had a few more minutes before the last bell to go home. I had just moved in my Grand Mothers basement about a week ago. She was always out playing Bingo or at church. It was a good thing. My parents were no longer in the picture. I was going to drive my old clunker home. It was a late model with some huge rims and big speakers. It god bad gas mileage but it turn heads.

I was still single. I had just broke up with a girl at the beginning of school. She caught with her Mom having sex. She walked in her Mom bedroom to see me fucking her Mom in the ass. Damn her Mom could fuck. After that she started some rumors around school I was a bad guy. No harm. I was not looking to get tied down. I was over skinny high school girls. I was more into curvier ladies. The bodacious hottie with the voluptuous curves. The wider the ass and the bigger the boobs was my new motto. It was hard to find these girls at school. But there were around my small town. You just had to look.

Ring! Ring!! “OK! You can all go now. I hope I don’t see you tomorrow.” said the male teacher. I walked out into the hallway. I headed down to my locker. I picked up my gym bag and put on some sun glasses. I walked out into the parking lot. All most everyone had gone home for the day. I walked over to my car. I slipped in the front seat. I looked out my rear view mirror.

I took a big gulp. There was my new math teacher getting into her mini van. Mrs. Amber Hills. She was in her mid forties but could pass for much younger. She had just started a few weeks ago. She got all the guys in math class attention when she first walked in. She had on a super tight sweater. A long skirt that covered her long curvy legs. She was maybe 5ft 8 with long blonde hair passed her shoulders. She had on a small wedding ring. She did not wear any makeup. She dressed very conservative but you could tell she was packing some large breast and a huge ass under her clothes. I changed seat to be near the front to check her out more. I always handed her my home work with a big smile.

I had to go talk to her before she went home. I quickly got out and walked to her mini van. Today she was wearing a super tight pair of brown pants that hugged every curve. She was wearing a brown sweater that was super tight on her breast. “Hi! Mrs. Hills. Leaving for the day?” I said. “Oh! What! Hi! Buck. What are you doing here?” she said. “I got detention. Had to stay after. How about you?” I said. “Detention hun! I got my performance review today. I guess it went OK.” she said. “Cool!” I said. She put her purse on the roof of her mini van. She was putting her key in the driver side door. I stood behind her checking out her round ass. “Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” she said. “Yes! I study last night and in detention.” I said. “Buck! Why were you in detention?” Mrs. Hills said. “It’s a long story but I asked a certain person at school something I should maybe not have. She took it the wrong way. Then she sent me to detention.” I said.

Earlier in the day. I was stopped in the hallway by the Vice Principle. Mrs. Vicky Tanner. She has been out to get me since my freshman year. I turned down her daughter to go out with another girl to the prom. Ever since then she had a personal vendetta against me. She asked me how I always seem to have money. I told her I was pretty smart with the Internet. I was starting a new web site. She would be perfect for. She had the perfect assets for the web site. (44DD – 30 Waist – 44 hips/ass) She saw me looking at her big breast. Next thing I knew I was in the Principle office. Then off to detention. If I was to guess. I had to say Mrs. Hills might be bigger than the Vice Principle.

I stood a few inches behind Mrs. Hills. “Well I am sorry you were in detention. You have been such a model student in my class. You do make it a joy to come in every morning to teach.” she said. I smiled. Mrs. Hills turned around. “Was it bad? Did you say something terrible? I just love good gossip. Was it a teacher?” she said. I could tell she wanted to know. She was moving her plain fingernails on the door. She was leaning her big ass on the door trying to keep her balance. “I’m not sure I can say. It would be very embarrassing for her. It was not a teacher. I have know her for sometime at the school. Mmmmmm……long pause. OK. Mrs. Hills I can see you want me to say…..she….wanted….to know if I could help….her make some extra money. She lost some money to a scam online. I told her about my new web site and how she could earn some extra money after school. Then she got mad. I got detention.” I said.

“Oh I see. Well that is unfortunate. How much could she have made?” Mrs. Hills said. “Depending on how good she was at it. Maybe a couple of hundred a session.” I said. “Wow! That sounds like allot. I can’t believe I keep asking these questions. Is this a bad wed site. One of those adult sites. Buck tell me the truth.” said Mrs. Hills. “Mmmm no! Not a bad site. Just good clean fun. Nothing she has not done with her husband. She could have made $300 tonight after school.” I said. “Oh Buck! I need to go home before I get into trouble. Step back young man. I can’t believe we talked. It’s no wonder she sent you to detention. I most go. We never talked. Good night!!!!” said Mrs. Hills.

I stepped back as she climbed into her front seat. I watched as she put her mini van in drive. She hit the gas to go pass me. I moved my head to follow her licence plate. A second later. Her purse fell at my feet. It rolled against my sandals. I bent down to pick it up. I looked back up to see no sign of her mini van. I opened her purse. I was going to try to call her. She must have a cell or a home phone. I looked through a bunch of bills in her purse. I could not find a number. I picked up one bill. It was from the power company. It was a final notice. They were going to shut off her power tomorrow. I pulled out a few more bills. They were all similar. Final notice or urgent marked on all of them. There was even a stub from her husband unemployment check. After last week. His benefits ran out.

I smiled as I put Mrs. Hills purse in my car. I pulled out her power bill. I put her address in my cell. I got directions to her house. I pulled in her driveway. She lived at the end of a long street. I only saw her mini van parked in front of the garage. I took out her purse. I put it under my arm. I put her power bill in my back pocket of my cargo shorts. I pushed the small toys off the sidewalk. I rang the door bell.

Ring! Ring! “Your back! All ready! What! Oh! Hi! Buck! I thought you were my husband with the kids. He took them to the town fair tonight.” said Mrs. Hills. “You dropped your purse. I figured you might want it right back. It fell off the roof of your mini van.” I said. “Thank you! Please come in. I don’t want my neighbors to see you. They are all very nosey. How did you find my house?” she said. “I looked at one of your bills. I was going to take your purse to the Principle office. But I thought they might see all the Final Notices on your bills. That might not be good for your review.” I said with a smile.

“Thank you. My husband lost his job. We have two small kids. I had to go back to work. I just found this job at the school. I can’t thank you enough. I can’t loose this job.” said Mrs. Hills. I reached in my back pocket. “MMMMmmm. There are quite a few over due bills in here. This one especially. It says there going to turn off your power tomorrow if you don’t pay.” I said. “What? Let me see. My husband was suppose to pay this last week. I forgot all about it. I gave him close to $400 to pay it. What am I going to do?” said Mrs. Hills. I just smiled as I checked her out some more.

“I could pay this bill for you. That if you want me to. How does that sound Mrs. Hills?” I said. “Oh! No! I can’t have you do that young man. I mean, it would not be right. I don’t take charity. We earn things in this house.” said Mrs. Hills. “It was just and idea. I am sure you have some money to pay.” I said. “I have some extra money in a jar on the fridge. Let me check it.” said Mrs. Hills. She turned to walk into her kitchen. A few minutes later she came back out in her living room. I was standing int he middle of the room next to her big white couch.

“Did you find it?” I said. “No! I did find a note from my husband. He used the money to go out the other night and he took some for beer tonight at the fair. I am in so much trouble. I don’t have any money to pay this bill. I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow with no power in the house. I am sure to get fired. What am I going to do?” she said. “Listen! I’ll pay the bill for you. It will be my pleasure. Then you will have power. Your husband will get a job tomorrow and you can pay me back.” I said. “Fat chance he will get a job. I just can’t believe this. I am so good with my money. This has never happen to me before. You so nice to offer to help. But I can’t have one of my student pay my electric bill. I have to earn the money to pay it.” said Mrs. Hills.

I reached into my pocket. I pulled out a wad of money. I smiled. Mrs. Hills eyes got really big. “One…two…three..four…hundred.” I said. I took out $400 and placed it on the edge of the couch. “Buck! What are you doing?” she said. I smiled again. “I am going to show you how you can earn some extra money Mrs. Hills. I have wanted to do this since I first saw you in class. Come here! You can earn this much in a few minutes. Then you can pay your electric bill. I will leave. I can keep secrets Mrs. Hills. You have my word.” I said. She moved closer to the couch. She was now in front of me as her ass was toward the couch. “That allot of money young man. I am twice your age. Your my student. What…what…do you want me to do. How long do have to do this???” she whispered.

“Just relax. Take off your sweater. This will be over in a few minutes. Then you can pay your over due bill. You will have power. You can keep your job. You just have to be good and do what I say now Mrs. Hills. Put your sweater on the couch. MMMmmmm those are nice. You should not hide them so much. You have a great figure Mrs. H…..” I said. She turned to set her brown sweater on the edge of the couch. She turned to face me. Her large breast were about ready to exploded from her old bra. Her white lace bra was worn and the edges were torn in spots. She probably had not gotten new bras or lingerie since she was single. I stood there and stared at her voluptuous body. My cock twitched in my cargo shorts. I was hard as a rock. All 9 3/4 inches was down my right leg.

I stepped closer to her. “Put your hands up over your head. Just like that.” I said. I reached under her huge breast to pull up on her bra. Her large milky white breast fell down her chest. Her bra was in the air up her arms. I held it with one hand between her elbows. “Oh!!!!!” she said. “Toss that worn bra on the floor Mrs. Hills. Watch you plant. Your breast sit so high on your chest. There so big and firm. If you did not tell me about your two kids. I would have never known. There so perfect. Your big nipples are so hard. Here let me rub them.” I said. I moved my hand to pinch her thumb size nipples. They were hard as my cock. She had two large pink 4 inch aeroles on her large breast. Each of her breast felt like two small beach balls as I played with them. I brought her right nipple to my mouth. I sucked on it very hard. “Oh god! My husband thinks there to big young man. They have not been played with like this in years.” she moaned.

She titled her head back. Her eyes were closed. I dropped my free hand down to pull up my shirt over my head. I tossed my shirt on her bra next to the plant. I kicked off my sandals. I unbuckled my long black belt. I then dropped my cargo shorts around my ankles. She heard my belt hit the carpet. Her head tilted back up. She looked down to see me in just my white boxer briefs. My cock was straining against the thin white material. The purple head of my cock could be seen under the white material. She opened her mouth. “What are you doing???” she said. I did not say anything. I moved her left hand to the front of my under wear. I pulled down my underwear with her hand freeing my cock.

She gasped as she saw my naked cock. I had shaved last night before bed. All the hair on my body was shaved. I had left a small patch above my cock. Her eyes and mouth were open wide. I put her small hand around my cock. I used her hand to jack my cock a few times. After a minute I let go of her hand. She was still jacking my cock. My naked balls were swaying from her hand on my cock. I felt my balls touch her skin a few times. I pushed on her shoulders causing her to fall down to her knees. I took my cock and placed it on her natural lips. After a few minutes she opend her mouth and swirled her tongue around my cock. She placed her hands on my balls. She now was sucking my cock. She used long strokes with her right hand on my shaft. She licked the tip.

I placed my hand on her curly blonde hair. She looked up with her eyes at me. I smiled as I began to fuck her mouth. I could feel her breast rub against my thighs. I wrapped her hair around my hand, as I fucked her face. She gagged a few times but finally got used to the size. She could only get a few inches inside her mouth. I pulled out my cock and ran my balls in her mouth. She got the left, then the right one in her mouth. After a few minutes I pulled them out of her wet mouth. She went right back to sucking my cock. I was close to cumming. She was sucking my cock better than I expected. I had lusted after her for so long. I was about ready to coat her breast with a big load. I leaned back as my legs moved.

“Open up! Stick out those breast. Hold the bottom of your breast Mrs. H. God that is nice. Her I cum!!!! YES!!! YES!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!!” I grunted. I unleashed a big load on her breast and face. She had closed her eyes. I got some on her fore head and a little over her right eye. Her big breast were soaked with my semen. Even I was like damn that was allot.

I was breathing heavy as she used her fingers to scoop up my cum. I stuck my cock in her mouth to have her clean my off. She sucked my balls clean next. She still had my load on her face and breast. I helped her to her feet. “Turn around. Pull down those brown pants Mrs. Hills. Let me see your big ass. I just love those skirts you wear in class. Put your knees on the couch. Right on the edge. That a good Teacher. Put your face in the cushion. You won’t need this hose your wearing. I like you better with out hosiery Mrs. Hills. You have such long curvy legs. Put your knees together.” I said as I ripped off her tan hosiery and threw it on the carpet next to my right foot.

My cock was hard in my right hand. I looked down as I guided it to Mrs. Hills pussy. She looked over her shoulder. “Oh God! My husband! I never cheated before. Wait! Buck! Moan….” said Mrs. Hills. I had the tip of my cock just inside her super tight pussy. I pushed down with my big hands on her lower back. Just above her big ass. I started to slowly fuck her pussy. “Mrs. Hills!!! Your so tight. Your pussy is so hot. Your not cheating if your paying the electric bill.” I grunted in her left ear. I started to really fuck her pussy faster. Her large breast slapped on her chest. I pushed on her back so her face was smashed against the seat cushion. I reached around her wide hips to grope her breast. I pinched her nipples again making her moan. This caused her pussy to quake. “I’m cumming!! Oh god young man. I have not orgasm in years. You bastard. Fuck your cock is so big. Your touching me in places I never had anyone before.” she grunted.

About twenty minutes later I thrusted in as far as my cock would go. Her big ass pushed on my abs. I held onto her hips as I shot a big load in her tight pussy. I climbed off her as she collapsed on the couch. I fucked her pussy one more time in her bed upstairs before I left out the front door. I drove home that night.

The next morning I went to school early. I watched as Mrs. Hills parked her mini van. I skipped my 2nd period class to find Mrs. Hills in her class room all alone. I pushed her body against the wall as I pulled off her skirt. She moaned as she slammed her pussy on my cock. I fucked her in the corner of the class room. The same place they put the kids in class for being bad. I erupted another load in her pussy before I left. I left some money on her desk to pay her telephone bill.

I sat in the first row of her math class after lunch. She kept checking my cock out as I touched myself under my desk. Her eyes got real big when I pulled it out for her to look at. Later I followed her out to the parking lot after school. I fucked her in her mini van. I paid one of her credit card bills over her phone before she had to go home. She did not want her husband becoming suspicious of her being out late. It was Friday. I was not sure how I was going to survive with out Mrs. Hills for two days.

The next day I drove out to her house. I drove around until I spotted her pushing a baby carriage into the park. Her husband was carrying there other kid in his hands. I parked my car and walked into the park. I walked around the side meeting them half way in the park. “Hi! Mrs. Hills!” I said. “Oh! Hi! Buck!” said Mrs. Hills. “Who is this Amber?” said her husband. “This is Buck from school. He is a student in my math class. How are you today young man?” she said. “Good! Just out for a walk. I was looking for the bathroom in the park. Do you know where they are?” I said. Her husband pointed across the park near the front gate. I waited a few minutes. Mrs. Hills talked to her husband. Then I saw Mrs. Hills walk toward the front gate.

A few minutes later I had her stuffed in a bathroom stall. She was riding my cock with her feet against the wall. I was sitting on the toilet as she rode my cock. Her husband was still walking with the kids as I fucked his wife. I picked her up and fucked her against the bathroom wall. I left my cock in her again as I orgasm deep inside her. She was still dripping as she put on her clothes. I washed off my cock in the sink as she watched me. I reached in her bra and left her some money for another bill. She gave me a big kiss. “I have to go on a field trip on Monday. When you get done with school. Meet me at my house. Here my address Mrs. Hills. Make up an excuse for your husband. Your going to be home late that night.” I said.

Monday could not come any faster. The field trip was boring. I kept thinking about Mrs. Hills all day. I had the house to myself. My Grand Mother left for the night. I gave her some Bingo money.

About thirty minutes later I heard a knock at the door. I looked outside to see Mrs. Hills. She was wearing a big sweat shirt and some baggy pants. “Come on Mrs. Hills. I am glad you could make it. Follow me.” I said. I took her down stairs to the basement. She looked around my big room. There were lots of band posters and half naked ladies on the wall. I had a big chair in front of my computer. I had my web camera on. I had some members already online. They were expecting a hot older woman to put on a sex show for them. “I told my husband I had to help a student after class. I was earning some extra money. Why am I here?” she said. “I want you to get naked. Put on those clothes over there on my bed. Then walk over to that chair. I have a way for you to make some extra money for your bills. I am charging some people to watch you tonight on the computer. If you do a good job there might be a bonus in it for you. Don’t ask questions.” I said.

I walked over and took off my clothes. I sat naked with my cock pointing straight up. I fixed the camera so my cock was in view. I saw the web site hits getting higher. “You can’t show my face. Please don’t show my face. I will loose my job.” said Mrs. Hills. She was standing there in a school uniform. Pink skirt, and pink top. She had her hair in a pony tail. She was wearing some 6inch spiked heels. “Keep your back to the camera. They will never know. Now climb on my cock.” I said.

Mrs. Hills straddled my legs. She used her fingers to open her already wet pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders. I pulled her shirt over her head to suck on her boobs. I lifted her skirt up so everyone online could see my cock buried in her pussy. She was already moaning as she rode up and down on my cock. “MMMMmmmm that is really good. Keep fucking me. Faster! Slam your pussy on my cock. You like young cock in your tight pussy. Faster!!!!” I screamed. She kept slamming her pussy on my cock. I was biting her big nipples in my mouth. After thirty minutes I grunted and erupted in her hot pussy. I had her stand up and finger her pussy as my sperm dripped down her fingers for the camera. Before she left two hours later I fucked her in my bed. I gave her a big gift bag of clothes I had picked out for her online. She now had some new clothes to wear to school.

The next day at school she strutted into class wearing a super tight dress that showed off her amazing curves. I had spent an hour picking it out for her. I was surprised she wore it the first day back to class. I took her after school to get her hair, nails and her first tan session. She gave me a quick blow job in the tanning booth before she dropped me off at my house.

Two days later she came back to my house. I had a leather swing set up in the basement. I tied her up and put a leather mask on her face. I slapped her body with whips and my cock. I fucked her in the ass for the first time. I was making more money from new clients online. The web site was getting bigger. After our big show. Mrs. Hills stood next to me as I order her some sexy lingerie to wear. I sent everything to my house. “It’s a three day weekend tomorrow because of the holiday on Monday. Come over after 6pm tomorrow. Tell your husband to take the kids to his parents for the weekend. Tell him you got some papers to grade before Tuesday and you have to earn some extra cash.” I said.

I was sitting on my king size bed in my room. I forgot what time it was. I heard a knock at the front door. A minute later I heard the door open. I could hear some voices upstairs. “Oh! Bucky down in his room. He must need a lot of tutoring for school. Your the second Teacher today. Just go down those stairs. Tell him I am leaving to go play Bingo again. I hope your less noisy than the last Teacher. I heard her screaming his name an hour ago. He must be doing better in class. I nevered heard that many “YES!!!” from a Teacher before. Good night. Is your ass going to fit down those stairs young lady?” said my Grand Mother.

I heard some heels click down the stairs. Then my door to my room opened. “Buck! Vice Principle Tanner….what are you doing here????” said Mrs. Hills. “Hi! Amber! MMMmmmmmm…what’s it look like. I am sucking this big young cock. Once I found out how much extra money I could make from his web site. I saw your performance in the leather swing the other day. I thought I recognized your voice. I definitely recognized your big ass. Buck ordered me some things online to. Come here Mrs. Hills.” said Vice Principle Vicky Tanner.

I had a few cameras placed around the room. “My face Buck!” said Mrs. Hills. “Hold on. I ran naked up stairs. I pulled out a brown bag from under the sink. I cut two holes for eyes and a big hole for her mouth. By the time I got down to my room Mrs. Hills was naked standing just inside the door. I placed the brown paper bag on her head. Mrs. Tanner giggled. She walked over and guided Mrs. Hills to my bed. “What are you doing? I thought it was just Buck and I. I…I…I never done this with a woman. Not even in college. Your breast are on mine. Your nipples are rubbing against mine….Please!! Stop sucking my nipples!!!!” screamed Mrs. Hills.

I got off the bed to adjust the cameras. I clicked on my web site to see the the cash rolling in. Vicky had Amber on her back. She was licking her pussy. I could heard the bag on Mrs. Hills head shake on the bed. She had her hands on Vicky long dark brunette hair. Her light skin was against the Vice Principle dark tan skin. I stroked my cock as I watched them. I picked up a camera to get closer. Vicky smiled as she saw the camera near her face. I had zoomed in her tongue buried deep inside Mrs. Hills wet pussy. Vicky was using one finger in her pussy and one in Mrs. Hills pussy. I stuck my cock in Vicky mouth for a minute. She put three fingers inside Mrs. Hills pussy. I heard Mrs. Hills scream under her bag as she came all over Vicky fingers. She spit out my cock and licked her friends juices off her fingers. I dropped the camera on the floor next to my bed.

Mrs. Hills was on all fours. I put my hard cock in her ass. Vice Principle Tanner got in front of her Mrs. Hills. She pulled the brown bag just enough so Mrs. Hills could lick her pussy. I heard the Vice Principle moan as I started to fuck Mrs. Hills ass. I was slapping her big ass as each girl pussy was getting wetter. I heard the web cam move as more clients got online. I picked up the pace as I spanked Mrs. Hills big ass. I used my hands along with Vicky hands to spank Mrs. Hills ass. I reached under her waist to grab Mrs. Hills big breast. I was slamming them together as I fucked her big ass. Mrs. Hills moan. Vicky moaned. I moaned for god sake.

After a few different positions I stood up. I picked up the fallen camera off the floor. I was now looking down in the camera as each girl was on her knees with my cock in front of there faces. Vicky sucked my cock first. She passed the tip through the open hole in the brown bag to Mrs. Hills mouth. I started to fuck her face as Vicky licked under my balls. I grabbed the top of the bag as I fucked Mrs. Hills mouth faster. The girls moaned again. I could feel all there breast smashing against each other as the bed moved. A few minutes more I pulled my cock out as the Vice Principle aimed my cock at Mrs. Hills breast. I erupted missing both girls large breast that were pushed together. Instead I hit the brown bag covering Mrs. Hills head. My cum dripped all over the bag. I saw Mrs. Hills tongue come out to lick up my goo.

After that I told Amber I could remove her face from the computer. That anything she did could not be seen buy anybody. I had special cameras that could hide her face and voice. I spent the next three days taking pics, making more home made movies with them. I fucked each hot older lady around the house. We even used her mini van in the garage for a special shoot. We got paid double for that private shoot. I lost count how many times we fucked on the web site.

It’s been about three weeks since I got both Mrs. Hills and Mrs. Tanner to meet in my basement. I got all there bills paid in full. They got a little extra to stay ahead of the game. Neither one of there husbands has caught on. They still believe there making extra money after school. I bought a new house near the school. I was running out of money paying for all that Bingo for my Grand Mother. I had to get a new car to fit my new clothes.

“Good Morning Mrs. Hills. This is Principle Tanner. I need Mr. Kelly to report to my office. I also need to see you for your follow up on your review. Thank you.” I moved my hand under my desk. “Ok! Class do exercise 2-3 in your text book. Mr. Kelly follow me. You must be in trouble again young man.” said Mrs. Hills. The kids in class laughed. Mrs. Tanner had got promoted. There was some rumors around the school that the previous Principle had been sleeping with a cheerleader.

I opened the door to the Principle office. She was sitting with her back to us in a big leather chair. Mrs. Hills closed the door. I watched as Mrs. Tanner turned her chair. She was naked except for a big ruler in one hand. “Mrs. Hills grab his wrist and hold him. It’s time for his weekly corporal punishment. Your next. Take off your new dress. Some of the boys in your class have reported to me that they can’t concentrate when your dressed like that. I need a new Vice Principle to help me with this young man. He is a bad influence. What do you say?” said Mrs. Tanner. “Oh I think I can help. I loved to be your new Vice Principle. Will I have to work late and spend more time with both of you?” said Mrs. Hills. “Yes!” said Vicky.

“Smack! Smack!” My jeans were down to my ankles. Both hot older ladies were spanking my ass with a ruler. I could hear the camera in the Principle office above her desk move. I had put a web cam for an afternoon show above her desk. I also put one under her desk to have her play with her pussy on camera. There was one under Mrs. Hills desk in her class room. “Ummmmm. Thanks girls. Your both doing a great job. The web site is getting bigger. I was wondering…….. I met the new Spanish Teacher this morning in the hallway. She coming over after school today to give me a Spanish lesson.” I said. “Wait! You don’t know Spanish. Your not even in her class…. She our new Foreign Exchange Teacher this year.” said Mrs. Tanner and Mrs. Hills. “I know. She was telling my about bring her husband and kids from her homeland. It cost allot of money to bring them here. She was asking about making some extra money…after school” I said.

Giggty Giggty……….Gooooooooo

Love,

Buck

XooX

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Ron quickly comes up with a plan to hide his failure from the Dark Lord as Harry prepares to raid Gringott’s.

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

Chapter 7 part 2
Ron stood in horror as he felt his mask fly away, revealing his face to Harry. Ron saw Harry standing in shock and mouth the word, ‘Ron’ as he saw Dobby return and take Harry’s hand in his own. Seeing Bellatrix’s antique silver knife on the ground, Ron quickly picked it up and threw it with all his might at them. As if in slow motion, Ron watched Harry and Dobby begin to fade away in a cloud of light until finally they disappeared with a loud crack.

‘ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!’ screamed Ron as he dropped to his knees in fury. Ron could feel anger seething through his veins as he contemplated the fact that Harry had escaped his clutches again. Taking a final look around the battle strewn room, Ron stood up and with a quick turn, disappeared into thin air. Wind and snow howled around Ron as he appeared at the top of a high mountain. Suddenly, Ron let out an inhuman blood curdling scream of rage as he dropped to his knees and started beating the ground in anger. Even with all his newly acquired power, Ron felt for the first time in a long while… scared.

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With a groan, Draco woke up and sat himself up on the soft carpet of his living room.
‘Ahhh fuck,’ Draco moaned as he circled his aching jaw gingerly where Harry had punched him surprisingly hard. Draco quickly looked round the room and noticed that Ron, Wormtail and Bellatrix had gone. Luna and Dean however, lay a distance away, their arms and legs tied tightly together. Suddenly, the doors burst open as Ron marched into the room in a hurry.

‘Where have you bee……,’ Draco began to ask until he stopped, noticing Ron’s appearance. Ron was even paler then usual and his wand arm seemed to be shaking slightly. His robes were drenched and flecks of what looked like snow covered his hair and robes. Ron quickly walked over to Draco and helped him easily to his feet.
‘Just been off to release a bit of steam,’ replied Ron as Draco looked worriedly back at him.
‘Where are Potter and Granger?’ asked Draco quickly as Ron’s face went even colder.
‘They got away,’ said Ron simply, ‘my cover’s blown as well, Potter saw my face.’ Draco swore loudly as Ron noticed Luna and Dean tied up on the floor.
‘Look Draco we don’t have much time,’ said Ron almost manically, ‘if the Dark Lord ever finds out we let Potter and Granger escape again he’ll kill us. Quick, help me take Luna up to your room then I’ll let you know what the plan is.’ Obediently, Draco took hold of Luna’s legs as Ron grabbed her body and carried her out of the room, up the stairs and into Draco’s grand bedroom. Pansy, who had been laying on the King sized bed, suddenly sprang to her feet as Ron and Draco entered the room, carrying Luna.

‘What is she doing here?’ asked Ron as he and Draco flung Luna on to the bed.
‘A man has needs you know Ron,’ said Draco defensively as Ron eyed Pansy.
‘Fair enough, in fact…..,’ said Ron as he looked from Luna to Pansy, ‘….anyway, we need to alter everyone’s minds so they forget Potter and Granger were ever here. You can go and do Dean, Bellatrix and Wormtail and I’ll do Luna here. Also you are a skilled legilimens now aren’t you Draco? You need to plant a false memory in Wormtail’s mind so that if the Dark Lord asks why Ginny isn’t here, Wormtail will say it’s his fault. Can I count on you Draco?’ asked Ron as he gave Draco’s shoulder a squeeze. Draco gave a determined nod as he quickly left the room, leaving Ron, Luna and Pansy alone.

‘What’s going on Ron,’ asked Pansy suspiciously as she stood hands on hips. Ron didn’t answer as he slowly turned to face her.
‘Imperio!’ Ron suddenly cried as he pointed his wand at her. Pansy swayed slowly on the spot until finally she looked at Ron with a submissive look.
‘Lie on the bed and be quiet,’ Ron ordered her as Pansy obliged. Ron quickly went over to the bed and untied the ropes around Luna’s slender ankles and wrists. Luna gave a small moan of pain as Ron cast the imperius curse on her as well.

‘I need a release,’ said Ron to himself as he removed his sodden robes, revealing his cold, powerful body, ‘if my plan doesn’t work I could be killed, or worse…..’ Ron lay in the middle of the bed as he controlled Pansy and Luna with his mind. Suddenly, the two girls jumped off the bed and stood by the edge of it as they placed their hands on each other’s asses. They gave each other a lustful smile as they began to kiss each other dirtily on the lips.
‘Yeahhh,’ grunted Ron in delight as he began to pump his soft cock at the show Luna and Pansy were giving him. Ravenously, Luna and Pansy began to tear each other’s clothes away until they both stood naked before Ron. Ron looked at the girl’s pussy’s with delight as he first looked at Luna’s small pussy, with wispy blonde hair covering it and then at Pansy’s completely bald pussy. Ron then stared at Pansy’s delicious D sized tits and admired Draco’s taste as Pansy began sucking on Luna’s small tits.

‘Mmmm yeah,’ moaned Luna playfully as she felt Pansy’s tongue flit all around her areola and nipple. Luna stared at Ron and bit her lower lip teasingly as she began to shake Pansy’s breast aggressively, causing it to ripple seductively. After having a good suck on each other’s breasts, Luna and Pansy began to make out once more with long, sloppy kisses as their hands went to each other’s clits.
‘Yeah play with each other’s pussies,’ moaned Ron who was by now nursing a massive hard-on. Pansy and Luna moaned into each other’s mouths in delight as the twin feeling of their kissing and their pussies being played with made each other hornier.

‘Come and suck my cock,’ ordered Ron after a while, as he peeled back his foreskin in preparation. Luna and Pansy smiled at each other as they bounded over to Ron and joined him on the bed. Ron dragged Luna by her slender hips and had her straddle his face as he began to lick at her tight pussy. As Ron started to lick Luna out, Pansy took hold of Ron’s fat dick by the base and spat on it a few times, rubbing in the thick strands of saliva into his shaft. Pansy quickly began to devour Ron’s cock as she began to suck on it quickly.
‘Mmmpf,’ mumbled Pansy as she tried to give a moan through a mouthful of cock. As Pansy sucked Ron’s cock, she began to fondle his tightening ball-sack, letting her sharp fingernails rake along his soft, wrinkly sack.

‘Ahhhh yeah,’ Ron moaned in appreciation as he continued to suck on Luna’s pussy. Ron placed his hands on each of Luna’s bum cheeks as pulled on her pussy lips lightly with his teeth. Ron gave Luna’s ass a hard squeeze as he soon found the little nub that was her clit and began to lick it and suck it quickly.
‘Mmmm Ron,’ Luna panted as she began to play with her own breasts. Ron spanked her ass hard with each moan she gave, as his tongue was like a blur all over her pussy, lubricating it nicely with his wet, tongue.
Pansy by now was deep-throating Ron’s cock effortlessly as she worked tirelessly to please Ron. She removed Ron’s cock from her mouth with a pop and quickly began to suck and blow lightly on his head, eliciting moans from Ron in the process. With a quick rub of her own wet pussy, Pansy straddled Ron’s hips and positioned his dick over her entrance. Quickly, she lowered herself down onto Ron, impaling herself on his fat, 6 inch dick.

‘Ahhhh fuck,’ moaned Ron who paused his licking of Luna’s cunt to watch Pansy bounce up and down on his cock, ‘yeah that’s it Pansy, ride my dick,’ said Ron lustfully as he felt Pansy’s pussy walls tighten around his cock in response. Pansy soon picked up a steady rythm, as she brought her weight forward so that she could kiss and bite Luna on the neck.
‘Ooo my,’ moaned Luna in a high pitched voice as a combination of Ron spanking her ass, licking her pussy and Pansy suckling on her neck caused her to orgasm. A gush of clear, pussy juices erupted from her vagina and landed nicely on Ron’s tongue as her body began to ripple in pleasure.

‘You taste so sweet,’ commented Ron as he lifted Luna off him so he could get a better view of Pansy. Pansy smiled back at Ron, glad of the attention she was now getting off Ron as she suddenly went balls deep onto Ron’s lap. Ron groaned back in appreciation as he placed his hands on her slim hips, which she began to grind and circle quickly.
‘Mmm yeah,’ moaned Ron as he watched Pansy take her large tit to her mouth and begin to suck seductively on her nipple. In response, Luna took her chest to Ron’s mouth, who quickly began to devour her small breasts.
‘Ahhh that’s nice Ron,’ groaned Luna as she felt her entire right breast enter into Ron’s mouth. Ron greedily began to suckle on her teat like a baby as he sucked and slurped all over it. Luna ran her fingers through Ron’s hair as she did this as Pansy began to bounce on Ron’s cock at a furious rate. Finally, after a few more minutes, Ron stood up from the bed and looked down at the two eager girls’.

‘Turn round and bed over now,’ said Ron commandingly. The two girl’s giggled as with a quick kiss on each other’s lips, they turned round and got on all four’s so Ron had a great view of their asses.
‘Shit,’ said Ron appreciatively as he looked at their asses which were placed side by side. Pansy’s looked rather flat he thought but Luna’s was gorgeously curvy and smooth. Ron smiled as he walked over to Pansy’s ass and gave it a quick spank. Pansy gave a little moan at this unexpected sensation, as quick as a flash, Ron whipped his dick into her pussy and began to fuck her once more.

‘Yeah…..yeah……yeah,’ panted Ron as he began to thrust into Pansy’s pussy quickly. Ron stood, legs wide apart as with each thrust, he slapped Pansy’s ass hard to and fro.
‘Ahhh Ron……ahhh yeah harder,’ begged Pansy as Ron began to spank her ass hard, so that angry red marks appeared on her pale cheeks. As he continued to give Pansy a hard fucking, Ron sucked his forefinger and reached over to Luna’s tight asshole. With a little bit of probing, Ron’s finger suddenly slipped knuckle deep into her tight ass, causing Luna to give a high pitched moan. The room was suddenly filled with the moaning of the three teenagers as they continued to pleasure each other. Luna and Pansy, who were kneeling on all four’s side by side, started to kiss each other once more, letting their tongues playfully wrestle each other in their mouths.

With a final hard thrust that caused Ron’s groin to smack loudly into Pansy’s ass, Ron sloppily removed his wet dick from Pansy’s pussy with a pop and took a few steps sideways towards Luna. Ron bent his knees slightly as he took hold of his fat dick and began to try and force it into Luna’s ass. For a few moments, he struggled until suddenly, Luna slammed her ass into Ron’s groin, so that 5 inches of his dick suddenly broke into her ass.

‘Ahhhh fuck!’ Ron panted as his weight collapsed onto Luna’s back. Ron took a hold of Luna’s hips to steady himself as he pushed himself up into a standing position once more. With the added lubrication of Pansy’s pussy juices on his cock, Ron was soon thrusting easily into Luna’s ass, who was moaning loudly in pleasure. Ron dug his fingers into Luna’s flesh, feeling her soft, supple skin under his fingers as he continued to pound his young dick into her. Ron by now was red-faced as he began to feel the pressure building up in his cock. As if sensing Ron’s climax, Luna clenched her ass tightly around Ron’s cock inside of her, so that his sensitive head was suddenly constricted even more. Ron could start to feel his knees tremble slightly as his thrusting started to become more erratic and hard. Ron began to spank Luna’s pale, curvy ass hard, causing her to moan even more as his panting became shallower and quicker with each thrust.

‘Ahhh God I’m cumming,’ grunted Ron loudly as he swiftly removed his cock from Luna’s ass and began to rub it furiously. Ron looked down at the two girl’s asses as they wiggled and swayed them erotically as Ron gave them each a spank with his spare hand. Suddenly, Ron felt his body tighten as he felt waves of excitement and pleasure overcome his body.
‘Ahhhhh…….ahhhh fuck, ahhhhh,’ moaned Ron as cum started to spurt from his cock erratically. Strands of cum landed on the two girl’s asses as Ron, his legs wide apart continued to spray his load over the girl’s, who were moaning encouragingly at Ron. With a final groan, Ron finished cumming on the girl’s bums as he admired his work. His pure white cum had completely pasted the two girl’s asses as dribbles of his seed began to seep down their cracks and onto their glistening pussies. Ron stood for a while and watched his cum begin to flow down to their pussies as he felt his breathing begin to steady.

‘Scourgify,’ said Ron eventually, pointing his wand at their asses as his cum disappeared, ‘get dressed quickly.’ The two girls followed Ron’s orders as the three of them quickly found their clothes and began to re-dress.
‘Obliviate!’ shouted Ron at each of the girl’s, as a bright halo of light enveloped their heads, wiping their memories. Just as Ron put away his soft cock, Draco burst into the room, slightly red-faced as if he had been running.
‘I’ve done what you asked Ron,’ panted Draco as Ron clapped Draco affectionately on the shoulder.
‘Excellent, good work Draco, very good work,’ said Ron cheerily.
‘I hope Pansy didn’t bore you too much,’ said Draco as he and Ron went to leave the room, leaving the two girls who were staring at them blankly.
‘O no,’ said Ron as just before he left the room, he gave the two girls’ a wink, ‘she proved to be very helpful.’

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It was early morning, and Harry lay beside Ginny in their bed watching her sleep. Ginny’s head was snuggled deeply into Harry’s shoulder and her arm hung loosely around Harry’s middle as he stared into her beautiful face. Harry listened to the sound of her soft breathing and loved the sight of her voluminous hair, lazily covering her face. Harry began to tenderly stroke the side of her pale, naked body as he watched her eyes begin to slowly flicker open.

‘Morning gorgeous,’ whispered Harry as he carefully swept her flaming red hair from her eyes.
‘Heyyyy handsome,’ said Ginny sleepily as she gave Harry a sloppy kiss on the lips, ‘what’s the matter?’ asked Ginny as Harry gave a sigh and rolled onto his back.
‘Today’s the day Ginny,’ said Harry as he felt Ginny begin to rub his chest affectionately, ‘the plans complete, today’s the day I break into Gringotts.’ Ginny snuggled in closer to Harry, causing the bed sheets to move down slightly, revealing more of their naked bodies to each other.
‘But I thought you would be happy that your back fighting You Know Who again?’ said Ginny as she began to tenderly kiss Harry’s shoulder.
‘I am,’ replied Harry as he placed an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, ‘but these last few weeks with you have just been……amazing. I don’t want to leave you again.’
‘O Harry,’ said Ginny in a watery voice as she dropped her hand to Harry’s tummy, feeling it slowly rise and fall in time with his breathing, ‘you have to go Harry. If you don’t the world will never be safe…..we’ll never be safe.’

‘You’re right,’ sighed Harry sadly as he began to casually play with Ginny’s hair, ‘I’m just being selfish.’
‘Harry Potter,’ said Ginny suddenly as she looked into Harry’s eyes, ‘you are the least selfish person I know. You are the kindest, most brave man I’ve ever known, and I love you with all my heart.’ Harry smiled up into Ginny’s beautiful face as she gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. Harry placed his hand on the back of her head as they continued to kiss, their lips glued together in a loving passion. Harry felt Ginny’s soft, wet tongue enter into his mouth and begin to tenderly massage the inside of his lips. As they continued to kiss each other lovingly, Harry suddenly felt Ginny’s hand descend underneath the bed sheets and take hold of his morning glory.

‘Ahhh,’ moaned Harry into Ginny’s mouth as he felt her begin to pump his long shaft. Harry took Ginny right soft, supple breast in his hand and began to circle it and squeeze it gently as Ginny began to stroke his cock harder and faster. Ginny let her kisses descend to Harry’s neck, as she kissed and nibbled Harry’s sensitive neck.
‘Mmmmm,’ Harry groaned as he felt Ginny begin to rub his cock faster. For a few minutes, the sound of Ginny’s sucking on Harry’s neck, as well as the sound of her fist beating into Harry’s groin filled the room as Harry began to groan and pant in ecstasy. The feel of Harry’s hard, warm cock in her small hand felt so good to Ginny as she then began to kiss Harry once more on his soft lips. Ginny felt like she was in heaven; the man she had loved for years, lying naked in bed with her. Ginny felt Harry’s tongue enter her mouth and begin to explore her warm mouth. She could hear Harry’s groaning become louder and louder as they kissed, as she tightened her grip on Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhhh Gin, I’m about to cum,’ Harry groaned as he stopped kissing Ginny and placed his hands in her messy hair. Ginny wrapped her fingers around Harry’s long dick even tighter as she began to rub his cock at a fast pace, eliciting moans from Harry in the process. Ginny watched Harry, as his chest began to rise and fall faster and his stomach suck in slightly as suddenly a high moan escaped his sweet lips.
‘Ooo Ginny,’ moaned Harry suddenly as his body suddenly experienced an explosion of pleasure. A fountain of his cum suddenly erupted from the tip of his 7 inch cock and landed all over his tummy and Ginny’s hand. Ginny continued to rub Harry’s cock quickly as smaller and smaller amounts of his white seed gushed out of his cock until finally, the electric feeling around his body subsided and his panting began to slow down.

Ginny smiled at Harry as she took her cum pasted hand to her mouth and longingly licked it clean. Once every juice of Harry’s sweet tasting cum was licked clean from her hand, she collected the large amount of juices on Harry’s stomach and scooped it up and drank that lustfully too.
‘That was the best breakfast ever,’ said Ginny with a giggle as Harry laughed out loud. Ginny lay back on the bed once more as the two of them lay on their sides facing each other. Harry placed his hands on her pale, curvy bum and gave it a firm squeeze as they continued to kiss and cuddle for a good while. Reluctantly, Harry eventually rose from the bed when he began to hear the others awake and make their way down for breakfast.

‘I’ll be off soon,’ said Harry as he went to grab a towel in preparation for a shower, ‘I may not see you again for a while Gin,’ said Harry sadly as Ginny sat up against the bed-rest. Ginny watched as the most beautiful man she ever knew walked around the room naked, getting his clothes ready for after his shower. Ginny smiled up at Harry as she watched his soft dick sway and bounce with each step he took as finally he stood by the door that led to the shower.
‘I’m certain you’ll succeed Harry,’ said Ginny gently to Harry, ‘this isn’t goodbye, more like see you later.’ Harry smiled at Ginny before turning away and entering the shower.
‘I hope what you say is true Ginny,’ whispered Harry to himself as he turned on the shower and stepped in, his mind heavy in thought of what he was going to do that day.

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Annabelle has arranged for Nicole to understand what a horse’s– or at least a pony’s– life is like. Nicole spends the weekend as a ponygirl on Annabelle’s farm… and on the nearby roads.

A girl goes looking for her sister in the wrong place

The Bondage Club
Chapter 3

Kendall’s sex was completely sore for sitting for several hours on the Sybian with no relief from the low vibrating machine. Worst, was the fact she was unable to have an organism though she desperately wanted to. The only semi-relief she had was when another mistress named Kathleen came over for a spell to talk to Amanda. She was beautiful to look at with a small rounded face. Ruby red lips and dark eyes. Her hair was parted on the side and cut into a bob the length of her chin. She had a slender body and wore a micro black leather miniskirt to which Kendall could seed from her vantage point she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Her medium size breasts were also exposed as she wore the frame of a bra but without the cups. Black leather thigh high boots adorned her legs completing her outfit.

She carried a riding crop in her right hand while her left held a leash. The other end of the leash was connected to the collar around the powerful neck of a very muscular man who crawled on all fours next to Mistress Kathleen’s left leg. He was naked except a pouch which covered his member. A ring on the outside of the pouch at the base of his cock connected to another ring pulled tight just above the ball sack. This gizmo kept the man/dog rock hard and Kendall could see even though it was in a covered pouch that his man-hood was large. Very large.

While Mistress Kathleen was sitting and talking with Mistress Amanda, the man/dog began sniffing around Kendall. He sniffed her leg and followed it upwards to her sex but because of the position she was in, leaning forward on the Sybian, he wasn’t able to get his nose in close. So instead he worked his way around to her backside where he found her ass covered by the catsuit. Using his nose and tongue he was able to get a hold of the partially open zipper and pull it further up. Soon he had his nose pressed in between her splayed ass cheeks sniffing at her bung hole. Thrusting out his tongue, he began to lick her hole. Though Kendall had a few boyfriends in the past, none of them every so much as touched her ass hole never the less have put a tongue to it. She was surprised at how good it actually felt and was moaning in pleasure when the man/dog’s mistress noticed and jerked his leash pulling him away.
“What the hell are you doing?” She basically screamed. “Heal Manfred!” And the man/dog went and knelt besides his Mistress’ leg.

Putting the riding crop up under Kendall’s chin, she lifted her head up to face her. “What the hell do you think you where doing allowing my dog to lick you like that? I didn’t give him permission to lick your shitty ass! You need to be punished for that! Maybe in the future I’ll have you brought to my kennels and have you mated with one of my mastiffs.” She proclaimed. “But for now I think this will do nicely,” and reaching down yanked off the two nipple clips off of Kendall.
Thinking she’d was going to find some relief from the numbness that had set in since the weighted clips were placed on her nipples, Kendall was in for a shock as the blood rushed forward back into them making it feel as if a thousand needless where jabbing them simultaneously. Her muffled scream into the cock gag brought a smile of pleasure to the Mistress’ face, knowing how much pain the action had really caused.

After awhile her nipples felt as if they had returned to normal and Mistress Kathleen and her man/dog left and went about their way. A short time later she heard a familiar voice saying hello to Mistress Amanda. She looked up and saw her sister Kim moving toward them. Shorter then Kendall’s 5’10”, Kim stood taller than her 5’3″ frame as she wore a pair of 4″ stilettos. A leather pencil skirt covered her curvy 38” hips to just above her knees and a shear blouse did nothing to hide her ample 36D breasts and was short enough to expose her 26” tummy. Her black hair was teased so it flowed around her head almost giving her the look of a lion’s mane.

Kendall tried to get her sister’s attention but her muffled voice could be hardly heard in the club. Her only hope was if Mistress Amanda reveled who she was to Kim.

“Kim! Good to see you. Please, come have a seat next to me.”

Kim sat down to the left of Amanda.

“How are you?

“Well, thank you.”

“Are you enjoying what our establishment has to offer?”

“Yes, for sure. I’ve really been enjoying it. I’m glad my application for enrollment was accepted.”

“The board and I thought you’d be a good fit with our life style.”

“Thank you, I’m so glad to be a part of this club.”

“Tell me, are the other members treating you well?”

“Oh yes, and that Mistress Venus that you introduced me too has been showing me the things I need to accomplish to become full fledged Mistress myself instead of only an honorary one.”

“Yes. Well one of the things you’ll need to do is get yourself a willing slave.”

“Speaking of slaves, I see you have yourself a new one.” Kim said glancing at the girl on the Sybian and thinking there was something familiar about her.

“Yes, I just acquired her this afternoon.”

“She looks kind of young.”

“Old enough.”

“I noticed she isn’t pierced yet?”

“Yes, I still have to get that done.” An evil thought passed through Amanda’s mind. “Say, you wouldn’t want to help me with that would you?” She asked.
“Really?” Kim answered. “I’d love too!”

“Good. Then lets take her to my private play room then.” Amanda said and stood up. Reaching down she turned off the Sybian and pulled Kendall off of it.
Kendall began to try and stand when Amanda pushed her back down onto her knees. “I didn’t give you permission to stand, bitch! You follow me on your knees.” She said and started to walk away pulling on her leash.

Kendall desperately tried to keep up but failed.

Amanda turned to Kim who was following along. “I think this slave needs some motivation.” And handed Kim her own leather ridding crop.

“It would be my pleasure.” She answered. Smacking Kendall on her ass with the crop, she said, “Move slave.” And gave her a few more smacks of the crop.
Kendall was forced to follow along on her knees across the club room and into and down a hallway, all along being smacked on the ass with the crop by her sister. They passed several doors on both sides of the hall until they came to one at the end of the hall marked #1. Using a key, Mistress Amanda opened the door and pulled Kendall in behind her followed by her sister Kim. Without turning around, Kendall heard the door to the room close behind and a bolt thrown with a resounding “click.” Kendall immediate felt a sense of dread. If only she could get Kim to realize it was her.

The women lifted Kendall to her feet and then forced her to lay on her arms on a waist high leather covered bench. She was then strapped down to the bench with straps around her waist and above and bellow her breasts. Chains where attached to the cuffs around her booted ankles after the hobble chain was removed and then pulled, lifting her legs up and apart in a Y-shape.

Amanda gathered several things and placed them on a rolling table and then rolled it over to where Kendall lay.

“Let’s start with her nipples.” Amanda said. “I’ll do the first one and then you can follow along by doing the other one.”

“OK, sounds good to me.”

Kim watched as Amanda began by teasing Kendall’s right nipple, pulling, tugging and rolling it between her thumb and fore finger until it began to get hard and stiff from the stimulation. Grabbing the nipple and pulling it, she placed the point of a long needle against the nipple and pushing from right to left, the needle pierce Kendall’s nipple with a pop as it tore through it. Kendall screamed, but the gag stifled the noise. Kim watched as tears filled the girls eyes and she still could not escape the feeling she knew her.

“Now you try it.”

“Ok.” Kim said and picked up another needle and began to play with Kendall’s left nipple. Kendall tried to get her to stop making all kinds of noise but it was for naught as she felt Kim place the sharp tip of the needle against her nipple and push. Kendall screamed into the gag a second time as Kim pierced that one too. A floodgate of tears welled up in her eyes.

Half dollar sized rings with small bells attached to them replaced the needles and were clamped shut. The woman then moved down between Kendall’s legs. Mistress Amanda showed Kim where she wanted four piercings on Kendall’s outer labia, two on each side. She then lifted Kendall’s head and forced her to watch as her sister Kim complied and pierced her sex and inserted small rings.

Then moving the hood of her clitoris out of the way, Her clit was then pierced and then a small ring with a four inch chain hung down with a bell attached to the chain’s end was inserted in the newly made piercing. The pain was great and Kendall passed out. When she came to a few minutes later, she found her head was strapped down tight to the bench. Taking a small piercing box, it was forced into her nostrils where her septum was then pierced. A two piece grommet was inserted on each side and forced closed with a pair of pliers. Then a ring was inserted through the grommet and clamped closed. Kendall could not stop crying, but the women were not quite finished yet.

A small hex key was inserted into the front of her dildo gag and turned. The dildo was then slid out of her mouth. Kendall found that she still could not close her mouth due to a large ring keeping it forced open. A pair of forceps captured her tongue and pulled it outward through the ring. Two more needles pierced her tongue and where then replaced with a stud in the middle of her tongue and a ring at the front of her tongue.

Finished, the women celebrated with a glass of sparkling wine each while Kendall remand bound and suffering from the stinging piercings and the alcohol swabs used to clean her wounds. For her tongue, they both poured some of their wine into her mouth where it stung her new piercings.

“You know, our little slave girl hasn’t properly thanked you for helping with her with her new jewelery, has she?”

“I don’t believe she has.” Answered Kim. “I’d really like to try out that newly pierced tongue of hers.”

“Please, be my guest.”

Amanda lowered the head end of the bench as Kim removed her leather skirt. Kendall’s eyes widened as she watched as her sister Kim straddled her face with her neatly shaved puss and lowered it onto her ring gagged mouth. Suddenly, her own pussy exploded in pain as Mistress Amanda, wielding a multi-strand whip began striking her between her legs. Kendall’s scream was muffled by Kim’s pussy sitting on her mouth. A second strike hit her pussy again and Amanda told her she better get that pink wiggler to work as she was planning on whipping her until she made Mistress Kim cum.

Kendall quickly thrust her tongue through her ring gag and into Kim’s waiting sex. Mistress Amanda whipped her pussy, thighs and stomach as Kendall used her tongue to eat her big sister’s pussy. Licking up and down her slit and teasing her clit, trying to bring her to orgasm. She could tell she was close a few times, but Kim prolonged the orgasm by lifting her cunt up off of her mouth several times and laughing as Kendall’s tongue stretched forth trying to reach it. Kim also shifted her body so Kendall was reaming her bung hole with her tongue for several minutes before returning her cunt to her mouth. Kendall didn’t know how long it was but she could feel her sister’s body shudder in bliss as she came in a powerful orgasm. But she wasn’t allowed to stop until Kim was satisfied that she has licked her clean and then forced her to lick her bung hole again for several more minutes.

Finally having enough, Kim un-straddled Kendall’s mouth. “Wow, that was fantastic!” She said as she returned her leather pencil skirt around her waist.

“Not too bad for your little sister Kendall’s first time, was it?”

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A new character takes this in a new direction. I like this chapter a lot. Please, any feedback is appreciated

Hermione had been gone much longer than the previous evening and both of her dorm mates were apparently already asleep. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. She thought she must be in shock because normally she would be crying and panicking about getting in trouble. Now though, she felt oddly calm. She had discovered some things about herself earlier she never would have thought possible.

Doing what she did to Percy not only made him feel good but made her feel good too. Not in the same way, she hadn’t been as aroused as she’d expected during the actual act, but in a different way. She had felt powerful, like he depended on her, needed her. It was intoxicating.

As she lay in bed still in her school robes reliving every moment of her session with Percy she began to feel his spunk drying on her face. She thought she had wiped it all off but her face was now feeling crusty and sticky. She decided she should take a shower. She could have tried the scourgify charm she had been working on but she hadn’t perfected it and practicing on her face seemed a poor idea. Plus, she thought a shower would feel nice.

She climbed out from under the covers and stripped off her robes. She wasn’t sure if anything had gotten on them but to be sure she stuffed them to the bottom of her trunk. She thought they could be a great item to practice the charm on later. She glanced at both of her roommate’s beds and since they still appeared to be sleeping she sprinted quickly across the dorm to the bathroom stark naked.

She went in and got the water running and up to temperature. It felt really good to have the hot water run over her body. She started by washing her face since it had gotten the brunt of the load. Her neck had gotten some on it but the rest of her had been covered in robes so she took her time.
As she reached her chest she thought about the scene she had witnessed between Lavender and Parvati again. She cupped what was there but her small mounds barely filled her tiny hands. She could just squeeze them together to form a semblance of cleavage. As she began to squeeze and rub her chest her nipples became harder and she realized how good it felt to touch them. She hadn’t really seen them this rigid before so she pinched one gently between her fingers. A shot of pleasure hit her lower region.

She tweaked her nipple again and she couldn’t believe the feeling it gave her. Next she pinched a little harder and rolled it around a little. She could feel it stiffening even more and a warm sensation in her crotch began to form that had nothing to do with the water cascading over her.

One of her hands drifted down her body looking for that special spot she had hit the night before. She forgot about bathing as one hand worked her left nipple and the other explored her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of the water pouring over her body envelop her.

When she found her clit again it was like she had seen a large body of water after weeks in the desert. She began feverishly working away at herself her knees buckling slightly as the waves of pleasure passed over her.
She could feel the climax coming and the anticipation was killing her. She didn’t realize her hand could move as quickly as it was but she still felt like it was just out of reach.

Opening her eyes in frustration to look down at her stubborn pussy, she saw that she wasn’t alone. Lavender Brown stood in the doorway to the showers in a long T-shirt watching Hermione, an expression of shock and amusement on her face.

Hermione almost screamed from embarrassment and fear when she saw the other girl standing there. She threw her hands up in the air as if to deny what she had been doing. This motion set her off balance and she slipped, falling hard on the stone floor of the shower.

Lavender rushed to her side to help as Hermione curled up on the floor thinking her embarrassment could not get any more complete in one day. She was about to start sobbing when Lavender whispered in her ear.

‘Shhh, don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Hermione had expected Lavender to turn tail and run to start the rumor mill buzzing about her strange behavior, expected a scream of “Freak!” or “Eewww!” but she had not expected a comforting hand on her naked shoulder. She opened her eyes and turned to see Lavender kneeling beside her, T-shirt soaked through from the shower, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.

Their eyes met and Lavender spoke again, “You just look like you needed a little help.” A wide grin spread across her face and her hand slid down from Hermione’s shoulder along her side and caressed her hip.

Speechless and confused, Hermione could only stare into the other girl’s eyes and whimper slightly as Lavender’s hand moved forward across her stomach pressing slightly so she’d turn her hips. She rolled onto her back without a sound, never breaking eye contact. Lavender’s hand travelled farther south and when she reached the secret spot Hermione almost jumped through the ceiling.

Somehow the other girl’s hand feeling unfamiliar and detached made the pleasure even more intense. The thought of someone else touching her in that place made the deed wrong but exciting at the same time. Lavender rubbed slow circles around Hermione’s clit before pressing and sliding her fingers down between her pussy lips. The moisture was still there, whether from her arousal or the water still cascading over her hips she wasn’t sure. She just knew she didn’t want the feeling to stop.

Lavender continued to work her pussy harder, kneading it in ways Hermione never would have thought to touch herself. Rolling and pinching her clit. The pressure began to build up again, Hermione laid her head back on the hard stone floor and closed her eyes. A part of her wanted to scream “stop!” and run away but a much larger portion was begging for more.

When Lavender finally slid one little finger inside her tight hole a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes burst open. This was the first foreign object to actually enter her vagina and the feeling was incredible. Lavender began slowly working her finger in and out of Hermione while grinding the heel of her hand into her clit.

Hermione closed her eyes again to savor the feeling but was met with another surprise; Lavender’s hot breath on her nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and teased it lightly with her tongue. Hermione was squirming on the floor now, arching her back and pressing her chest up into Lavender’s mouth.

The kisses did not stop there however, Lavender began kissing her way down her stomach until her lips brushed her hip bone sending a shiver down her back. The water was pouring over Lavender’s head now as she repositioned herself between Hermione’s legs and lowered her mouth to her pussy.

All Hermione could see was Lavender’s wet hair sticking to her stomach while she worked feverishly on Hermione’s clit with her tongue. Writhing on the floor in ecstasy now she was holding her breath to keep from screaming out loud. It was clear that Lavender had done this before because she knew all the right places to push Hermione closer and closer to that precipice.

After almost a minute of this Hermione could hold out no longer; she exhaled deeply and as quietly as she could let out a low guttural moan of pleasure as her first ever orgasm rocked her body. She shook and gasped and she could feel the juices flowing from her body. Lavender lapped them up as fast as she could savoring the taste of the young girl.

Hermione thought she must have passed out because the next she knew the water had been turned off and Lavender was on her back next to Hermione looking sideways at her.

Not sure exactly what to say the only thing Hermione could muster was a faint, “Thanks.” between deep breaths. She couldn’t look Lavender in the eyes and the realization of what they had done was beginning to dawn on her. If what she had done with Percy had been wrong then this most certainly was worse.

Lavender broke the silence suddenly, “Well I certainly didn’t see that coming when I got up to use the loo.”

Hermione couldn’t help but snicker. She looked over and met the other girl’s eyes and they both burst into a fit of giggles. Finally Lavender clamped a hand over Hermione’s mouth, “Shhhhh- It’s freezing in here without the water lets dry off.” She got to her feet and offered a hand to Hermione.
Hermione had hung a towel up to the side but Lavender didn’t have one. The girl was shivering now so Hermione offered her the towel first. Lavender shook her head but Hermione insisted, “I, uh- owe you one.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Well in that case,” Lavender smiled back mischievously, “why don’t you help me dry off?” She turned her back and pulled her hair out behind her head so Hermione could begin.

Taking a cautious step forward Hermione began to dry the other girl’s hair and scalp. She moved downwards and rubbed her shoulders and arms with the towel and then wrapped her hands around front. When she felt the weight of Lavenders breasts in her hands through the towel she felt herself flush. She lingered a little longer than necessary before moving down the girl’s stomach and hips. Lavender let out a slight moan of disappointment as she let them go.

As she dried the girl’s legs she knelt down to reach all the way down to her feet. Once she had finished those Lavender turned slowly opening her legs and putting her pussy right in front of Hermione’s face. Hermione gasped as she smelled the girl’s sex inches from her face.

She felt herself leaning forward and brought the towel up to cover the sight. She quickly patted the girl between her legs and stood up turning away and covering her head in the towel to dry her own hair. What were you doing? She screamed at herself inside her head. She was so confused about what had happened to her in the last couple hours. She had enjoyed it more than anything else she had ever experienced but she knew it was wrong.

She turned to Lavender again and saw that the girl was looking ashamedly down at the floor. She also looked like she was getting cold again standing there completely naked. Suddenly she remembered the feeling of power she had gotten from pleasuring Percy earlier and wondered if this could produce the same effect.

Dropping the towel she walked as confidently as she could back towards Lavender. She took Lavender’s hand in her’s and looked right in her eyes. “If you’re cold maybe we should get under some blankets.”
Lavender’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she was left momentarily speechless so Hermione began to lead her by the hand back out into the dorm. Peeking around the corner to make sure no one else was stirring, they quickly bolted for Lavender’s four poster and drew the curtains around them.
Once safely under the blankets Lavender’s shock wore off and she eagerly captured Hermione’s mouth with her own. Their warm bodies pressed against each other, the hot wet tongue wrestling her own and the other girl’s hands on her lower back and ass ensured Hermione she had made the right decision.

Lavender was clearly more experienced but Hermione was intent on taking control this time. She wanted to make Lavender feel as good as she had and to feel that sense of being needed again. She worked her hands up in between them and with some effort pushed Lavender gently away from her. Their lips parted with a sucking noise and as she gasped for a breath Hermione shoved her onto her back and sat astride her stomach.

She felt her pussy becoming wet again pressed into the abdomen of the girl below her as she slid downwards to bring her mouth to the large breast in front of her. She had loved the feeling of the girl’s tongue on her own breast so she sucked a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue around it as she had with the head of Percy’s penis. Lavender’s back arched in the air and a low moan escaped her lips.

Hermione didn’t want to spend too much time on one side so she switched and began sucking and licking the other nipple. As soon as she let go of one Lavender’s fingers replaced her mouth and began to pinch and twist the nipple so it grew stiffer and stuck out more. While still sucking on one nipple Hermione pushed the other girl’s hand away and took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled upwards on it and Lavender gasped grimacing.

“Oh, did I hurt you?” Hermione pulled away from the girl’s breast to ask.

“No, no, it felt so good.” She looked Hermione right in the eyes and pleaded desperately, “Harder Hermione. Please.”
Hermione smiled, this was exactly the kind of power she’d hoped to find. She knew the feeling of climbing that hill, desperate for relief. Knowing she held the power to grant it was invigorating. She dove back towards Lavender’s breast sucking as much of it as she could into her mouth and pressing lightly with her teeth into the girl’s flesh. She couldn’t believe how much larger Lavender’s breasts were than her’s. Lavender’s hands gripped Hermione’s shoulders pulling her in for more. Hermione found the other nipple with her fingers and pinched it just a bit harder than she had before.

“Ah!” Lavender let slip a short yelp and both girls froze for a moment afraid they might have woken someone.

It was a very odd position to have frozen stiff in: Her mouth covering the breast of another girl while her finger clung to her other nipple. They didn’t move for nearly 30 seconds before they felt it was safe. As much as Lavender seemed to enjoy having her nipples teased Hermione thought it wiser to attempt something quieter.

She kissed her way down the center of her cleavage and across her stomach. As she came to it she stuck her tongue in the girl’s navel on a whim.

“Ooh, no. that tickles” Lavender jumped and whispered.

Noted. Hermione thought to herself.

Sliding lower and lower she had to step her legs in between Lavender’s to make it to her eventual goal. It was easy to see the other girl was dripping wet. There was already a spot on the sheets. Lavender had the beginnings of actual pubic hair dark brown against her pale skin. Before her nerves could take her again Hermione leaned down and gently licked one of the outer lips of her pussy. It tasted much like her own juices, like very sweet sweat. This time she got as low on the bed as she could and licked all the way up the girls slit until she felt that little button right at the crest where some pubic hair tickled her nose.

As she had the first time she came across this special button Lavender jumped just a little and pressed her hips up towards Hermione’s face. Focusing on that area Hermione decided it couldn’t be much different than a nipple, so she sucked it lightly into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue a bit.

Lavender began to squirm on the bed grasped the hair on the back of Hermione’s head with one hand. Hermione made circles around the base of her clit with her tongue and then slid down to lick the length of the girls slit again. Being pressed in close caused the pussy lips to part and she felt her tongue on the opening to the girl’s vagina. Curious she stuck it out as far as she could up inside. Another moan escaped Lavender’s lips and Hermione began to press in and out of her hole with her tongue.
Lavender lifted her legs off the bed and put them on Hermione’s shoulders, gripping her head between her thighs. “Oh shit Hermione,” she gasped quietly. “I’m going to cum!”

Lavender’s own hand came down to work her clit while Hermione continued to pump her tongue in and out of her hole. Suddenly Lavender took a sharp breath and went stiff. Hermione thought her head would be crushed between the girl’s thighs as they clamped together and a low guttural groan escaped her lips.

More juice than she could imagine began flowing from the girl’s pussy and right into Hermione’s open mouth. Not sure what to do with it she swallowed as much as she could but most of it ran down her chin and Lavender’s ass crack. After what seemed like a full minute the grip on Hermione’s head released and Lavender collapsed to the bed her eyes shut breathing heavily.

Hermione sat up and looked at the spent form of the young girl in front of her. Despite the look of exhaustion, a gigantic grin was plastered across her face. That, she thought, is what true happiness looks like. She crawled up next to her, laid her head on her shoulder and went to sleep.

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A powerful desire leads to a passionate night of love making for two college girls. But where will their relationship go from there?

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls

by Vincent

Part 1

Amanda was in her bath robe sitting on her bed, waiting for the sound she’s waited for every night this week. Amanda had a crush. She knew it was the real thing, because when she met Hina for the first time her teeth tingled. It was a dead give away. Every time she met someone that piqued her love interest she had that same reaction, tingling teeth. Almost all the girls in her wing of the dorm showered in the morning, like most Americans, to wash away the sleepy. Now Amanda showered at night, usually late, because she waited until she heard the footsteps of the Japanese exchange student at the end of the hall on her way to the shower. Two nights she missed the sound all together, twice there were other girls in the shower room, and once Hina went back to her room because she’d forgotten something.

She heard the distinct flip flop sound of bathroom slippers going past her door, but decided to wait a few minutes to make sure her love interest had already entered the shower when she arrived. Amanda didn’t want to allow her another excuse to go back to her room, claiming she forgot her conditioner or something. She grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed down the hall. There was nobody in the changing room, but Amanda could hear the shower running. She put her robe in a locker and went into the shower room. There were partitions between the showers, but there weren’t any doors. Two rows of three showers went down each side and at the far end there was a bathtub.

Amanda grew up on a Wisconsin dairy farm with two younger brothers. She was no stranger to hard work or rough play. She played softball and basketball in high school, and developed an athletic figure that complimented her blond haired, farm girl beauty very well. In fact, she became a Badger on a softball scholarship. When she entered the shower naked Hina turned to watch the gorgeous Amazon in motion. She couldn’t help thinking it was the most athletic body she had ever seen on a girl and part of her wished she looked just the same. Hina thought her new friend must be very confident and proud.

“Hey there, Hina,” Amanda said with a big smile, “How was your day?” What she really wanted to say was, “You look so beautiful nude and I want to make love with you.” Hina was almost the opposite of Amanda, the top of her head only came up to Amanda’s chin. She had the typical delicate features of an Asian woman, a slim body, small round breasts, creamy beige skin, and big hazel colored eyes that melted Amanda’s heart.

“It was ok,” Hina said, “It’s just that I have a hard time understanding some of my professors.”

“You’re lucky. I can’t understand any of mine.” Amanda stepped into the stall across from Hina and turned on the water. As she wetted herself and began to rub soap on her body she stole glances at Hina. Amanda watched her skin glisten as the lather washed down her body onto the floor. Her bathing had the aura of an erotic dance as she twisted and bent to reach all her places. She imagined what it would be like to move with her, to kiss the skin the foam surrendered. For a moment their eyes locked breaking Amanda’s thoughts. She suddenly became aware she had been unconsciously rubbing the bar of soap back and forth over her vagina. Moreover she realized Hina had seen her. Amanda needed to cover her embarrassment.

“If you need any help with your classes, I would be glad to go over some material with you,” she offered.

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. You have school and softball and other things. I’m sure you are so busy,” Hina replied, but actually thought she could really use the help.

“Not at all. I usually waste too much time in the evenings; anyway you just live down the hall. I’ll kick you out if I get too busy”

“Ok, that would be nice.” They exchanged smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me saying,” Hina continued, “you have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you,” it pleased Amanda to hear Hina say that.

“You look so strong, yet you are so, uh, like a female.”

“Feminine.”

“Yes, feminine. Thank you.”

“See, I can help.”

“Would you like me too wash your back? It’s a tradition in Japan. We wash each other’s backs.”

Amanda wasn’t sure what to think, but she liked the idea of closing the physical distance between them. “Sure, that would be nice,” she said.

Hina shut off her water. She took a washcloth and filled it with soap. The girls looked in each other’s eyes for a moment. Amanda wondered if Hina was sharing any of the same feelings.

“Turn around,” Hina said. She began making small circles on Amanda’s back. She started in the middle and had to reach up to get her shoulders, then worked her way down. Hina was doing a very thorough job. “You have beautiful skin.”

“Thank you. It’s from growing up on a dairy farm,” the taller girl said, “That feels nice.”

“What is dairy?”

“Oh, it’s milk. My family raises cows for milk.”

“I love cows. They are so cute.”

“You wouldn’t think so if you had to take care of them.”

“Maybe,” Hina said thoughtfully, “but still I would like to see your dairy farm some day.”

“Sure. It’s about a two hour drive from here. We can go for a weekend.”

“That would be so much fun.”

Hina didn’t stop scrubbing at Amanda’s waist. She continued down to her bottom, rubbing the cloth over each buttock and into the space between, admiring her lean shapely ass. Amanda felt the cloth touch her pussy, but it was very brief and couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.

“There you go, all done,” Hina said, “now you can rinse.” Amanda turned to let the stream wash the suds away, but Hina didn’t step back. The girls looked at each other silently for a moment, both of them unsure what to do next. They let their gaze lower over each other’s bodies, feeling their desire swell. Hina put her hand on Amanda’s stomach. “I like touching your body,” the smaller girl said, then she broke the silence again, “You don’t have any hair there. Do all American girls shave?”

It took a moment for Amanda to comprehend the question. “Oh, I suppose it’s fashionable these days. I think most girls do.”

“I want to be an American girl, too. I want to be like you,” Hina said. She grabbed her thick black pubic hair in her fingers and pulled. “Japanese girls don’t shave. It would be shameful for them.”

“Why? Nobody would see.”

“In Japan, hot springs are very popular. People would think a girl is a slut if she shaved.”

“So you know the word slut? Your English is pretty good.”

“Japanese people have so much hair, it’s black and hard. I don’t like it. Would you like to feel?”

Amanda reached out, and gently rolled Hina’s pubic hair in her fingertips. Amanda felt her heart aching for this sweet girl; she could hardly believe this was happening. Amanda let her hand go flat against Hina’s mons pubis and began to move her hand slowly down between her legs. Hina drew a deep breath between her teeth and looked up at her new friend, the girls locked eyes. As Amanda leaned down to kiss Hina they were startled by the noise of the locker room door. Hina quickly turned, grabbed her things and walked out of the shower room just as another girl came in to bathe. By the time Amanda had made it to the locker room Hina had left. She put on her robe and went back to her room.

Amanda lay on her bed in her robe thinking about what had just happened. She went over every detail of the encounter in her mind and tried to parse it for veiled meaning. It seemed to her that her crush was returning her feelings, but she couldn’t be sure. She worried she had been leading Hina into doing something against her will because she wanted her to. Maybe Hina was too shy or scared to push her away. Also she had left really quickly when they were about to be discovered. On the other hand she didn’t pull away when Amanda was about to kiss her, and they touched each other so passionately, so freely. Lying on the bed, Amanda felt excited, confused, scared and hopeful, but mostly she felt a desire to be intimate with Hina. She knew she would never get to sleep unless she made herself come.

She could still feel Hina’s hand on her stomach and the way the Japanese girl’s pubic hair felt in her fingers. She was going crazy thinking that her hand had almost caressed her tiny Asian vagina; she wanted so badly to touch it. Amanda slid her hand inside her robe and down between her legs as she imagined Hina’s body, naked, lying next to her. Amanda’s smooth skin was still moist from her shower, but her pussy had become very wet. Her fingers glided easily between the folds of her labia. She found her clitoris and with her fingertips began to rub in a circular motion, then up and down, allowing her fingers to enter her pussy, touching sensitive places deep inside. She imagined it was Hina doing this to her. She imagined kissing her soft breasts. It felt good, she began to tingle inside. It gave her some relief from her sexual tension, but she knew it would only be temporary. She could never be fully satisfied until she had Hina for her own.

Amanda felt her pleasure growing until her orgasm was certain. She was very skilled at masturbating. Sex partners were difficult to come by for a lesbian in rural Wisconsin, so she had to spend many restless evenings satisfying herself. She could orchestrate a big climax for her pussy, especially when she was this excited about a girl. She built her pleasure up to the edge and let it ease back down several times before she couldn’t hold back any longer and went cascading over the edge. Her legs tensed up as she pushed her fingers hard against her clitoris. She felt her pussy pulsating as waves of pleasure rolled over her body. She tried to stifle her scream, the dormitory walls are thin, but the noise came out like a long muffled grunt. After, she lay back on the bed. Her tension was abated, but she certainly wasn’t satisfied. There was only one solution for that. She gently massaged her pussy as the contractions faded away and she sank into the bed. Sleep finally found her.

The sound of tapping invading Amanda’s restless dream brought her back to consciousness. She realized someone was gently knocking on her door. She checked the clock. It was a little past midnight; she’d only been asleep for about an hour. She stood up and opened the door.

“I can’t sleep,” Hina said, “I keep thinking about what happened in the shower.” The Japanese girl was standing at the door in a pink t-shirt with “Sunshine Girl” written on it that barely covered her navel, and gray cotton panties. Amanda’s heart leaped into her throat at the sight of her crush, at her door, vulnerable, looking so incredibly cute. She couldn’t speak. The silence made Hina wonder if she had made a mistake by coming.

“Come in,” She finally managed to choke out, “I couldn’t sleep either. I tried to masturbate, but it didn’t help.” Hina stepped in and Amanda closed the door behind her.

“What is masturbate?”

“It’s sex with yourself. You touch yourself there.” gesturing to Hina’s pussy.

“Yes, in Japanese we say “manzuri.” It means ten thousand rubs. I tried that, too”

“Well, it doesn’t take quite that many for me.”

“I’m sorry I ran away in the shower. I was having so many feelings, I was confused and I got scared,” Hina said apologetically as the two girls sat on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it. I think it’s a natural reaction.” Amanda took Hina’s hand in hers.

“You were going to kiss me, weren’t you?”

“Yes. I wanted to.”

“Amanda, do you like girls?” Hina asked so quietly.

“Yes, I do. How about you?”

“I’ve never been with a girl, but I’ve never been with a boy either.”

“But you must have feelings, inside. What do you feel?”

“I think you are so beautiful and so exciting. You can still kiss me if you want to?”

Amanda quietly whispered “very much” as she moved her mouth towards Hina’s. The smaller girl lifted up her face and closed her eyes as Amanda pressed her lips on hers. All their anxieties melted away. Both girls felt an electrifying thrill pass through each other’s lips into their bodies. They pressed harder as if they were kissing each other with their entire beings. They were instantly intoxicated by their passion for one another. Their arms instinctively wrapped around each other. Their hands began to roam over the other’s body. They were eager to be as they were in the shower, naked, close, lost in each other’s eyes.

Amanda pulled Hina’s t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. They both looked at the topless girl’s breasts.

“They aren’t as big as yours,” Hina said.

“But they look so cute.” Amanda bent forward and took the small nipple in her mouth. It was so much better than her imagination. She squeezed it between her lips and licked the gentle flesh until it glistened with her saliva, then she did the same to her other breast. Amanda’s robe had come open, Hina pushed it off her shoulders and it dropped to the bed. Both girls lay down on the bed facing each other, their legs became intertwined. They spent the next few minutes kissing, touching each other’s chests and stomach, running their hands over their lover’s ass. They reached the point where they both wanted something more, but Amanda felt she needed to be sensitive to Hina’s inexperience. She thought if she went too fast her friend would become uneasy.

“So you’ve never been with anybody before?” Amanda asked.

“Not really. Just in junior high school with my friends, we talk about boys in our class and practice kissing. I had one friend, we touched each others…how do you say this?”

“Pussy.”

“We touch our pussy, and we put our pussy together.” Hina made a gesture with her fingers to show her meaning.

“You rubbed your pussies together? Did you like it?”

“It was nice. Then she got a boyfriend and we didn’t do that anymore.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes, I liked her very much.”

“Would you like to try that with me?”

“Yes.” Hina said so sweetly Amanda had to take her in her arms and hold her to her against her body. Then the girls looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and resumed their petting.

Amanda’s hand slid over Hina’s ass, under her panties and pushed them down to her knees. Hina kicked her panties the rest of the way off. Amanda drew her hand up over Hina’s thigh and hip, around to her stomach and nestled her fingers in Hina’s coarse black pubic hair.

“You’re right, it’s so hard and thick. My fingers could get stuck,” Amanda said.

“I can save you,” Hina put her hand over Amanda’s and pushed it down further until it covered the opening of her vagina. She guided her lover’s hand back and forth. Amanda could feel Hina’s wetness coating her fingers. She pressed Amanda’s finger against the opening of her pussy and it slipped inside her. Amanda thought her pussy was very small and wondered if two fingers would even fit inside. Hina gasped with pleasure and began grinding her hips against Amanda’s hand. She wanted to return the same pleasure to her friend.

“You are so good at that,” Hina said, “Can I try doing it to you?”

“Yes please.”

“I might not be very good.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to love it.” Without taking her finger out of Hina she lifted her thigh to give Hina easy access to her pussy. Hina looked at the shaved pussy and gently placed her hand flat on her vulva. The girls kissed. Hina gently rubbed her friend until she felt her fingers sliding between the folds of Amanda’s labia.

“How am I doing?” Hina asked. The girl giggled at each other.

“That feels fantastic,” she said, “put your fingers inside me.” Hina slid two fingers down across Amanda’s clitoris and urethra into the opening. She felt the slippery warm wetness coating her fingers. She rubbed her fingers all around the inside of her pussy, reaching into the folds, outlining the contours of all the deep places. Amanda’s finger reached the end of Hina’s small vagina and she traced her finger around her cervix. She pushed on the opening of her friend’s womb, forcing it up into her stomach and wiggled her fingers. The sensation drove Hina crazy with pleasure, she began moaning, “Iku, iku, iku.” Hina’s body tensed and started shaking; she had never felt a thrilling ecstasy like this before. She pressed her body hard against Amada, trapping their hands between them. Amanda felt her orgasm build and shatter along with Hina’s, their moans of pleasure in unison. As the waves of pleasure died down they both rolled onto their back, slow and languid. They giggled and gently caressed each other.

“That was so wonderful,” Hina said, “nobody touched me like that before. You are amazing.”

“Thank you,” Amanda said, “you are amazing, too. What is “iku?” Hina laughed in embarrassment.

“Oh, Japanese people say “iku” when they go…” Hina took Amanda’s fingers and squeezed them rhythmically. “How do you say?”

“Orgasm. Come. We say I’m coming,” she explained.

“In Japanese “iku” means “go,” I’m going,” she said, “Did you coming?”

“Yes, I came very big.”

“Me, too. I came the biggest in my life. I want to come like that every day.” The girls sank back into the mattress and stared at the ceiling holding hands.

“Do you like playing softball?”

“I guess so, but it’s a lot more hard work than in high school. People are more serious about winning at the university level.”

“Do you have friends on your team?”

“Sure, we are teammates. We fight for each other.”

“In Japan, we have an image of softball girls.”

“What’s that?”

“They like girls.”

“Yeah, I guess so. We have that image too, but it’s not so true.”

“How about your team? Do they know you like girls?”

“I don’t really know who likes what, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Can I watch you play sometime?”

“Yes, I would like that. We have home games against Nebraska next week.”

“Amanda, would you make me come again.”

“I would like that very much.”

Amanda rolled over on top of Hina, resting on her elbows so as not to crush the smaller girl. Hina spread her legs and Amanda’s hips nestled between her thighs. Amanda’s breasts hung down and their nipples pressed together. The girls explored each other’s mouths with their lips and tongues. Hina put her hands on Amanda’s ass and pulled it tight into her body. She tried to rub her vulva against her partner’s.

“Your hair is tickling my pussy,” Amanda said.

“Sorry. I want to cut it off.”

“It’s ok. It feels nice.”

“I want to put our pussy together.”

“Good idea.” Amanda sat back and put her legs forward. She put her left leg over Hina’s right, and the right one under Hina’s left leg. They scooted forwards until their pussies touched. They lifted their asses to get more pressure against each other.

“I love this,” Hina said, “It’s much better than with my friend.”

Amanda put her hands under Hina’s ass and raised her up so their clitorises were rubbing against each other. Hina put her hands on Amanda’s shoulders and grinded her pussy against her lovers. The girls began to breathe heavily as their pleasure grew, and exchanged kisses frequently. It was a difficult position to maintain, but the ecstasy was intense. The lubricant from the two girls pussies mixed together to cover their vulvas in slippery wetness. Their tender skin slid across each other effortlessly.

“I’m going to come,” Amanda announced, “this feels so good.”

“I want to come with you. Hold me tight.” Amanda wrapped her arms around Hina and held her to her chest. Both girls began gasping and moaning as floods of pleasure washed over their bodies. Hina threw her head back, her mouth gapping at the ceiling. Amanda leaned forward and kissed her neck hard as they both shared the same orgasm. Having exhausted their spasms they lay back on the bed completely spent. Amanda broke the long silence.

“That was the most wonderful experience of my life,” she said. She pulled the blanket up over herself and her lover and they both fell asleep exchanging kisses just before the late spring sky began to turn light.

End of Part 1

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