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The naughty futa-mommy has one hot cutie to search!

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Seven: Futa-Mommy Searches the Cutie

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I savored my futa-daughter, Sky, sucking my clit-dick as I drove us to school. I worked as a secretary at her community college. She bobbed her head, loving my mommy-cock with that hungry mouth of hers. I gripped the steering wheel, struggling to focus on driving.

“Wow, Mrs. Marlow, your daughter is being naughty,” Georgia said from the backseat.

The reverend’s daughter had lost her virginity yesterday. I had used her to keep Sky from seducing the reverend’s wife, Georgia’s mother, and ruining the Matthews’ marriage. Georgia’s virginity was a small sacrifice to keep Sky from breaking apart happy couples.

Besides, Sky and Georgia were so cute together. If they got married, they would be adorable. I didn’t know if futas could have children, but Sky and Georgia would have such cute children if they could.

Probably all daughters.

Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter’s sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick.

Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl.

“Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That’s so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You’re going to make mommy cum.”

“She better before we get to classes,” Natalie said. She was Sky’s equally as wild friend. The two nineteen-year-old girls had me frustrated to no end, but now Natalie was my good slut. I had tamed her with my mommy-cock.

“Yes, she should,” I purred. Natalie was basically my sex slave. Which was so hot.

I had changed so much since yesterday. Futa-cocks were a big game-changer. I loved them. I wanted to fuck young girls, especially my daughter. She had seduced me into incest, and it was just the hottest thing in the world.

I slowed at the stoplight, cars around me. None of them knew I had a girl-dick let alone that my daughter was sucking it. My toes curled in my shoes at Sky’s wonderful suction. She made my dick feel amazing. I smiled, savoring that wonderful pressure building and building. I would have such a huge explosion of cum.

My futa-seed would fire out of my dick into her mouth. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to feel. Her lips moved up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, her blonde hair sliding over my lap.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned, accelerating through the intersection. “Just nurse on my girl-dick. Oh, you’re such a good girl.”

She sucked hard. My pussy clenched. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I slowed again, the school in sight. My pussy clenched.

“Hurry, Sky!” I moaned, growing antsy at the light.

My daughter shoved her hand between my thighs. Cross-traffic flowed before me while her fingers found my pussy lips. She thrust her digits into my cunt. My eyes widened at the feel of her fingers sliding into my hot depths.

She curled them inside of me. She stroked them along the top of my pussy wall. It added this wonderful delight that swelled the pressure at the pinnacle of my dick. She nursed hard on me, her tongue swabbing around my spongy crown.

“It’s turning,” I groaned, watching cross-traffic slowing. Their light turned red. “Hurry, Sky!”

The light turned green. I had to go.

Her fingers stroked along my pussy. I pulled into the turn lane, oncoming traffic blocking me from making the left. Which gave Sky a few more precious seconds to find some way to make me cum before I had to turn into the parking lot.

Then the car ahead slowed to let me go. I groaned and turned in. I pulled into the parking lot just as Sky touched this special spot in my pussy. My eyes bulged. I bucked in my seat as my orgasm detonated inside of me.

“Oh, my Lord, yes!” I howled, trembling.

My futa-cum fired into my daughter’s mouth. My pussy went wild around her fingers stroking that delicious spot. Ecstasy flooded from my cunt and rapture burst from my mommy-dick. Stars exploded across the world.

I gasped and moaned, my car stopped. Students and faculty were moving around me. I shuddered while dumping load after load of my cum down Sky’s mouth. She gulped it down with hunger, swallowing with noisy passion.

“Wow,” Georgia said in awe.

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, my orgasm still bursting through me.

Sky swallowed more and more of my cum. The pleasure rushing out of my pussy was so intense. So much more powerful than I was used to. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy blazed across my mind. It was outstanding. Incredible.

I hit the peak and then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth.

“Sky, Sky,” I moaned. “What… That… Oh, my gosh, what was that?”

“What did she do to you, Mrs. Marlow?” Georgia asked.

“She… she…” I trembled through the ecstasy. “She touched this spot in me.”

“Oh, your G-spot!” Natalie said. “Ooh, I bet that made cumming as a futa intense, huh, Mrs. Marlow.”

“Yes,” I panted. “That was—”

HONK!

I jumped and then realized I had stopped. I turned down a side lane and found a place to park as Sky slid her lips off my mommy cock. She smacked them, some cum and drool on her mouth. She stretched her arms as I pulled into a space and put the car in park.

“Yum,” my green-eyed daughter said.

“You have something on your chin, honey,” I said.

Instead of getting out a wet wipe from my purse, I leaned in and licked up the jizz from her lips. I kissed my daughter right here in the parking lot. She moaned and kissed me back. It was so hot, our tongues dancing, the salty flavor of my cum seasoning our incestuous passion.

Sky broke the kiss and purred, “Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”

She opened her door. I smiled. This was so wonderful. I was so glad that we were so close now. I had won thanks to this futa-dick. Now, I had to start my day and find her more virgins to deflower. I hummed, thinking about how I would figure out which girls still had a cherry.

Some hands-on research?

I smiled. And if they didn’t have hymens, well, I could just slide right on into their pussies and give them a reward for being such good girls and letting me examine them. Now, I just had to figure out the pretext to do it.

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Sky Marlow

I walked into the school building with Natalie at my side. We had mostly the same schedule. Usually, so we could just hang out in the back and pretend to care while really gossiping and texting. She hooked her arm with mine and leaned in close.

“God, I am so horny,” she said. “We should fuck in the bathroom.”

“Maybe,” I said, my eyes sliding over the halls.

A group of boys from the basketball team, all tall and handsome, glanced at us. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need boys, or men, any longer. I needed girls. Women. MILFs. I needed some hot, older, married woman to fuck. To satisfy.

Enjoying Mrs. Spencer last night had been hot. And Mom had no idea I snuck out of the house to fuck the new mommy across the street.

I had to get more of that MILF poon.

“Look at her,” groaned Natalie. “With your cock, you could bag Velvet. Hottest fucking girl in school.”

Velvet was leaning against the locker. The busty, bleached-blonde cheerleader leaned against the locker while one of the football players chatted her up. She wore a pair of low-riding skinny jeans, her red thong flashing. A tight crop top hugged her big and bountiful tits.

“I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around.

I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn’t hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick.

“Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes’s ass?” asked Natalie.

My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn’t trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom’s sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious.

“No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I’m looking at Aoi.”

“Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.”

The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose, white blouse and a schoolgirl tartan skirt that went well past her knees. If her skirt was half as short, it would be sexy. It was just… boring with that length. What a pity. She could be hot if she tried.

“She’s probably a virgin,” I said.

I swallowed. Did Natalie buy it? It was so wrong that I had to hide my desires from my bestest best friend in the world. Natalie should be my confidant in seducing sexy MILFs, but my mother had corrupted her.

You can’t trust any girl that’s ridden your mother’s cock, I thought. No, that was Spice. She would sometimes whisper to me and it just sounded like my own voice. No wonder crazy people were crazy. They probably had demons whispering to them and they thought it was their own mind speaking. She’s got an angel-dick now.

I know, I thought back.

“That is a hot idea,” said Natalie. She whipped out her phone and snapped a pick of Aoi drinking. “She’s like Georgia. Who is awesome. You should total start dating her.”

“Dating?” I asked. “Did you just use the ‘D’ word.”

“I know,” Natalie said, her phone clicking as she took the photo. Then she started typing on it. “What can I say, your mother’s both a wholesome and corrupting influence on me.”

“Yeah,” I said, studying her. Maybe I should fuck Natalie’s mother? Michelle Tailor, Natalie’s mom, was one hot piece of ass. “That’s good, though. Send that pic to my mom. If Aoi’s got a cherry, I’m sure Mom will want to arrange a tryst.”

Natalie giggled. “Just let me lick out the cum this time. That would be hot to drink your cum out of a virgin’s pussy.”

“Yeah, it would be,” I said. I mean, I wouldn’t say no to popping another cherry. It was hot.

Careful, warned Spice. That’s what your mom and her annoying angel want you to think. Go for that Mrs. Reyes. God, she’s a hot piece of ass. And Natalie’s Mom, too. And most of all, the MILF who got away.

Mrs. Mathews!

Was that last one me, Spice, or both of us together. I let out a throaty groan either way, wanting to slide my cock into the reverend’s wife. I would make Mrs. Matthews into my whore. My mother wouldn’t stop me this time.

“God, I am so wet,” Natalie said. “Want to fuck in the restroom?”

I glanced at her and groaned, “Yes!”

I realized I hadn’t gotten my dick into my bestest best friend. Mom had hogged her last night, wanting me to “bond” with Georgia and fall in love and all that garbage. Love was a lie. My dad promised to love my mom forever, and he dumped her for being a frigid bitch.

Fucking was so much better.

Yep! Spice agreed. I caught her grinning face in a mirror on the inside of a girl’s locker. Just for a moment, but she looked happy.

Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest girl’s restroom. We pushed through the crowd and broke through into the serpentine hallway that led inside. You couldn’t see in and you couldn’t see out, but there was no unsanitary door to open after washing your hands.

“Oh, my god, we’re going to get wild,” moaned Natalie as we were inside the restroom. It was quieter in here.

A girl checking her makeup glanced at us. She frowned.

“Don’t mind us,” I said as we headed to the last stall, “just going to fuck my bestest friend. She loves my big dick.”

“What, did you dykes bring a dildo to school.”

“A big and fleshy clit-dick!” said Natalie.

Giggling, we slid into the restroom stall. It felt like old times, the two of us up to no good at school. I pinned her against the stall door and kissed her with hunger. My lips melted into my bestest friend’s. She was amazing. I loved fucking around with her.

Having a friend that you fooled around with was the greatest.

My clit blossomed into my dick as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, drawing up my skirt. I was fumbling to yank down her skinny jeans off her hips. The stall door rattled as we made out with hunger.

The girl doing her makeup muttered, “Fucking dykes.”

My cunt clenched. I loved that she knew. It made this so much hotter. My tongue danced with my bestest friend’s. Natalie grabbed my naked ass now while my dick grew into her belly, sliding up against her top. I throbbed, at full girth, my shaved cunt dripping with excitement. The juices ran down my thighs.

Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn’t want to stop kissing her.

She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.”

“Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!”

“God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips.

My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips.

She shoved me right to her hole. I grinned and pushed into my bestest friend slowly. Her face quivered right before me. She whimpered and groaned, her expressions scrunching up. It was so hot to witness. I loved the sight of her looking like that. It made my dick throb and ache as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god,” she groaned. “Your cock is as big as your mother’s.”

“Mmm,” I purred, “and does that make you hot to have fucked my mother and now me.”

Her pussy clenched down on my cock. “What do you think?”

I kissed my bestest friend, groaning into her as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt gripped my futa-dick. I throbbed in the heave on her twat. Then I pulled back. She gripped my dick with her hot snatch. The pleasure rushed down through me.

It was intense. Delicious. The best thing to feel in the world. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered as her pussy sucked at me. Inch after inch of my dick slid out of her cunt. It was amazing to enjoy.

I thrust back into her. I slammed to the hilt in my bestest friend’s cunt. I groaned into her lips as her pussy welcomed me in. Her left leg held me tight. My nipples throbbed as I rubbed my clothed tits against her big boobs. I hated that our tops separated our breasts.

The door rattled as I thrust into her.

She moaned.

I whimpered.

It was heaven to be in her cunt. Her pussy massaged me with every one of my strokes into her. I groaned as I buried into her. I loved it. This was the life. This was rapture. Ecstasy. I shuddered, pumping away at her cunt. I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her again and again. I filled her twat up.

It was intense. Delicious. I loved it. I savored every second of burying into her. Her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed with such rapture on my dick. My pussy drank in the pleasure that flowed down my cock as I fucked my bestest friend.

I broke the kiss. “God, Natalie!”

“I know!” she moaned, her arms hugging me tight. Her brown eyes filled up my vision. “Ooh, that’s good. Just ram that dick into me.”

“Yes!”

My pussy clenched, the heat swelling inside of me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I buried into her hard and fast, the pressure swelling inside of me. I would have a mighty cum in my friend’s twat. Just pump all that jizz into her.

Just a big explosion of cum that would flood into her. it would be outstanding. I groaned, burying into her cunt. I slammed in hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. My face contorted with this wonderful bliss. It would erupt from me.

I slammed into her cunt. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight. I groaned, loving every thrust into her. every last plunge into her snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the heat, feeding my impending orgasm.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Natalie!”

“Cum in me!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped, slamming hard into her.

I kissed my bestest friend and buried to the hilt in her cunt. I erupted.

My cum fired into her depths. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She kissed me back, hugging me so tight as I pumped load after load of cum into her spasming twat. The pleasure slammed into my mind while the bliss rippled out of my convulsing snatch.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so good,” Natalie moaned. “Sky!”

I basted my bestest friend’s pussy with every drop of spunk in my ovaries. I unloaded in her, our bodies trembling together. Her big boobs rubbed into my little tits through our blouses. Her twat rippled around my clit-dick, sucking me dry.

I groaned as I spilled that last bit of delight into her pussy. I stared into her eyes and then I realized I could never trust her with my MILF plans. She was my mother’s. This pain flared in my heart. How could Natalie be my bestest best friend if she would betray me?

I pulled out of her and turned around, panting.

“Mmm, that was good,” Natalie moaned.

“Yeah,” I panted, my dick throbbing and twitching. I let it shrink back into a clit. “We should get to class.”

“Yeah, yeah, your Mom would be mad if we were tardy.”

I closed my eyes. The old Natalie never would have given a flying fuck if we were late to a class. I drew in deep breaths. My resolve to fuck every married MILF I could rose in me. My futa-mother had to pay.

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Madeline MarlowK/strong>

“Virgin alert!” Natalie’s text read.

With it was a picture of eighteen-year-old Aoi Suzihara. I stared at the pic of the slender, Japanese girl bent over the drinking fountain. I squirmed as I sat at the secretary’s desk at the school’s admin office. The line rang.

I picked up the phone and tucked it into my corner. “Washington Community College, how can I help you?”

The person on the other end needed the extension to the guidance counselor. I put her threw by rote, my eyes never leaving the picture of Aoi. She was gorgeous. Perfect. The next virgin I had to enjoy.

But how?

I did have certain powers as the secretary. I could summon any student to the office, ostensibly to speak with the president, dean of students, a guidance counselor, or any other member of the administration faculty. But then where could I take the girl. I would need an office, perhaps. My own was out in public. However, I could leave my desk, setting up the automated phone service where people could navigate the menu to find who they needed.

My clit throbbed. Office… office…

There was the Title IX office that was used during investigations. That was empty right now. I smiled and then typed away at my computer. It didn’t take me long to figure out where I could find Aoi. She was in her first-period class. I looked up her teacher’s cell phone on the school network and then sent him a text message.

“Please send Aoi to the office right away,” it read. All the faculty had a special app on their phone for communications. It would beep. He would probably grumble at the interruption, but it wouldn’t be long before Aoi appeared.

My pussy clenched. It was so hard not to let my clit grow into a big futa-dick. My lusts swelled in me. This heady rush of excitement that would have me sliding my mommy-dick into Aoi soon. Well, not her mouth.

But a girl had two other holes I could enjoy.

I hummed to myself while Grace appeared in the glare on my computer screen. The motherly angel looked worried. She squirmed there, her brow contorted. I gave her a reassuring smile. Aoi is going to lose her virginity to some pimply-face boy one day. At least with Sky, she’ll have a good time.

Okay, Madeline, the angel thought back. I trust you.

Then stop having any doubts. My ears pricked up. I heard approaching footsteps. I think that’s her. Ooh, wish me good luck in seducing her.

Grace bit her lip then the door to the office opened before the angel said anything.

To my utter delight, Aoi walked in. The slender, Japanese girl had a nervous look on her face. She pushed up her glasses, wearing the crisp, white blouse and her long, tartan skirt. She licked her lips nervously.

“M-Mr. Claes told me to come to the school office,” she said, her voice a soft whimper.

“Relax, relax,” I told her. “It’ll be all right. I’m Mrs. Marlow. Just come with me, and we’ll get this all straightened out.”

“Okay,” she said.

I moved away from my desk and opened the door that led into the back. As I did, I held out my left hand to her. She took it, her palm damp with her nervousness. I gave her a reassuring squeeze and a motherly smile.

“Do you know my daughter, Sky?” I asked her as we headed back.

“A little,” she said. “We don’t… move in the same circles.”

“Mmm, you’re probably better friends with Georgia Matthews?”

“I guess,” Aoi said, her head downcast. “What is going on?”

“Well, we had a tip that you had something inappropriate on you,” I told her. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to search you.”

“What?” she gasped. “I would never.”

“I know,” I said as we reached the door for the Title IX conference room. I opened the door and pulled her in. It was a simple room with a large table in the center. I led her to the table and then studied her. “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, but… I am going to have to strip you naked.”

“Naked?” she asked.

I nodded solemnly. “I know. It’s scary. Tell you what, let me strip naked first that way we both can be embarrassed.”

“But…” she said. “Is that… I mean…”

I put a finger to her lips, hushing her. “Aoi, you’re in good hands. I would never hurt you. Okay? I’m a mother. I’ll treat you like I would if you were my own daughter.” My cunt clenched. I was so eager to treat her the way I would Sky. “So relax.”

She swallowed.

I began unbuttoning my flowery blouse. I worked them slowly, popping the buttons through. She squirmed, her eyes flicking to the growing expanse of cleavage as I exposed more and more of my large breasts. She bit her lower lip, fidgeting in place.

I slid my blouse off, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. It had underwire support and study straps to cradle to my breasts. I reached behind me to find the breast band and unfastened them. Then I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and worked them down my body. My breasts came out, swaying back and forth.

“See,” I told her. “Nothing to be afraid of. I’m getting naked, too. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered and swallowed. “You’re so…”

“I know,” I said. “When you have a child, your breasts swell up. Don’t pass that along. I would hate for there to be a rash of pregnancies.”

Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t…”

“Because you’re a good girl who always uses protection or…” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin.”

She squirmed more.

“That’s okay,” I told her as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down my legs. My blonde bush came into view, dripping with my cream. My tangy musk filled the air. “There’s nothing wrong in saving your virginity for the right girl.”

“You’re not wearing panties,” Aoi said.

“I have a… condition,” I said. “I’m a futa. Futanari, I guess. You see, sometimes my clit gets excited and…” I shuddered. “Oh, dear.”

My clit swelled out of the folds of my pussy and thrust out through my golden bush. Aoi gasped and took a step back. She clapped hands over her mouth as her eyes widened behind her glasses. My heart beat fast, my clit growing in spurting pulses, matching the rhythm of my heart.

“See, it becomes a cock,” I said. “Futanari syndrome.” That sounded… plausible to me. “I’m so sorry. I really, really can’t control when it grows. But, as you can see, it’s too big to fit in a pair of panties. I just have to wear skirts and try to hide it. I’m so, so sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s… it’s okay, Mrs. Marlow,” she said, her cheeks darkening. Her breath quickened.

“Well, now to strip-search you.” I reached out for her. “And, again, I’m so sorry to have to do this to you. It’s just the school policy. We have to investigate every allegation no matter how flimsy they are.”

Aoi absently nodded, her glasses slipping down her nose. She had her gaze locked on my futa-cock.

I smiled and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. I exposed more of the pale-olive skin. Her collarbone then her breast bone leading down to the soft swell of her breasts. She had a white-and-teal striped bra on that cradled breasts that, to my surprise, looked to be C cups. Maybe even D cups. She wore the blouse so baggy, I thought her to have tits like Sky.

Those looked so delicious. I licked my lips as I exposed her stomach and her cute navel. She didn’t fight me as I pulled off her blouse. Her top slid down her arms. She shuddered, her breath rising and falling.

Her eyes remained locked on my girl-dick.

I went for her skirt next, my big boobs and mommy-dick swaying before me. I slid my hands down her naked sides to the waistband. It was elastic, so I just tugged on it, working her skirt down her body. It slid over her rump and then fell down her thighs.

“Ooh, matching panties,” I said. “So cute.”

She blinked… “I’m sorry, what, Mrs. Marlow?”

I ran my hand along the waistband of her white-and-teal-stripped panties. “I was just admiring how your bra and panties make such a cute set.”

She squirmed, her right hand rubbing at her left arm beneath her elbow. She was so adorable. I grinned at her and then I carefully adjusted her glasses on her face. That lifted her gaze up to my eyes, her lips so kissable.

“Just your bra and panties, then we can be sure you don’t have anything on you. Though…” I smiled. “You might have it in your pussy.”

“But I’m a virgin!” she gasped.

“With an intact cherry?” I asked, my dick throbbing.

She blushed and nodded.

She was perfect. I slid my hands down from her glasses to her shoulders then down her back. I walked them across her shoulder blades, my futa-cock throbbing and aching with every beat of my heart. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I had to fuck this girl so badly.

But I couldn’t take her cherry. Sacrifices… A mother had to make sacrifices for her futa-daughter’s happiness.

I found the girl’s bra band and the clasp. With a quick twist, it came undone. Then I pulled it off her shoulders. She quivered there as it came free. I loved the way her arms pressed together to let me pull it off of her. This was such a delight.

Her titties came into view. They were round and perky, her nipples a dark shade of brown. I cupped her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes widened as my fingers massaged at her skin. She shuddered.

“M-Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned.

“Just making sure you’re not hiding anything,” I purred.

“How?”

I winked at her.

I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel.

She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi’s underwear.

“Just relax,” I said. “The search is nearly complete. You’ll be fine. This is just a precaution.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling. They had a lovely jiggle to them.

I peeled down her panties, her thick, black bush coming into view. It was wild tangle, the midnight hairs so much darker than her pale-olive skin. A tart musk filled my nose. She had such a yummy smelling pussy. I loved it. My mouth watered. A hunger grew in me.

This wild need to just feast on her seized me.

I held off, rolling her panties down her thighs. Her knees pressed close together while my eyes stared at her black tangle of curls. She had so much pubic hair, I couldn’t peer through. It was exciting to witness. It made my cunt clench.

She was an amazing and lovely girl. I salivated. I knew I would enjoy every moment of eating her out. She quivered there as I brought the panties to her black shoes and ankle socks. She daintily stepped out of them, her tart scent filling my nose.

“Now,” I said, pressing her knees apart. She shifted her feet while I leaned in. “I just have to search your pussy. Make sure you’re telling the truth about being a virgin.”

“I am,” she protested.

I winked at her. “I know, I know, but I have to check.”

I licked my lips and then I pressed my face into her bush. I felt her silky curls rub over my lips and cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled in until I kissed at her twat directly. She gasped, her round boobs jiggling. My tongue slid out through her folds and stroked across…

Hymen.

“Mmm, you do have a cherry cunt,” I purred and slid my hands around to grab her rump. I squeezed her asscheeks and licked again.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned.

“Mmm, you’ve been such a good sport. Let me give you a reward. You deserve this delight.”

I licked her virgin pussy again. She gasped, her face twisting. This excitement surged through me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy clenched, the juices running down my thighs. Such wicked and wanton delight rippled through me.

Her ticklish bush rubbed at my face. It felt so wonderful on my cheeks. I loved it. I savored it. Her tart juices coated my tongue. She whimpered and moaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my digits. I kneaded her rump, savoring every moment of this.

My tongue thrust into her twat. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of caressing her. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her hands rubbed at her tummy.

“M-Mrs. Marlow. This… I… You shouldn’t be doing this. I’m a student. You’re on the staff. It’s against the rules!”

“I don’t care,” I moaned, reveling in her barely legal twat. “I don’t care about legality one whit.”

I fluttered my tongue against her twat. I licked and lapped at her. I caressed her folds over and over again. I savored the taste of her. The flavor of her twat. I fluttered my tongue against her hymen, loving her juices running over my chin.

I flicked up to her clit. She gasped. Her body bucked. That was such a delicious treat watching her round tits jiggle. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving every moment of it. Every last second of it. My pussy clenched, the heat rising inside of me.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she groaned as I nursed on her clit. Her fingers twitched. Then she shot her hands down and grabbed my hair. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow, that’s… This… Oh, yes, yes!”

I loved her surrender to the pleasure. She gripped my blonde locks as my soft lips nibbled on her clit. I teased her little bud, giving the virgin so much delight. My futa-cock throbbed before me. My boobs jiggled as more of her cream ran down my chin.

This was so exciting. Aoi’s gasps echoed through the room. Her cute moans reverberated around me. She gasped and shuddered, her titties jiggling. Those firm titties were such a delight for me to enjoy.

Thank you for giving me this futa-cock, Grace, I moaned. I was such a prude. I was missing out on so much.

I didn’t give it to you so you could be depraved! the angel gasped.

I’m not depraved. I’m doing this to control Sky. You know that. I’m plunging into sin. A sacrifice for my daughter. If I wasn’t, I would have my dick in Aoi’s virgin twat right now.

Okay, the angel said. It is fun, I suppose. I mean, I’ve only been with Spice, but it must be nice to have others.

Only Spice?

Well, yes, angels are monogamous. I was supposed to control her with love and sex, but she got out.

We’ll get her back to you, I promised and sucked hard on Aoi’s clit.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned. “Something… There’s something building in me.”

“Mmm, that’s your orgasm.”

“Orgasm?” She sounded shocked. “But it feels…. feels like I’m going to drown. It’s scary.”

“I know.” I nibbled on her bud. “But it’s exhilarating. The best rush in the world. Don’t be afraid.” I gripped her ass. “I’m here to catch you, okay?”

“Okay.”

I sucked again on her. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She squirmed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hot cunt on my face. Her juices grew hotter. The tart flavor more intense. I savored it. She was about to erupt. To flood me with her cream.

I smiled, eager for that moment to happen.

She groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. Then she threw back her head and cried out in wordless delight. Her juices gushed out into my mouth. I drank them down. I gulped down all that wonderful cream.

It was such a delight.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed.

My pussy clenched. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My heart pounded in my chest as I drank down all her pussy juices. Aoi’s passion tasted so delicious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring every drop that flowed out of her, more spilling over my chin and down my throat.

“Oh, wow,” she gasped. “This… This… Oh, wow!”

The flow of her cream slowed and then stopped. I licked at my lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy cream. This wicked shiver ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to slide into her asshole now. I had to fuck the virgin’s tight bowels.

I knew they would be amazing.

“Okay,” I told her, rising, “the search of your pussy is complete, but there’s one more place to look.”

“There is?” the girl mewled, her voice sluggish. “Where, Mrs. Marlow? Didn’t you get everywhere?”

“Not your asshole,” I said.

She gasped, “What?”

“Luckily, I have my big mommy-cock to do it with,” I said, slapping my huge cock down on her crack. Her butt-cheeks felt so wonderful against my throbbing flesh. She gasped and threw a look over her shoulder at me.

“But M-Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. “That’s… I mean, you can’t… That’s my…”

“Shh,” I told her, stroking her back. “I told you, Aoi, I will never hurt you. Just like I won’t ever hurt my daughter. Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Good.” I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. “Just relax. I promise you that anal sex with a futa-dick feels amazing. Okay. My daughter has fucked me in the ass, and I loved it.”

“Your daughter?”

“She’s a futa, too.” I slid my cock lower, the delicious flesh squeezing about the crown of my dick. Then I found her puckered asshole. “There we are. Now just relax. I’m going to go slow, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Marlow.”

I pushed forward on Aoi’s asshole, my dick aching. Her tight anal ring slowly parted for my crown. My futa-cock leaked all that precum to lube the way. She groaned and squirmed, her butt-cheeks clenching as her asshole widened more and more.

It felt incredible. I felt the ring slowly sliding over the crown of my cock, stretching open to take more and more of it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. Then a low, throaty groan rose from her, sounding tense.

“It’s okay,” I purred, my hands stroking her sides. “Relax, Aoi. You’ll love this.”

“Yes, Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped.

My cock popped into her asshole.

I shuddered at the velvety delight of her hot asshole sliding around the tip of my cock. I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pussy clenched as I savored the wonderful delight of her hot flesh.

The bliss melted up my mommy-cock to my pussy. The pleasure was exquisite. I smiled, savoring the delight. My pussy clenched as I went deeper and deeper into her hole. It was amazing. I sighed, loving every second of entering her bowels. This was incredible. A true treat to enjoy.

“Oh, Aoi,” I groaned.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she gasped in surprise delight as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her asshole squeezed around my girth. “It does feel good.”

“Told you,” I cooed and drew back.

She whimpered and squirmed, her bowels squeezing about my mommy-cock. That felt amazing to me. I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt into her asshole. She groaned and squeezed about me.

Her wonderful flesh held me tight as I thrust away. I fucked the girl hard and fast, my crotch smacking into her cute rump. Her whimpers and my moans echoed through the room. My tits heaved before me.

“Oh, Aoi, yes!” I gasped. “Your asshole feels amazing. There’s nothing bad in here.”

“Nothing!” she agreed. “This is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. Yes, yes, this is wonderful!”

Her young bowels gripped me. Every plunge into her warmed up my pussy. My ovaries drank in the bliss, my load of futa-cum readying to fire into her asshole. I would flood her with all that jizz. I would baste her with every bit of spunk I had.

I shuddered. My pussy clenching. Juices soaked my bush as my excitement swelled and swelled. Her velvety bowels built the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have such a mighty eruption of cum in her depths.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow. That’s so good. That’s amazing. I love this. I love this so much.”

“So do I!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so do I!”

I plunged into her bowels with such powerful strokes. I was getting closer and closer to flooding this cute girl with my futa-cum. My ovaries brimmed with all the jizz I would fire into her. I buried into her asshole, her flesh clenching about me as I pulled back.

She squealed in delight.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped as I plunged into her bowels. “I’m cumming again!”

Her hot asshole convulsed around my dick. The virgin bucked on the table. Her bowels rippled about me, sucking at my cock. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of her wicked flesh massaging me.

I drew back as she gasped and whimpered. Her flesh swelled that aching tip at the pinnacle of my girl-dick. I groaned and then thrust forward again. I buried into her convulsing depths, loving the way her flesh massaged around my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, Aoi!” I gasped. “This is amazing. I’m going to… to… Cum!”

My futa-jizz fired into her bowels. I pumped load after load of my futa-cum into her bowels I basted her with all the spunk that was brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was awesome to unleash all this spunk into her asshole.

“Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “You’re filling up my butt. Ooh, this is so wicked! Yes!”

“It is!” I moaned.

My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the ecstasy firing out of my dick. The dual delights carried me higher and higher. My big boobs heaved before me as I basted the girl’s tight asshole. Her flesh rippled around me.

She milked out the last of my cum.

I panted after firing that final spurt of jizz into her. My breasts rose and fell. I groaned, my body buzzing from all the delight that I pumped into her bowels. She whimpered, her flesh’s spasming slowing and then stopping.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she mewled.

“Mmm, I need to take a picture of this,” I purred. This was the perfect temptation to keep my futa-daughter from straying.

Sky would continue to be my good girl thanks to Aoi and all the other virgins I would find.

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Sky Marlow

I was sitting bored in the back of my first class, just waiting for next period when I would have Mrs. Reyes to lust after. To figure out how to seduce. My clit throbbed as the fantasies of enjoying that Latina MILF danced through my head.

My phone chirped. I had it set with that high-pitched tone adults couldn’t hear. It was a screech verging on inaudible to me. I pulled it out and swiped the screen without looking down at it. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tate’s lecture. I was skilled at sneaking out my phone in class.

A text from Mom.

I opened it and the picture dragged my eyes down. There was Aoi Suzihara bent over a desk naked, her fingers pulling apart her butt-cheeks to show her asshole bubbling with cum. Jizz ran down to her black bush where my mother’s fingers held the girl’s pussy open.

Revealing a hymen.

“I have just what you need for lunch,” the text read. “Love, Mom.”

“Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. Really? Already. I had to play this out carefully. I had hoped to use lunch to enjoy Mrs. Reyes.

How could I fuck a MILF and get away with it?

To be continued…

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Principal Turner deals with the aftermath of her lesbian encounter with a dominating former student and new employee.

Maggie pulled into the drive about 8:45 still stunned by the encounter with Taisha. It was like a dream. A really bad dream, but one she could not help wanting to repeat. Taisha had melted away all her inhibitions without her even realizing it. Maggie would have fired anyone of her staff instantly for far less inappropriate behavior than she just exhibited.

How could she face Taisha again? She would have to. Taisha had made it clear that she intended to do it again next week. Maggie had to put a stop to that way of thinking. She thought about going around back to the RV and talking to her now. However, with Sam at home, now was not the time. She had cleaned herself up in the restroom at school, but she could feel her panties getting stiff from her dried cum.

How could she face Sam without him knowing something was wrong? Also, in her paranoia, she thought she could smell Taisha’s perfume on herself. She was afraid Sam would detect it. Her plan was to move as quickly as possible to the shower and get cleaned up. Then she would greet Sam.

When she entered, Sam was watching television. Maggie yelled, “Hey Honey, I am whipped. I’m gonna take a quick shower, be down in few.”

“Ok, love ya,” replied Sam.

“Love you too.”

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as she made it to the top of the steps. She quickly slid out of her clothes and put them in the laundry basket. When she saw the dried cum stains on her panties, she closed her eyes and flashed back to the events in her office. She hadn’t felt anything quite like it before. As if every cell in her body was on overload leaving her paralyzed with pleasure.

Her mind reeling, she walked over to the window, and cracked the blinds, looking out at the RV. She thought she saw shadows moving. Her heart raced, but she could not see into the RV. Just as she thought about how to handle her situation with Taisha, she saw a shadow in the window.

Taisha had just finished Taco Bell for dinner and was looking forward to a shower after her encounter with Principal Turner. At least a hundred times Taisha had masturbated thinking of her. But, after all those fantasies, the reality of just one finger making Principal Turner cum with a shuttering orgasm was so much more powerful.

As she looked around the RV, she was awash in guilt. Principal Turner and her husband got her a job, were kind enough to let her live in their RV until she got settled. She repaid the kindness by seducing Ms. Turner in her office at work!

She recalled how Ms. Turner felt in her arms, and how powerfully aroused she felt pleasuring her. Principal Maggie Turner had been her fantasy for so long… Besides, if she read Sam right, he was a handsy, womanizing letch. Maggie even acknowledged his wandering eye.

Taisha just wanted to take a shower and get out of her cum stained panties. She went to close the blinds, fearing Sam might be slinking about trying to sneak a peek. But she turned the rod the wrong way, causing the blinds to rotate upward. That gave her a view of Ms. Turner’s bedroom window. She did a double take and smiled when she realized she was not hallucinating Ms. Turner was standing naked at the window.

At that moment, Maggie saw the blinds shift upward, allowing a view into the RV bedroom. She briefly saw Taisha, blouse unbuttoned and hanging loose. Suddenly they made eye contact, Taisha’s eyes seemed to widen, and a smile came to her face. Maggie suddenly realized she was naked and backed quickly away from the window.

She ducked into the bathroom as if Taisha could somehow levitate and still see her naked through the window. She started the shower and waited for the warm water. When her phone dinged, it was a text from Taisha with a single word.

“Beautiful”

Maggie climbed in the shower, ashamed, angry, excited, embarrassed, flattered all at the same time.

As she washed herself clean, she tried to rationalize that the text may not be proof that Taisha had seen her. But she knew it was too much of a coincidence and now it would be that much more… difficult to have the conversation and put a stop to this.

Taisha thought about how to take advantage of this latest encounter. It seemed she might have her second opportunity to reel in Ms. Turner. She stared at the window hoping for her to return. But when the light dimmed, she guessed she went into the bathroom. Since her hair had not appeared wet, Taisha assumed she was showering now, before bed. She decided to take a quick shower of her own and try to surprise Ms. Turner should she peek again.

When Maggie finished showering, she slipped on her bath robe and went back to the window to close the blinds. When she looked down, she was shocked to see Taisha laying naked on the bed, reading a book, with the blinds still angled to give her a view in. The view only allowed line of sight of the lower half of the bed, where Taisha lay sideways at the foot of the bed, clearly intending to put on a show.

She could see the shape of Taisha’s hips and fullness of her breasts and dark dots of her areola. Her skin contrasted with the light comforter. Maggie could see the black triangle of her bush. She stood transfixed; her throat tight, as if she had a walnut lodged in it.

Taisha glanced up and saw Principal Turner looking down at her again. She smiled, knowing her opportunity had arrived.

Maggie notice a tiny dot of a belly button, when suddenly Taisha shifted position, propped up on her elbows, still lying on her back. Her eyes appeared to be looking right at Maggie and her smile was readily apparent. Her left leg slid to the side and she placed her foot on the floor, spreading her legs. She shifted weight to her left elbow and raised her right knee, revealing a hint of bright pink between her spread labia.

As Taisha’s right hand slid down her belly and between her spread legs, Maggie felt a wave of warm wetness flood her naked pussy. Taisha moved her hand up and down her exposed crotch and held up the same middle finger she had used on Maggie earlier. Then she returned it to her spread labia, closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her hips gyrated as her hand moved up and down.

Maggie felt the urge to get Sam’s binoculars so she could see her up close. Her heart pounded and breathing intensified as the walnut in her throat seemed to grow.

Taisha peeked through her semi closed eyes to make sure that Ms. Turner was still watching, feeling it would not be long until she made herself cum

From above, Maggie imagined being in the room with her, watching up close, smelling her perfume and hearing her moans as she fingered herself. In the back of her mind, a voice screamed, “Maggie! Stop and get a grip on yourself. You need to put a stop to this now!” But at that very moment, Taisha’s hips thrust high and gyrated wildly, drowning out the voice of reason.

Taisha’s hand was a blur as Maggie watched her masturbate for her. Maggie’s pussy throbbed in response.

Taisha’s orgasm approached rapidly, knowing the object of so many fantasies was watching. She whispered to herself over and over, “I’m cumming for you Ms. Turner. I’m cumming for you. I’m cu, cumming for… Yooooouuuuuuu!” Her body shook as she came hard, then collapsed onto the bed. Next, she took her wet finger and brought it to her mouth…

Maggie nearly jumped out of her skin when Sam’s voice shattered the silence. “How’s it going, Maggie!”

She quickly closed the blind, turned toward the door, and yelled, “Fine, be down in a minute.”

He was walking down the hall. “I just closed a $750K Super Coach. We’re signing Saturday afternoon and we need to go out Saturday to celebrate.”

Sam stood in the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans. In contrast, Maggie was wearing only her robe, hiding her screaming hot pussy. She was flustered and horny. The first thought was jumping on him and riding him like a race horse. But it occurred to her, it would be awfully suspicious that she was instantly soaking wet.

She was never a real fan of sucking cock but did it for him a couple times a year because he loved it. So, she decided to reward him with a blow job, then keep him hard and ride him as long as he could take it. If she didn’t make him cum first, he wouldn’t last long. And she had a deep, deep itch that needed scratching.

“You’re incredible, Sam. I am so proud.” She walked over and kissed him hard. “I think a special reward is called for, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled.

Maggie pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. The phone dinged with a text, but she continued kissing him as she undid his belt and zipper. Then she shoved his chest hard, pushing him back onto the bed. In no time, she gripped his pants and underwear and pulled them off. When he tried to sit up, she shoved him back down.

“Huh-uh. It’s your night, honey. I’ll drive.” Laying halfway on the bed between his legs, she gripped his stiffening cock and spread her legs out behind her. She sucked his semi hard cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down, holding his base and balls in her hand.

“Oh Maggie, wow. Best commission ever.” His head rolled back.

Maggie needed him in her fast. She sucked, licked and bobbed like she never had before.

Sam was shocked by her behavior, but, loved it and felt a powerful orgasm building. His cock reached full hardness in record time as Maggie devoured him like a porn star. He knew she did not like to swallow so he made sure to give her warning.

“Oh yes! Oh, I’m gonna cum, ah!” he grunted.

Maggie sensed his pending climax before his warning, from the taste of his pre-cum that coated her tongue. Tonight, she would swallow because she needed to keep him hard.

Sam sensed her sucking even harder and was unsure what to do. He could not hold off any longer. He watched his wife take him to the hilt and out to the tip, never breaking contact, eyes closed and totally focused on sucking his cock.

“Oh Maggie, I’m cumming!” he grunted, trying to push her head off. But she slapped his hand away and nodded her head as she worked his length in and out.

Ready to blow, his cock pulse as he unloaded a series of rapid-fire shots of hot cum in her mouth. She swallowed the thick metallic tasting cream as fast as she could. Sam thrust his hips in the air with his mouth wide open and grunted with each blast of cum.

In the midst of the strongest orgasm he had in a very long time, Sam arched his back, amazed at the enthusiasm with which Maggie worked his cock. Even after sucking him dry, she continued to deep throat him hungrily like she wanted more. He lay back and let her have her way.

“Oh baby, that feels good. Damn,” he moaned.

When Maggie could feel him returning to full hardness, she released him from her mouth. Then she looked up at him and stood up. “Slide on up that bed and let me ride that stiff dick,” she said with authority.

He gladly obeyed. He had not seen her like this in a long time and was more than happy to let her drive. There was something incredibly sexy about a woman riding your cock for her own pleasure. If it were up to him, they would do it like this every time.

He no sooner put head to pillow than she straddled him, reached behind her ass and gripped his cock. Needing her itch scratched, Maggie lowered herself onto his hard-on and began to ride his six-inch tool. Her labia gripped his pole as she pulled out to the head and dropped back down balls deep, moving faster with each cycle.

Leaning forward, she kissed him, while rocking forward and back along the length of his cock. He was reluctant when she slid her tongue firmly in his mouth with the taste of his cum still on her, but he could not deny her while she rode his cock. And if he were truly honest with himself, he did not dislike the taste.

When she sensed he might be building toward another orgasm, she slowed and sat up with both palms on his chest, arms extended. This forced him all the way in. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against him. He found this incredibly sexy and it slowed down his pending orgasm.

Sam felt her warm sticky juices coating his balls and pubes as she ground herself on him faster and harder. Eyes closed, she rocked and panted, working his stiff hot dick against her clit. She loved the feeling of his cock shoved into the hilt and not letting him retreat.

“Oh yes, Maggie, ride me, honey,” he said, gripping her hips.

Sensing he was no longer on the verge, she picked up her pace, so she could make herself cum. She needed it badly and once she found the rhythm for hitting the sweet spot, she went all out. Sitting straight up, she hung her hands to the side and rolled her hips like a belly dancer.

Sam held on for the ride and watched in amazement as Maggie seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were closed, mouth wide open and she squealed like a teenage girl getting fucked for the first time. “Hah! Hah! Hah! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

Though he loved it, Sam had never seen her even close to this out of control. He wasn’t sure what he had done to get her in this state but was happy that he did. “Oh damn, Maggie, that feels so good!”

“Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!” she wailed, grinding faster and faster.

Her pussy sloshed as she swirled on his cock. “Oh God, make yourself cum, honey,” he said, trying to encourage her, unsure what to say as this was a first. He just pushed his hot rod in the air, and she was doing it all.

“Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

Unable to hold out any longer, he unloaded inside Maggie’s hungry pussy. “Oh baby, yes! Ah, yesssss!” He grunted as his balls emptied.

As her orgasm peaked, she collapsed forward on top of him with his cock still inside her, rolling slowly up and down his cock. After two orgasms, his cock softened quickly. Then she slid off and snuggled up next to him, cheek on his shoulder. The itch was definitely scratched.

Tonight, gave her a good lesson, she felt. She had fallen into the trap of feeling unappreciated and neglected by her husband, but this was a perfect example of the pot and the kettle. Look how he responded to a little attention from her. It was amazing.

One thing was for sure. After ten years of marriage they still had a pretty good sex life and Taisha had certainly provided a spark for both of them. For that she was grateful, but she would need to have a talk with her, apologize for her behavior and make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

Sam’s breathing was slow and steady. Apparently contented, he dozed off quickly. Maggie quietly rolled off the bed and freshened up. When she came back to the bedroom, he had crawled under the covers and fallen sound asleep. She checked her phone and saw the message from Taisha.

“Tasted better earlier”

Maggie was confused about what that meant. Then the image of Taisha’s masturbating and taking her finger to her mouth afterward played back in her mind. She recalled; Taisha had also tasted her finger after touching Maggie. The memory still felt like a dream. It felt as if she left her own body and watched from outside herself. She was powerless to stop her and unable to think about anything, but the pleasure Taisha’s touch infused into her body.

Maggie thought to herself, “I was caught by surprise. Her massage felt so good and relieved so much pent-up tension, that I just let it all go… I won’t let that happen again.”

She slid in bed next to Sam. His warmth combined with the release of tension made Maggie quite sleepy. In no time she drifted off.

The next morning, Sam woke with Pharrell Williams’ song “Happy” in his head. “Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth…” he danced into the bathroom to take a shower.

Maggie had to laugh and did something they hadn’t done in a while. She followed him and they showered together. After they had washed each other, he stepped out, letting her shave and finish her personal grooming. She hated to leave him that morning, but it was an important day. She had to prepare for a City Council meeting that evening and it was going to be a late night.

When she left for work, he was doing a little dance in his tighty whities, “Because I’m happy… Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof.”

She giggled, shook her head and pulled the door closed to block the view into the house. “Our neighbors will think you’ve lost your mind.”

“They’ll just think I love my wife. Clap along…” He continued to shake his booty.

“I love you too,” she said as she closed the door and walked to the car.

When she arrived at work bright and early, Elisabeth Richards was there to greet her in full suck up mode. “Good morning, Ms. Turner. I am looking forward to the Council meeting tonight. Are you going to be arguing for the new tax initiative this evening?”

Maggie was pretty sure she knew the answer already and was just trying to score points with her. “Yes, I will be. It’s been eight years since there have been any new education tax initiatives passed. Ten dollars a license plate is not a lot but would make a huge impact on our budget. It would easily allow for full funding of our middle school tablet program with several hundred thousand left over for classroom upgrades.”

“Sounds like you are ready,” she said enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to hear it tonight.”

Maggie found her somewhat annoying in her shallowness, but she was a high energy young lady that seemed to translate well in the classroom and her classes performed well in annual validation tests. At five feet two inches and one hundred pounds, she was a bit of a fireball. She burned hot and meant well for the most part but did not always act with couth.

“It’s an easy argument, but that doesn’t mean much when it comes to matters of the purse strings and politics,” said Maggie, trying not to be defeatist. “We’ve been trying for five years.”

At lunch time, Taisha saw Maggie at the teachers’ lounge. “Afternoon, Principal Turner, you look more relaxed today. I hope I helped with that.”

Maggie blushed as she struggled for a response. Luckily, Liz’s lack of couth came in handy. “That’s what preparation and confidence in your position does for you, Ms. Smith,” Liz said. “Principal Turner is gonna knock em’ dead tonight.”

Taisha was slightly startled when Ms. Richards jumped into the conversation out of nowhere. She didn’t even know she was in the room.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ms. Richards.” Maggie looked at her watch. “That reminds me, I have a little prep work before I contact Councilman Wallace this afternoon.”

When Maggie left, Taisha looked at Liz resisting the urge to bite her head off. Before she could think of a response, Liz cut in. “Principal Turner has been prepping for months on the ‘Tag Fee’ proposal and today is the big day. What makes you think you are the reason she is not stressed for it?” She asked with a snippy tone.

Taisha again bit her lip. She thought about whether she should respond or just walk away. If she didn’t fill in the blanks for Liz, she would probably fill them in herself and have things all wrong.

“I was referring to the fact that I had volunteered to act as Interim Social Studies teacher after Mr. Cheswick retires on Monday,” Taisha replied with a look of impatience aimed at Ms. Richards. “She was a bit stressed about it with the short notice he gave and taking that action off her plate seemed to help.”

“Wow, you really are a climber, aren’t you Taisha? You just come in and bump out all the experienced subs that have been patiently waiting for an opportunity to go full time. You need to pay your dues, sweetie, before you can roll in and take a full-time position.”

Taisha quickly realized that Liz was already jumping to the worst conclusion. Maggie asked her and she said yes. It was that simple. There was no short cutting on Taisha’s part. And what business was it of hers, anyway, wondered Taisha.

“I know the perfect candidate for Mr. Cheswick’s class, and he has paid his dues,” Liz said, loud enough for a couple of the other teachers to hear.

Taisha was very frustrated and did not want to let those comments go unchallenged in front of others. “I did not solicit that job, Ms. Richards. I was talking to her on other matters and she asked since I was right there, and I accepted. It’s just that simple.”

“Thanks, then I’ll point out her oversight. I’ll make sure Principal Turner is aware of her omission of seniority protocols.” She left the teachers’ lounge.

The other teachers looked uncomfortable, not sure what they had just heard or if they could even believe Liz Richards. Either way, Taisha felt the seed had been planted: Taisha Smith gets special treatment.

Taisha stewed for the rest of the day, wondering if she had accidentally caused a problem for Principal Turner. She tried to get in to see her during her breaks, but she had locked herself away in the office, prepping for the council meeting.

Taisha was home by Four and had the place to herself, so she put on a red bikini and decided to have a little pool time. She was not a great swimmer anymore, but with a full-sized lap pool in the back yard, she really wanted to take advantage of the free exercise opportunity.

Not to mention, Ms. Turner told her that she gets up at 5:30AM some mornings to do laps, so this could be another chance to make a connection with her.

She struggled to make one length of the pool and had to stop to catch her breath. Her goal, she thought, was a reasonable start of four lengths. She hadn’t swum in over ten years, other than a spring break in mobile, but that was nothing like lap swimming.

She finished four with a five-minute break between each lap. As she caught her breath, she was startled by Sam sitting in a lounge chair watching her. “Impressive, Miss Smith, is there anything you can’t do?” he smiled.

His smile was creepy for lack of a better word. She had a sense when it came to older white men, and the pervert vibe oozed from every pore of his body.

Smiling as best she could, she thanked him, “Thanks, Mr. Turner, I had lessons at the Y when I was six and swam on the team for a year. But that was a long time ago.”

She had left her towel on the lounge chair, but he was standing next to it now. She thought that he had planned that well. Between the little bitch Ms. Richards and now Sammy the handsy, she was at her limit of bullshit for the day.

She climbed out and walked with confidence to retrieve her towel. When she stood up, his eyes ogled her body like a horny teenager. At that moment, she decided she was going to torture the horny bastard every chance she got.

Sam’s heart raced at the sight of Taisha in her bikini. Her full round breasts bulged out the sides of the red triangle of her string bikini. The bright red popped next to her dark skin. Her nipples were at full attention, and her areolas peeked through the wet material. Her arms were toned and smooth and her stomach smooth and flat with a round innie belly button.

As his eyes moved down, he could see a hint of her dark triangular bush through the thin wet fabric. Her legs were solid and toned and her skin shimmered in the sunlight. She moved into the space between the chairs.

Standing next to him, her legs seemed to go on forever. Her thighs were considerably bigger than Maggie’s. Her ebony skin looked silky smooth. Sam almost trembled, resisting the urge to touch her. The profile of her curved back and firm round ass got his hard-on growing fast.

Taisha turned toward the pool and bent down to dry her legs, giving him a great view of her ass. He moaned audibly and cleared his throat to mask it. The material tucked into her ass crack and revealed a bit of a camel toe below. He was sure she was flirting with him but needed to be careful.

Taisha turned it up a notch and while bent over, she looked back between her legs and smiled. Sam was imagining tracing his finger down her ass crack and over the camel toe. He jerked suddenly, shocked when he caught Taisha looking at him, realizing he had been busted for staring at her most private parts.

He looked toward the house. “The reason I came out was to ask if you would like to join me for dinner. I’m making my specialty, beef stew. But I just found out Maggie will be supping with Council Chairman Wallace and some of his lackeys this evening. I hate dining alone and the recipe feeds eight.”

She stood up and turned toward him. He fought to keep his eyes up but could not help looking at the bikini bottom. The dark little bush, taunted him, making him wonder how her pussy would taste.

“Can I trust you, Mr. Turner?” she grinned.

Looking up at her smiling, he lost himself again. Her lips were full and dark, contrasted against her bright white teeth. He had to close his eyes as he imagined what it would feel like to have those lips sliding over his stiff dick.

“What do you mean, Taisha?” he asked innocently. “Why would you think you can’t trust me?”

“I can see the way you look at me, Mr. Turner…” She looked at the ground, feigning coyness.

He stood up, looking nervous. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable, it was not my intent. It’s just, you’re very beautiful and… I… I should just shut up now. You don’t have to feel pressured for dinner. I was not trying to come on to you…” He was fidgeting and swaying, realizing he was getting himself in deeper with each second.

“It’s okay, Mr. Turner, I sometimes overreact. It’s just…” She looked deep in thought. “You’d be surprised how many older white men… I’m not saying you’re old…” She looked at him and smiled. “We’re not communicating too well, are we?”

Relieved she broke the tension, he worked to save himself. “Taisha, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was not my intent.” He felt like he was standing way too close and was terrified she would notice his semi boner despite the fact it was now retreating. He took two large steps back as he spoke, “I understand if you don’t want to… Let’s just save dinner for a night when Maggie is here.”

Taisha felt a great victory in the battle against the bull shit of the day but sensed a chance to take his torture a step further. “You know Sam, (She grinned on the inside using his first name.) I can’t begin to repay you and your wife. I, uh, I’m sorry if I, sometimes, I am so cynical. You’re not like other men, you and your wife have been so kind to me. I’ve grown up in an environment where, if someone was nice, they expected something in return. We are both adults and we both love your wife. We should be able to have dinner together without feeling awkward. What time should I be ready?”

“About an hour,” said Sam with an apprehensive smile.

As he was getting dinner ready, his mind bounced from relief to excitement to confusion with an occasional hint of guilt. Taisha was a mystery he could not figure out. Was she flirting and acknowledging interest in him or was she letting him know she wasn’t interested in another curious older white guy wondering what it would be like to tap a hot young black woman?

He knew marrying a strong-minded career woman was going to be a challenge. She had other needs and interest outside of him. That’s why he occasionally had to find avenues to fulfill his own needs when he was on the road. But, never this close to home. He could not risk it. She was friends with Maggie, and it would not end well. “Decision made… Hands off,” he said aloud.

Ten seconds later, the thought of touching that ebony ass consumed him. It quickly morphed into the image of fucking Taisha in that tight round ass. Two firsts in one. First black woman and first anal, he thought, oblivious to the “decision” he had made one minute earlier.

He set the places at the dining room table, his at the head and hers to the right. After opening a bottle of red wine, he filled two glasses. When she knocked at the kitchen sliding door, he nearly shot his load in his pants.

Taisha had on a pair of form fitting powder blue sports yoga pants with a white, grey and black rose flower pattern that resembled charcoal art work. It had a black four-inch-high waist band with four shimmering gold strips going around her waist. The top of the band dipped just below her dark belly button and curved up as it carried around her hips.

Her top – if you could call it a top – was a bright white form fitting low cut tank top that looked more like a sports bra than a top. It hugged her body with an elastic strip about an inch and a half wide below her breasts. It was low cut in front and pushed her full breasts together and up as if they could burst free at any minute. Sam’s mouth hung hopelessly agape. He was oblivious to the fact his eyes were glued to her tits.

Taisha’s smile widened when she saw how sadly he tried to act normal. She thought about throwing out the old cliché. “My eyes are up here.”

He walked to the door and slid it open. “Come in, Ms. Smith,” he said, trying to sound composed.

Taisha wanted to get the full effect and stepped quickly past him, with a little extra strut in her step giving him a full view of her backside.

Sam gasped at the sight. A seam ran down the middle of the yoga pant, drawing the material deep into her crack. To further highlight her beautiful butt. There were small rectangular pockets on the top half of either cheek that Sam immediately wanted to slide his hands into. The pockets seemed to have been made with a patch of the flowered material with horizontal pleats that carried across her ass to both pockets. The pleats were drawn in tighter at the center seam, further highlighting her gorgeous ass and forming a butterfly pattern.

He wanted to feel that ass so badly and let his hand follow that ass crack on down between her legs.

The top captured his gaze as well. It was higher cut between shoulder straps but had a large oval opening in the center that was crisscrossed by small rolls of the white fabric that formed a Y in the center of the oval. There was something incredibly sexy about that oval of exposed black skin.

She drew satisfaction from his silence and reveled in the thought of torturing the horny little letch. Sam wanted to kiss his way around that oval and…

“Dinner smells delicious Sa, I mean, Mr. Turner.” She smiled and sat down, setting a small gift bag on the table.

Her lips were shimmering with lip gloss and he wondered how they would taste, before his eyes zeroed in on those bulging breasts. The top actually dipped below her nipple level and he could see her black silver dollar sized areola peeking through the top just below the shoulder strap. He thought he could just separate those straps about an inch and kiss her nipples stiff.

Sam swallowed hard trying not to stare but could not help it. Her breasts curved inward from the top, converging into a dark line that faded into the tip of the bright white V. He wanted to bury his face in there and feel her warmth. It was remarkable to him that her skin seemed to shimmer everywhere on her body.

“Please, call me, Sam,” he said softly.

“Okay, Sam. Cheers.” She downed her whole glass of wine.

“Cheers.” He took a sip and she looked at him disappointedly. Then she nodded her head to encourage him to down it. He did and she leaned forward resting on an elbow, enhancing his view as she filled the glasses. Sam downed a second glass before serving dinner and she filled him with the rest of the bottle.

“All done,” she said in her school girl flirting voice.

Sam opened another and began to feel very confident in himself and the situation. By the end of dinner, they opened number three and he had no idea she was on her second glass and he was on his sixth. Taisha kept her glass going to her mouth frequently but just wet her lips each time.

She filled his glass again, pushed her chair back and turned to face him. This gave him a view of her exposed belly and that dark mysterious belly button that begged for his tongue. Taisha grinned at the horny bastard’s helpless wandering eyes.

“I have something for you, Sam,” she said, reaching into the gift bag.

He watched in anticipation as she pulled out a wood carving in mahogany of a black man in a tall pointed hat. He sat knees to his chest and hands on knees, with big eyes and a bigger smile. His face was stretched, and his cheekbones were huge, in line with the angle of his hat. He looked very phallic, causing Sam to think about bending her over the table and fucking her doggy style while she sucked it like a cock.

“Who is it?” he asked staring at her glossy lips.

“This is Eshu, God of Virility. I thought it fitting for a man who would soon be starting a family.”

Sam watched as she slowly stroked the statue like she was stroking a cock. “You are being naughty, Ms. Smith.”

“I am pretty obvious, aren’t I. I think the wine has gotten the better of me. I apologize, but I admit I’m flattered by the attention. With my travels and now the new job, it’s been a whirlwind and I haven’t had time for a personal life. Of course, we both know nothing can happen, but we can enjoy the attention a little, can’t we?” She handed him the statue.

“Of course, we can,” said Sam, knowing it would be a matter of time. She wanted him and now that he was sure, he would find a way to break down her defenses. He held the god of virility with pride and a hard-on to prove his worthiness.

Taisha smiled inside as she handed him Eshu. He was actually the trickster god, but she knew he would never be curious enough to research the name.

“So, what would the curious white man want to know about African women? We’ve had some wine to loosen our tongues, this is your chance. Ask me anything and I will answer.”

Sam leaned back in his chair, not sure if this was a trap or it was for real. She pulled the bands from her pony tail and let her straightened hair hang down in back, sending the signal this was real.

“Is it true black men don’t like eating pussy?”

She smiled. “A bold first question, Mr. Turner. Not really a question about black women. I will answer this one though.” She thought for a moment. “There is some truth to that, but many who say they don’t to their friends, actually do when they are with their ladies. And black women do like it.” She smiled.

Sam thought about dropping to the floor and…

“I work with a black guy who told me black women do what they are told in bed. Is that true?” he asked half cringing.

“I would answer that, absolutely not true. I would say they are more willing to do what it takes to please their man, but on their own terms.”

Sam was loving this. He had never met an African American woman he could talk to like this. He was feeling more at ease and emboldened. The image of her ass in the bikini and yoga pants was planted in his mind.

“I heard black women are open to anal sex…” He stopped unsure how to finish.

Taisha smiled. “Mr. Turner, you are kinky. I can only speak for myself and a few friends who I have talked to. I would say that generally speaking they are more receptive than white women. My personal experience has been mixed. One partner understood if you want to use my ass as a pussy, you need to treat it like a pussy first. In that instance, it was… enjoyable.”

He was not sure what that meant, but the realization that she would let him fuck that beautiful ass someday was all he needed. “So, what do you mean by treating it like a pussy first?”

“You white guys like to eat pussy before you fuck it, right?” Her eyes widened to emphasize the point. “Mr. Turner, you are full of surprises,” she said, stroking the pervert’s ego. “What else would you like to ask?”

“May I touch your hair?” he asked, knowing that was a sensitive topic from what he had heard.

“I think we should draw the line at touching. We both know if we cross that line even a little, there will be no turning back.”

“I understand,” he said calmly. He was willing to be very patient in his plan to wear down her defenses. “You mentioned it has been a while since you’ve had ‘attention’. There are ways to achieve satisfaction without touching.”

“What do you have in mind, Sam?”

“We could video chat.”

She looked at him thinking. “Sam, that seems… over the line.” We should probably call it a night, before we do something we may regret. Goodnight Mr. Turner, thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

As she walked toward the slider, he struggled for words, but could not find them. Had he misread her? Had he offended her?…

“Good Night Taisha,” he said looking scared.

Taisha flashed a devious grin, turned back an blew him a kiss as she walked out.

“She wanted to!” He told himself.

Across town, Maggie sat at dinner with Councilman Wallace to celebrate a successful meeting. They had managed to get the funding plan on the ballot, which in itself was a victory, but to get any tax voted in, in the state of Arkansas was a whole new level of difficult.

Despite having butted heads with the councilman in the past, she was really impressed with his genuine concern on this matter. He truly understood the importance of the students in Little Rock keeping up with technology. They strategized the campaign and lined up Maggie for several appearances. He also wanted her to appear in some television commercials.

It was a long day, but Maggie felt wide awake when she got home at 11:30PM. She found the open bottle of wine in the fridge poured a glass and noticed the light on in the RV. She watched through the slider and contemplated having the talk with Taisha. She needed to do it soon.

As she sipped her wine, her mind replayed how she felt during the massage and how Taisha seemed to sense exactly where and how to touch her. Only one finger…

Maggie snapped herself out of it and got ready for bed. When she climbed in, Sam was sleeping like a baby and didn’t stir. She thought about waking him as that itch was coming back, but she did not have the heart to disturb such a sound sleep.

Thursday morning, Taisha woke early and watched as Maggie came down for her morning laps. She had on a one-piece black speedo that contrasted with her pale skin. Maggie’s family had a history of skin cancer, so she was careful not to expose herself to the sun. Her aunt Ellen died of melanoma at 37.

Taisha admired her slender toned figure as she tucked her hair under a bathing cap. Her nipples were at attention atop her 35C breasts. Her neck was long and slender as she pictured stepping in behind her and kissing it softly.

Maggie put on her goggles and dove in. Taisha poured a cup of coffee and went to a lounge chair poolside. She watched as Maggie swam, eyes drawn to her tight little butt. It swayed side to side protruding slightly form the water. When Maggie did a flip turn in front of her, she couldn’t help noticing that cute butt and the image of her labia outlined through the lycra material.

She watched and downed her coffee. Maggie was such a good swimmer; it squelched the thought of joining her. She would have to get herself in better swim shape first if she ever wanted to keep up.

Maggie enjoyed her swim time. It gave her a chance to unwind and think without the outside world’s clutter. This morning, her thoughts turned to Taisha. She played through “the talk” in her mind. Planning her arguments and needing to tread carefully. The bottom line, if it ever came out was Maggie would be guilty of sexual harassment by any reasonable standard. Even though she clearly wasn’t the aggressor, a jury would only see she was the boss and Taisha her subordinate.

She convinced herself it wouldn’t come to that. Taisha was a sensible intelligent woman and would understand it could never happen again. When she put herself at ease a bit, her mind pulled her back to that moment she could feel Taisha’s breath on her neck as they came together. Maggie had never felt so powerful sexually, as that moment she felt Taisha cumming in her pants.

Her pussy tingled as she kicked her legs. She sped up, forcing those thoughts out of her head. She swam two laps at full speed and when she felt her mind cleared, she finished with two slow and steady laps.

When she stood up, she was startled to see Taisha. “Woo, scared me!” she said putting her hand to her heart. Taisha was wearing powder blue statin pajama, shorts and button down top.

Taisha stood up and stepped toward Maggie. “Sorry, it was such a beautiful morning I thought I would have my coffee outside. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Maggie’s heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She was dumfounded at Taisha’s uncanny knack of knowing when to show up, or say something at the right moment, to leave her speechless. Her dark skin shimmered like the blue satin pajamas in the morning sunlight. She realized she was blushing but could not help herself.

“What are you thinking about, Ms. Turner?” she asked in a soft voice that sent a chill down her spine.

“I, uh…” Maggie was flustered and trying to think of the words she had just practiced. Her inner voice tried to shake her out of it. “Do it now! You need to do it now!” said the voice in her head.

She climbed out of the pool and looked at Taisha. She wanted to say they needed to talk but she suddenly felt the urge to slide her hair aside and kiss her neck. As she imagined that, she felt a wave of warmth through her pussy. Realizing she was staring at Taisha and not talking, she turned redder by the second. “I, uh, we should…”

At that moment, the slider opened, and Sam stepped through it. He had just noticed them talking and with a mixture of guilt and fear, thought he had better get out there to hear what they were talking about.

He woke with a headache from the wine and hadn’t even noticed when Maggie came home last night. Based on the covers being pulled back and pillows looking used, he knew she had slept in the bed, but that was it.

“Good morning, ladies, you’re up and at it early.” He looked at Maggie. “I trust it went well with your meeting last night?”

“It did, the tag fee will be on the ballot and I will get to appear in a commercial or two. I’m cautiously optimistic. I think the economy is good and voters might just see the need and vote it in.” Maggie continued. “I saw you made stew last night.” She looked at Taisha. “What did you think?”

Both Sam and Taisha looked surprised, but Taisha played it cool. “It was delicious. I somehow managed to mooch another free meal, thank you.”

“I knew you had the late dinner planned, so I asked Taisha to join me.” He tried to play it calm, but to Maggie, he sounded like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar.

Maggie noticed the empty bottles of wine in the trash in addition to the open one in the fridge. Also, the dishes in the sink made it clear there were two for dinner last night. Although the amount of wine did make her wonder, she decided to put them at ease. “I’m glad you did, Sam, I felt bad abandoning you last night. And there’s a lot left over for lunch today. Isn’t his stew the best, Taisha?”

“Yes ma’am, it was,” said Taisha, disappointed Sam interrupted her discussion with Maggie.

“I must say, Taisha, you look much better than I feel this morning. I should have stopped with three glasses of wine. Though it did make for some interesting after-dinner conversation.” When he saw the look on Taisha’s face, he realized he had stepped in it. He meant for an inside joke, but he was pretty sure Taisha was afraid he was going to blurt something out about the conversation details. At the same time, he now had to explain what he meant to Maggie.

When Maggie noticed the expression on Taisha’s face, she whipped her head to look at Sam who was clearly trying to signal Taisha with his facial expressions. Sam went full on deer in the headlight when he saw the anger building in Maggie.

It was like something out of a cartoon. Principal Turner’s face seemed to turn from white to red, raising like water in a glass from her chin moving up to her forehead. Taisha had to do something quick.

“Yep, Sam had to be drunk to ask so many questions about Nigerian Gods. We must have talked for an hour on their origins and back stories,” said Taisha.

“Ever since she gave you those gifts from Nigeria, I was fascinated. I had never heard anything about their culture. Last night she introduced me to Eshu, the God of Virility. I had no idea they have over 400 Gods. I should show you the carving she gave me. It’s fascinating.” He smiled

“I need to get ready for work. Taisha would you like to carpool this morning?” asked Maggie, walking to the house.

“I should probably drive…”

“Nonsense, I should be done at the normal time today and we can come home together too. You’ll ride with me. Be ready in 35 minutes.” She closed the slider behind her.

After an awkward silence, Sam asked Taisha. “Is everything okay?”

She wanted to say. “It was until you showed up,” but bit her tongue. “Yeah, I better get ready too.”

Sam stood there stunned. “What a dumbass you are, Sammy Boy,” he said to himself. He opted to lay low until Maggie left. He waited in the kitchen until her heard her coming down the steps and immediately walked up.

He tried to give Maggie a walk by peck as they passed but she kept walking. “Have a good day,” he said slinking into the bedroom.

When he heard them drive off, he tossed himself on the bed and exhaled loudly. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sam? Could you be any fucking dumber?”

Taisha sat quietly as Maggie pulled the car out of the driveway. “Sam is such a sad liar. Did something happen last night?” asked a flustered Maggie.

“Nothing I can’t handle, Ms. Turner.”

“So, he came on to you?” She looked at Taisha with a disgusted look.

“As you said, Ms. Turner, he is harmless. I’ve had my share of curious white men, but as you know my interests are… elsewhere,” she said, trying to read Maggie’s reaction.

“Yes, I am aware of that, and that is something we need to talk about Taisha. I think Tuesday evening caught us both by surprise. And I think we both know that behavior was wholly inappropriate by both of us.” She looked at Taisha briefly then returned her eyes to the road. “I care very much for you, Ms. Smith, and you have a bright future ahead. I’m so proud you chose education as your career path. But I have to apologies if somehow my actions lead you to believe I was interested in an intimate relationship.”

Taisha resisted the urge to respond, opting to just listen.

“I’m not pointing fingers and I fully admit, I had a moment of weakness and poor judgement. But I hope we are friends enough and adult enough to chalk it up to just that, a moment of poor judgment, and move on. Please tell me we can do that.” Maggie looked at her seriously.

Taisha smiled. “Of course, we could do that, Ms. Turner, if that’s what you really want.”

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.

“But we both know that’s not what you really want. You call it a moment, Ms. Turner, but is it really just a moment? I recognized the look on your face this morning at the pool.”

“You startled me…”

“Ms. Turner, please. That was a look of a young passionate woman startled by someone she was thinking about. A woman overwhelmed by the strength of that desire, and not sure she could control it if she wanted to.”

“Taisha, please, I’m sorry but, that’s not how it is…”

She leaned her head close to Maggie and whispered, “One finger, Ms. Turner. All that pleasure from one finger. You can honestly tell me you haven’t replayed that ‘moment’ over and over in your head? And what about the second time? That makes it a bit more than a moment, doesn’t it?”

Maggie’s eyes closed briefly as Taisha’s words threatened to tear down her defenses. It felt like Taisha could read her thoughts. She had replayed it over and over. Wondering what she meant by a thousand ways to pleasure her. Taisha brought her to climax twice in just minutes with just one finger.

Oh, but it wasn’t just that one finger. The way she talked to her made Maggie’s whole body come alive. Her pussy tingled liked a thousand tiny fingers tickling her. Taisha stirred so much passion in her and she feared the dam would burst. Deep inside, part of her wanted it too. Taisha made her want to release all her inhibitions and surrender to her lustful thoughts and feelings.

“We’re passing the park, Ms. Turner. There’s no one there right now. Tell me you don’t want to pull over, park and let me slide my hand under your dress…”

Maggie could hardly breath, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.

“Taisha, please!” She tried to speak sternly, but her voice cracked, and Taisha could see the desperation on her face.

“For two days, I’ve been thinking about nothing but how it felt inside you, Ms. Turner. Imagine two fingers…” Maggie’s breathing was labored, and she had a death grip on the wheel. “A thousand ways of pleasuring you, Principal Turner. Why would you not want to experience that? We can start right now, just pull over.”

Maggie maintained her grip on the wheel, knowing, if she relaxed, her hands would tremble. She pictured pulling over, spreading her legs, and letting Taisha have her way. The turn in was approaching, she was warm and wet just thinking about Taisha touching her again. They could still be to school in plenty of time… But she stayed the course and drove past.

“You were thinking about it. It’s only been thirty-six hours since our encounter. Imagine how much more you’ll need it tomorrow, Ms. Turner. You can’t keep all that hunger bottled up or it will keep growing inside of you until it overwhelms you. I can help you with that. You deserve to have that hunger satisfied, Principal Turner.”

“I told you, Taisha, it can’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Principal Turner, I am very patient,” said Taisha as she turned to look out the window.

When they arrived at the school, they walked in without words. Maggie turned quickly toward her office. “Have a great day, Ms. Smith, I’ll see you at four, good?”

“Yes, at four,” said Taisha. She hoped she was still reading her correctly. If not, the relationship may very well be ruined.

As she headed to her class room, she saw Ms. Richards waiting at Maggie’s office. The sinking feeling in her gut grew. All she needed was Liz poking her little nose into things, including up Principal Turner’s ass.

“Good morning, Ms. Turner, I missed you after the meeting last night. I saw you left with the Chairman. Congratulations, you gave a wonderful presentation. I just wanted to let you know I will do anything I can to help the cause. Please let me know if there is anything your need.”

“Thanks, Ms. Richards, I have a meeting this Saturday with the Board of Education Committee on Finance and we will be laying out plans for the campaign. I’ll know more after that. But we will need as many volunteers as we can get,” said Maggie with a halfhearted smile.

“Oh yeah, you’ll never guess who I ran into at the meeting last night. Manuel Espinosa. The opportunity at the Christian school did not work out and he was very excited about possibly being considered for Mr. Cheswick’s slot. He taught Social Studies for four years in Conway and he’s been a sub for two years here.”

“Thanks, Ms. Richards, that’s good to know.” That was another cold slap to start the day. By all measures, he should be in line ahead of Taisha to replace Cheswick. But now it would look to Taisha like Maggie was being vindictive and taking back the carrot she had dangled.

“He’s available today for an interview,” added Liz.

“Great, thanks, Ms. Richards,” said Maggie with a sarcastic tone.

As she entered her office, her secretary told her she had a message from Mr. Espinosa regarding the social studies teacher position. She took the message note and dialed the number. Manuel answered immediately they spoke for several minutes as she pulled up her calendar. She had no openings until 4PM, so scheduled him for then.

The morning went quickly and at noon, she looked for Taisha in the teacher’s lounge. “I had an appointment come up at four, so, if you like, you can drive my car home and Sam can come get me later…”

“That’s not necessary. I have some prep work I can do. I don’t mind waiting for you,” replied Taisha.

She thought to herself. “Great Taisha, now she’s afraid to ride with you!”

It occurred to Maggie a likely scenario after her interview would be to have Manuel spend the day with Mr. Cheswick the tomorrow so he could get some time with him. It that were the case, she would have to tell Taisha the bad news tonight.

Maggie touched her forearm. “Thank you, Ms. Smith, I’ll text you after the meeting is over, and we’ll head out.”

That put Taisha at ease, that at least Maggie wasn’t avoiding her.

Until Liz “no couth” Richards popped up again. “Hi Ms. Turner, Manuel told me he has an interview with you this afternoon. He’ll be a perfect replacement for Mr. Cheswick.” She grinned, adding a little sneer in Taisha’s direction out of Maggie’s line of sight.

Taisha’s blood boiled at the little bitch’s attitude toward her, wondering what she did to piss her off. Was she a racist or just a boot-licking little bitch? She thought it was the latter, since none of the other teachers seemed to line up to spend time with her.

“Ms. Richards, there have been no decisions made regarding that position and the list of candidates all deserve fair consideration and privacy during the process, thank you.”

“Oh, sorry I was so loud there. Thanks, Ms. Turner, I know you’ll pick the best person for the job and follow protocol,” she said, taking a seat to read a magazine.

The rest of the day, Taisha contemplated what that would mean regarding the position. She hoped that she would still get the interim role. She had already arranged to spend time with Mr. Cheswick the next day.

Around 4:30PM, she went to the supply closet to look for some of the social studies text books to help prep for the interim spot. On the way, she walked past Liz Richards’ classroom and saw her talking to a young man she didn’t know.

“Congratulations, Michael, eighteen is a big milestone,” she said, looking at him from across her desk.

“Tomorrow I’m officially an adult…”

Taisha kept going and they faded from earshot.

When she returned with the books the young man was walking out of her classroom backwards, looking back at Ms. Richards with a broad enthusiastic smile. “Tomorrow…” He said pointing back into her room.

Then he practically skipped down the hall and jumped and touched the ceiling with his outstretched hand. Taisha thought the boy looked like he was smitten by Ms. Richards. When she walked by the doorway, Ms. Richards, sported an equally enthusiastic smile, up until she noticed Taisha. The smile vanished quickly, replaced by the contemptuous scowl she sported whenever Taisha was near.

Taisha kept walking and returned to her desk to prepare for tomorrow. It was not until almost six that she finally got the text from Maggie.

Maggie: Sorry, it’s so late but my meeting went long. Come to my office and we can talk about some new developments.

Taisha: No problem. I’ve been busy. See you in a few.

After Maggie sent the text, she looked at the chair at the end of the conference table, causing yet another rush of heat through her lower abdomen. She struggled throughout the day, trying to remain strong, but her mind frequently turned back to Tuesday night in that chair. Taisha’s touch seemed to melt away everything else but the connection between them. That one little finger touched every cell in her body with as rush of energy that left her with a compulsive need for more.

Taisha planted the seed in her mind, that the need would grow, and she seemed to be right. The tickle between her legs was relentless. Her stomach was in a constant state of butterflies. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly pulling herself together.

She jumped when Taisha knocked, took another deep breath, and told her to come in.

When Taisha opened the door, she saw Maggie walking around her desk toward the conference table and smiled at the thought of Tuesday night.

Maggie wore a black pleated skirt that hung just past her knees with a sleeveless white button-down blouse. Her outfit seemed to accentuate her slender figure beautifully. Hoping for a repeat of Tuesday, Taisha closed the door and reached for the safety bolt lock on the door.

“Taisha, please leave the door unlocked,” said Maggie calmly.

She could not risk permanently alienating Principal Turner, so close to the dream, she had to force herself to be patient. Maggie had let her hair down and brushed it out. It looked so soft and almost golden brown in the light. Taisha tried not to think about sliding it away and kissing her neck. But could not shake the image, and the thought of breathing her perfume…

Maggie sat in the chair at the head of the table. “The chair.” Then she pointed at the first chair at the side of the table. “Have a seat, Ms. Smith.”

Taisha noted she called her by the first name a moment ago.

“How was your day today?” asked Maggie.

She smiled. “It was… gratifying.” She lay her cell phone on the table.

“Good to hear. Mine was a bit trying. I was contacted by one of our more experienced substitute teachers today with experience in High School Social Studies teaching. It was not someone I sought out, but he heard about Mr. Cheswick’s retirement and wants the position. Based on his experience and qualifications…”

Taisha fumed again at Liz’s handy work. “I understand, Ms. Turner, I’m the newbie and need to pay my dues. I knew the interim spot was going to be temporary at best. I assume, they will be the interim replacement until it’s made official.”

“Yes, that’s the best scenario for the students,” said Maggie. Manuel Espinosa has been trying for full time for over two years and has had over ten years teaching experience. Policy requires his seniority gives him first choice.”

“I know, Principal Turner, I’m okay, trust me…”

“The good news is, he is not available until a week from Monday, so you get to fill in through next Friday.” She said with a consolatory smile.

Taisha’s phone rang and Sam Turner popped up on the screen. She flinched but remained calm. “He must wonder where you’re at.”

“I sent him a text…”

“I’ll let it go to voicemail.”

“No, answer it,” said Maggie firmly. “Put it on speaker.”

Taisha smiled. “Are you sure? You may not like what…”

“Do it!”

She pushed the button. “Hi, Sam.”

“I’ve been thinking about this morning, are we okay?”

Taisha looked at Maggie and hit mute. “What are we doing?”

“I want him to hang himself…”

She unmuted. “We’re okay. You made kind of an ass of yourself in front of your wife. Like a school boy with a crush and boner he can’t hide.”

“Am I on speaker?”

She took him off and picked up the phone. “Yeah, I was putting quizzes together and needed two hands. You’re off now.”

She held the phone away from her ear. “I’m waiting for your wife. She had a meeting that ran late. We should be home soon.”

“I won’t keep you, but I needed to talk to you. I had too much wine last night and I acted inappropriately. I’m sorry and when Maggie comes home, I plan on apologizing to her too. Can you forgive me?”

“Yes, Mr. Turner,” she said a bit sarcastically.

“Thank you and it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“Good evening, Mr. Turner.” She hung up and looked at Maggie. “That was sweet, he’s thinking about you.”

Maggie’s smile surprised Taisha. “Men are so predictable. So, tell me what happened. I need to know how much to torture him.”

“Well, I told you about the general curiosity white men have about black women. After a little wine and some round about questions, I told him he had free reign to ask any questions during dinner…” She told her all the details.

Maggie seemed to grasp the humor in it all, so she went all the way and told her about the phone call suggestion.

“So, you left him hangin’?”

“I told you I could handle him,” Taisha said, thinking about what she had in mind if he were to continue. She was disappointed she might not get the chance to put her plan in motion. Like Maggie said, men are predictable. Sorry today usually doesn’t mean they won’t do the same thing tomorrow.

“I’m so sorry for all of this and promise, I’ll find another job as soon as possible and give you two your lives back…”

Maggie placed a hand on Taisha’s “Taisha, honey, please don’t think that way.” Maggie was shocked by the feeling of panic she felt at the thought of her moving.

She also quickly sensed the effect her touch had on Taisha. Their eyes locked and the look of excitement mixed with desperation and uncontrollable hunger, was obvious. She gripped Taisha’s hand feeling her warmth and leaned in closer.

“We invited you to stay, remember? It was our idea and we want you to stay.”

“But I let my feelings for you get the better of me and my behavior has been inexcusable…”

Maggie gripped both hands with hers and pulled her closer. “Taisha, honey, I’m a grown woman, you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. I’m your boss, and I’m the one who had the responsibility to…”

She caught the scent of Taisha’s perfume and lost her train of thought. She watched Taisha’s expression change to that of a predator stalking her prey.

“Why did you stop… Tell me what you’re thinking, Principal Turner, I think I know but need you to say it.”

Maggie gripped her hands tightly as she looked at Taisha’s full glossy lips and felt her breath on her face. The relentless longing between her legs intensified. Her breathing was erratic, and her eyes darted from her lips to her eyes. She wanted to kiss her those lips just once to see what it would be like. But inside she knew, if she did, there would be no turning back.

“Look at me, Principal Turner.” Taisha’s eyes looked into Maggie’s. “Do you trust me?” Her dark piercing eye held Maggie’s gaze.

“Yes, I do,” she whispered breathlessly. But she didn’t trust herself.

Without breaking eye contact, Taisha, slid around the table and faced her. As she pulled her chair closer, Taisha nudged her knees between Maggie’s getting closer still. “Tell me what you want, Principal Turner.” She gripped both of Maggie’s hands and held them in her lap.

Her perfume made Maggie start to tremble. “We can’t…” She knew if she gave in again, she would not be able to pull herself back.

“It’s okay, I understand how hard you’ve worked and the risks this would bring. But I promise I would never use our relationship against you no matter what happens between us. My eyes are wide open…”

Maggie was lost in those eyes and didn’t comprehend anything she was hearing for a moment. She had to know what those lips felt like. Her eyes closed and she let the words out. “I want to kiss you, Taisha.”

“What else do you want, Principal Turner?”

She tried to pull her hands away to embrace Taisha, but she held them in place and when she leaned in for the kiss, Taisha backed away.

“What else do you want, Principal Turner?”

Her eyes seemed to pull out her last bit of will to resist. Her pussy throbbed and needed relief. “I need you to touch me again. I need to feel you inside me, please.” The dam burst, washing away Maggie’s resistance.

Taisha gasped as her body erupted in a rush of heat and excitement. “Bolt the door first,” she panted.

Maggie felt a tinge of delight at Taisha’s excitement and stood up to get the door. A moment of reality crept in as she remembered where she was. “We shouldn’t, not here…”

Even as she spoke, she hustled to the door and slammed the emergency lockdown bolt into place. Then she glanced at the blinds to confirm they were down and closed.

Taisha slid the chair away and stood up. She leaned her beautiful ass on the marble table as Maggie returned to her. Standing face to face, their eyes locked again as she gripped Maggie’s shoulders and held her there. “I’ve wanted you so much…”

Maggie leaned in and cut her off. When their lips touched, Maggie felt it from head toe, releasing a broken trembling moan, as her worst fear came true, it was more powerful than she even imagined, there was no going back.

Taisha felt the same body rush, dwarfing any first kiss she had ever had. They embraced, kissing passionately and when her tongue slipped into Maggie’s mouth, she whimpered and sucked it in.

Taisha’s hands caressing her back and ass sent chills through Maggie’s body. She was panting, sucking in gasps of air through her nose as her tongue probed Taisha’s hungry mouth.

Having planned her attack earlier, Taisha found the draw string tie on Maggie’s skirt quickly. Her fingers pulled it slowly, slid the dress over her hips, and let it drop, without breaking the kiss. The silk slip underneath it fell as easily once it cleared her hips. Maggie kicked of her pumps and then the skirt and slip.

Maggie, on the other hand, struggled to find a way through Taisha’s jumpsuit’s defenses. Taisha’s tongue drew Maggie’s focus, relentlessly probing her mouth. She loved having Taisha inside her and hugged Taisha tightly, pulling her closer as their tongues danced.

When her hands reached Maggie’s silk panty covered ass, she moaned with pleasure. Maggie sighed her approval squeezing her tighter. Taisha’s hands slid inside her panties, causing Maggie to whimper and thrust her tongue deeper into Taisha’s mouth.

Taisha broke the kiss and whispered, “Your skin is so soft. Oooohhhh, I love touching you.” She caressed Maggie’s buns.

Maggie kissed her passionately as Taisha’s right hand slid around her waist toward her throbbing pussy.

Taisha hummed as her fingers passed through Maggie’s soft bush and continued down sliding her middle finger between her steaming pussy lips. She whispered in Maggie’s ear. “Oh, there it is, I’ve missed this so much…”

Maggie broke the kiss, lunged her chin against her neck and shoulders and let out a whimpering moan that sent chills down Taisha’s spine. She hugged Taisha so hard she struggled to breath.

“Uh huh,” whimpered Maggie as she sucked in a deep breath. She moaned and gasped in time with Taisha’s hand.

“Did you miss my finger, Principal Turner?” She loved the warm silky softness. She could touch her all night long and never tire of it.

“Oh, yes, I love it when you touch me.”

Taisha wrapped her left hand around Maggie’s waist and spun them both around turning Maggie’s ass to the table. Then with remarkable speed, she gripped Maggie’s panties at the hips and slid them down to just above Maggie’s knees and returned her hand to its target.

Maggie tried to wiggle her panties down, but they clung to her knees, so she spread her legs as wide as her panties would permit giving Taisha better access. Taisha slid her extended finger up Maggie’s slit, saddling her middle finger with her labia but not penetrating her pussy.

Maggie’s hips rocked slowly in time with her movement. Taisha curled her finger, slipped it into her pussy, causing Maggie’s body to jerk. Suddenly, she put her chin on Taisha’s left shoulder and gripped her neck with her right arm. Maggie exhaled in a long high-pitched stuttering moan. “Ta, a, a, ish, a!”

Taisha’s panties were soaked through as she took complete control over Maggie. “Oh honey, you need that bad, don’t you?”

Taisha’s chin also rested on Maggie’s shoulder as her finger moved in and out, deeper and harder. Taisha’s breathing and moans were in time with Maggie’s. Maggie imagined the look of pained ecstasy on Taisha’s face as if she too could feel Maggie’s pleasure. Feeling Taisha’s hot breath on her neck only intensified her bliss.

“Are you ready for two, Principal Turner?” sighed Taisha.

“Oh yes!” Maggie squeaked and suddenly squeezed her legs together and did a combination jump, stair-step move that dislodged her panties and let them fall to the floor.

Startled at first, Taisha marveled at how she managed to kick her panties off. Maggie spread her legs wide for her. Taisha eagerly slid a second finger into her tight little pussy. “Oh yes, Principal Turner, let me in, oh that’s so hot and tight.” She moved them slowly in and out and shifted to Maggie’s right giving her more range of motion. “Last time we tried slow and steady. But I think you’d like fast and hard.”

“Oh, aaaaahhhhhhhh!” Maggie yelled.

Taisha gripped Maggie’s head and pulled her mouth against her neck. “Quiet, sweetie, scream into my neck. Oh, you need this so bad,” she said calmly.

Maggie pressed her open mouth against her neck and shoulder and wailed as Taisha’s fingers moved faster and faster.

“You’re so sexy, Principal Turner. I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life. I wanna pleasure you every day.”

Maggie had never felt anything like this before. Taisha’s words sent her over the edge and beyond. Her orgasm swept through her body seeming to paralyze her.

Taisha thought she might cum in her pants again, this time not even being touched. Maggie’s muffled screams were long and steady and then she would suck in a quick breath and go again. Her cum flooded Taisha’s hand. She’d never felt an orgasm so powerful from anyone. Principal Turner had a vice grip on her neck and shoulder and her legs were stiff and straight.

“Principal Turner likes it hard and fast…”

Maggie’s head rose and her mouth was open wide, but no sound was coming out. She couldn’t believe the speed of Taisha’s hand. Then, a gasp and a single word. “Ga! Yes!” she grunted and dove back onto Taisha’s neck.

Taisha’s voice bounced as she spoke from the movement of her hand shaking her diaphragm. “Principal Turner, the dam has burst. You are cumming so hard. I have a thousand ways…”

A long-muted scream ended, and Maggie went back to her chin on the shoulder, trying not to scream with her mouth unmuffled. She exhaled hard as the orgasm began to subside. “Oh… My… Taisha.” She panted hard and half collapsed onto Taisha’s shoulder.

“Ms. Turner, you make me so hot and wet. I love making you feel good.” Her fingers moved slowly and steadily.

In a giant exhaling voice, she answered. “Oh, Taisha, no one’s ever made me…” She sucked in another breath. “… feel so good.” She panted regaining her wits.

“Excellent, Principal Turner. There’s only one more thing to ask of you tonight,” she said seductively, as her fingers continued to move.

She hugged Taisha and kissed her neck with several gentle kisses before whispering. “Anything, Ms. Smith… anything.” Then she kissed her earlobe.

“I would like to taste that hot wet pussy and feel you cum in my mouth, Principal Turner. Would you like that?” She kissed Maggie, sliding her tongue in Maggie’s mouth. Maggie reciprocated and her pussy began to stir again, imagining that probing tongue in a different orifice. She nodded, sucking in Taisha’s tongue.

Taisha broke the kiss, leaned back and looked her in the eyes. “Let me hear you say it, Principal Turner.” She pulled her fingers out and began to rub Maggie’s clit.

Maggie’s whimper at a higher octave with each word, “I want, huh aaahhhhh, your tongue inside me.” She couldn’t believe the effect Taisha had on her body. As her finger moved on her clit, she could feel another orgasm building already. She sat her ass on the edge of the table and rolled her hips fucking Taisha’s finger with her clit.

Taisha’s eyes stayed fixed on Maggie’s. They were the most compelling eyes she had ever seen, sexy, hungry and commanding all at once.

“Tell me where you want my tongue, Principal Turner,” she commanded calmly.

“Please lick, hoah!” Her hips jerked. “M, my pussy, Taishaaaaa, aaahhhhhh!” She bit her lip trying not to scream out.

“Shit, you turn me on, Principal Turner. Are you cumming already, honey?”

She moaned.

“You are! So much desire and I want to feed it!”

Maggie’s hips gyrated in tiny circles as she came again. “Yes, I’m c, c, cumming. Yes, yes, yes, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssss!”

As her orgasm passed, Maggie stood up and kissed her again while Taisha gripped her ass. “I gotta taste you.” Taisha slid her hands to the back of Maggie’s thighs and lifted her onto the marble table. Then she gripped the back of the thighs with her thumbs facing in and shoved her legs wide pushing her fully up on the table.

The cold marble was a shock at first as Maggie sat up, leaning back on her straightened arms like the posts of a tripod. Taisha reached for the chair as she talked to Maggie.

“You have me hot, horny and soaked through my panties again. I have fantasized about you so many nights,” she said as she put her knees on the chair, bent forward and lowered her head toward Maggie’s glistening pussy.

Taisha looked hungrily up at Maggie’s eyes and moved her head side to side, tickling her nose with Maggie’s golden-brown bush.

Maggie sighed as she felt Taisha’s warm breath wash over her. She watched as Taisha’s tongue slowly extended, its soft pink color in contrast with her dark lips. Her mouth hung open, waiting for her warm wet tongue. She swallowed hard breathing deep; her mouth uncomfortably dry.

As Taisha pressed her tongue firmly against the bottom of Maggie’s slit, Maggie closed her eyes and exhaled audibly. She licked her length and pulled her tongue back in, savoring the sweet, tangy taste. “Mmmm,” she sighed licking her lips.

Maggie’s pelvis instinctively rose to meet her tongue when she went in again. This time, she licked half way and waggled her tongue before continuing. Encouraged by Maggie’s reaction, the seduction continued. “You liked that, Principal Turner?” She repeated the lick and waggle.

Maggie gasped, “Oh, yes.”

“I love the taste your sweet pussy, Principal Turner.” She did it again.

“Oh Taisha, your tongue…” She breathed heavier.

“You’re so warm and soft on my tongue. I don’t ever want to stop.” She tongued her again.

“Hoh, Taisha.” Her voice went higher and more desperate.

“I’m so glad, you trust me, Principal Turner.” Another lick and waggle. “I love pleasuring you.”

“Oh yes.” Maggie sighed. Taisha kept her eye locked on Maggie’s and she was unable to look away.

The beautiful ebony temptress reached into her so deeply on so many levels, she was powerless to resist… She no longer wanted to resist. She loved the freedom that came with completely dropping her defenses.

“I love how you let me know what you like, Principal Turner,” said Taisha, as she pressed her lips against Maggie’s labia and pushed her tongue inside.

“Oh that’s…” She tensed as Taisha’s tongue moved in and out. “…so good Taaaaaishaaaaa.”

Taisha pulled out and just looked at Maggie.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, Taisha.” Maggie swallowed hard, trembling, wanting that tongue back and trying to imagine a thousand ways…

“Principal Turner, I need you to cum in my mouth. You tell me when I hit the spot.” Her predator eyes came back as she pressed into Maggie’s steaming pussy.

Maggie brought her left foot onto the table for support and let her right hang off. As Taisha’s tongue entered her, she spread herself wide offering herself to those hungry eyes.

She panted rapidly. “Oh, oh Ta… isha.”

Taisha smiled while she wiggled her tongue up and down and side to side, savoring the taste as Maggie’s legs trembled.

Maggie suddenly felt like her blouse was suffocating her. She wanted it gone. She wanted to be naked before Taisha, totally free and totally exposed. Then, Taisha began looping her tongue lapping her pussy in large circles without retracting it. Maggie pressed herself against the swirling tongue. “Oh my g… Taisha baby. Oohhhhhhhh.”

Her juices were flooding Taisha’s tongue, reinforcing her need to fulfill the fantasy she had carried all these years. Her tongue increased its speed and firmness lapping at Maggie’s clit.

“Oh Taisha, right there! Ooooohhhhhhh!” Her head rolled back, and she collapsed down, leaned on her elbows and raised her pelvis. “Taiiiiiiisha, oh yes feels so… ” Tying to keep quiet, she gritted her teeth and began to vibrate her pelvis up and down as quickly as it could move it. “Right there, right there, right there.” She grunted at rapid fire pace.

Maggie looked down at her as her orgasm hit hard. Taisha felt such a rush of power seeing the look of complete ecstasy on Maggie’s face. Again, she smiled, and her tongue sped up.

Giving a guttural growl, Maggie thumped her upper body down flat on the table, with her arms extended palms down next to her hips. She raised her ass just off the table and continued her machined gun like tiny pelvic thrusts. Taisha could feel it in her own pussy in awe of Maggie’s stamina.

“Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there,” she grunted in complete bliss.

Her hot cum flooded Taisha’s lips and tongue as Maggie did as commanded and came in her mouth. As the orgasm subsided, Maggie began to move her pelvis up and down much more slowly, rubbing herself from clit to taint against Taisha’s face from nose to chin.

Taisha’s tongue stiffened but never stopped wiggling and probing, inducing another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her body convulsed as her hips kept their slower steady rhythm. “Oh, Taisha how? Oh Ba…by Please. Oh ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, aaaaahhhhhhhhh.”

Finally, she collapsed completely, her whole-body limp and spent. She stared at the ceiling, catching her breath as Taisha’s tongue continue to slowly lap her up. After a moment, she picked her head up to look at Taisha. Her eyes still fixed on Maggie over her trimmed brown bush.

Taisha took a breath and said. “I don’t ever wanna stop.” Then she resumed licking Maggie clean.

“Ooooohhh Please don’t,” sighed Maggie.

They both heard the janitorial cart rolling down the hall and then stop. They waited a few seconds and then the knob to Maggie’s door jiggled.

“Hey Charlie, the safety bolt’s on. I’ll be wrapping up and be out in few,” Maggie said as calmly as she could.

Taisha jumped up like a jack in the box. They quickly grabbed Maggie’s clothes and got her together. Then Taisha took her hands again, pulling her close. “Principal Turner, you are amazing, I thank you for making a fantasy pale to reality. And thank you for trusting me.”

Maggie kissed her long and deep tasting her own juices. She realized how one-sided this night had been. “I really need to return the favor, will you please let me try?”

“In due time, Principal Turner. But right now, it’s about me pleasuring you. We’ll be more careful in the future, I promise.” Taisha smiled.

“Agreed, the house is ours on Sunday, I can reciprocate then.” She grinned playfully.

“I will let you know when it’s time, Principal Turner, you have so much more to learn first, trust me. Now I’d better exit first and you can follow after an appropriate pause.”

She gave Maggie a firm kiss with a brush of her tongue, strutted to the door and smiled back over her shoulder as she left.

Maggie pondered what exactly she meant, “So much more to learn…” She looked at the monstrously gaudy conference table she hated before this week. Now she would never want to replace it.

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Nicole’s trial period with Annabelle on the farm begins with pleasure but Saturday morning puts Nicole on display in a field of corn watching some of the work on the field.

A party with a difference

Dog day afternoon – Holly and Rose find a pedigree chum.

“So where are we going Marco?”

“It’s not far now.” I said as we drove along the leafy country lanes outside Worcester. Rose was excited and probably a little nervous as I had promised her ‘something you have never seen or done before’ which given the range of her experience was hard for her to believe. Eventually the satnav directed me to a long driveway with an old Victorian house, shaded by deferential pines, at the end.

“C’mon, we are just in time.” I said as I parked my nondescript Ford between a beautiful Maserati and a sleek Jaguar. Rose’s eyebrows went up a notch as she looked at them and went up even further when, after ringing the bell, the door opened. “Hi, I’m Steve; you must be Rose and Marco. Come in” He was tall and athletic looking, late 40’s with close cropped greying hair. He was wearing a dinner suit, white shirt, red bow tie and matching cummerbund and had an air of confidence about him, vaguely military somehow.

“Follow me,” he said “We are using the conservatory this evening” We followed him down the corridor, past a number of closed doors pausing at the only open one and putting his head inside shouted “Holly! Two glasses of Champagne please, our other guests have arrived” Before marching smartly further on leading us through a double door into a beautiful Victorian glasshouse. It would not have looked out of place in Kew Gardens and would once have held a collection of rare plants brought back from far flung places by its wealthy owner. Now all it contained was some solid looking chesterfields, the type that looked like they had been handed down through the generations and would be in the future. Looking rather out of place in the centre of the room was a low bench-come-couch, the sort of thing that you would find in a physiotherapists and underneath it was a low angled mirror, the etching ‘Nicolas shoes’ on the glass telling us where it came from.

As I looked around a tall girl in her early 20’s walked in carrying two glasses on a silver tray. She had dark brown shoulder length hair with wide red bands running through it, the depth of colour a counterpoint to her sparkling hazel eyes. She was wearing a black silk corset with a pleasing amount of her obviously ample bust oozing out over the top. Black lace tie sided panties and sheer hold up stockings emphasised the length of her legs, the stilettos shaping her thighs and ass in a most desirable way.

Steve introduced us to our fellow guests. James was tall and blonde, faded jeans and pale shirt, collar length hair and silver jewellery gave him the ‘surfer’ look, a strong counterpoint to the swarthy twins sitting opposite. They looked more Greek than Italian but they had the same heavy set appearance and hairy chests that you see all around the Med. George and Stavros were their names but I’m not sure – even now – which was which. I said that I was surprised that there were not more here and Steve said that he found that small groups worked best as ‘it gives everyone chance to get involved’ at which point he turned to Holly and said “My dear, I think it’s time we started. Would you fetch the shackles please?” I watched mesmerised by her long legs and shapely ass as she walked out of the room only to reappear moments later with her tray. Instead of Champagne this time there were a pair of antique silver handcuffs and a length of chain sitting on it. Steve took the tray off her and placed it in a side table and taking her hand led her over to the couch.

She sat daintily on it and swivelled so that she was sitting upright with her legs stretched out before her. Steve then motioned with his finger so that she was laying full length before taking her hands and stretching them out above her head. He walked around her as if making an inspection before gripping her ankles and pulling her further down the bench. Next he picked up the handcuffs and locked them around each wrist before attaching the chain to the central link and then clipping it to the bar that ran between the legs of the couch. He ran his hand along her body, over the soft swell of her breasts and down her leg and back again. “She’s beautiful isn’t she.” he said “She’s not 21 for a few weeks yet, a very precious object indeed…and getting more excited by the second aren’t you my dear because you know what is going to happen shortly…but maybe you would like us to help that excitement along…would anyone like to touch this beautiful body?” He looked around and smiled at us before tugging the zip of her corset down a few inches to expose more of her large breasts and a rapidly hardening nipple. The twins looked at each other and quickly moved towards the couch, one on each side of the helpless girl they pulled the zip lower before first fondling and squeezing her large breasts and then almost on cue they bent their heads and sucked a hard nipple into their eager mouths.

“Come on Marco!” Said Rose gleefully “Lets see what’s under these knickers!” She scurried around to one side of the girl while I stood at the other. She ran her hands along the inside of Holly’s thighs, feeling the lace of the stocking tops and the smooth flesh above before cupping the deep vee of her pussy. “Mmmm, she hot.” She said, as Holly arched her pelvis unto her hand. “It’s a bit like Christmas, you pull one side open and I’ll do the other!” She said as we took hold of the lace ribbon holding her knickers together. A gentle tug and they parted to reveal a smoothly shaved pussy, pink lips already beaded with moisture and a hard little clit standing proud from its hood. Rose trailed an elegantly manicured finger along her slit before putting it into her mouth and sucking theatrically.

“Can I have a taste?” Said a slow, deep voice. We looked up to find James standing at the end of the couch between Holly’s legs. He put a strong hand behind each of her knees and pushed back slightly causing them to spread wider before leaning forward and running his thick pink tongue between those lips. “Delicious.” He declared before going back in for more, from our angle we could see him circling her clit with the tip of his tongue before flicking deftly lower and deeper. “My turn now” said Rose as James pulled back a little. “Be my guest.” He said, “I love ladies that play together.” Rose and James swapped places and James and I held Holly’s legs up and apart. The Twins were now just playing with those lovely big boobs (DD? E?) And watching with interest as Rose clamped her mouth between the girl’s legs. Holly lay there with her arms stretched out above her, eyes closed and breathing deeply. I’m assured that Rose is an expert pussy licker and it didn’t take long before she had Holly moaning and writhing under her tongue.

I think we had all forgotten about Steve until he spoke with calm authority.
“That’s enough for now I think Rose; the idea was to get Holly excited enough for her arousal to be obvious. I think it’s time for us to move on a little.”
Turning towards the door he called out

“Amy! Can you bring Cerberus in please?”

We exchanged glances as Rose moved around to be beside me. I think she was the only one not to know what was going to happen next and she was about to speak when a tall smartly dressed lady about the same age as Steve came into the room. She was wearing a long wrap around skirt and a short sleeved blouse fitted under her curvaceous bosom. The black silk made her look undeniably elegant and its dull sheen matched that of the large black Doberman at her side. She was holding the dog with two fingers under its collar and we saw her arm tense as the dog saw the girl lying spread out before him and made to go towards her. She walked the dog forward and then made him stop and sit; his nose only inches away from Holly’s pussy.

There was a North-Eastern burr to her voice as she asked Holly “What would you like tonight Holly dear, how can Cerberus help you tonight? Or should I just let you go?”

“No Amy, please let him lick my pussy, please let him”

“You’re what?” Said Amy with a smile on her lips….”What do you want licked?”

“My pussy Amy, like always, my pussy, please let him lick my pussy”

“But dogs don’t like pussy’s dear, they chase them, I’d better take him back to his kennel.”

“My cunt!!!” she screamed, “Please please please let him lick my wet cunt!!!

With that Amy tapped the dog on the back of the head and he leaned his neck forward and ran his big wet tongue all over the exposed genitals, the size of his tongue meaning that he was licking from her tightly puckered asshole all the way past her hard little clit almost at the same time.

“Agggguuummmm….ohohoh!!!” She gasped as the dog licked and licked his hot tongue all over her pussy. Standing holding her legs James and I had the perfect view of her writhing under the dog’s assault, bucking her hips up to meet him as he slobbered all over her. The twins appeared, one next to me, one next to James and gently nudged us out of the way so they cold see better.

I went over and spoke to Steve.

“Where did you find her? And where did you find the dog?”

“The dog was easy, he has been licking and fucking Amy since it was a puppy, she has always loved dogs so we bought her favourite type and trained it. Holly was a happy accident, we recruited her as a groom and after a while we noticed that she was spending more and more time in the tack room. So we altered the angle of the CCTV and tried to catch her out. To be honest I suspected a boyfriend living rough in my hay loft.”

“But it wasn’t?”

“No, she came in from riding out and just stripped off her trousers, climbed up on a hay bale, spread her legs and invited the dog to lick her”

“That must have been quite a sight.”

“It was, she was barely 17 too and the moment I saw the tape I knew we were going to have some fun with her. Amy sat her down and played her one of the tapes after we had gotten bored with them, threatened to tell her parents and put it on the internet unless she did as she was told. At the time all the dog was doing was licking her but after Holly had seen the dog fucking Amy she was begging for her turn. She was a virgin at the time as well; she must be one of the few women ever to loose her virginity to a Doberman! We have managed to turn her into a complete slut, mine was the second cock she had and now she can’t get enough. She was disappointed when I told her that there were only four men coming tonight but another woman made it better. She loves Amy, loves nothing more than to lick Cerberus’ spunk out of Amy’s pussy.”

“Anyway, that was three years ago and we all seem happy with the arrangement, when the dog’s not fucking her I am and while she is on her hands and knees she may as well be licking Amy!”

“What about your wife? Is she happy with the arrangement?”

“Amy? She would rather have the dog too so she understands. Talking of which we had better move on, time is pressing”

We had almost forgotten the girl and the dog behind us, turning our attention back to the scene as Holly wailed through an orgasm. Rose turned to me with her eyes shining bright, deep spots of color sat on her cheeks as her excitement flushed through her. “Oh Marco, yes please, yes please!” She gasped.

“Later my dear, later.” smiled Steve. Turning to Amy he said “Shall we give him some encouragement? Perhaps it would be nice to show our guests your new lingerie too?” Amy nodded eagerly and quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt to reveal sheer stockings, suspenders with a deep waistband, a tiny thong and a bra that was a miracle of engineering as it held her ample bosom. She knelt down beside the dog and reached her hand between his legs, easily finding his semi hard cock. I few rubs of her experienced hand saw it growing and growing until it looked more like the sort of thing a horse would have rather than a dog.

Steve pulled the dog away from the girl and told the twins to turn her over so that her hips were resting on the edge of the couch. Amy’s rubbing had now produced a large thick cock and a mega excited dog. It needed no second bidding as he pulled it towards the prostrate girl, its front paws rested on her shoulders as Amy fed the first inch or so of its cock into Holly’s pussy. Once engaged the dog needed no help as it began to pump hard and fast into the girl, more and more of it’s cock disappearing inside with each thrust until it buried it’s knot inside her too causing her to wail and moan. Amy reached under the couch and pulled the mirror forward so that we cold clearly see the dogs cock thrusting in and out of Holly. She was gasping and moaning as her pussy was getting pummelled and she cried out as the dog’s hind legs began to quake and shiver as it came deep inside her. It momentarily slowed down and re-adjusted its grip, moving its long legs from her shoulders to around her waist before resuming its remorseless pumping.
It was quite a sight, the big black dog, its coat shining in the soft light almost covering the girl. The rubbing of the dogs legs had started to push her stockings down and there was white dog spunk running down her thigh into the stocking tops. Her black corset was twisted and almost off leaving one of her large breasts exposed. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged as she gasped and groaned through another orgasm, pulling against the cuffs and chains holding her down onto the couch. Cerberus yelped and quivered again as he pumped yet more of his spunk into her, the overflow dripping out of her cunt onto the floor.

I hadn’t noticed Rose take a step back from the watching circle but when she spoke and I looked around she was naked save for the rings through her nipples and her ears.

“Please can I have a go with him, I have always wanted to be fucked by a dog, please let me, you can all fuck me afterwards but please let me have the dog…he looks so gorgeous, I have dreamt about this all my life, please let me!”

We all looked at her standing there, eyes glazed, playing with her clit and a look of pure lust on her face. “Well Rose,” said Steve “Since you ask so nicely how can we refuse?”

With Amy’s help he pulled the big black Doberman off Holly, doggie juice flooding out of her as his cock came out with a loud plop. Amy knelt down stroking him as he was obviously disappointed to be separated from his pleasure, his cock seemingly even longer than before. Steve unclipped the handcuffs from Holly’s wrists and as if by magic the swarthy twins appeared at his side and carried the shattered girl over to one of the long leather chesterfields close to the couch. They wasted no time in pulling her corset completely off so they could get at her big round tits. Sitting her between them they spread her legs wide apart over theirs, watching in fascination at the volume of juice running out of her.

Rose had already taken her place on the leather couch and Steve was standing between her legs with two stubby fingers in her wet pussy, twisting and thrusting them in and out. When he was coated with her juices he offered his hand to the dog who sniffed and then licked at them, his ears pricking up as he tried to move towards the source of the scent. Amy let him go and he immediately jumped onto Rose’s back, his cock finding its own was into her pussy with a few sharp urgent thrusts. He began fucking her like she was just another bitch on heat, which in many ways she was. I went to stand at the head of the couch so I could see her face. It was contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as the long canine cock pumped into her, the smooth short hairs of the dog becoming soaked with sweat due to the effort of fucking the women and its harsh breath panting into her ear. She was clearly heading to a massive orgasm and the screams from her as she came almost put the big dog off his stride but he soon was pumping deep inside her too, even now there being enough to run out of her cunt and down her legs.

I looked at my fellow guests to see how they were enjoying the spectacle and could see they were otherwise occupied. James was watching intently although Amy sucking his long thick cock may have been a distraction! The twins had somehow stripped and were once more sucking Holly’s tits and fingering her pussy as she slowly wanked a dark cock in each hand. They were typically Greek, thick wiry hair covered their chests and became finer as it ran across their shoulders and back. As Rose groaned through another climax they said something to Holly and she slipped off the sofa and was down between them sucking one thick cock before moving across to the other. James also gasped and muttered to himself and I turned to see Amy daintily wiping a drop of his spunk from the corner of her mouth. His long cock lost none of its hardness and he was soon in position behind Holly, sliding his dick in where the dog had been recently.

Another explosion of noise indicated that Rose was enjoying the fucking from the Doberman who was at last showing signs of flagging, his thrusting becoming less urgent and his legs shaking with the effort of holding his large frame in position. He tensed and quivered one final time, making Rose’s head snap back as he spurted deep inside her before he slipped off and out of her to lie down by the couch licking his cock and balls. Rose just lay there, her breath deep and steady was the sweat ran down her body and the juice flowed out of her gaping cunt. Amy, ever the hostess, helped her up and then sat her in a chair before giving her a towel and another glass of Champagne. “Well done my dear, not many women are brave enough to do that…but they don’t know what they are missing do they? It’s fantastic!”

Rose could only nod and smile, too exhausted to talk for the moment. Steve hooked his fingers into Cerberus’s collar and led him out, patting and stroking him as he did so “Good dog, well done, hope you enjoyed that as much as they did, let’s get you some dinner now.” On the other side of the room James still had Holly impaled on his impressive cock while she sucked the twins in turn, her big tits hanging down, nipples almost touching the floor.

“Looks like it’s just us then.” Said Amy rubbing her hand across my groin. “I’m sure you are just as big as James and I could do with something like that now, watching Cerberus perform always turns me on more than you could imagine”

She unclipped her bra letting those impressive tits out and dragged me towards one of the other sofas. She slipped her thong off as she lay down and ran her finger through the wet lips of her pussy “C’mon Marco, stick it in me, when Steve comes back he’s going to fuck Rose, you may as well get started on me now and you can have Holly to finish.” Who was I to argue and after quickly shedding my clothes I was soon shagging her for all I was worth, her legs up over my shoulders making those big tits with their huge nipples bounce around mesmerizingly.

A groan behind me alerted me to the fact that Steve had returned and had bent Rose over the chair and was giving her the same treatment that I was giving Amy. Looking up I could see that Holly was now riding one of the twins, (Stavros?), her hands twisted into the thick hair of his chest while his big hands squeezed her boobs. George straddled them, standing so he could fuck her mouth while James sat watching and wanking, waiting his turn with one of the three women. I felt my balls tighten as Amy’s cunt gripped me as she tensed and then relaxed as her orgasm washed over her and I exploded into her. George was now wanking a heavy blast of creamy Greek spunk over Holly’s tits and Steve and Rose sounded like they were coming to the end of an exciting ride, Steve muttering obscenities as he emptied his balls deep inside her.

Looking around me at the sated bodies drenched with sweat and spunk I couldn’t help but wonder why the RSPCA have never thought of this as a fundraising event – and I still had Holly to look forward to yet!

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A widowed white straight teacher is dommed by a black teenager.

MILF TEACHER: BECOMING A PRESENT
SUMMARY: A widowed white straight teacher is dommed by a black teenager.

Note 1: A thanks to the legendary Estragon who edits all my work.

MILF TEACHER: BECOMING A PRESENT
For me, growing up in the south in the eighties, racism wasn’t as rampant and blatant as it was in the past, but the undercurrent was there. I grew up in a very racist upper class family where my father believed that whites were superior to blacks in all ways. Even though we had a black maid, a black chauffeur and I grew up with a black nanny…I know it is ironic to allow a race supposedly inferior to feed you and raise your children; alas, no one else seemed to notice.

That said, Aretha was like the mother I never had, because as I grew up with a diva mom who didn’t really raise me…Aretha did. Unlike the rest of my family, including both of my older siblings, I grew up with a great respect for Aretha and therefore I refused to treat anyone based on race. She was my mother figure growing up and the person I respected more than any other. When Aretha died two years ago after a long bout with cancer, I was way more devastated than I was a year earlier when my birth mother died.

Aretha understood me and respected my shyness, unlike my family that kept trying to make me into something I was not. My dad was a very powerful judge, my mom a lawyer as well and both my older siblings followed in my parents’ footsteps. Me, on the other hand, I became a teacher.

My insecurities were many but one was my body. My breasts were pretty much non-existent and even today they are a tiny 34b. On the other hand, Aretha and her children all had large breasts. I grew up very self-conscious about my breasts, although I never told anyone…even Aretha…of my insecurity. This insecurity never completely faded away as I often had students whose breasts were much larger than mine. My breasts were a constant reminder of my imperfections.

I married a fellow teacher, and I would have lived happily ever after if my husband hadn’t died last winter in a drinking and driving accident (no he was sober, it was some rich kid running a red light that hit him).

I was left a widow with two teenage daughters, one eighteen and in grade twelve, the other sixteen and two grades below her. The life insurance policy was enough to pay off our mortgage and guarantee my daughters’ college expenses, so many people thought I was crazy when I returned to teaching after taking a year’s leave. But I had missed it immensely and working with teenagers was the most rewarding job in the world.

It was the third day back when I realized this semester would be a challenge. Latoya was a black student in my English class with a real hatred for me. Her tone was snotty, her attitude terrible and her mouth lippy. Yet, I liked her. She was actually incredibly articulate and academically strong, although she often handed in her assignments late. I hoped I could help her reach her full potential…if only I could break through her hard exterior.

Alas, by December I was no further ahead than I had been in September until one day when she asked me for help. Well, demanded it really.

She put a document on my desk and said, “I need help with my scholarship resume.”

Seeing a chance to maybe finally get her on my side, I ignored the entitlement attitude and asked, “When is it due?”

“Tomorrow,” she snapped, as if I should have known.

“Oh that is not much time,” I pointed out.

“I can come to your house tonight for help. I also need a letter of reference,” she demanded.

“But the Christmas formal dance is tonight,” I explained.

“So?” she replied.

“I have to supervise it,” I pointed out.

“I will be over at seven. It shouldn’t take long,” she decided for me.

I paused, before succumbing to her strong-willed personality, “Ok, but I need to be at the dance by eight.”

“Whatever,” she said, leaving class. She stopped at the door, before adding, “Have my reference letter ready.”

I responded, “I will need your resume.”

“I’ll bring it with me.” She shrugged and left before I could respond.

I sighed. She really was a self-centered, stuck-up bitch. I hoped helping her would help her open up to me, but I doubted it. I packed up and headed home.

I had supper with the girls and they both left early to meet up with their friends and get ready for the second biggest dance of the year, the Christmas formal. Of course, prom was the biggest event for most high school students.

As Melanie, my oldest, was leaving I said, “I may be a little late. Latoya is coming over to get some last minute scholarship help.”

Melanie gave me an odd look and warned, “Don’t trust her.”

I shrugged, “I don’t. But her bark is way worse than her bite.”

Melanie shrugged back, judging as she often did. “She is a butch dyke.”

“Melanie!” I responded, astonished.

“Just saying,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. Then she was gone.

I got ready myself for the formal dance. I wore a glamorous red dress with tan pantyhose and red heels. It was rare I got to dress up since my husband had passed, so when the opportunity arose I liked to really go all out. Unfortunately, I got a pretty big run in my pantyhose and realized I had no more. Rummaging my drawer, I found an opened package of coffee thigh-high stockings. I found these uncomfortable and a bit too slutty even for my husband when he was still alive, but I definitely wasn’t going to a formal event without something on my legs, so I reluctantly put on the dark brown thigh highs. The good news was the dress was long enough to hide the tops of the stockings and the darker color really accentuated my legs.

I had just finished with my matching red lipstick to my dress when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my three inch heels, which I also never got to wear, and went downstairs to get the door.

I opened it and Latoya just sauntered into my house like she owned it. She too was dressed up, although more for a biker bar, with a black leather skirt, black boots, black pantyhose, a red blouse that couldn’t even begin to contain her large breasts and a black leather jacket. She took off her jacket and tossed it on my white couch.

I closed my door, surprised at what she considered formal. She seemed more dressed for a dominatrix line-up.

She looked at me. “Nice, you dressed up for me.”

Startled by her comment, I replied, “What? No, I am dressed for the dance.”

She shrugged, “Whatever you say, Ms. Malone.”

Ignoring her condescending tone and smirk, I got to the task at hand. “So let’s see this resume so I can finish the reference letter.”

She pulled out a resume from her bag and placed it on the table as she walked around my home. She disappeared into the kitchen while I grabbed the form and skimmed it. I noticed she did not have any volunteer hours, which would make the scholarship application rather difficult. She returned to my living room with a beer in her hand.

Walking over and taking it out of her hand, I snapped, “What are you doing?”

She smiled, “We are both adults, Ms. Malone.”

“That is not the point,” I countered. Attempting to make the distinction crystal clear I pointed out, “I am the teacher and you are my student.”

She shrugged, her voice changing to something that seemed oddly seductive, “But what if I was the teacher and you the student?”

She was standing directly in front of me, her dark eyes boring into mine, as I responded, confused, “What are you talking about?”

She smiled, “Oh, never mind. So do you have my reference letter started?”

“Yes,” I replied, thankful to be back on topic. “It’s on my laptop upstairs.”

Latoya started for the stairs. “Let’s take a look at what you got started.”

Again her forwardness was annoying, but the quicker we finished this the better, so I followed her upstairs and into my room. I grabbed my laptop, typed in my password and handed my laptop to her.

She quickly read my rather generic reference letter and began adding stuff. I interjected, “Latoya, I won’t sign anything I don’t agree with.”

She smiled, her tone oddly foreboding, “Oh don’t worry, you will definitely agree with it when, I am done with you.”

Her odd answer was unsettling. She exuded a smug superiority I just couldn’t figure out. I attempted to take a peek at what she was writing, but she dismissed me. “Wait until I am done, Ms. Malone.” She then added, treating me like a maid in my own house, “If I can’t have a beer, go get me a coke.”

My rage inside was beginning to bubble over and I had to use every ounce of tolerance I had to not explode. Instead, I gritted my teeth and went downstairs to get her a drink. While downstairs, I took a couple of minutes to calm myself down and put in perspective what I was doing. I repeated the mantra ‘I am helping a student’ over and over again.

By the time I returned upstairs, Latoya had moved to my bed and was laying on it with my laptop on her lap. My frustration immediately began to rise again.

She looked up and asked in a condescending tone, “What took you so long, Ms. Malone?”

I wanted to explode at her, but didn’t see any advantage to such an outburst. Instead, I remained silent and brought her the drink.

She took it without even a hint of appreciation and took a sip before handing it back to me. She was treating me like a servant in my own home. She returned to typing and a couple of minutes later, while I stood there holding her drink like a maid, she announced, “Done.” She patted my bed and said, “Come sit down and read the final draft.”

Attempting to regain some sort of resemblance of power, I refused, reaching for my computer, “No, I’ll stand.”

Her smile faded and she pulled my computer away from me. “Sit down, Ms. Malone,” she demanded; her aggressive tone startled me. Without even having time to process her command, I felt my body climb onto the bed and beside her.

She took the drink and placed my laptop on my lap. “Read the final reference, Ms. Malone,” she instructed.

Dear who it may concern,

Latoya is a student I have had the pleasure of teaching this year in Grade 12 English at Salisbery High. I have also become involved in her extra-curricular endeavours.

I paused, “Latoya, I have not been a part of your extra-curricular endeavours.”

She took a sip of her drink before foreshadowing, “You soon will be. Now keep reading.”

Wanting her out of my house, I ignored the lie and continued with the letter.

Latoya is an inquisitive student who excels at all she does. Her wit and intelligence exceeds all I currently teach. She is a great public speaker, a creative writer and a model student. If all my students worked as hard as Latoya they would all become successful members of society.

As I read this, I shook my head; I would never write such generic drivel. Nor did any of those descriptors adequately describe the truth about Latoya. Oh she was smart and creative, but her descriptors were a stretch. But I decided to remain silent and continued to read the rest of the letter I was supposedly writing.

Lastly, Latoya has become my Black Mistress and I eagerly serve her as the white slut I am. She owns me and I obey her every command.

I paused, completely stunned by the words in front of me. I looked up at a smiling Latoya, my cheeks red with anger, and said, “Latoya, what the hell is going on here?”

She smiled, “Did you finish the letter?”

Defiant, I responded, putting the laptop down beside me, “No. Now you need to leave!”

Her smile faded and she countered, using my first name for the first time, “Linda, you need to fall onto your knees and beg to be my white slut.”

I stood up off the bed and raised my voice, something I never do, and demanded, “Get out of my home now!”

Her smile returned, but her condescending tone also returned in full force, “Awww, how cute, my little slut is playing hard to train.”

Not sure how to get her out of my house, and tears beginning to stream down my cheeks, I pleaded, “Please just leave and we will pretend this never happened.”

Her hand stunned me as in one quick move it went under my dress and directly to my vagina.

“Oh my,” she teased, holding me with her other hand so I couldn’t break free, “You wore thigh high stockings for me. You really are a slut, aren’t you?”

“No, my pantyhose had a run in them,” I argued and then attempted to fight back, “now let me go right now!”

She chuckled, her finger sliding inside my vagina, and me letting out an uncontrollable moan-gasp, “Why are you so wet?” I went to push her away but she was too strong. She smiled, using my first name again, “Now be a good little white slut, Linda and fall to your knees and into your proper place before me.”

I let out a second involuntary moan when she found my g-spot.

“Hmmm, you like that, don’t you, teach?”

“No,” I responded, humiliated by the way my body betrayed me. “Please, stop.”

She smiled, “Now here is how it is going to work, Ms. Malone. I want you to be my white little dyke and I always, I mean always, get what I want.”

She slowly pumped her finger inside my long ignored vagina, which hadn’t been touched by anything other than my own fingers in over a year. I was mortified by her words, yet her finger inside me had me morally weak. I attempted to stand up for myself, “We can’t do this.”

“Oh, we can and will. You have been so eager to please me all semester.”

“No,” I contradicted, “I was just trying to get the best out of you.”

She countered, “And I plan to get the most out of you.” Her finger inside me had me distracted, as she continued, “So why are you so wet, Ms. Malone?”

The way she said my name with such disgust was insulting, yet I couldn’t deny that her finger inside me had me sexual stimulated. I answered with the only logical reason I had, “It isn’t you, I am not a lesbian. It is just I haven’t been touched in a long, long time.”

“I’m not a lesbian either, Ms. Malone. I love a big hard dick in me sometimes too, but turning white bitches like you into the submissive sluts they crave to be deep down is a fun distraction.”

I again tried to pull away, but she was too strong. “Please, don’t do this.”

“Do what?” she asked.

“Don’t treat me this way.”

“What way?”

“Like I am a slut,” I finally blurted out of frustration.

“But you are a slut,” she said.

“I am not,” I adamantly replied.

“You are allowing your 18-year-old student to finger you in your own bedroom, that seems kind of slutty to me,” she countered.

I tried one more time to break free and this time with enough exertion I succeeded, but fell to the floor.

She smiled, walking over to me, “They all fall for me eventually.”

I stood back up and she immediately gripped my shoulders, lowered me onto my knees, and ordered, “Take off my boots.”

She lifted her foot up a bit and presented me with her foot.

“No,” I responded, meekly.

She looked down at me from her position of power and replied, “I am only asking you one last time. For now on any disobedience will come with a punishment. And trust me, you will not like the punishment.”

I suddenly feared what she might do, as I was convinced this wasn’t an idle threat. I tried to reason with her, “Please, Latoya, I am your teacher.”

“One!” she announced.

“But, Latoya…” I began again.

“Two!” she interrupted, before adding, “For a teacher, you do not learn very fast.”

I paused, suddenly realizing my predicament, and unsure how to get out of it. Reluctantly, fearing what her wrath may bring, I unzipped her boot and took it off her foot. Without a word, she switched her footing and presented me with her other boot. I repeated the task and began to stand up.

“Did I give you permission to stand?” she roared, her anger dripping with poison.

I fell back onto my knees and stammered, petrified by her outburst, “N-n-n-n-no.”

“Who is your Mistress?” she asked.

“Pardon?” I asked back.

“Three,” she announced, adding another theoretical punishment to me. “Don’t you dare move, slut.”

Being called a slut was like a hard slap to the face, but for reasons unknown other than fear, I stayed on my knees as Latoya walked to my laptop. I watched curious about what she was planning to do. She typed quickly and then announced, “Sent.”

“What did you just do?” I asked petrified of her answer.

She smiled, “I just sent my reference letter to myself from your e-mail address. I think it will come in pretty handy if you disobey anymore.”

“You didn’t,” I said, knowing she did, but praying she didn’t.

She brought my laptop over to me and showed me the sent confirmation. Tears instantly formed and streamed down my face. As she tossed the laptop back onto the bed, she cautioned, “So if you disobey your Mistress again, there may be dire consequences, is that understood?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, realizing my predicament was even worse than before.

“So, I will ask you again, who is your Mistress?”

“You are,” I replied reluctantly and with no conviction.

She smiled, “She was that so hard? Now next time I ask, I expect a much more eager answer, but I think maybe the problem is you don’t believe you are a slut, do you?”

“No, I don’t think I am a slut,” I replied.

“Stay,” she said, like I was a dog, and she disappeared out of my room. While she was gone a million ideas of how to get out of this predicament flashed into my head. I decided fuck it, and quickly went to my computer and attempted to see if there was any way to erase or stop the sent e-mail. I deleted it from my sent items, and was just searching the internet for how to delete sent e-mails when I heard her voice bellow, “Four.”

I looked up at her startled and saw she was now half naked, her red blouse gone and her big breasts held in check barely by a red lace bra. Her skirt was also gone and she was now simply in black thigh highs, black panties and a big black strap-on cock.

“You really want to be punished, don’t you?” she asked, walking towards me.

“N-n-n-no,” I stammered, fearful, yet oddly entranced by the big cock wrapped around her waist.

“I see you checking out my cock,” she smiled, “open your mouth, slut.” I obeyed and she shoved the plastic cock between my lips. “Suck your Mistress’s cock with your slut mouth,” she demanded. I again obeyed, utterly humiliated by both the demand and the growing wetness in my panties. Why was such an obscene order and task making me wet?

I slowly and awkwardly sucked the plastic cock with its unpleasant taste. Latoya purred, “Hmmm, good teacher, you will be a perfect little present.” A shiver went up my spine at her innuendo that I was a present and my dread began to overwhelm me. Almost as if realizing my anxiety was soon going to reach a peak, she pulled the cock out of me and demanded, “Get on your bed, slut. On all fours like a good little whore.”

I looked up and once again tried to reason with her, “Please, Latoya, this needs to stop.”

“Now!” she exploded, pulling me up and pushing me up towards the bed. Fear again becoming the motivating factor of obedience, I got up onto my bed and onto all fours as ordered. She climbed onto the bed as well, and pulled up my dress. A cold breeze gave me a quick chill and I held my breath waiting her next action. She asked, “Do you want your Mistress to fuck you slut?”

My damp panties were evidence of the contrary, but I refused to admit my growing excitement, when I replied, “No.”

“Really?” she asked, “You don’t want my big cock to fill your wet white whore cunt?”

I repeated, “No.”

“Hmmmmm,” she paused, her hand going to my very wet panties. “Your cunt disagrees with your words.”

I didn’t answer, as no good answer could defeat the evidence.

She pulled my panties to the side and put her big plastic cock at the entrance of my vagina. A sudden thrill weakened my knees and my resistance. My long ignored pussy was beginning to speak for me and it was quite demanding…it wanted to be fucked…hard. I didn’t even know I was doing it, but I felt my body against my control, leaning back and taking the cock inside me.

A smug chuckle echoed behind me, reminding me instantly of my predicament. I instantly stopped the backwards motion. “What? Don’t stop now, slut. You need to be fucked. You need to become my whore, a white slut for black women. Don’t deny it, slut. You need me. You want me. Just bend backwards, take my cock deep inside your white slut cunt and succumb to me.”

Her nasty words should have repulsed me, yet instead they made me tingle inside and made my pussy burn with need. My mind desperately tried to resist the temptation, but the resistance was weak and I slowly continued my collapse into submission.

As more of her cock slowly filled my vagina, she continued explaining our new relationship, “Good girl. I knew you would submit to me, Linda. I knew the first day when you couldn’t get your eyes off my tits. My double d’s so much bigger than your tiny training bra tits.” Her humiliating words hit hard as she concentrated on my biggest insecurity. I stopped moving on the cock, tears beginning to form again.

“Hmmmm, keeping taking my cock, Ms. Malone. Once it is completely inside your cunt, it becomes my cunt.”

The blunt declaration had me frozen in my tracks. The cock half inside me felt so good and I wanted more, but the revelation Latoya had just announced scared me. I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said. Once my cock is buried inside your whore cunt, I own it. I own you. You will lick my pussy whenever I tell you to. Your pussy will be available for me and others whenever we want it. You need a black Mistress, you crave a black Mistress, and you crave complete submission to me.”

“B-b-but I have a job,” I pleaded.

“Oh, I won’t wreck your career, slut. Unless you disobey me, then all promises are off. At school, you are the teacher and I the student, but when we are alone, I am the teacher and you the student; I am the Mistress and you the slave. Is that clear?”

“Ummmm…” I began.

“Don’t answer with your mouth, slut. Answer with your wet, eager, cunt. Which I bet right now wants nothing more than to be filled by your Mistress’s cock. With complete submission, comes complete pleasure. Now do it, slut. Bounce your fat white ass back on my cock, submit to me completely. Become my whore, my cunt, my white dyke, my….”

The nasty onslaught was too much and I ended it by taking the rest of her cock deep inside me. I moaned uncontrollably as the plastic cock filled me much deeper than my husband’s cock ever could.

“Good girl,” she purred, “who owns you?”

“You do,” I moaned, beginning to believe it, loving the pleasure I was currently feeling.

“Good girl,” she repeated. Her approval suddenly becoming important. “Now I am just going to kneel behind you as you fuck yourself. Go ahead slut, fuck yourself like the dirty whore you are.”

Desperate to come, I began to move up and down on my 18-year-old’s strap-on cock. Closing my eyes, I ignored the fact that I was submitting to a student, and instead just allowed the pleasure inside to take over. My moans increased and within only a couple of minutes I was close to an orgasm.

Suddenly, Latoya pulled the cock out of me and stepped off the bed. I moaned involuntarily, “Noooooooooo.”

She laughed, “You were close, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my hand going to my needy vagina.

“Stop!” she demanded.

I froze.

“You don’t get to come yet. Your Mistress, always, and I mean always, gets to orgasm first. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I replied, dejected and desperate.

“If you please me adequately, I may allow you to come,” she explained, taking off her cock, sliding off her panties and climbing onto my bed.

She straddled my face with her hairy vagina and slowly lowered it onto my mouth. Having never done this before, I was unsure what to do. Her scent was strong, and realizing that I was stuck like this until she came, I attempted to lick her vagina. Her taste was surprisingly good and addictive. It was incredibly awkward and hard to breathe. After a couple of minutes of licking, she began to rub her vagina on my face and I just lay there, my tongue extended, as she used my face to get off. Suddenly I was being flooded with sticky juice. Her juice was sweet and I suddenly couldn’t get enough of it. I eagerly lapped up her juice, attempting to get more of her nectar. Disappointingly, Latoya moved up and I reflexively moved up and attempted to continue to lap her juices.

She chuckled, “I taste amazing, don’t I?”

Suddenly realizing what I was doing, I froze.

She smiled. “You want more of my cunt juice, don’t you?”

Pretending to be repulsed, I lied, “No.”

“Liar,” she laughed, getting dressed. She reached into her purse and demanded, “Say cheese, Miss Malone.”

I quickly covered my face with my hands.

She raised her voice like a teacher would do when scolding a student, “Don’t you ever cover yourself in front of me again, slut.”

I slowly moved my hands away, keeping my head down, “Please don’t take my picture like this.”

She chuckled, “Slut, I will be taking many pictures of you. This first one is a great shot of you after your first pussy pleasing experience. Now look up.”

I obeyed reluctantly and she snapped a picture. “Slut, you look so sad.” She shrugged, adding, “Oh well, over time I think you will learn to love pleasuring me.” Putting her panties back on, she suggested, “You may want to go wash up, Ms. Malone, you look kinda slutty, plus you are going to be late.”

I began to go to the bathroom when she said, “By the way, don’t you dare touch yourself until I see you again, understood?”

I nodded by head yes, defeated and longing to come.

“Good,” she smiled, walking over to me. She put her hand back to my vagina and began to pump my already wet vagina.

I instantly began moaning as she explained, “You are such a slut, Ms. Malone, allowing your student to finger-fuck you in your own home.”

I was so ashamed, but her finger inside me was the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Do you want to come?” she asked.

“So bad,” I moaned, the orgasm beginning to build a second time.

“Well, you can’t,” she said, pulling her finger out of me. She sucked her finger that had just been in me and added, “Hmmm, not bad for an old cunt.”

She walked out of my room, leaving me wet and horny. I quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. I heard my front door close and I let out a sigh of relief. I looked in the mirror. My make-up was a mess. I washed up and also washed my vagina clean, the cold water submerging my wanton desires. Finally looking respectable, I rushed out of the house and to the school arriving twenty minutes late.

Ironically, nobody noticed I was late. Everything was normal until my daughter saw me and asked, “So how was your quality time with the butch?”

I instantly went red, as I stammered, “It-it-it was fine and don’t be so rude.”

She shrugged and disappeared back onto the dance floor. It was almost midnight when I heard the voice I prayed I wouldn’t hear tonight, “Hi, Ms. Malone.”

I turned around. She was alone with the smuggest smile possible on her face. She leaned in close enough so no one else could hear and ordered, “Be in your classroom in five minutes and don’t you dare be late.”

Before I could reason with her she was gone. Anxiety overwhelmed me, but also an excitement I couldn’t control. Maybe she would let me come. Just as quickly, I realized how absurd it was that I was worried about getting permission from a teenager to orgasm. I looked around and silently slipped out and headed towards my classroom determined to end this once and for all. I was the adult. I unlocked my door and waited and waited. Five minutes became ten and just as I was getting up to return to the dance she sauntered in.

“You weren’t leaving, were you?” she asked, her voice implying I’d better not have been.

I stammered, suddenly feeling weak again, “N-n-no.”

“Good, because I need to get off again,” she announced, walking to my desk. She demanded, “On your knees, teach.”

“Not here,” I pleaded.

“Would the gym be better?” she questioned.

“God, no,” I gasped.

“Then I’ll only say this one more time. On your knees.”

Seeing no way out of this other than to quickly please her, I obeyed. Latoya sat in my chair, opened her legs and said, “Get to work on your homework, slut.”

The word slut made me wince, but I ignored it and moved between her legs. Her strong scent still lingered and as soon as I tasted her wetness I let go of all inhibitions. I licked her pussy slowly, suddenly wanting to savour her flavour, just as suddenly I felt an undeniable tingle down below. Her scent was overpowering, somehow held in by her abundance of pubic hair. Her moans were low, but constant, which was an indicator I was doing ok. I continued this slow lapping for a long time before my knees began to get sore. Determined to get her off soon, I took her clit into my mouth and put pressure on it. Her legs twitched and she let a little scream and her moans increased exponentially. Doing what I would want done next to me if our roles were reversed, I slid a finger inside her vagina and began pumping it in and out. Within seconds, my face was again coated by her juice.

I kept licking her pussy until she pushed my head away.

She stood up and ordered, “Sit on your desk, teach.”

Praying for the sexual release my body longed for, I obeyed her order.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy?” she asked, pushing my legs apart.

“Yes,” I answered, no longer a teacher, but simply a vessel of pleasure.

“In your classroom? On your desk?” she questioned, her finger sliding inside my panties.

“Yes!” I answered, frustrated.

She fell to her knees, moved her head between my legs and paused. I held my breath waiting for her touch, craving it. Suddenly, she ordered, “Take off your panties.”

I quickly obeyed, discarding my panties in front of this 18-year-old black student. Propriety vanished; I was completely at her will.

“Good slut,” she purred, picking up the panties. She reached for an empty coke bottle on my desk and handed it to me. “Fuck yourself, slut.”

An overwhelming disappointment hit me, and my need to come vanished. “No. I can’t,” I responded.

“You don’t want to come?” she asked.

“Yes, no, not like that,” I replied, suddenly no longer wanting to.

She again pushed my legs apart and again fell onto her knees. The second her tongue made contact with my vagina I was a puddle of goo. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I screamed, “Oh sweet mother of mercy.”

I felt my vagina vibrate as she chuckled at my reaction. Literally within seconds I was sopping wet and when she demanded, “Hand me the bottle,” I didn’t even hesitate. I suddenly wanted it in me. She rubbed it up and down my vagina lips for a few seconds and then in one sudden thrust she filled me with the bottle. I whimpered, the sudden thrust filling me completely and spreading my vagina wider than I was accustomed to. She stood up, leaving the bottle in me. “Fuck yourself, Ms. Malone.”

My building orgasm all I cared about now, I grabbed the bottle end and began fucking myself with it. I pumped it in and out of my cunt ferociously and in less than a minute I was having my most powerful orgasm in my life. I bit my lip to hold in the scream that usually echoed off walls when I orgasmed.

I looked up and saw Latoya with her iphone and I assumed she had taped my sexual perversion. She smiled and said, “And you say you are not a slut.” She put her phone in her purse and said, “There is a gift in your desk from me. It is one of your punishments. I expect you to wear it at school on Monday.”

“What is it?” I asked, my orgasm still sending shivers of joy through me.

“Take a look when you are done coming, slut,” she answered, heading for the door.

I pulled the bottle out of me and stood up, attempting to regain my composure. “Where are my panties?”

She pulled them out of her purse. “A souvenir. Hopefully, you are not a leaker.”

With that she was gone. I fell back onto my chair and attempted to recover. Opening my desk drawer, I saw a silver egg shaped thing. I looked at it and after thinking for a few seconds I was horrified. She wanted me to wear this in my vagina for school on Monday. I put it in my purse; no way I wanted some colleague to go through my desk for some reason and find a sex toy. I realized I still had her juice on my face, so I quickly left my room and luckily made it to a bathroom without detection. I cleaned myself up, again, and returned to the dance. Thankfully, Latoya seemed to be gone and I supervised the remainder of the dance with a constant reminder of Latoya: a bit of leakage from my well-pleased vagina.

*****

All weekend I tossed and turned about what to do about my predicament. She had pictures and video to blackmail me. If I attempted to resist her, my career would be over. On the other hand, if I continued to obey her, my career was bound to be in jeopardy as well. Yet, every dream I had over the weekend included me pleasing Latoya. By Monday, I was an anxiety-riddled mess and considered calling in sick, but was worried that she would take that as disobedience.

I put the egg in me over the weekend and found that, after a few minutes, I was used to it being there. It was inconvenient and a distraction, but controllable. So, I obeyed Latoya’s order and went to work on Monday with the egg in me. The day flew by, the only real distraction from the toy, when I would forget it was there and sit down too quickly. Then came my last period.

Latoya came in with her usual smug smile and gave me a subtle wink. I was teaching for a few minutes, lecturing on Hamlet, when I felt a sudden jolt in my vagina, a slow buzzing. I looked to Latoya who had a big grin plastered all over her face. In her hand was a remote control, which I assumed was for the toy inside me. Seconds later, the vibrations increased and I held onto my podium.

A student asked, “Are you ok, Ms. Malone?”

Just as suddenly the vibrating stopped and I replied, “Yes, sorry. I got dizzy there for a second. I am suddenly not feeling real well. So, class, get into groups and list five things Hamlet discusses in his ‘To Be or Not to Be’ soliloquy.”

Sitting at my desk, I looked up to Latoya who smiled, but thankfully didn’t turn the toy back on. Once class ended, Latoya waited for everyone to leave, sauntered over and asked, “Do you want to come, Ms. Malone?”

“Not here,” I answered.

She handed me the remote control, “My gift to you. Now you can come anytime you want.”

I took it and quickly dropped it in my purse. She added, “Watch the door for me.”

She went behind my desk and quickly pulled off her panties. She handed them to me. “I figured you would be going through withdrawal by now.”

I held them in my hand, stunned by what she had given me.

She whispered, “You may want to hide them, it may be weird if someone came in and saw you with soiled panties your hand.”

I quickly dropped them into my bag as she added, “I fucked myself twice to orgasm thinking about all the things I plan to do to you.”

“Please, stop,” I whispered.

“Oh, I am just getting started, Ms. Malone.” She smiled and began to leave my room. Turning as she left, she added, “By the way, keep Wednesday evening clear. I have plans for you.”

I began to say I wasn’t available Wednesday, but she added, waving her phone in the air, “This is non-negotiable.” She winked and was gone.

All flushed, I packed my papers for marking, and made my way home.

Home earlier than normal and horny, I quickly went up to my bedroom, lay down on my bed and turned on the toy. The good vibrations instantly had me feeling good and I reached reflectively to my bag and pulled out Latoya’s panties. They were slightly damp and sticky and I couldn’t resist. I moved them to my nose and took a whiff, the scent was as intoxicating as it had been on Friday and I instantly got wetter. I closed my eyes and imagined being between her legs again. The buzzing was building an orgasm in me and as I got closer I opened my mouth and sucked on my student’s soiled panties. Her sweet taste was addictive and I attempted to suck any remnants of her juice as my orgasm hit me. I screamed into her panties and quaked on my bed. I lay there immobile as I recovered from the orgasm. Once it had subsided, I tossed her panties away and quickly pulled the toy out of me. Aghast at what I was becoming, tears flew down my cheeks like a rainstorm. How was I ever going to get out of this mess?

*****

Tuesday was uneventful again until my final class. Latoya wasn’t in class when it began and I felt a sudden relief and yet oddly disappointment. I was fifteen minutes into class when she walked in and interrupted the class. “Sorry teach, I was getting homework ready for you.”

I caught her innuendo, she didn’t say ‘I was getting my homework for you,’ which implied she had homework for me. I replied, “Take a seat, Ms. Wallace.”

She did and the rest of the class went normally. Again, Latoya waited till everyone was gone before coming to my desk and asking, “Did you use my panties yesterday?”

“No,” I lied.

She called me out. “Liar. I can always tell when you are lying.”

“How?”

“That is for me only. So unless you want more punishments added, you will answer my question properly.”

I sighed, “Twice.”

“Reeeeallllly,” she said, over-dramatically.

“Yes,” I answered, ashamed by my weakness.

“So I am guessing you would like a fresh pair?”

At the thought of her wet panties my panties got wet too. Although mortified by my growing desires and desperate to stop them, I nodded instead.

She smiled and informed me, “And do I have a treat for you.”

She checked the door, moved out of immediate view and quickly took off her panties. She handed them to me and I, without even thinking, put them to my nose. Just as quickly, I realized what I had just done and dropped them into my bag.

She laughed out loud, “Oh my, I really have turned you into a little lez slut.”

I went ruby red.

“By the way, when you get home to fuck your cunt and smell my sweet soiled panties and put them in your mouth, you will get an extra gift.”

“What?” I asked, nervously.

“Hank’s cum. That is why I was late. He fucked me before class and his cum was leaking out of me all class.”

“Oh my god,” I responded. Hank was a six foot four black student and all-star linebacker for our football team. He already had scholarships to almost every school in the country.

“Oh my god, yes,” she purred. “His cock is so fucking big. You will love it in that white cunt of yours.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me,” she smiled and began walking away. Again turning before leaving, “And remember after school tomorrow you are mine.”

“I can’t,” I quickly said.

She smiled, “If you don’t I will bring the plan to school and trust me you don’t want that.” When I didn’t respond, she asked, “So you are free tomorrow?”

I nodded ‘yes’, reluctantly.

“Excellent, and make sure to wear those stay up stockings. Have fun with the cum,” she finished, leaving me alone and mortified.

I again quickly packed up my things and went home. Although the temptation was there to smell her scent, I ignored it throughout the evening. Unfortunately, at bedtime, I tossed and turned, my thoughts continually teasing me. After an hour of restlessness, I gave in to my temptations. I got up, grabbed the soiled panties and returned to bed. I lay back on my bed and began pleasuring myself as my other hand moved her panties to my nose. The scent was different, but still intoxicating. I moved the panties inside out and looked at the dried stain. I put it to my mouth and sucked on her panties while sliding two fingers inside my fiery vagina. The naughty act made me even hotter. I came hard from my feeling of moral degradation and the filthy act I was performing. I spit the panties out, and, past exhaustion, fell asleep in seconds.

*****

I dressed the next day and wore the thigh highs she had requested. I was petrified at the thought of what Latoya had planned for me, yet a small part of me was intrigued and had me distracted and horny all day. Latoya gave no hints during class and once class was done she handed me a folded piece of paper and left without a word.

Once alone, my hand quivering, I opened the paper and read the brief note:

My teacher slut,
Be at the following address at 4:30…not one second later.
Your Mistress

P.S.-Expect a long night.

I sighed, terrified of what might occur, and yet I could feel wetness forming in my panties. I attempted to ignore my problem by marking a few essays. I left early enough to make sure I arrived on time, pulling into her driveway a few minutes early. I sat in my car a nervous wreck: a mixture of anxiety and excitement that had my head spinning. Finally, three minutes early, I got out of my car and knocked on her front door.

I waited a couple of minutes, which allowed my anxiety to build. I felt like any car that drove by could see through my conservative outer attire to the submissive woman I was becoming. She finally opened the door and ordered, “Get in here, slut.”

I quickly entered her home and followed her to the living room. She ordered, “On your knees, slut.”

I obeyed and felt my stickiness swish between my legs. Latoya sat down and ordered, “Come get a snack, slut.”

As she opened her legs, my mouth watered and I without any thought crawled over to her and between her waiting legs. Although her panties had pacified my craving the past couple of days, that was nothing to the captivating aroma of the real thing. I actually lingered between her legs and allowed her luxurious scent to fill me. Finally, I leaned forward and began licking her already wet pussy. Her sweet juice was so appetizing that I wanted to sit between her legs forever, ignoring society’s values and just allowing myself to let go…in many ways it was liberating to not be in control. I slowly licked up and down, allowing her wetness to slowly leak out. I continued this slow pleasing for minutes until her moans increased and she demanded, “Faster, slut.” Obeying, I buried my face into her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth and being encompassed by her scent. As her moans increased I slid two fingers inside her and hooked my fingers searching for her g-spot. It didn’t take long and, as soon as I began tapping it, her legs tightened around my head and she screamed and sprayed me with a flow of her juice. I eagerly lapped up as much of her juice as I could, completely addicted to her taste. After a couple of minutes I was pushed away, my face dripping with her juice. “Fuck! You are an insatiable white slut. Some other day, I will let you give me orgasm after orgasm, but today I have different plans for you.”

I looked up from my subservient position and asked, “What?”

“You will see soon,” she smiled and ordered, “follow me.”

I followed, on my knees, into her room. She said, “On the bed is your outfit. Change into it, keep the stockings on, and wait until I come and get you.”

She left her room and I stood up and went to the bed. On the bed was a maid’s outfit. I sighed, wondering what she had in store for me. I put on the skimpy Halloween-style outfit with a skirt that clearly showed the entire top of my thigh high stockings. I looked like a complete whore. A hot whore, but a whore nonetheless. I waited over half an hour and heard the front door open and close. I heard a second voice and a chill went up my spine. Finally, Latoya returned to her room. She said, “It is time.”

“For what?” I asked.

“You will see,” she smiled, “follow me.”

I began walking behind her when she turned and ordered, “Crawl.”

I fell back onto my knees and followed, my cheeks again burning with humiliation. She led me into a different room and I heard a shower running. Latoya ordered, “Stand up!”

I obeyed and she grabbed some Christmas wrapping paper and ordered, “Don’t move.”

As she began wrapping me, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“I am wrapping my mom’s Christmas present,” she explained, rather matter-of-factly.

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me. You are going to be my Mom’s early Christmas present.”

“Why?” I asked, stupefied.

“That will all come out very soon,” she smiled.

I stood still stunned as she slowly wrapped me up. I heard the shower end just as my upper body was wrapped. If my earlier plight was mortifying, that was nothing to what was about to happen. Losing my job flashed before me. Latoya ordered, “Now be a good slut and remain still and silent.” What choice did I have?

I stood motionless for a couple of minutes, until I heard a voice say in the distance, “Are you kidding me?”

Latoya responded, “Oh no, I am not. She is Barry Malone’s daughter.” Why would that matter, I wondered.

“No fucking way,” she repeated, clearly shocked.

“So she is yours to use as you please, Mommy,” a very sweet voiced Latoya said, seemingly eager for her mother’s approval.

“Wow,” Latoya’s mom repeated, clearly stunned by the revelation.

“Do you want to unwrap her?” Latoya asked.

“I guess I should,” she answered, her voice still showing hints of bewilderment and shock.

I felt the paper being tugged off me and slowly I was revealed to Latoya’s mom: a very attractive, slightly chubby, black woman. She was wearing a robe and had an amused smile on her face. She talked as if I wasn’t there, “Well, she is pretty.”

“Yes, very pretty,” Latoya agreed.

“And dressed up as a maid,” she noticed, “how ironic.”

“I thought you would like that, Mommy,” the sweet voiced Latoya doppelganger said.

Once I was completely unwrapped, Latoya’s mother asked, “How long do I have her for?”

“Tonight, until you are done with her, but she is actually yours to use as you please forever,” Latoya said proudly.

I gasped.

Latoya’s menacing look returned as she asked me, “Isn’t that right, slut?”

I stammered, “I-I-I guess so.”

Latoya’s Mother smiled, “This is so delicious.” She walked over and appraised me. She grabbed my breasts through the sheer maid outfit and sneered, “These are puny.”

Latoya laughed, “Yes, she obsesses over my breasts, wait until she sees yours, mommy.”

“Oh really!,” the Mother said, “You like my daughter’s big breasts?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stammered nervously, her touch also a distraction.

“You ate my daughter’s pussy?” she asked.

I stammered again, “Y-y-yes,” my shame burning hotter than hell.

“Did she eat your whore cunt?” the Mother asked, her hand going down to my sopping pussy.

I answered, “Only for a few seconds.”

She chuckled, “Latoya, you are turning into a domme, aren’t you?”

“Like daughter, like mother,” Latoya joked, clearly proud to be complimented.

“She is sopping wet,” Latoya’s Mother announced. “Why are you so wet?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, really not knowing the reason and not ready to admit my weakness.

“Oh you know, don’t you? You are just not ready to admit you’re real personality.”

“My personality?” I questioned, moaning as her black finger entered me.

“Yes, you are a white slut who craves complete submission. Who probably didn’t even know you craved it, even though when you were young you were surrounded by black people who served you. Yet, the reality is you should have served them.”

My face went redder as I reminisced about my childhood. I wasn’t sure she was right, but I had admired their beauty and bigger breasts, although never sexually.

“Answer me, slut!” the Mother’s voice boomed, “Do you get turned on by big black tits?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stuttered.

“See, isn’t admitting it liberating?” She smiled, her anger gone as quickly as it arrived. “Now just let your mind go and let your new Mistress guide you to your proper place.”

Oddly, it was liberating. Although still nervous, my mind decided to just let go as ordered and the next words out of my mouth surprised me, “Yes, Mistress, I am yours.”

Her smile showed her happiness and she opened her robe revealing the biggest breasts I had ever seen in person. “Come to Mommy,” she purred, pulling me into her breasts.

I took her big nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I sucked on the big breast, slowly enjoying the touch of real breasts in comparison to my small ones. Mother explained as she let out a small moan, “You understand, I own you now.”

I didn’t take the nipple out of my mouth as I looked up nervously. “Yes, I am yours.”

Latoya added, completely out of the blue, “Her oldest daughter is eighteen, Mommy.”

“Reeeeally,” the Mother smiled. “Well isn’t that interesting.”

I begged, “Please leave my daughter out of this, I will do anything.”

“Yes, you will,” she purred and ordered, “get on the bed.”

I obeyed, trepidation and excitement crashing into each other.

“Good slut,” the Mother purred, going into her closet. She returned with a thicker, longer strap-on than the one Latoya had fucked me with a few days earlier. In her other hand was a much smaller vibe. She climbed behind me and quickly filled me with the long toy.

I screamed, “Oh my God.”

Latoya’s Mother, my new Mistress, said, “You like that, slut?”

“Yeeeeessss,” I moaned, no longer caring about being prim and proper. I needed to be fucked.

“You like my cock,” she teased.

“I love it in my vagina,” I moaned.

“Your vagina!” she howled out loud. “Sluts don’t have vaginas, they have pussies or cunts. Now tell me where my cock is.”

I blushed, not used to using profanity. “Your cock is filling my cunt so completely,” I shuddered.

She thrust the big cock in and out of me hard and fast, bringing unbridled pleasure. Within a couple of minutes of constant fucking, I was delirious with pleasure when she suddenly stopped. She ordered, “Latoya, get the lube.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she replied, and disappeared into the closet.

The black woman fucking me said, “I am guessing you have never been fucked in the ass, have you?”

“Nooo,” I replied, suddenly scared.

“But you want to, right?” she asked, in a tone that made it very clear it wasn’t a question I could answer ‘no’ to. To help my decision, she quickly gave my cunt five hard deep thrusts.

I replied, giving her the answer she wanted to hear, “I am yours, Mistress. Fuck me as you see fit.” I couldn’t believe the words out of my mouth. I didn’t want my ass fucked. Yet….

“Good girl,” she replied, “you are a fast learner.” Latoya handed her mother the lube and I suddenly felt the cold goo between my ass cheeks.

She turned on the slim vibe, which suddenly made me relax. In comparison to the eight-inch cock buried in me, this toy was tiny. “Beg for me to fuck your ass, slut.”

The buzzing toy was teasing my anal entrance, causing a new sensation. My begging was not faked as I suddenly wanted to feel it in me, my desperation to orgasm so great I would do anything. “Please, Mistress, fuck my ass with your toy. Make me your anal whore.”

She chuckled, speaking to her daughter, “Wow, we have really broke down her shy exterior, haven’t we?”

“Indeed.” Latoya laughed too.

Soon I felt a buzzing sensation slowly penetrate my ass. It burned a bit, but my wet cunt and need to orgasm overpowered the slight discomfort. Slowly the vibrator went deeper in me until I couldn’t fathom anything going deeper. I whimpered, two toys deep inside me. I had never felt so filled, so completely fucked in my life. Without instruction, I begged, “Please, Mistress, fuck both my holes. Make me come like the white slut I am.”

She obliged and began fucking me hard again while also pumping my ass. The double sensation was over the top and I began to get animated in ways I never had before. “Oh my God yes, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass. Make me your whore. Yes Mistress, I am yours, yes, yes, oh fill me completely. Oh god, yeeeeeeeeees.” I came harder than I ever could possibly have imagined and as the orgasm quaked through me, my black Mistress spanked my ass, pushing the vibrating toy in my ass deeper into me, causing such a mixture of pain and pleasure that I actually passed out.

When I woke up a couple of minutes later, the buzzing in my ass was still going, but I was on my back. “You’re awake,” my new black mistress said.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You passed out from pleasure as far as I can tell. How long have you been holding back your real desires?”

“A lifetime,” I answered, the teasing in my ass keeping me wet and horny.

She climbed on top of me, her massive double d, or maybe even bigger, breasts tangled in my face. “Ready to taste your Mistress?”

“Yes,” I replied, hoping she was as sweet as her daughter. She straddled my face and lowered an even hairier bush onto my face. I eagerly extended my tongue and took in the uniquely different bouquet. It was just as intoxicating, but completely different. I licked her pussy lips with a bit of a struggle because of her abundance of pussy hair, but eventually got into a rhythm as I slowly painted her pussy lips with my tongue. I continued for what seemed like an eternity almost being hot-boxed by her pussy. The constant buzzing in my ass teased me and I desperately wanted to come again. Feeling slightly claustrophobic suddenly, I reached for her clit and pulled it into my mouth. I sucked it in as best I could and felt Latoya’s mom shudder. Hoping she was close, I flicked her clit over and over again, each flick making her twitch. I continued this for a couple of minutes, until she suddenly bounced on my face for a few seconds, treating my face like she was riding a cock, and I was rewarded with a stream of her juice. She came even harder and fuller than her daughter and I felt like I was sprayed by a firehose. I eagerly lapped as much juice as I could while her cunt lingered over me as her orgasm spread through her.

Finally, she got off me and collapsed beside me onto her back, her beautiful voluptuous breasts now taunting me. I was just about to get up, when suddenly Latoya straddled my face and lowered her wet pussy onto my just fucked face. Exhausted and my neck killing me, I went directly to her clit. Luckily, watching me pleasure her mother got her very wet and she was moaning rather quickly. In less than two minutes, I felt a second spray of juice cover my face. The mixture of their juices created a new flavour. She moved off me and slid two fingers into my pussy. She began finger-fucking me fast and I begged, “Oh yes, don’t stop, fuck me hard.”

She slid a third finger in and then a fourth, spreading my pussy beyond anything it had ever felt other than child delivery. I whimpered and watched in awe as she smiled at me and allowed her whole fist to disappear inside my cunt. I would not have thought it was possible. I was filled completely and she began opening her fist inside me. She said, “Holy shit, slut. You took my whole fist.”

I couldn’t believe my next words. “Fist fuck me, fist fuck your teacher. Oh my God, it feels so incredible, so fucking amazing.”

My mouth was silenced by Latoya’s Mom’s breasts, and I just sucked them like I was nursing and allowed the fist inside me to thrill me. Suddenly I felt my ass being slapped too and for the second time in an hour I came harder than I ever had before and for the second time in a row…I passed out.

When I awoke the second time, Latoya’s mother was back in her robe and Latoya was dressed too. I replayed the past hour in my head and was suddenly mortified by my actions.

Latoya then suddenly explained everything to me, shocking me one last time. “So, Ms. Malone, did you ever wonder why I picked you to seduce?”

“No idea,” I answered, just trying to rebuild my strength.

“Well, do you remember a case back when you were just a child, the Robinson case?” Latoya asked.

“Not really,” I answered, admitting, “I usually ignored my father’s legal decisions. I often disagreed with the final decision anyway.”

“You did?” Latoya asked, suddenly caught off guard.

“Yes,” I admitted, “my father and I never saw eye to eye.”

“Huh?” she let out, clearly surprised by this for some reason. “I almost feel bad now.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For my revenge,” she answered.

Now it was my time to look confused. “Revenge?”

“Yes, I picked you because of your father,” she revealed.

“Why?”

“Your father put my innocent grandfather behind bars which led to my Mother being put in social services,” she revealed.

“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling vulnerable completely naked in front of two black women my father had so horribly injured. I gave my sincere sympathies, “I am really sorry. My father is a stubborn racist man.”

Mother finally spoke, “Well, on the bright side, regardless of the motive we now have us a white slut and you Ms. Malone have not one, but two Mistresses.”

I smiled, suddenly aware that I was indeed happy with the results, having never came to close to the sexual fulfillment I had today, “That is true.”

Latoya still befuddled, “Y-y-you are ok with this?”

I got off the bed, walked over to her and dropped to my knees, and gave myself to her…mind, body and soul. “I didn’t know such pleasure existed. I couldn’t go back in time and stop my father and I don’t want to go back in time and stop you. I always had these nagging doubts inside me, that I never understood until you grabbed them and pulled them out.”

My new Mistress explained, “All women are either sub or domme by nature. It is obvious you have lived your life in denial about who you are.”

Latoya blurted, “Fuck, now I am horny again.”

Her mother pointed out, “Well, you do have a perfectly good white slave on her knees before you.”

“Hmmm, that I do, don’t I,” Latoya mused.

Removing her skirt again, her hairy pussy coming into view, she smiled, “One for the road, slut?”

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and began licking one of my two Mistress’s pussy. Having already come once, her scent was even stronger and more heavenly.

A couple of minutes into it, my other Mistress said to her daughter, “So tell me about out our slut’s daughter.”

THE END

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for years i have had this fantasy of my mom fucking me hard with a strap on. I finally got it down in this story.

“Are you fucking Jessie, are you fucking my girlfriend?” Jill shouted, “Are you Lily, are you fucking your own mother’s girlfriend! Tell me the truth…now!”

Jill stood over her daughter, her hands on her full hips over a stylish raincoat. Jill looked down on her daughter, who nervously flipped through a fashion magazine, her back propped up with pillows on her bed. Lilly was dressed in a cute pair of short-shorts and thin tank top that revealed her small breasts and the outline of her perfect nipples.

Lily anxiously chewed at her bottom lip and couldn’t look her mother in the face.

“I…I…of course not,” Lily protested, “What makes you think I would do a thing like that?”

“This,” Jill said as she produced a silky thong from behind her back and threw it in her daughter’s face. It was most certainly one of Lily’s thongs and she could smell herself on it.

“Listen mom, I can explain,” Lilly said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Don’t even bother trying to lie to me,” Jill said spat at her daughter, “I know all about it.”

Lily’s body began to shake.

“It was only once mom, I promise. You were away and Jessie and I were drinking and hanging out. We got so drunk, we didn’t even know it was happening until it was …too late. I am so sorry,” Lily’s voice cracked and she began to cry.

“Stop crying Lily. It’s just that you are my daughter and I thought I could trust you,” then Jill smiled wickedly down on her beautiful seventeen year old daughter, “But don’t think I’m going to let you get away with this, you are going to have to make it up to your mother.”

“Of course mommy,” Lily stammered, “I’ll do anything.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” said Jill as she unbuckled her long raincoat. Under the coat Jill wore nothing but a sheer black bra, stockings and heels and a rather large black strap on cock.
“Mom, what the fuck are you doing dressed like that?” Lily asked, her eyes were filled with both fear and curiosity. Lily’s eyes darted from her mother’s grinning face to the big dildo now just inches from her open mouth.

“Well the way I see it,” hissed Jill, pushing strands of blonde hair from her daughter’s pretty face, “is that if my girlfriend got to fuck you, then I should get to fuck you too. Sound’s fair doesn’t it?”
“Holy shit mom, I mean I am sorry, I made a big mistake, but this…this is just wrong…you are my mother for fuck sake!” said Lily as she trembled with the sheer excitement of the moment.

“Well right now dear, I see you as the bitch that fucked my girlfriend, and broke my trust, and now you are going to pay,” said Jill as she stared at her daughter’s hot body and noticed that her nipples grew harder. Jill began to stroke the strap on cock in front of her blushing daughter.

Lily’s mind began to race. Everything told her that this was wrong that it was crazy, that she should run from the room and escape from her sex crazed mother. Yet despite everything Lily was turned on, and could feel her pussy and clit respond to the image in front of her. Here was her hot, sexy mother, the object of many of her late night fantasies, the unspeakable fantasies of being seduced and fucked by her loving mother. Now she stood before her with those huge soft breasts, and long stiff nipples, as she spit on her hand and pumped the liquid around the bulbous head of the strap-on cock.

“Oh fuck mom, you look so hot! I have been such a bad girl. Yes, its only fair that you should fuck me, like the slut I am,” said Lily as she opened her legs wide, revealing a damp spot along the camel-toe in her tight pink short shorts.

Lily grabbed the cock and pulled her mother onto the bed, and the two kissed passionately. Jill aggressively pushed her tongue deep into Lily`s mouth and moaned as her daughter sucked on it like a slick cock.

Lily pulled her mother`s hair out of its bun so it fell along her beautiful face. Lily broke the kiss and pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her firm soft breasts to her mother`s admiring stare.

“Oh Lily, the truth is, I have fantasized about fucking you for a long time now, and when Jessie told me how hot you were in bed, I knew I had to have you,“ Jill said in a breathy voice as her hands began to roam over her daughter’s sexy body.

Jill took one of Lily`s stiff nipples into her warm wet mouth and both mother and daughter moaned with pleasure. Jill flicked her tongue back and forth over the stiff nub before sinking her teeth into the nipple so her daughter yelped and arched her back off the bed.

As Jill lavished love and attention on her daughter`s amazing breasts, she pulled at the top of Lilly`s shorts. Lily`s lifted her ass and allowed her mother to remove the shorts and thong in one motion.

Jill leaned back and took in the vision of her daughter as Lily spread her legs in front of her mother. Lily was petite, but curvy with small firm breasts. Her skin was soft and tanned and her pussy was slick, pink and completely shaved. This was not a surprise to Jill as she would steal peeks at her daughter in the shower whenever she could.

Lily spread her cunt lips with her fingers so her mother could see her shiny wet pussy, “This is the bad pussy that fucked Jessie mom. See how bad it is, it gets so wet looking at your big cock mommy. Please touch it mommy, touch my bad, bad, cunt,“ Lily hissed as she leered up at her mother.

Jill`s finger gently slid up and down inside her daughter`s slick cunt lips, and Lily arched her back and moaned. As Jill pulled her fingers away a thin sticky strand of her daughter`s juices clung to her fingers like an erotic spider`s web.

Jill looked into her daughter`s half-lidded eyes as she slipped the creamy wet fingers into her own mouth and moaned, “Oh Lily,“ she sighed, “Your pussy tastes so sweet and wonderful, but before I eat your hot wet cunt I want your mouth on mommy`s breasts.“

Without hesitation Lily buried her face in her mother`s cleavage, as she kissed and sucked Jill`s fat stiff nipples through the stiff sheer fabric of the bra.

“Take it off mommy,“ Lily pleaded.

When Jill swiftly removed the bra Lily took one of the puffy nipples into her mouth and sucked hungrily and one then the other. An overpowering combination of lust and love coursed through Jill`s body as she felt her daughters mouth and teeth play with her breasts and nipples. She let Lily suck and nibble on her excited nipples as she pushed the dildo back against her engorged clit. Jill knew that she would cum if Lily continued to make love to her breasts. She would not let that happen, not yet.

“You are such a hot little bitch aren`t you? Well mommy is going to make you my hot little bitch do you understand? “ said Jill as she pushed her daughter back onto the bed.

Jill bent forward and licked her daughter’s breasts flicking her tongue over the pointed and hard nipples. Jill supported herself with one hand on the mattress as she slipped the other hand between her daughter’s thighs, lightly tracing her fingers over the firm tanned skin.

Lily’s breath was uneven as she looked her mother in the eyes, “Yes, mommy make me your hot little bitch, fuck me mommy, just the way Jessie fucked me! “

Jill let her hand cup her daughter’s soft pussy mound and started to grind the hard heal of her hand on Lily’s clit then she slipped her index finger deep into her daughter’s cunt.

“Oh baby, you are so wet, “ Jill cried out as she sucked her daughter’s nipple and part of her firm breast into her hungry mouth.

Lily moaned and humped her bum off the bed meeting every thrust of her mother’s finger with one of her own.

Jill held her thumb over Lily’s hard clit and let pressed down hard as she finger fucked her daughter hard and fast. The pussy was so tight she wondered if she would be able to get the dildo inside her.

When Jill lifted her head Lily pulled her mother’s mouth to hers and they kissed passionately as Jill slipped a second finger into her daughter’s tight pussy. Lilly pushed her small firm tits up into the softness of her mother’s amazing breasts. Lily had dreamed of this moment for so long and now she moaned into her mother’s mouth as she pushed her mother’s finger deeper into her wet cunt.

“How do you want mommy to fuck you, you hot little bitch? “ Jill asked when their lips parted. They both breathed heavily and Lily’s cheeks were flushed.

Lily moaned as she felt the hard dildo cock slide over her flat tummy, “Oh fuck mommy, Jessie did me on top, oh mommy she fucked me so good! “

“Then that’s how I am going to fuck you little whore, “ Jill hissed down at her daughter.

“Then get it wet you nasty little cunt, “ Jill cried as she thrust the tip of the cock through her daughters soft lips.

Lily opened her mouth and eagerly took the cock into her mouth, accepting her mother’s gentle thrusts as the cock head touched the back of her throat and threatened to gag her.

“Look at my nasty little cunt take that cock, “ Jill hissed as Lily coated the big cock with her spit. Their eyes locked as the cock began to choke Lilly.

Jill slid the cock from her daughter’s willing mouth then sat back on Lily’s thighs. She reached out with both hands and squeezed her daughter’s breasts then pinched her stiff nipples fiercely.

Jill lifted one of Lily’s flexible legs to her shoulder speeding her thighs wide open. Jill looked down on her daughter’s puffy, wet cunt and moaned.

“You nasty little bitch, mommy will teach you not to fuck around with my lover, “ Jill screamed.

“Oh fuck mommy, yes, teach me a lesson, tear into my cunt with that big cock of yours. Oh fuck mommy, my nasty cunt needs it so bad, “ Lily cried out.

Jill grunted and thrust her hips forward, pushing the bulbous head into her daughter’s tight pussy, “Oh, fuck my little bitch is so fucking tight! “

Both Jill and Lily groaned with pleasure as Lily’s hot, wet pussy opened to accept her mother’s urgent thrusts.

“Oh fuck mommy, it’s so fucking good! Don’t stop fucking my bad fucking cunt mommy, never stop fucking me! “ Lily screamed.

Lily met her mother’s thrusting cock with her own lust filled movements, lifting her tight ass off the bed.

Jill marveled as the cock steadily disappeared into the grip of Lily’s dropping cunt. Lily whimpered and moaned with each thrust and when the cock disappeared into her daughters cunt Jill leaned down and kissed Lily trusting her tongue into hr open mouth in rhythm to the fucking dildo. At that instant she loved her daughter more than she ever thought imaginable. Lily had surrendered her cunt to her, and of course her love as well.

“Oh fuck mommy loves her nasty little slut, “ she cried out, then bit Lily’s soft bottom lip hard.

Jill reared back and began to fuck her daughter hard. With each stroke she slammed her pelvis against Lily’s soft pussy mound as she buried the cock deep into her daughter’s dripping cunt.

Lilly groaned and encircled her legs around her mother’s waist moaning loudly as her mother fucked her like the slut she knew she was.

The shiny black straps of the harness rubbed fiercely on Jill’s engorged clit as she screwed in and out. The sensation was almost too much for Jill to bear but she held out wanting to cum with her daughter. Jill’s thighs began to tremble with anticipation as she bucked her hips and slammed the big black cock deep into her daughter’s pussy.

Lily was whimpering uncontrollably as her mother drilled her soaked cunt with the dildo. She reached up and grabbed her mother’s swinging breasts and twisted the long stiff nipples mercilessly with her finger nails. Jill screamed with pleasure and pain.

Jill had her hands on her daughter’s firm soft thighs as she pounded her pussy mercilessly with the big dildo. She could feel Lily’s cunt grab at the cock as she arched her back.

With one hand she slapped her daughter’s breasts hard and screamed, “Cum on mommy’s big cock you sick little cunt slut! Cream that tight cunt all over my big black cock! “

“OHHHH FUCKKKK MOMMMMY!! I’MMM CUMMMMMINNG!!! “ Lily sputtered at the top of her laboured lungs.

Jill pushed the cock hard through the resistance of her daughterès convulsing cunt, until her own pussy erupted with a climax more powerful that any she had every experienced before.

“OHHH BABBBY MOMMY IS CUMMING FOR YOU, YOU NASTY FUCKING BITCH!! “ Jill shouted drooling saliva down over her daughter’s sweaty contorted face.

Mother and daughter groaned as they came together, their pussies throbbed into climax after climax as their juices spread down their thighs and down onto Lily’s bed.

“Oh mommy don’t stop, make my filthy cunt cum again, make me your nasty little cunt bitch, oh mommy please, “ Lily pleaded breathlessly.

Jill leaned over her plastic cock still buried in her daughter’s creamy cum-filled cunt and slipped her thrusting tongue into Lily’s wet mouth.

“You fucking little cunt, don’t think I have forgiven you yet! “ Jill said angrily and sent a gob of her spit into her daughter’s open mouth then thrust her tongue after it.

Lily humped her ass off the bed to meet her mother’s thrusting cock and groaned, “Oh mommy maybe I can make it up to you by fucking you as good as you fucked me, “ groaned with a wicked smile as she twisted her mother’s long hard nipples between her fingers.

“Oh fuck baby, I think that is a very good idea, but not until I make you cum again! “ said Jill firmly. The thought of her beautiful daughter fucking her with the big cock brought Jill to the verge of another climax.

“Oh fuck mommy, I love being your hot little bitch! “ yelled as she raked her fingernails over her mother’s hard nipples.

Jill groaned and her cunt contracted and her creamy cunt juice spilled around the sides of the strap-on harness.

“I love it too baby, “ Jill said as she thrust her head back in sheer pleasure as she slammed the cock into her daughters tight cunt, “I love it too!“

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Carmelita is humiliated at at college by her sister-mistress!

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Six: Humiliating Big Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Juana Campo

The collar jingled about Carmelita’s neck as she walked through the cafeteria, heading away from my side. My obedient sister-slave strutted, her tight skirt gripping her curvy ass. Dark-brown hair bounced about her shoulders. Students glanced at her, boys with hungry eyes.

Maybe I’d sell her ass to a few of the boys. My lezzie slave would hate that. It would make her feel so much shame and humiliation. She’d cum so hard. That made my pussy clench so hard, itching in the skimpy pair of panties I wore today.

I followed, licking lips, loving the power. Carmelita’s surrender was so sweet. She snuck into my bedroom this morning, while our parents were just getting up to start their day, and drank my morning piss and licked me to a wonderful, if quiet, orgasm.

She risked getting caught by our father, being revealed to be a lesbian to the bigot. I was so proud of her.

And now she had more to do. My sister had restitutions to make to all the girls she bullied, all the lesbians she degraded. I wasn’t the only person she’d blackmailed into licking her pussy, heaping shame and derision on us because she hated her own desires. But I freed her.

Carmelita stopped at Tonya’s table, a blonde lesbian. The girl tensed, seeing my sister.

I moved close enough to hear.

“I’m so sorry for bullying you, Tonya,” Carmelita said. “I…I took out my own self-hatred on you because…” Deep breath. “I’m a lesbian.”

“No shit,” Tonya muttered, an edge to her voice, brittle. Her pale face trembled, her body shaking like she prepared to flinch.

“So, to make it up to you.” Carmelita glanced at the other girls sitting at the table staring at her. “I will eat your pussy.”

Tonya’s jaw dropped.

“I’ll be in the bathroom. Last stall. If you want…” Carmelita licked her lips. “I will make you cum so hard, Tonya. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I’m a dyke-cunt. A pussy-licking lezzie-whore. And I do it so well. You’ll cum so hard. And… And you can even piss in my mouth! I’ll drink it all! I’m a lezzie pee-whore!”

A dark blush scorched Carmelita’s golden-brown cheeks as she turned and rushed towards the bathroom, her shoulders hunched. The girls at the table buzzed, whispering about what just happened. It would spread through our college.

Everyone would know by the days end Carmelita loved pussy.

I grinned, my cunt so wet. She said everything just the way I told her. As she passed me, I gave her a nod. She shuddered, nipples poking against the front of her thin blouse, her tits swaying without any bra to constrain them.

I followed.

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Carmelita Campo

I trembled, my knees aching against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Sounds echoed through it, girls washing their hands, toilets flushing, clothing rustling. I licked my lips, cunt juices dripping down my thighs. My Sister-Mistress didn’t allow me any bra or panties to wear. I shifted, my dog collar jangling, the rough canvas irritating my throat.

I was a bitch. A lezzie-cunt-whore-bitch. I had to be punished, degraded.

Feet appeared before the stall door, a pair of black Mary Janes over white socks, frilly bands at the ankles. My heart beat faster and faster. The stall door wasn’t locked, just closed. It creaked. Delicate fingers, nails painted pink, grasped the top.

Paused.

Please, please come in. I wanted to shout that. My heart screamed in my chest. Fresh beads of cream worked down my thighs. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please my Sister-Mistress and make it up to Tonya and the other girls I’d mistreated.

Only I deserved to be treated so badly. I deserved to be punished for denying who I was. Juana, with Clint’s help, set me free.

The door creaked open.

Tonya stood there, her face still pale. She stared at me, the hem of her pink skirt an inch above her knees shifting as she trembled. She studied me, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Green eyes bored into me.

“This is real? It’s not a trick?”

“Not a trick,” I answered. “I am so sorry. I was just taking out my own demons on you.” Tears fell down my cheeks. How could I have lied to myself so thoroughly I convinced myself I wasn’t a lesbian? That I didn’t crave this?

Tonya stepped in. I caught a glimpse of Juana leaning against the long counter dotted with sinks. My Sister-Mistress smiled at me, looking so beautiful and petite, her hips shifting. She’d have a hot pussy, too, but she could control herself. Clint had taught her so much.

Then the door closed. Locked.

Tonya took a deep breath. “T-take off my panties and… And lick me.” Pause. “Slut.”

“I’ll do it all,” I moaned, my hands touching her knees. I slid higher, caressing her thighs, hands vanishing beneath her skirt. She trembled, her green eyes fluttering, blonde hair rustling. “I mean it. I’ll drink your piss.”

An eyebrow arched. “You like that?”

“No,” I groaned, reaching her panties. Cotton and plain. I hooked the waistband, tugging them down. Tonya shuddered. I licked my lips as the soft pink cloth appeared, rolling down her legs, past her knees.

And then they were off and I was lifting her skirt, exposing her blonde pussy. How many times had I stared at that cunt, pretending to abuse her while secretly hungering to do just this. I leaned in, breathing in her sweet musk, beads of dew appearing on her curls as she trembled.

“You’re really going to eat… Yes!”

My lips nuzzled against her pussy, her pubic hair brushing my lips and chin, as silky as my Sister-Mistress’s. Her skirt fell over my head, plunging me into darkness. My tongue slid out of my mouth, caressing through her folds. Her juices coated my organ, bursting with her delicious flavor.

Her moans exhaled from her open mouth. She shuddered, my tongue sliding through her pussy lips again. And again. I gathered her cream, savored it as I pressed my lips tighter against her pussy. My hands seized her ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and kneading her.

I savored the darkness beneath her skirt, the musky warmth. Her scent wafted around me, juices running down my chin to my throat. I shivered, my pussy groaning hotter and hotter as I groped her perky rump. Ate her yummy cunt.

“That’s it,” Tonya moaned. “Oh, yes, I knew you were a lezzie-whore! I knew you wanted to eat my pussy! You took my cherry! That strap-on was huge! I’d fuck you with it right now!”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. “I’d let you!”

Her hips undulated, the pleasure shivering through her. She smeared her hot flesh on my lips, her pubic hair tickling my face. I loved the feel. My tongue plunged over and over through her folds, teasing her silky petals.

Then I shoved my tongue into her snatch. I buried it deep. She groaned and shuddered, back arching as I worked my tongue in and out of her hole. I fucked her pussy with it, wiggling through her depths, making her moan.

“Yes!” she hissed. “That’s it. You dirty, filthy dyke. Eat my pussy!”

Her voice grew louder. Other girls in the bathroom had to hear her, had to know I was eating her pussy. The entire student body would know what I was: a pussy licker and a piss drinker. My cunt boiled. Juices poured out of me, staining my thighs. I wanted to masturbate.

I didn’t have permission.

I clenched my fingers hard into Tonya’s ass, fighting the urge to be bad and touch myself. I concentrated on her pussy, on fucking my tongue into her depths. Then I slid through her folds again, petting her petals and brushing her clit.

She loved that.

“You nasty dyke-slut!” she hissed. “That’s what you called me. A carpet-muncher. A muff-diver. A disgusting pussy-licker! Mmm, lap at my cunt, you filthy lezzie-whore! You’re a piece of shit for eating my snatch!”

I shuddered, her insults making my pussy wetter. My tongue licked faster and faster, sliding through her hot flesh. She trembled, her juices burning across my lips as she bucked. I sucked on her clit, the little bud throbbing in my mouth.

Her moans echoed through the bathroom.

Her hands gripped my head through her skirt, holding tight as she shuddered. I loved her clit, sucked on it, nibbled on it, tongued it. She gasped and bucked, her sounds so sweet. I pictured her face twisting with the pleasure of my apology.

“You nasty whore!” she gasped, bucking hard.

Her juices flooded my mouth. I groaned, latching onto her pussy, sucking down the sweet cream. It poured into my mouth as she came. She gripped my head so hard, her moans and squeaks echoing through the bathroom.

“Fucking dyke-slut!” she hissed, her voice sounding strained as her cum burned through her.

And then more than pussy juices splashed into my mouth.

Acrid piss mixed with the sweet juices. The urine swirled through my mouth. I groaned, gulping the hot flood down. The nasty liquid poured down into my belly. She kept bucking, moaning out her relief as she used my mouth as her toilet.

My pussy clenched so hard. My clit begged for attention. I held onto her perky ass. I gripped it with all my self-control as her piss flooded my mouth. So much jetted out of her, overflowing my lips, mixing with the cream running down to my chin, my throat.

“Yes, yes, yes, you drink that nasty piss, whore!” Tonya snarled, fingernails biting through her skirt and my hair into my scalp. “That’s what you deserve!”

She bucked so hard she stumbled back, crashing into the stall door. Her skirt ripped off my head, exposing me to the bright light of the bathroom. I stared up at her face, flushed and panting. She stared down at me, green eyes wild.

“You are so nasty,” she hissed, bending down and snatching up her panties. She jammed her feet into the legholes one by one, yanking them up her thighs. “Just a filthy lezzie-whore!”

“I am,” I moaned, licking my lips.

Then she threw open the stall door and marched out. Juana gave me a huge smile. Alicia was beside her. The petite girl, a year older than my sister, looked like a mischievous kid instead of a nineteen-year-old. She had a permanent marker in one hand, her brown eyes twinkling behind her glasses. As always, she dressed like a kid, her hair in pigtails.

I used to make fun of her like that.

I emerged from the stall, my mouth coated in pussy juices. A group of girls watched in small clumps, crowding the bathroom. They all whispered to each other, smug smiles on their lips. They took pleasure in seeing my downfall. I had strutted the halls like I owned the place.

And my eighteen-year-old sister brought me low.

“Oh, my god, look at her face,” Alicia laughed, pointing up at me. “She’s got pussy juices all over it. And is that piss? Did you really drink her piss, you nasty whore?”

My cheeks burned. I looked down, hands folded before me. My pussy begged, screamed, for attention.

Alicia walked up, sniffing loudly. “It is, piss.”

The buzzing grew louder, girls mocking me, their words all blending into a background murmur, echoing through the bathroom. I squirmed, more and more juices trickling down my thighs, rivulets of aching passion.

Then Alicia grabbed my skirt and hiked it up, showing the landing strip of brown hair leading to my shaved pussy, my vulva plump and aroused, my flesh glistening with my passion. Alicia shook her head.

“Look at how wet she is,” Marissa said, malice dripping from her lips. “She enjoyed drinking piss.”

“Did you really, Carmelita?” Lee asked, the black-haired girl sitting on the counter, her legs swaying, spread wide enough to flash her shaved pussy beneath her jean skirt. “God, I thought I was a disgusting whore.”

That brought peels of laughter from the other girls. They all pointed at me, their faces contorting as the mirth fell over them. Shoulders shooks, breasts heaved. Girls were turning red in the face as their chortles echoed through the bathroom.

Tears fell down my cheeks. They all thought I was filthy, disgusting. Because I was.

My Sister-Mistress smiled her approval.

“God, this pussy is nasty,” Alicia said. I gasped as the magic marker scrawled on my pubic mound around my landing strip. She sounded out what she wrote, speaking slowly. “’This pussy is filthy. Do not touch!’”

I groaned as she poked the marker in to make the point of the exclamation mark.

“More juices are flooding out of her nasty, dyke pussy,” laughed Samantha.

“I know,” Alicia laughed, moving around and exposing my golden-brown ass. Her marker squeaked as she said, “’I’m a dyke-cunt. I’ll lick any pussy and drink any girl’s piss!’” She chortled. “There. Now she’s ready.”

“Any pussy?” a voice demanded. Sheila stepped forward, face hard. The busty, Black girl focused her dark eyes on me. Another lesbian blackmailed.

“Any pussy,” I said, tears hot on my cheeks, more laughter spilling around.

“Make her lick that pussy until you cum, Sheila,” Svetlana shouted.

“Piss in her mouth! Drown her!” giggled slender Becky.

“Degrade the bitch!” Kendra laughed.

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were cool, Carmelita,” Samantha sneered. “You’re just a slag.”

“You’re more of a skank than Lee,” Becky added.

“So much more,” Juana purred, nodding her head to me.

“I’ll lick your pussy, Sheila,” I said. “And I’ll drink you piss.”

I pressed my thighs hard together as I walked back to my stall. I needed to cum so badly. Lee was so right. Being humiliated, being shamed and degraded, was the hottest thing in the world. The worse they did to me, the harder I knew I’d cum when Mistress allowed me.

I fell to my knees in the stall, ready to make my next apology.

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Clint Elliston

Lee emerged from the girl’s restroom. Melody and Pam, sitting with me at the table, both had speculative looks on their face.

“We did piss in her mouth enough over the weekend,” Pam pointed out, talking past me to Melody.

My blonde half-sister nodded her head. “We did, but still… My pussy is hot. I want to piss in her mouth more.”

“You could lick each other’s pussies,” I said. “There are other girls that need to use that bitch.”

“I bet Alicia is loving it,” Pam said. My Japanese half-sister rubbed at my jeans. “And you’re looking at Lee with hunger. What are you thinking about, honey?”

“I think our sister-slave deserves a reward,” I said, standing up, decision made, my cock hard.

“She has been a good slut this weekend,” Melody nodded. “Go fuck my little sister hard.”

“Damn,” my friend Tom Ruston said. He looked at me. “You are one lucky guy.”

“I could give you pointers. Help you nail that mom of yours you’re always panting after.”

Tom’s cheeks went scarlet.

I laughed, walking faster, my dick so hard. Lee watched me, standing coy in her tight jean skirt, her blouse hugging her round tits. They had grown nicely over the last year, and her pregnancy promised to make them even larger.

“Master,” she purred as I came up to her. “Shame you can’t go in the girl’s restroom. It’s getting wild in there. They’re queuing up to piss in Carmelita’s mouth. Juana looks like she’ll cum just from rubbing her thighs together.”

“I’m glad everyone’s happy.”

Lee shifted.

“Follow, slave. It’s time for your reward for helping Carmelita discover herself.”

“Thank you, Master,” she gushed, pacing me as I marched to the boy’s restroom.

“I mean it. You showed maturity this weekend, Lee.”

“I know, pretty shocking, Master. I’ll have to work on that.”

I smiled. “Yeah, can’t have you being serious all the time. Then I can’t spank your naughty ass.”

“Oh, Master, you never need a reason to spank me.”

“Damn, Clint,” Tyrell said, the large, Black guy shaking his head. He was in my year, a senior. “You got that little ho trained.”

“Gotta keep a firm hand with them,” I grinned, throwing up the door to the boy’s restroom.

Lee followed me in.

A couple guys noticed her, giving my sister questioning looks. They all thought she was my cousin, the only reason our relationship could be open. First cousins fucking wasn’t illegal in California.

“Bend that ass over the counter, slave, and hike up the skirt.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, trembling, her cheeks flushed.

“Damn,” Tyrell groaned. “You’re not.”

“Oh, he is,” Lee panted, obeying without hesitation. “I’m just that much of a skank, boys!”

Other guys groaned in envy as Lee pulled up her jean skirt, exposing that firm, round ass. Skin as smooth as silk. Her shaved pussy peeked between her thighs, her pussy lips protruding, aroused and flush. She wiggled her hips, teasing me.

“She isn’t wearing panties,” Sean groaned. “Jesus, Clint. I knew your cousin was a slut, but, damn!”

“You have no idea,” I said, my dick so hard. Lee would love every second of this.

And so would I.

I unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick. Guys groaned, realizing that I was really going to fuck her right here and now. Phones came out to immortalize the moment. Lee would love that. More rounds of bullying on social media. She’d be called a tramp, a whore, a skank, and a slut. She’d drink in all the humiliation and be so horny.

And she deserved it for being such a good girl. I didn’t love her like I loved Pam, Melody, and Alicia, but she was my slave. And I would give her what she needed, what she craved. All the submission and humiliation and degradation she could withstand.

“Spread those butt-cheeks, slut,” I growled.

“You’re going to fuck her ass?” asked Evan.

“Without a condom?” blinked Mitch. “Ain’t you afraid of getting something from the skank?”

“I’m the only guy that fucks her,” I said. “She’s my skank.”

“Your skank, Master!” she moaned, her fingers prying apart her butt-cheeks, flashing her brown sphincter. It winked at me, her hips wiggling, juices running down her thighs. “Oh, Master, I need your cock in me right now!”

“No fucking lube?” Tyrell asked. “You’re going to tear her ass apart.”

“And I’ll love it!” Lee moaned. “Make it hurt, Master!”

“Looking to cum hard?” I asked, pushing the head of my cock against her asshole, feeling her sphincter.

“Can I cum, Master?”

“As much as you like.” I rammed my cock into her bowels.

Her back arched. Her moan echoed through the bathroom. I grunted, her tight bowels engulfing my cock. I buried into her unlubed asshole, her rough, velvety flesh gripping my dick. I had to thrust hard to fuck her ass.

And she loved it.

She bucked and squirmed as I reamed my dick over and over into her tight embrace. Her moans burst from her mouth every time I buried into her, my crotch smacking into her butt-cheeks. My balls thwacked her taint.

“Oh, my god, Master, fuck my ass!” she gasped. “Use me! Fuck me and cum in my tight bowels!”

“Jesus, Lee, you are the biggest skank in the world,” Tyrell groaned, voice thick with envy.

“Oh, yeah,” I growled, driving my dick over and over into my sister’s asshole.

And everyone watched. They recorded it, envying that I had such a submissive sister to fuck. To enjoy. The pleasure burned so hot through my body. My dick ached and throbbed with every thrust, the friction rippling around my shaft.

And the audience only made it hotter. My balls boiled already. I planted my hands on either side of her, leaning over my sister, and fucked her hard. I pounded her bowels, sodomizing her with every ounce of strength I had, fighting off my urge to cum.

Not yet.

“Master!” Lee squealed, pain and pleasure thickening her voice. Her bowels clenched so hard on my dick. “Oh, my god, that hurts so good! Ram that dick into me! Oh, yes, fuck my little body, Master! Break me! Use me! I’m your anal-slut-whore!”

Guys cheered at that.

“Fuck that whore!” shouted Vince.

“Pound that ass!” groaned Mitch.

“Goddamn, she loves it!” laughed Adam. “What a filthy slag!”

“Just a big ho!” laughed Tyrell.

“I’ll pay you twenty bucks to fuck her ass after you, Clint!” offered Pete.

“I’ll do it!” Lee moaned. “If Master tells me to! I’ll be his prostitute! His streetwalker! I’ll suck cocks and fuck them and do it all!”

She came. Her ass writhed about my plunging dick. She bucked on the counter, her short, black hair flying about her head. Her screams echoed. I grunted, loving the massaging velvet spasming about my cock.

The guys cheered even louder, shouting their congratulations.

“Made that skank cum by tearing up her ass!” laughed Sean.

“My man, Clint!” cheered Vince.

“You are a fucking stud!” Adam yelled.

I grinned, drinking it in, savoring my little sister’s writhing bowels. To indulge in taboo incest before my classmates made me so hard. My dick ached and throbbed as I reamed her bowels. My balls smacked into her taint.

“Master!” she squeaked, her body trembling. “Cum in my ass!”

“Yes!” I snarled. “You love my cum in you, nasty bitch!”

“So much!”

I grunted, burying into her bowels. Guys whooped as I groaned. My cum fired into her bowels. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded my little sister’s asshole. She shuddered, moaning, cumming again. Her velvety flesh milked my cock, drinking up every drop of my jizz.

Incestuous rapture shot through my body and struck my mind. I grunted. Pleasure growled through clenched teeth as I filled her bowels with my seed. She shuddered, her face flushed as her head tossed, her moans delicious.

“Thank you, Master, for cumming in my filthy ass!” she gasped.

“You are such a whore!” whooped Mitch as I pulled my dick out of her asshole. Cum spilled out of her as she straightened up with her peppy enthusiasm. “Just a slut.”

“I am!” she beamed at them, drinking in their humiliation. She flipped up her skirt, shaking her ass at them. “Look at all that cum leaking out of my asshole. That’s my Master’s cum! He treats me like a whore!”

“Twenty bucks to fuck that ass, Clint!” Pete groaned.

“Her ass is all mine,” I said. “I own it.”

“Then rent it to me,” Pete begged. “Fifty bucks.”

Lee wiggled, staring at me. She’d do it. But I didn’t want to share my sister. Especially as I noticed the slight swell in her profile, a little bump tenting the front of her shirt hugging her stomach. Her baby bump.

“You’re starting to show,” I said, patting her belly. “See, boys, when you own a slut, you can breed her, and she’ll still come begging for more.”

Lee glowed with delight as I led her out of the bathroom, her cum dribbling out of her well-fucked asshole, my hand caressing her pregnant belly. My third child, with mom carrying a fourth. And Alicia… Alicia needed to be bred, too.

I loved my life.

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Carmelita Campo

“Yes, yes, yes,” Alicia moaned, grinding her pussy on my face, her pigtails dancing over her shoulder. She held her skirt up, wanting to look me in the eye. “Eat my pussy, you filthy dyke!”

She was the fifth girl I’d licked. The lunch hour had to be almost over.

My tongue ached with fatigue. I ignored it, licking through Alicia’s shaved slit, savoring her fresh flavor. She shuddered, her nipples poking at her girlish blouse. Her glasses slipped on her nose as she shuddered, her juices pouring down my chin.

My pussy burned. It was on fire. I needed to cum so badly. Just a touch would set me off. I wanted it so badly. I gripped Alicia’s slim thighs, rooting through the petite girl’s pussy to drive her wild, to give her the satisfaction I craved so desperately.

“Oh, you’re going to make me cum, you nasty dyke-whore! Just keep licking my cunt and… Yes!”

Alicia bucked and shuddered. Her fresh juices flooded my mouth. And then she let out a wicked sigh, her piss spurting out with her pussy cream. The two flavors swirled through my mouth, a nasty combination that made me shudder.

I gulped it down as fast as I could. But so much piss flooded out, splashing hard against the back of my throat, drowning me. Piss leaked out, dribbling down my throat, joining the stains of other girls’ urine.

“Yes, yes, yes, drink my piss, you filthy skank! You love it! You’re drinking it down!” Alicia thrashed, her head tossing, pigtails flying. “Carmelita is the nastiest girl in the world!”

“I thought that was me!” Lee shouted.

“She does have cum running down her thighs,” chortled Felicity.

I shivered, loving how hard the Black girl had used me, griding her snatch on my mouth, pulling at my hair. Fucking dyke-cunt, lick my Black pussy! You’re my bitch-cunt now!

Alicia shuddered a final time, her piss petering out. Then she let out a big sigh. “Ooh, Carmelita, you are so good at pussy licking. You must love cunt.”

“I love it!” I said loudly. “I love cunt and girl piss!”

Alicia giggled, opening the stall and strolling out. She didn’t have any panties beneath her long, girlish dress. Her friend, Jenny, giggled, the pair whispering. Jenny hadn’t queued up. She only had sex with her mother and brother. They had a wild weekend, so I’d gathered. Just like I did.

Juana grinned at me, crooking a finger as they girls began filtering out. Classes were about to start.

I crawled across the floor to my sister, pussy juices and piss dripping off my face and chin. I stared up at her, trembling. Cream flooded down my thighs. I needed to cum so badly. I knelt before her, staring up at my little sister.

“You did good today,” she said in Spanish once the last girl left. “But you’ll need to do more pussy licking after classes.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned.

She seized my hair, hauling me to my feet. Her hand went beneath my skirt. Slim fingers rubbed at my pussy. She found my clit, pinched it. I groaned, bending over, my pussy wanting to explode in rapture.

“Cum, bitch.”

I screamed out in wordless rapture as I surrendered into my pleasure.

My pussy spasmed. Juices gushed down my thighs. My clit throbbed in my Mistress’s tight grip. My sister twisted it hard, pain flaring through the rapture. I moaned and whimpered, the ecstasy screaming through my body.

And slamming into my mind.

Stars exploded across my vision. I swayed, my pussy clenching so hard. Every spasm sent a new wave of bliss through me. Euphoria boiled my veins. My screams echoed through the bathroom as I gasped and shuddered.

And she kept twisting my clit, keeping the pain and rapture going.

“I love you so much, Sister-Mistress!”

“Mmm, you are my pretty girl. My lesbian bitch.”

“Always,” I breathed as she let go of my clit.

I wanted to kiss her, but I had piss on my mouth. And she deserved better. But the smile on her face, the gleam in her eyes, and the way she licked my juices off my finger were just as passionate, just as intimate.

Then she swept out of the bathroom, leaving me to clean up.

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Juana Campo – Six Months Later

I stared down past my swollen belly, round with my daughter, at my equally bred sister-slave. She was naked, her breasts round and soft, her areolas large, her nipples fat. Her tits had really grown with her pregnancy, almost two cup sizes.

Mine had only gained a single one, but they were nice handfuls now, no longer the budding tits that Alicia still has. My hands swept down my belly, holding the curve. I only had sex with Clint that one time, but he had done it.

“His sperm are magic bullets,” Lee liked to joke. She gave birth to her daughter last month. She spent a whole day squirting her breast milk at the people living in the houses before Clint punished her for wasting his daughter’s, and his own, treat.

We lived with Clint’s harem now in the third house Clint’s sex slave Ms. Hiragawa had bought. Rent was easy: Clint could fuck Carmelita whenever he wanted and we had to do our chores. Plus if I ever wanted to have another child, he had to be the father. And it had to be conceived the natural way.

He was such a perv. But I was so grateful. It didn’t take long before our parents caught Carmelita and me having sex. And then we got the boot by our father, our mother sobbing hysterically, pleading with us to renounce Satan while crossing herself over and over.

It was fine. Our jobs at the pharmacy paid for us to buy naughty sex toys, and Clint’s mom was an amazing cook. Our walls were covered in shelves with dildos, vibrators, floggers, handcuffs, whips, paddles, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and so many other fun things.

“Look at you,” I said, my sister’s dog tags jingling as she shivered. She only took off her collar to shower. “Just sitting there, drooling as you stare at your little sister’s pussy. You are such a dyke.”

“I am, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned. “Such a lesbiana puta.” She licked her lips. “Just let me devour your pussy, Sister-Mistress.”

I gripped my round belly, my bladder full. When you were pregnant, you had to piss all the time. “And is that all you want to do, you nasty, filthy dyke?”

She actually salivated. Drool leaked down the corners of her mouth. “I want to drink your piss! I have to pee, and I know you must, too, Sister-Mistress. Let me be your living toilet!”

How could I say no?”

“Get to it, bitch!”

My bitch lunged forward. Her hands grasped my ass, her face burying into my brown bush. I let it grow long and wild so she could really feel my silky hairs on her face. She pressed her mouth right into my snatch, licking so hard. Her tongue flew through my folds, brushing my clit, making me gasp and moan.

Pleasure burst from my lips. It echoed through the room. My ass clenched, my hips swiveling, grinding my cunt across her hungry lips. Her tongue danced through my folds, drinking the tangy cream flooding out my cunt.

Then she latched onto my urethra, sucking so hard. I felt the pressure reaching up to my bladder, pulling on my piss.

With a groan, I let it flow.

“You nasty whore,” I hissed as my piss splashed into her mouth.

The gurgling sound sent shivers through my body. My cunt clenched so hard as I flooded my older sister’s mouth with my piss. I clutched at my pregnant stomach, loving the piss streaming out of me and into her nasty mouth.

She gulped it down. Her brown eyes smoldered as they stared up at me. She drank the piss down so fast. I shuddered, loving every wonderful moment. My bladder emptied into her nasty mouth, the pressure relieved.

And then the fun began.

“Yes, yes, yes, lick my pussy clean!” I hissed. “Your nasty tongue feels so much better than toilet paper. Lap me clean and make me cum, you filthy slag! Put all those carpet-munching skill to use! Ooh, devour my rug!”

“Yes, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned.

And then the rapture began. Her tongue flew through my pussy’s folds. She stimulated my aching labia and caressed through my inner depths. Pleasure rippled through my body with her every lick. She stirred me up. She drove me wild. My head tossed, my hair sweeping down my back.

It was awesome.

It was amazing.

I groaned and shuddered. My body heaved, my pregnant belly waddling as my sister-slave devoured my cunt. Carmelita feasted on my snatch. I loved it. I was so glad I dominated her. Paying Clint’s price was worth it just for submission.

My daughter was only a bonus.

“Devour my fish taco, you fucking lezzie-dyke!” I howled. “Oh, yes, ream that tongue into me. Guzzle down all my juices. You’re going to drown in my cunt cream. You want to taste it so badly, don’t you?”

Carmelita moaned into my snatch, too busy licking to answer. But her fervent tongue swiping through my cunt provided proof of how much she wanted it.

My sister loved pussy so much.

“Ooh, yes, you nasty dyke! Make me cream those pretty lips! Make me explode all over them! I love it!”

My body trembled. Pleasure surged through me. I bucked and undulated. My eyes rolled back in my head. My pussy smeared across her hungry lips as she built and built my orgasm faster and faster. I shuddered, her tongue diving into my cunt.

And her nose brushed my clit.

My bud drank in the sensation. Sparks hissed through my pussy, burning a fuse right to the core of my body. I detonated. Rapture burst through the depths of my cunt. Juices flooded out of my spasming snatch into her hungry mouth. Shock waves of euphoria rippled through my body.

Slammed into my mind.

“You fucking dyke-whore!” I howled as the pleasure burned through me. “Yes, yes, yes, drink my pussy cream!”

She feasted on them. She drank them. And I loved it. I reveled in it, my pregnant belly heaving, my small tits jiggling. I threw back my head, howling. Here, I could be as loud as I wanted. I didn’t have to hide who I was.

A lesbian domme playing with her older sister-slave.

“Oh, you lezzie-slut,” I panted. “Mmm, you munched hard on my rug.”

“I did, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned, pulling her lips back, cream dribbling down her chin and cheek.

“Fetch your favorite strap-on,” I told her. “Then kneel like a bitch on the bed.”

She crawled across the floor, her curvy ass jiggling. Her belly and swollen tits swayed beneath her body. She was so sexy. My pussy clenched, my clit tingling for more fun. She reached the strap-on shelf, going right for that big, black dildo she bought to fuck my cunt six months ago.

She loved having her pussy stretched by the monster.

She crawled back, holding it in her mouth like a good bitch. I petted her head when she reached me, stroking through her silky hair. She put it on me, the dildo thrusting out from beneath my baby bump, the base pressing on my clit.

The last strap pulled tight, she scrambled onto the bed. Not as agile as a few months ago, but allowances had to be made for her condition.

She wiggled her hips, her shaved pussy beckoning. I liked eating bare pussy, like Alicia’s snatch. So I kept my sister’s cunt bare in case I was feeling generous, or just horny.

I loved cunt as much as my sister-slave.

I mounted the bed, moving a little gingerly as I got into position, my belly swaying. Then I grinned, lining up the black monster at her cunt. I pressed the huge shaft to her swollen cunt, labia engorged by her arousal, juices flooding down her thighs.

I jammed the dildo into her cunt.

“Mistress!” she moaned, back arching while I groaned, the base pressing on my clit and shooting sparks through my pussy. “Oh, Mistress, fuck my bitch-dyke-cunt!”

I smacked her ass, making her wince, still bruised from her weekly spanking every Friday evening. I drew back the dildo and rammed it in, the bottom slope of my pregnant belly brushing her ass. I shivered, so glad I could still fuck her with dildos.

My clit drank in the fake cock pressing on it. Every thrust sent sparks of delight through me while my sister howled her passion. She moaned and gasped, bucking back into the thrusts. Our flesh slapped together as we shared our lesbian, incestuous passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my filthy cunt, Sister-Mistress,” she howled. “Use me! Just cum violating my snatch!”

“Oh, yes,” I hissed, jamming the huge dildo over and over through her pussy. “Just ruin your cunt! I’m tearing you open, bitch, and making you cum!”

CRACK!

She bucked harder, moaning out as my handprint burned over her purple bruise. She rammed back harder and harder, rocking so hard. I groaned, stopped fucking my hips and just let the whore writhe on the dildo.

My clit loved it. She worked her cunt up and down that black shaft so hard and fast. Her pussy lips clung to it, her juices coating it. I smacked her ass over and over, the pressure building and building in my horny, pregnant cunt.

“Look at you, whore,” I moaned. “Just so horny, linda, that you fuck yourself up and down my huge girl-dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes, Sister-Mistress!” she groaned. “I’m going to cum! Mierda! I’m so close. May I cum, Mistress? Please, please, I need it. It was so hot licking your yummy pussy and drinking your piss!”

SMACK!

Her back arched, her butt-cheeks jiggling. My pussy clenched, my clit throbbing. “Cum, you fucking dyke-whore!”

“Mistress!” she moaned in gratitude.

Her body heaved. The bed squeaked as she slammed her pussy back over and over on the dildo. She kept fucking her cumming snatch on it, gasping and moaning. I seized my nipples, rolling them, loving the extra sensations shooting through me.

My pussy boiled.

“Cum, Mistress!” she begged. “Cum with me! You deserve it more!”

I deserved it most.

“You wonderful slave!” I howled as my orgasm detonated through me.

It wasn’t as intense as the last one, a wonderful dessert after an amazing dinner. I devoured the sweet rapture flooding through me, so creamy, like a chocolate mousse. Stars dotted my vision as I trembled, moaning with my sister.

CRACK!

“You are amazing, bitch,” I panted. “Just the best slave.”

“Thank you, Sister-Mistress,” she moaned.

I pulled the dildo out of her, the pleasure peaking in me, fading into euphoria. I lay down on my side. My sister joined me, turning to face me. Our bellies pressed together. I stared into her eyes. I loved my sister-slave more and more with every passing day.

I took her hand, putting it on my belly. Then I touched her pregnant stomach, round with my niece’s life. Her brown eyes smoldered as she stared into mine.

“My daughter’s going to understand her place, Sister-Mistress,” she said with such breathy earnestness.

“And that is?” I asked as I stroked her.

“Why, as your daughter’s sex slave, of course.” Carmelita gave a big grin. “I’ll make sure she understands that her half-sister is her mistress right from the start.”

“You are the best slave,” I purred, leaned forward, and kissed my older sister on the lips, tasting my tangy pussy on them.

I closed my eyes, so glad I had the courage to ask Alicia for help. That I paid Clint’s price. I had everything now. And my daughter would be even happier with her sister-cousin as her sex slave.

The END

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Chapter 1: Discovering Paradise

I’m only here because I didn’t want that night to end. I never do.

Ever since my first music festival, I knew I’d found my crowd. My people. People think rolling on Molly is this generic party experience, like coke or shots or something. But for me, it was life-changing. It showed me what unconditional love and contentment really meant. For the first time in my life, I was truly happy.

But I’ve been chasing that first high ever since. Everyone is. That’s where it gets dangerous.

So when the clubs flicked their lights for last call on the night of my 23rd birthday, I wasn’t ready to go home. I’d been flirting with a guy all night, and he mentioned he knew an after-hours place. House music all night and all day. My kind of people. He told me this place was something special.

Our Uber took us a long ways. Out of the proper city, really, and into sprawling acres of rolling hills and farmland. But when we pulled up, it looked like any city streetcorner at 1am. People chatting and smoking cigarettes. Lights on and music thumping.

“Not all that discreet for an after. You sure the cops won’t show up?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” said Marco. “We have a deal with the city or something.”

“Oh… uh, okay.”

“Don’t worry, we’re legit.”

What did he mean by “We?”

“Marco! Good to see you man. Been a minute.”

“Oh hey dude. Been a while indeed. But guess what? My time’s almost up, so I’ll be home soon…”

Marco caught up with the bouncer. He was a handsome, fit black guy in Warby Parkers. Mid forties, maybe.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Oh my fault. This is Sophie. Sophie, this is Aaron. He runs security here.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you a member?”

I glanced at Marco in confusion.

“Nah, she’s my guest.”

“Ah a newbie, huh? I need a photo ID, recent STD test from the last month and a signature. Fill this out please.”

I had to show him an STD test? He handed me an iPad with a legal document for me to sign. A… long legal document. Looked like a nondisclosure agreement. What the hell was this place?

I knew I probably shouldn’t be signing legal documents at 3am on a street corner, but fuck it. At this point, I just had to see inside. I scrolled to the bottom, plugged in my info, and handed it back.

“Okay, STD test?”

What an odd request, right? I had taken one a few weeks ago, fortunately enough. I frantically scrolled through my phone.

“Um… I… I think so. Maybe. Sorry, I didn’t know I had to… does this work?”

He stamped my hand with a little insignia. It looked like an old family crest, but it had a woman’s face in profile. Across the bottom were words I didn’t understand. Maybe Greek or Latin something?

“Welcome to Dionysia. Your welcome gift, Miss.”

He handed me a little breathmint. That’s nice, I guess. I popped it in my mouth as he opened the door.

And my life changed, forever.

It felt like walking into a new world. It felt like the little corner of my brain that fantasized a perfect, beautiful utopia had suddenly snapped into existence. From my imagination to real life. This place couldn’t possibly be real.

“What… what is this place?”

“Don’t ask questions. It’s Dionysia!”

The unassuming metal warehouse door opened into a long, cavernous hallway with cathedral ceilings. A deep burgundy carpet lined the way to a mysterious black curtain. Strobe lights and thumping bass seeped through the interstices.

But there was plenty to explore on this side of the curtain. On the left stood five towering marble pedestals. They’re ornate and regal, like they’d been shipped in from the Parthenon itself.

Standing atop each one was a dancer, each wearing nothing but a thick leather collar and a facemask. The women wore heels, but the dancers on each pedestal oscilated between male and female. They looked precarious up there, but each dancer was enclosed by a bronze handrail on all four sides.

The dancers were beautiful, glistening and oily. All three women were the model of fitness, with beautiful, pronounced hips, tight thighs and flowing breasts. The two men were chiseled, with deep Vs leading to their impressive manhoods. Somehow, both men were completely erect. All five exuded sex: sexual desire flowing from within themselves, and a budding warmth in myself.

Down here on the ground, the people were beautiful, too. On the right of the room was a handsome marble bar, backlit and lined with a decorative mosaic. A seated area with couches and armchairs. People sitting and chatting and laughing, all in various states of undress, from club dresses to completely nude.

I don’t know how to say this any better, but every person in the room would have been the best looking person in any other bar on the planet.

That’s not to say they’re all young, though. A stunning couple in the corner that caught my eye appeared to be in their mid forties. He was devilishly handsome, with with thick salt and pepper hair and a chiseled jaw. She was petite, with piercing eyes and an elegance that was hard to place. Somehow, they were the only two people in the whole room fully clothed.

I was a kid in a candy store. Distracted. But I felt a pull on my arm.

“Sophie! I want to introduce you to someone,” said Marco.

I followed him across the room.

“Etsy! Good to see you babe!”

“Marco! You’re back? Welcome home sweetheart. I missed you.”

There’s only one way I can describe this woman: radiant. She was a cute Latina gal, a few inches shorter than I am. She had a comely smile and inviting brown eyes. Shoulder length deep brunette hair with blonde highlights, layered into face-framing waves.

But her outfit was unlike anything I’d ever seen… at least until about ten minutes ago. She wore a flowing sheer dress about thigh high with absolutely nothing underneath. Everything was exposed: her pierced nipples, a tattoo on her hip. But still, somehow, she looked elegant, almost formal. And, like the five dancers on pedestals above us, she wore a collar. Hers was black leather and thinner than the dancers, inscribed in gold with a code: “Eta 14”

“Marco, who’s your pretty friend?”

“Oh, this is Sophie. Sophie, this is my good friend Etsy.”

“Uh, nice to meet you Etsy.”

“You too. Marco, she’s perfect! I love your hair. So beautiful. And look at those eyes! Is this your first time here?”

“She’s a newbie! Just a guest for tonight.”

“Oh we’ll have to change that I think. I can already tell you’ll fit in perfectly. I would know, I have a sense about these things.”

I blushed. She was enchanting. Charming and flirty. She was playing with my hair already, genuinely mesmerized by my curls. I knew my people, the kind who love everyone, who connect immediately and keep their hearts wide open. She was like me in that way. And this place, these people? I couldn’t have been more comfortable.

“Let’s go dance!”

Etsy put one arm around my waist and another around Marco’s. She walked us to that mysterious black curtain at the end of the hall.

The curtain slid open.

Inside, a sprawling dancefloor and a sea of beautiful people. The room was towering, with a domed ceiling that spread into a full planetarium. The night sky, complete with the cloudy Milky Way and occasional shooting stars. Just above our heads, laser beams of every color flickered against subtle smoke machines.

The crowd roared as flowing electronic music crescendoed.

“There must be a thousand people here! How have I never heard of this place?”

“We try to keep it a secret.”

To the right, a staircase downward. A burly bouncer held court with his arms folded. A velvet rope and a sign: “Members only.”

“What’s down there?”

But Etsy only smiled. She took us each by a hand and pulled us onto the floor. We shuffled through the sea of beautiful people and found an open space. Her hands over her head. Flowing to the music. Marco, dancing like a goofball.

We melted into the music for an hour, lost in a sea of sexuality.

The world somehow seemed clearer than ever before. Like looking through HD goggles. But spotted strobe lights meant only glimpses at a time. A succession of candid pictures.

The people around me. Shirts off. Breasts out. Love. Joy. Acceptance.

“I love this song!”

“You look so beautiful!”

“Isn’t she the cutest?”

“You two are so sweet.”

Etsy twirled and floated and smiled. I was losing myself in her. And Marco was nothing but love. A boundless ball of kinetic positivity.

“You’re two are wearing too much. I want to see you,” said Etsy.

Marco pulled his shirt over his head and twirled it over his head. Etsy giggled, and then raised her eyebrows and me. I blushed. Hesitated.

“Come on babe, you’ll feel so free!”

I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. Etsy smiled. In one moment, I dropped my guard and pulled it over my head.

“There she is! That’s the real Sophie,” said Marco.

“What a cutie,” said Etsy.

I felt free. Joyful and truly at home. And I couldn’t keep my eyes off Etsy.

“She’s so beautiful,” I whispered to Marco.

“You should kiss her.”

“Are… are you sure?”

Etsy turned to me and grabbed me by my cheeks. She pulled me close.

“You can always kiss me.”

“My turn,” said Marco. We melted into a puddle of love and oozing sexuality, right there in the middle of everyone.

His hand on my ass. My hands on hers. Hers on the inside of my thong. She hooked a finger through the strap and began to pull. I stopped her.

“I don’t know… out here?”

“Too public? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“I want you both, I just…”

“It’s okay. Come with me.”

She pulled Marco and me out through the crowd, back near that black curtain and the staircase and the velvet rope. A door I hadn’t seen before, on the far side. A dimly-lit room in the shade of candlelight. Softer music now. Beds and couches all around. Couples and groups playing with each other in their own little spaces.

Etsy tiptoed through the room until she reached the far wall. She casually pulled her sheer dress over her head, and fell backward onto a king-sized bed. A red candle each on matching bedside tables. Her smile flickering soft and golden under the candlelight. Her caramel breasts and mocha nipples casually tossed to either side, her nipple piercings sparkling. Shadows in her dimples, a soft reflection off her eyes.

“Come here cutie.”

“I’ve never… in front of people, I mean.”

“It’s okay. How do you feel?”

“Better than I’ve ever felt.”

“Do you want this?”

“More than anything.”

“Marco?”

“Yeah.”

“You can do this love. But only if you want it.”

“I want it. I want both of you.”

“Then get on the bed already, sweetheart.”

Etsy ran her hands through my hair as I moved up her thighs, while Marco slid my panties off behind me. She ran her fingernails over my shoulder with one hand and petted my face with the other. Marco crawled onto the bed behind us, his erect cock ready to go.

“Eat me out.”

I circled her warmth as Etsy squirmed under me. My hands ran up her stomach and over her soft tits. She pulled me up for a kiss, and then pushed me down, directing me firmly down to her pussy.

She squealed as I made contact.

“Oh you’re so good at that.”

Marco stroked his cock behind me, and I vaguely heard Etsy above me.

“Marco, I want to watch you fuck her.”

I whimpered as she said it, and I felt Marco line up behind me. I was dripping already, and he plunged in deeply on his first stroke. Etsy pulled my head deeper between her legs.

“Oh fuck babe, you feel so good.”

I was losing myself in Marco, thrusting rhythmically to tropical house music whispering through the room. Etsy pulled me up to her chest and kissed me on my forehead.

She giggled.

“I want to watch you cum babe.”

I tried to speak through labored breaths. “How did you know…”

Marco’s breath was loud behind us now. I felt his cock begin to twitch inside me.

Etsy kissed my nose. “Cum for us babe.”

I buried my face in her tits as Marco pounded me from behind. Grabbed a fistful of pillow with one hand, and Etsy’s arm with the other.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”

“Oh god babe, that’s a good girl.”

Marco came deep inside me. My heart raced. My full body spasmed atop Etsy, from my toes to the top of my head, as hard as I ever have.

Marco collapsed on top of us. Whispered laughs and giggles. Pants and moans. Etsy played with my hair.

And, slowly but surely, my eyes closed, and I drifted off, content.

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The sun was already shining by the time I walked out the front door. I said goodbye to the bouncer and tried to request an Uber, but I had no service. I never knew a place like this existed. I never knew a place like this even could exist.

“Oh yeah it’s a dead zone, we’ll bring a car around to drive you home.”

I was expecting to feel like death after a night like that. But somehow, with the sun shining and a gentle breeze, I felt perfect. Focused and content. Even joyful.

As I got in the car, I realized I had nothing: no phone number from Marco, not even a real name from Etsy. I barely even knew where I was. I thought about what Etsy said: they work hard to keep it a secret. I dropped a GPS pin on my phone as we drove away.

I knew I’d be back.

Author’s Note: This story is a production of The Eros Society, the world’s premier members-only sex club. As always, it has been recorded as a high-quality audio narrative as well. For the audio version, visit the Eros Society on Patreon: www.patreon.com/ErosSociety

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A girl in college falls into a love triangle and has to chose.

“Are you ready for college sweetie? It’s move in day!” said my mom.

“I was born ready!” I exclaimed.

“That’s the spirit!” said my dad.

I moved everything into my room, but my roommate wasn’t there yet. Who was it going to be? Was she going to be nice or mean? Kind or rude? Pretty or ugly? All these thoughts raced around my head as I moved in.

After I moved all my stuff in and my parents left, I was sitting in my room enjoying the silence when there was a knock at the door. I went over and answered it and there was this beautiful girl standing there.

“Hi I’m Erika and I’m your roommate. I can’t wait to spend the next year with someone as cool as you!!!”

Well, all my questions were answered. She was a nice, kind, and beautiful girl.

We spent the rest of the day just talking and getting to know each other. I instantly fell in love with her but she could never know.

I fell deeper in love with her when I saw her change. She had the most amazing breasts and the most beautiful legs and a perfect figure. I was fully in love with my roommate.

From that first day, we spent every second together. We were like best friends but I wanted to be more. There were times where I wanted to tell her how I felt but I stopped myself. It was only the first week of school and we had the whole year together. Best to not ruin it on the first week.

At first, we had regular school days filled with classes and homework. That all changed one night.

While Erika and I were in our dorm room, we got a knock at the door. It was my friend Grace from my high school. I introduced her to Erika during the first week of school.

“Hey guys. I’m throwing a party tonight and you’re both invited.”

“No thanks I’m good.” I replied.

“Come on Elise we’re both 18 now. Time to cut lose! It’ll be fun.” Erika chimed in.

“I’m not a big partyer. I never have been to one so might as well not start now.”

“It will be fun. I’m not taking no for an answer.” Grace pressed on.

“Fine lets do it.” I finally relented.

“YAY! PARTY!!! Be at my dorm at 7:00.”

“Ok. See you soon!”

I was so nervous and I knew that this party would make a first impression on a lot of people that I didn’t know and some of them might even be friends of mine one day. I had to look good so I wore a short skirt and a nice tank top with a very revealing bra. I wanted to look sexy but also conservative. Erika agreed with my outfit and we headed out.

We got to Grace’s door and knocked and she answered.

“Ready for the best night of your lives?”

“I don’t know about that but I’m ready to have fun and relax a bit.” I answered.

“Come on in!” and she invited us in.

We were the last ones there. All the girls were sitting on the floor just chatting and drinking their drinks.

“Ok now that everyone is here, its time for the special ingredient for all your drinks.” And she pulled out a big bottle of vodka.

“None of us are old enough to drink though.” I said.

“No but we’re all 18 so we are adults so we might as well drink adult drinks. Don’t worry Elise we will all be ok.”

“Alright I guess you’re right.”

“This is going to be a great night!” exclaimed Erika.

“Your damn right it is.” Another girl said.

“Is it only girls tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah this is just girl time tonight. Plus, we are playing some crazy drinking games and we don’t want guys to be involved in those.”

“Good point.” I responded.

We all started to get to know each other and just chatted while getting drunk. Then it was time to party.

“Alright girls. I hope you’re not all too drunk yet because it time for DRINKING GAMES!!!!! CIRCLE UP BITCHES!!!!!” she basically screamed.

We all circled up.

“We have two games and they are in a specific order. First up is “Never have I ever”. It goes like this. You say something you’ve never done and if someone has done it they drink. Get it?”

“We got it.” We answered in unison.

We started and there were some really simple ones and some people were drinking. When we were all a little bit drunker that’s when the weird ones came out.

“Never have I ever had sex.” I said and they all drank except Erika.

Next was Erika. She thought about for a second and what she said shocked me to my core.

“Never have I ever kissed a girl.” Grace and I were the only ones who drank. I didn’t know Grace was bisexual or lesbian. Maybe it was from another drinking game or a dare. Anyways, I knew I had to be Erika’s first kiss from a girl.

We played a few more rounds and then Grace called it.

“That’s it. Time for the next game. I know this might be weird but we’re all drunk enough for it to not be. Spin the bottle.”

YES YES YES!!! This is perfect I thought. I might be able to kiss Erika and she would never suspect anything because of the game.

“Erika you’re up first!”

She spinned. Please be me! Please be me! But sadly it landed on a girl named Charlotte across the room. They kissed for about 3 seconds and then broke the kiss.

“Guess I have kissed a girl now.” And we all laughed.

“Your turn Elise.” Please be Erika I said in my head over and over as it spinned. I thought it was about to land on her but it spinned past her and landed on Grace.

“FUCK ME” I screamed in my head.

“Scoot over here girl!” she said slyly to me.

I moved over to her and gave her a quick kiss.

Everyone started to say, “WHOAH NO NO NO.”

“What did I do? I kissed her!”

“For less than a second. New rule. Has to be for 3 seconds at least but it can be longer if you’re both feelin’ it.” Said Grace.

“Ok fine. Rules are rules.”

I kissed her again but this time it felt different. I felt something awaken inside me. Before I could define it the kiss was over. Was I attracted to Grace?

It went around the circle and went back to Erika. I had butterflies. It was spinning and spinning and spinning and I couldn’t believe my luck when it landed on me.

I was literally jumping for joy in my head. I was only hoping that she was feeling it like I was and we could just kiss forever.

We leaned it and kissed. Her kiss was intoxicating. This time I could identify the feelings I felt with Grace but it was overwhelmingly stronger with Erika. It was love. I was fully in love with my own roommate Erika. When our 3 seconds were up she tried to pull away but I didn’t let her and I wanted it to last so much longer. Then she pulled away harder and we broke the kiss.

“Sorry Elise I’m just not feeling it like you.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“That’s ok.”

I was heart broken.

Next was Grace. She spun the bottle and it landed on Erika.

Apparently, Erika was feeling it with Grace because after the 3 seconds were up, they didn’t stop.

My heart shattered. The girl of my dreams was making out with my friend. I wanted the kiss to last longer but she chose Grace over me.

So we just continued to play the game without the two of them. I think I kissed everyone else in the room.

Finally, they stopped kissing.

“That concludes our night guys. Thanks for coming. Hopefully we can do this again soon!!!”

“Thanks Grace. Ready to leave Erika?” I asked.

“Nah thanks. I going to stay for a while and hangout with Grace.”

“Oh ok.” I said. As I left I could see they started to kiss again.

When I got back to the room, I cried. And when Erika didn’t come back, I knew what had happened. She and Grace were still kissing and probably more. I was finally able to cry myself to sleep with a broken heart.

—The Next Day—

I woke up and was alone in my room. I saw a text from Erika saying she and Grace were getting breakfast off campus and that I shouldn’t wait up for her. I went to the dining hall and got my own breakfast alone. That’s how I felt after last night…completely alone.

After I went to class, I got back to the room and there was Erika and Grace sitting and talking on her bed. I got the signal from Erika to leave. We made up a signal to leave in case we wanted to be alone with a guy (or a girl in this case) so I said I’m going to the library to study. I knew why she wanted to be alone. I’m not stupid but I just didn’t want to accept it.

I tried to go to the library and study but I just couldn’t focus. A little while later Erika texted me and told me it was ok to come back. She had to go to class.

When I got back her bed was all messy. My suspicions were true. It smelled like sex. My world literally shattered.

Instead of feeling sad, I used it to my advantage. Since Erika was in class and it still smelled like sex, I should masturbate thinking about Erika.

I striped off my clothes and thought about Erika eating out Grace with slow circles on my clit. Then I thought about Grace eating out Erika and I sped up and not long after I exploded as my orgasm hit me. Strongest of my life.

After that, it was a normal routine. I was asked to leave, then when I was alone, I would masturbate thinking about the two of them together. It was perfect but that only lasted for a month or two. I still wanted more. Then, like a god send, a perfect opportunity presented itself.

I was alone in my room doing homework. There was a knock at the door. It was Grace.

“Hey Grace. Looking for Erika? She isn’t here. She has a study group for the next 2 hours but that was about an hour ago, so she won’t be too much longer. You’re welcome to come in and wait.”

“Ok that sounds great. Thanks!”

I did homework for a little bit but then I had to speak up.

“Ok I can’t take it anymore. I felt something when we kissed.”

The look on her face was a mixture of shock and acceptance.

She stepped closer to me.

“Me too. It was like we were meant to kiss.”

And like magnets meeting, we kissed again. I felt strong electricity flowing between us and that feeling from our first kiss again, but it was so much stronger this time.

I pulled away.

“This is wrong. You’re with Erika.”

“She doesn’t have to know and plus we aren’t a thing. We are just friends with benefits. Plus, you said 2 hours right?”

“Yeah, but like I said, that was over an hour ago. She’ll probably be done in 30 minutes.

“Then let’s do something about these feelings right here right now. You with me?”

I couldn’t say no. Also, I did have feelings for Grace as well. But my true feelings were for Erika but Grace’s offer was too good to pass up.

“Alright but I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done more than kiss a girl before so go easy on me.”

“You’re going to love it don’t worry!” she assured me.

Our lips met again but it was more intense than before. It’s like they were glued together. They would not even separate when we moved to my bed. Before I knew it, we were full on making out on my bed.

Our lips and bodies were connected through electricity like a circuit flowing through us. It shot up my spine and surged all throughout my body.

“You ready?” she asked in a soft tone.

“Yes.” I said just above a whisper.

“Alright. Just sit back and relax.” Keeping her soft tone.

I closed my eyes. I felt light soft kisses on my neck and that made me shiver. As she moved down, they got harder. Before I knew it, she was hardcore sucking on my neck.

Next, she slowly lifted up my top and threw it to the side. She was marveled at my tits. Her eyes were super wide.

“Wow I love your tits. Why would you hide these?” she asked with a hint of humor.

“Well, apparently, I don’t need to anymore around you.” I said with a chuckle.

She starting sucking on my tits and that made me lightly clench my bed sheets. I didn’t know it could feel so good. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and flicked it around with her tongue. Then she would release it and do it again. I was trying so hard to not moan so no one would hear us. I grabbed my pillow and put it over my mouth. Then she moved on to my second nipple and repeated the process. It was a feeling like nothing else.

Then she gave slow kisses on my skin down my chest to my stomach until she made it to my soaking wet pussy. She slowly removed my panties and threw them on the floor.

“You ready?”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

“Good because it wasn’t even a question.” She said with joking intent and she gave me that smile that I saw the first day I met her. A smile filled with happiness and love. That is how I know she could not and would not ever hurt me. Also, she could see in my eyes that I was ready and then I closed them.

I waited and waited and waited and it felt like an eternity. Then it hit me like a freight train. With one long steady lick up my pussy, I almost came but I held it back. I clenched my bed sheets harder to contain the feelings. I wanted it to last as long as possible. She went to work but went slowly as she knew it was my first time. She kept doing long and steady licks to warm me up. Then she moved up to my clit and did slow circles around it. Then she started to suck on it, and I clenched harder and bit my tongue.

Then, her grand finale; She plunged her tongue deep inside me and I came…hard! My legs got stiff and were shaking as I moaned and screamed into my pillow, but she didn’t stop. She was giving me orgasm after orgasm and she only stopped when I pushed her head away. I finally came back down to earth from my orgasmic high.

I never knew I could feel this good, relaxed, and, to be honest, whole. This was so much better than what I did by myself. That was to fill an empty void with nothingness and loneliness. When I did it myself it felt like water cascading over me like a shower, but this was like a waterfall crashing down on me with incredible force.

When I finally had the strength to open my eyes, there she was. Grace herself lying right next to me.

“Well? What did you think?”

I smiled with pure joy and bliss. “Un-fucking-believable. How do you know how to do this?”

“Oh silly Elise. I’m bisexual. I’ve had many girlfriends. After all these years going back to high school and you never knew? I introduced some of them to you and said ‘girlfriend’.”

“But that’s what all girls say when they introduce a friend like ‘Hey girlfriend what’s up!’ But now the whole Erika thing makes sense. At first I thought it was just because of the party and the alcohol or a friends with benefits thing but it all makes sense now.”

“Well, now you know. How long until Erika gets back?”

“I would say any minute now, so you need to leave immediately.”

“Ok. Remember, this stays between us. Maybe if you keep your promise we can do it again so you can return the favor!” she said with a coy smile on her face.

“Will do. I got to get back to homework. See you later Grace!”

“See ya Elise!”

She closed the door and left. As soon as she left I opened a window to air out the room. Erika can never know about this. We have the whole year together and I don’t want to betray her trust in the first month.

The whole rest of the day I couldn’t concentrate. It was even worse when Erika came back. I couldn’t even make eye contact with her. I felt so guilty.

“Hey Elise. What have you been up to?”

“Just homework and stuff. The usual.”

“Ok cool. I’m going to Grace’s. Wanna come?”

“Nah I got work to do but thanks for the invite.”

“Ok. Don’t work too hard. Remember, work hard, play hard.”

“Ok. Maybe I’ll stop by later.”

“There you go! See you soon.” And she closed the door and left.

Phew she didn’t know.

Grace and I continued to have sex. Whenever Erika was out, we would meet in her room or mine and just fuck. Friends with benefits just like Grace and Erika except with Grace and I there were no feelings. It was just plain sex.

But it was hard. I still had strong feelings for Erika. After about 5 months of Grace and me I knew it was time. I had to tell Erika how I felt. I had only imagined it before, but I had to know what it really felt like. I really couldn’t take it anymore. It was literally eating away at me inside. I felt like I was going to explode. She had to know.

I had the perfect opportunity. Erika and I were alone in our room after a pep rally and I knew Grace couldn’t interrupt us because she was out of town. I took a deep breath and turned around and faced Erika who was sitting on her bed.

My god she looked beautiful. Her silky hair cascading and ending at her shoulders, he perfect lips just needing to be kissed, he piercing blue eyes, and her perfect figure.

“Hey Erika. Can we talk?”

“Sure Elise what’s up?”

“Well this is hard to say so bear with me as I struggle through this.”

“Take your time I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Ok thanks. Listen, the things I’ve been going through recently has made my life a little rough. I’ve met a lot of people, boys and girls, and some I’m friends with but no one I’ve had a deep connection with. No one seemed right for me and what I’m looking for is a deep emotional relationship. I personally think, the best things, the richest things, aren’t supposed to come easily. And sometimes the things that make the most sense make sense when everything else doesn’t. The thing is though, I’ve already found they special someone. All they have to do is say yes.” I said as I poured my heart out to her.

“Really? Who is it? Maybe I can help you. I promise I won’t tell.”

I just looked down at the floor and then back up to her eyes. I saw her smile turn to quivering lips as she started to tear up as she ran out of the room.

I felt terrible. I just made my roommate and best friend cry. I just laid back on my bed and started to cry myself. I’m pretty sure I just destroyed our friendship. I didn’t even know if she would come back. Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours and soon it was nighttime. What if she never came back? How could I go on without her?

Right before I went to bed there was a knock at my door. I flew towards the door and Grace was there. My heart sank.

“Hey Elise. Do you know where Erika is? I’ve been trying to reach her all day and I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Nope. She left my room around noon and hasn’t come back since. Wait, I think I know where she is!”

“Awesome. Let me come with you.”

“No, I need to go alone. There is something we need to talk about alone.”

There is a statue at the top of the hill that overlooks the entire campus. We walked up there one day and said its really pretty and a great place to go when you need to be alone and get some peace and quiet since it’s a pretty long hike. I grabbed my flashlight and headed out.

Half and hour later I finally reached the top of the hill and there sitting below the statue looking out over the campus was Erika.

I walked up next to her.

“Hey Erika. Can I sit here?”

No answer.

“I’m going to anyways.” And I sat down next to her.

We both sat there in silence for about 5 minutes before I decided to speak up.

“Listen Erika I’m sorry. I meant everything I said and I fell in love the moment you stepped into our room.”

“Elise stop.” She whispered.

“I had these feeling for a while and I didn’t know how long I could keep them in.”

“Stop!!!” she basically screamed.

I sat there in silence.

“Do you know what you have put me through these past couple of hours? I have cried 5 times in the past 5 hours. I keep thinking how this could have happened. I didn’t send any mixed signals or drop any hints or anything so I don’t know how this could happen.”

“I didn’t say you liked me. I said I love you. It was nothing you did. It’s how I feel.”

“Leave me be right now. I’ll come back and talk to you when I’m ready.”

“Ok if that’s what you want.” I said and I headed back down to our room.

I couldn’t help but think about what I put her through. I never meant to hurt her. I just wanted to tell how I felt and hopefully she would have felt the same way.

At about 3:00 am, Erika came back.

“Listen, I have thought about this and I have a proposition for you. If we have sex once, let me be clear ONCE, will you be satisfied and let this whole thing go?”

I was jaw dropped at this proposition.

“Yes yes yessss!!! I will let this go and we will put it all behind us. Just one time.”

“Just one time.” She said with a slight excitement in her voice.

“How do you want to do this Elise?”

I leapt towards her and placed a kiss on her soft perfect lips that have been taunting me for so long. It was even better than I could have ever expected. It was like our lips were melted together by lust.

I started to take off her shirt and she lifted her arms to let me do it. She took mine off as well it is felt like a dream and I didn’t want it to end.

We slowly stumbled our way to my bed careful not to break our lustful kiss and we made it and the kiss became more passionate and intense. I could literally feel the lustful energy coursing throughout my entire body. It was like I was on fire and I think our lips were because even when we started to take our bras off, they were fused together and unbreakable. We kissed like that for hours.

The fusing of our numb lips broke.

“I can’t feel my lips.” I said.

“I guess it is true that you can kiss so much that you can no longer feel the kisses haha.” She said while chuckling.

“Should we press pause and eat something, so we have energy for phase 2?” she asked.

“No fucking way we’ve come too far. I don’t want you to change your mind.”

I pushed her back on the bed and started to suck on her neck getting a soft moan from my true love. The harder I sucked the louder the moans got. Then I started to nibble and that really got her going.

“You have to be quiet! It’s only 6:00 am. People are still sleeping.” And I shoved a pillow over her face, but I was still proud that I was causing moans so loud that we had to use a pillow to stifle them.

Then the moment I had been waiting for. I moved down to her perfect, perky breasts that I have only seen a couple times and now I get to suck on them? Is this a dream? Is this really happening? I snapped out and it and thought I should get to work.

I moved to her first nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She kept moaning to tell me I was doing a good job. I kept sucking and licking her nipple to warm her up and her skin was so soft I could have licked forever.

I slowly released my mouth from her nipple, and I knew it was time. I slowly placed soft kisses down her body down to her wet pussy. I slowly peeled off her panties. Her pussy was dripping wet and smell was intoxicating making my mind all fuzzy and my vision blurry.

I finally knew I could do this. I placed one long lick up her pussy coating my tongue with her juices. My god I thought I was going to faint she tasted so amazing. She moaned to tell me she approved.

I kept on thinking it was a dream and I was going to wake up, but I kept licking to know I was not dreaming. This was real. This was reality. I never thought this would happen, but it’s happening.

I kept doing slow licks to not make her cum too fast. I knew it would happen only once, so I needed it to last as long as possible. Her moans were telling me to keep going. I knew it couldn’t wait so I moved up to her clit. I could feel she needed to cum.

So, I sucked super hard on clit. She moaned and arched her back. I knew I was doing a good job. I kept sucking and licking and so I shoved a finger in and that really got her going. I could feel her tensing up, so I knew she was close. I knew it was finally time for her to cum. So, I replaced my finger with my tongue and shoved my tongue in as far and I could, and she exploded and literally screamed and luckily the pillow did its job to make it quieter as it was 6:00 am. She was squirming and shaking, and I knew she was enjoying herself. I held her close to calm her down. She finally stopped shaking and opened her eyes and she looked up at me.

“Wow. Oh my gosh. I passed out. That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Thank you.” She said above a whisper.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. I think you need to hold up your end of the bargain now.”

“I guess you’re right. Remember one time and that’s it.” She reminded me.

“One time.” I said with a smile.

“Ok.” She smiled.

She slowly laid me back.

“Put this pillow over your mouth. I’ve known to cause some pretty loud moans. Just ask Grace.” She said with a smile.

“As you wish my dear.” And I put the pillow over my mouth.

With the pillow over my face I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t tell what was taking so long.

I took the pillow off my face and there was Erika shaking with fear.

“Are you ok?” I said as I hugged her.

“I need to be honest. When you just made love to me, I actually felt something. It was feelings for you, and I have the fear that if I start this with you, I won’t be able to stop. I said one time but if I go further with you, I know for a fact the feelings will get stronger and that won’t end well.”

“What’s wrong with that? That’s what we both want. To keep this going. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“We are roommates and we spend a huge amount of time together. Every time we are together, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll always want to have sex and that’s not healthy. I will miss study groups and classes just to be with you.” She said with tears forming with her eyes.

“How about this. We save sex for the weekends. After homework and all work is done, we can spend intimate time together. How does that sound?” I asked. I didn’t want to lose this, so I had to compromise.

She took a deep breath. “Ok. Let’s try it.”

I felt like I was about to scream but I didn’t want to not freak her out so I held it in.

“Yay! Thanks!”

“Do you still want me to satisfy your needs?”

“Yes please.”

That is when I had the best sex of my entire life. I had at least 4 orgasms. I fainted and she just kept going. She wanted to be sure I was satisfied. And I have to say I was more than satisfied.

“So how do you feel?” she asked lying next to me.

“Dead and completely satisfied. I hope this is something that will continue.” I replied but then something hit me. I was also sleeping with Grace, so I had to hide each relationship from each other. I had to juggle these two girls and they couldn’t figure out about each other.

As I kept thinking about it, I knew I had to drop one of them. But who? Erika was my true love and I knew she wanted this. But Grace, oh Grace was just amazing, and we could sleep together not just on the weekends. I knew I had to choose. Have limited sex with my true love, or endless sex with someone who is amazing. I was really in a pickle.

–A Week Later–

I took a week to think about it and I made my decision. I had to go with Erika. But I wanted one more sexual encounter with Grace so when Erika left for her class, I invited Grace over.

“Hey Grace.”

“Hey sexy thing. You ready to do this?”

“Yeah just one more thing. This has to be a last time for us. I’m getting really busy and I don’t think I can keep up with someone as sexually active as you.” I lied to her. I had to come up with something to make sure we couldn’t continue this.

She looked down and then looked up.

“Are you being serious? This is about to end?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry but we get to have sex one more time. Let’s make it a good one.”

“Ok fine.”

And we made love for over an hour.

While we were laying there naked and free the door opened and there was Erika. Her face only showed one emotion; shock.

“Ok Erika I can explain.”

“No need. This has always been a fantasy of mine. Let’s all have sex together.”

And we did. We swapped eating each other out and sucking on each other’s nipples and we had orgasmic bliss until the sun set over that beautiful day.

“Girls, this has been amazing. Let’s make this a normal thing. What do you girls think?”

“For sure!” they both said in unison.

“Ok. Let’s sleep.”

And we did and I no longer needed to dream about either Erika or Grace because I finally got what I always wanted in room 268.

The End.

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Keily is eager to show her sister her futa-cock and breed her even if she’s in the middle of class!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Forbidden Wish
Chapter Two: Keily’s Futa Menage
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“I am a futa!”

My exuberant scream echoed through the halls of Washington College, my school. My shoes smacked on the linoleum as my new futa-dick bounced before me. The fleshy shaft thrust from below my skirt, bunched around my waist, and my above tights, bunched around my upper thighs. Precum flicked from the tip as I raced forward, my heart beating with such excitement.

“The futa-fairy gave me a gift!” I howled. “It’s amazing!”

I darted past classes in session, students oblivious to the fact that I was now awesome. I shuddered, my pussy on fire, my auburn pigtails dancing behind me as I ran with all my effort towards my destination: my older sister’s class.

She wasn’t the only futa in the family. Of course, she was a futa at night while I was a futa at day thanks to a bunch of complicated magic stuff. But that didn’t really matter. I could fuck her now. Breed her!

“We’ll both be pregnant!” I howled. “Because I’m a futa, too!”

My words echoed back at me as I hit the stairs, taking them too at a time. My cock really bounced now, smacking up into my bunched up skirts. I gripped it, groaning at the strain on my new dick transformed from my little clit.

I savored the throbbing warmth of my thick cock in my hand. Long and wide. I finally had something developed about me. Even though I just turned nineteen, I had no tits, just little budding mounds. My hips were slim, my body short. I was only 5’0” because of my shoes. But now I had a futa-dick as big as they could come.

My sister would squeal on it.

Such breathless excitement to reach Deidre and show her my amazing futa-gift surged through me. I reached the second floor, hesitating for just a moment. Mr. Yancy’s class lay to the…right.

I darted in that direction, stroking my dick as I hustled through the halls. My cock ached and throbbed. I smeared precum down my shaft. The tip throbbed whenever I brushed it. So sensitive, like my clit times a million-billion.

I rubbed my thumb across the spongy crown, squealed my delight.

“I love being a futa!”

I found Mr. Yancy’s classroom and ripped open the door. I burst in. All the girls lifted their heads from their textbooks, glancing at me. Their eyes widened with surprise at the sight of my petite body sporting a huge futa-dick.

“And so you can see how when we plug cosine into the value for X,” droned Mr. Yancy, not even aware of my intrusion.

I loved futa-fairy magic!

“Deidre, I’m a futa!” I shouted, spotting my sister sitting in the back, her fiery hair framing her freckled face, her blue eyes widening in shock as she stared at me. I darted down the side of the classroom, the girls turning their heads to stare at me. “Look, look!”

I stopped before my sister’s desk, shaking my futa-dick at her.

“Isn’t it so awesome!”

“Holy shit, Deidre,” she said, staring at it. “You… It was the other one, right? Not Leanan Sidhe?”

I nodded my head. “And B said we’d breed each other. That we’d both be pregnant together. You’re going to have my baby, and I’m going to have yours! Isn’t that so awesome?”

I trembled, waiting for my sister’s enthusiasm as she stared at my dick. A nervous twinge washed through me as she didn’t immediately cheer for joy. I licked my lips, her blue eyes wide, her face looked like a guy who just got kicked in the balls.

And then she moaned, “Yes!”

My sister seized my face with her eager hands. She gripped me, pulling me down towards a kiss. Her mouth planted on mine. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered, closing my eyes, melting into our incestuous kiss. Our tongues fenced, caressed.

My futa-dick throbbed, my pussy aching.

“That is so hot,” moaned Rosa, a Hispanic girl sitting nearby. “Like watching Lana kiss her mother.”

“Yes,” Lana Teller moaned from nearby. “Ooh, Mom and I love kissing after we’ve blown Cassie.”

I giggled, breaking the kiss. Everyone knew that Lana and her hot, MILF mother dated Cassie, one of the futa-cheerleaders. Lana’s mom dumped her loser husband for the hot futa next door, and Lana joined the fun.

I heard their slumber parties can be wild.

“Wow,” my sister said, grabbing my dick. “You are hung, little sis. This is awesome.”

I nodded. “Math is boring. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, yes, you have to fuck your little sister,” Lana moaned. “Two futas in the family. Your mother will be so lucky.”

I grinned. Our mother regularly joined my sister and me in bed. It was so hot sharing our mother with each other. I couldn’t wait to fuck her, too. Ooh, we’d have to pull a surprise, give her quite a shock like the time she caught us fucking on the couch during movie night.

“Yes, I need this cock in me,” Deidre moaned and kissed me again.

And then our hands were attacking each other’s clothing. The boys kept listening to their math teacher’s dumb lecture, unaware two hot girls, one a sexy futa, were stripping naked and about to fuck. My pussy dripped juices as my sweater came off, rubbing on my little nipples. Deidre cupped my small breasts, giving them a squeeze before reaching for my skirt.

I pulled her sweater off, pressing my face into her round breasts. I loved the feel of her silky tits rubbing on my cheeks. I breathed in her scent, smelling so sweet. I kissed and nuzzled, our hands shoving down our skirts and tights. I groaned, my dick bending as my sister hauled off my skirt. Then my shaft sprang free, hurtled upward, and smacked right into her pussy covered by her downy pubic hair.

“Keily!” gasped my sister, rubbing her hot cunt on my dick.

My first pussy. It was so right that it belonged to my sister. I loved her so much. Yes, we had fun with other futas and girls, even our mother, but our hearts belonged to each other. Ever since she took my cherry, maybe even before then, I’d loved her. And she loved me.

I found her nipple, sucking on it as I wiggled my hips, fucking my cock along her wet pussy. Her silky pubic hair tickled my shaft, her juices smearing over it. I groaned, my hands gripping her now naked ass. I mewled on her nub, pleasure rippling through me.

“Keily, what a naughty little sister. And you’re so hung. Mmm, we’re going to have so much fun.”

I only moaned around her nipple, not wanting to let go.

“This is so hot,” Rosa purred. “Ooh, Lana, yes, finger my twat.”

“Better than math,” Lana laughed.

Other girls moaned their agreement.

I just shuddered, Juices dripping down my thighs. The delicious slide of my dick against my sister’s hot snatch, her thighs pressing tight around my girth, sent pleasure rippling through my pussy. I groaned, the ache building at the tip of my dick.

Then Deidre backed away. She grabbed me, her pussy slipping away from my dick, and pushed me back down onto her desk. She ripped off my tights bunched around my ankles and spread my thighs apart. She licked her lips, leaning in a and gasping.

“There’s cum dribbling out of your asshole!” Deidre arched an eyebrow.

“I think someone has Ms. Marcie right now,” moaned Lana. “Ooh, Rosa, yes, I like that. Keep massaging my clit.”

“Yep,” I nodded. “That’s my futa-teacher’s spunk. She fucked me so hard I passed out and met the futa-fairy.”

“Wicked,” my sister moaned. Then she leaned in and nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. I groaned, her hands pushing up my legs so she could get in there easier. She lapped through my butt-crack, gathering the futa-spunk. “Ooh, yes, lick my asshole.”

She did, swiping her tongue across my sphincter, gathering the futa-jizz staining my bowels. Then she climbed up through my crack, past my taint, and dove through the folds of my pussy. I squealed, my dick twitching and bobbing before me as the rapture surged through me.

Then she dove back into my butt-crack, gathering more of the cum leaking out of me. My toes curled as my feet waved in the air. I groaned, spotting Rosa and Lana fingering each other, both licking their lips as they watched.

My sister’s tongue dragged up through my pussy again. She teased my folds. But this time she didn’t stop. She reached my cock and kept climbing. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head as she rose and rose.

My dick twitched.

“Deidre!” I moaned.

Her silky, fiery hair spilled about my stomach as she journeyed for the tip. I gasped when she reached it. Her tongue fluttered around it, stroking my new, sensitive crown. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My snatch and asshole both clenched, forcing out more cum from my bowels.

I bucked and spasmed, believing this couldn’t get better. And then she engulfed my dick. Ms. Marcie sucked my cock when it first sprouted, but I was still coming out of the rapture of my dream, of growing a dick, to fully comprehend what I experienced.

Now I did.

My sister’s mouth locked about my dick. She sucked hard. My body bucked. My pussy boiled. Pleasure surged through me. Her suction reached down into my pussy, touching two aching points inside of me.

My ovaries.

“Deidre!” I squealed at the top of my voice. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. You’re sucking my futa-dick.”
“She is,” moaned Lana. “Ooh, I love sucking Cassie’s.”

“Me, too,” groaned Rosa. “Damn, Keily, your cock looks so huge on you.”

“She’s so tiny.”

I just moaned, shuddering on the desk, my pigtails swaying behind me. My sister sucked and bobbed her mouth. She loved my cock. Her blue eyes stared up at me, burning with such rapture as she bobbed her mouth. She twisted her mouth, stirring her dick around in her mouth, rubbing the tip on the roof, against her cheeks. Her tongue danced and caressed.

Everything she did made my ovaries ache more. The futa-cum wanted to escape, to flood her mouth and drown her in girl-jizz. I wanted that so badly, too. I ached for it. I trembled, whimpering as the pleasure surged through me.

“Deidre!” I moaned, my small tits jiggling. “I’m going to cum!”

She sucked harder, bobbing her mouth. Her blue eyes stared up at me, twinkling with her desire. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. All the eyes on me, watching me tremble and gasp. Pleasure rippled through my nineteen-year-old body.

“Yes!” I howled and came.

“Flood her mouth, Keily!” Lana moaned.

Jizz spurted hot from my dick. Every blast sent a spasm of rapture through my body. The desk creaked as I bucked and twitched. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded out of my snatch, staining my thighs as ecstasy drowned my mind. Two different delights all firing at the same time, engulfing my mind in rapture.

I loved it. I hugged the pleasure to me, embracing it as I bucked and spasmed on the desk. Such wondrous delight washed through me. The powerful eruptions from my cock, so much more immediate than the rapture I was familiar with.

My eyes fluttered. I groaned. “Deidre!”

The final spasm racked my body as the last spurt of cum flooded her mouth. She pulled her mouth off my girl-cock, opening wide. My pearly futa-jizz swam around her pink tongue. She swirled it around, arching eyebrows.

I sat up on the desk, seizing my sister’s face, and planted a hot kiss on the mouth. My tongue dove into her mouth, tasting the salt of my girl-cum for the first time. My body quivered, still trembling from my orgasm, as I savored my taste. Such a delicious flavor. I swirled it through my mouth, an ambrosia that had me trembling and groaning.

Our tongues caressed each other. I shivered, my heart thudding in my chest as we snowballed the jizz back and forth. It coated my tongue in salty goodness. I trembled, my pussy burning with the excitement of our kiss.

Then she broke it, grinning at me. “Well, sis, you loved that.”

“So much,” I groaned, panting. “Ooh, that was awesome. I can’t believe you held all that cum in your mouth.”

“It’s so good.” she said then stood up. She backed up to Lana’s desk, empty since its owner and Rosa shuddered nearby, cumming on each other’s fingers. My sister hopped onto the desk, spreading her thighs. A bright bush, soaked with her juices, waited. “But I need cum right here.”

She pointed at her pussy.

“I need to be bred by my little futa-sister!”

A great cheer rose through the watching girls. Someone smacked my ass as I hopped off the desk. I grinned, heading forward, my cock bobbing before me. I trembled, so eager to be in my sister. For the next few weeks, we were both nineteen. Soon, she’d be twenty, truly older than me again. But right now I felt her equal.

My sister grabbed my cock, stroking it with her fingers. Her round breasts heaved, her nipples so pink and hard. I licked my lips, trembling. This was truly happening. My passionate wish come true, granted by the futa-fairy.

Thank you, B.

“Mmm, I want this cock in me,” Deidre purred. “My little sister is hung.”

“She’s going to stretch out your pussy,” Lana moaned.

“Fuck your big sis,” Rosa said. “Get that cock buried in her twat right now. She needs it.”

“So badly,” Deidre moaned. “Look at how wet I am.”

“So wet,” I grinned, proud that I drove my sister wild with passion. Now she dripped with it. I shivered, approaching her.

I rubbed my cock into her pussy. I slid it up and down her slit. I groaned, the pleasure rippling through me. I savored the silky heat of her flesh. Her pubic hair tickled me. Wet pussy lips beckoned, begging for my dick to penetrate them.

For my first taste of a girl’s pussy.

“You’ll love it,” Deidre beamed.

“I will!” I beamed and thrust.

My eyes widened as my cock buried into my sister’s pussy in a single thrust. My crotch smacked into hers as her snatch engulfed my dick. Pleasure shot down my cock. I buried into a silky, hot, wet paradise. My body shuddered, a moan rising out of my throat.

“I think she likes it,” giggled Lana.

“Oh, yes,” Rosa purred. “That is a look of pure rapture. Ooh, I wish I were a futa. I want that rapture.”

“It’s awesome!” I groaned, my dick twitching in her pussy. Her sheath rippled around me as she twitched, her breasts bobbing.

“And you feel amazing in me,” my sister smiled, licking her lips. “So what are you waiting on? Fuck me, little sis.”

I cupped her round breasts, squeezing them, and moaned, “Yes!”

The girls cheered again, drowning out Mr. Yancy droning on about boring stuff. This was far more important. Hot pussy wrapped around my girl-dick. My sister’s hot pussy. I shuddered, my hips drawing back my cock, sliding through her tight depths.

Rapture washed through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching and my toes curling. Juices flooded down my sides as I savored this amazing feeling. I loved it. My dick’s tip drank in the silky caresses of her cunt, her juices glistening on the shaft.

My fingers dug into her firm tits as I thrust forward. The desk creaked. My sister groaned, her thighs wrapping about my waist. She gripped me, whimpering in delight as she enjoyed my futa-dick in her.

“Oh, god, Keily,” gasped Deidre, her voice so throaty. “I never imagined you’d have a dick. It’s awesome. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I panted, drawing back my hips, my cock sliding through her pussy. I thrust. “You’re the best.”

She grinned at me. “Mmm, and things are about to get even hotter.”

I had no idea what she meant until I drew back my hips again. Something brushed my ass. It felt like a…

“Ms. Marcie!” I gasped as a futa-dick pressed between my butt-cheeks, following my thrust forward as I buried into my sister’s twat.”

“Mmm, yes,” she groaned. “I’ve been observing. You think you can run out on my class with that beautiful cock and I wouldn’t follow.”

I drew back my hips, my futa-teacher’s dick pressing on my puckered asshole again. I groaned, my sphincter widening, swallowing her cock as I pulled out of my sister’s cunt. I shuddered, being filled. My bowels stretched around her dick.

Hot pleasure flowed out of my asshole into my pussy and then into girl-dick. I gasped, thrusting forward. As I fucked my sister’s pussy, I fucked my asshole up and down my futa-teacher’s dick. She hugged me, her large tits rubbing on my shoulder blades, her nipples so hard. I worked my asshole up and down her shaft as I pumped away at my sister’s incestuous twat.

“That is so hot!” Lana moaned. “Like watching Cassie and Kimmie performing during a game.”

“Oh, yes,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, look at Keily’s cute ass just swallowing that monster cock.”

“It must be so hot,” Deidre moaned, her pussy clenching down my dick as I buried into her pussy.

“It feels so hot,” I whimpered, my bowels tightening on Ms. Marcie’s girl-cock as I slid my asshole down it. “Oh, wow.”

My teacher’s hands covered my small tits, massaging my little nipples. “Just keep fucking that sister. Breed her and we’ll all cum together.”

“Yes!” Deidre hissed. “Breed me.”

I groaned, my pussy and asshole both squeezing down. Juices flooded out of my cunt, the friction in my asshole growing hotter. The fire raging in my bowels met the heat pouring out of my cock as I fucked my sister’s wet furnace.

My head swayed. Dizzy delight rippled through me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. To fuck and be fucked. To have a dick spearing my asshole while I pumped away at my sister’s cunt. I groaned, the pressure building in my ovaries, boiled by the dual delights rippling through my body.

“I’m going to fire so much cum into you,” I moaned, squeezing my sister’s firm tits. “You’re going to be bred a dozen times. You’ll just keep getting pregnant.”

“I love it!” she moaned, bucking her hips into my thrusts. Our flesh smacked together, her pussy growing so hot around my dick. The desk creaked, rocking as I fucked her hard.

“Ooh, yes, breed your sister,” moaned the futa-teacher.

And then she rammed her hips forward. I gasped, her crotch smacking into my ass and driving my cock hard into my sister’s pussy. Deidre yelped at the sudden intrusion. Her body bucked, rapture bursting out of her mouth.

My bowels clenched hard on my futa-teacher’s dick. She buried every inch of her girl-cock in me. As she withdrew, I followed her, pulling out of my sister’s pussy. I shuddered as she thrust again, driving me into my sister’s futa-pussy.

“Breed her!” the other girls cheered.

“Yes, yes, breed me,” moaned my sister. “I want to carry your baby, Keily. I want our daughters to grow up together! Grow up to be lovers!”

Her words hit me hard. I groaned, my entire body convulsing at the naughty idea. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, thrusting so hard, ramming my girl-dick hard and fast into my sister’s pussy as Ms. Marcie fucked my asshole just as hard.

My bowels ached and throbbed, taking her big futa-dick reaming me. Pleasure shot from my asshole to the tip of my girl-cock, passing through my boiling pussy. Juices flooded down my thighs, coating my flesh in my enticement as my body drank in the two different sensations.

Fucking and being fucked. Amazing. I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to breed my sister!” I screamed.

“Yes, you are,” panted Ms. Marcie. “B keeps her word. You’re going to fire your cum into your sister’s fertile depths. You’re going to plant a futa-baby in her womb. You’re both going to swell so round. Ooh, I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” gasped Deidre.

My sister’s pussy went wild about my plunging cock. She bucked and moaned, her body heaving on the desk, breasts jiggling before me. It rattled, her arms embracing it. My crotch smacked into hers as I plowed her cumming snatch. I grabbed her tits, holding them, loving their pliant feel.

Her twat massaged my cock, hungry for my futa-cum. My pussy clenched, dizzy delight shivering through me. Ms. Marcie plowed her shaft hard into my asshole, driving me so deep into my sister’s convulsing sheath.

“Deidre!” I gasped, pinned to her by Ms. Marcie’s frantic thrusts. She plunged her dick in and out of my bowels so fast now, caught up in the lust. I bent over my sister, her pussy writhing about my dick, providing all the stimulation I needed. Our breasts brushed, our nipples kissing. “I love you!”

“Love you, baby sis!”

I came.

Rapture exploded through my body. My cum fired from my girl-dick into my sister’s pussy for the first time. But it wouldn’t be the last time. Not by a long shot. My eyes rolled back into my head. My body convulsed, swaying between my futa-teacher and my wonderful sister.

Her pussy sucked at my cock, pulling out all the girl-jizz from my ovaries. Each powerful eruption spasmed my body. Dizzy waves washed through my mind, caressing my thoughts with euphoric ecstasy. I squeaked and gasped, drinking it in, my bowels writhing about Ms. Marcie’s cock.

“Oh, yes, that’s so hot,” moaned my teacher. “A futa breeding her sister. I love it!”

She rammed her huge dick into my bowels. Hot friction burned through me, fueling another spurting orgasm. More fertile futa-seed flooded my sister’s cunt. And I knew right then and there I had bred her. That my cum had found its way to her womb.

Ms. Marcie erupted into my asshole. Her cum spurted into me, filling me for a second time this morning. Only I was a futa this time. I shivered, delighting in that as the pleasure rose to my brain. I drank it in.

“Oh, that is so hot!” Rosa panted.

“Uh-huh,” panted Lana. “Ooh, yes. Lick my fingers clean of your naughty juices.”

I blinked, my orgasm crashing down as the last spurt of jizz flooded my bowels. Lana and Rosa fed each other their fingers. Their tongues licked their own juices off of them. Other girls writhed in passion, some licking another’s pussies, others fingering cunts or assholes. One girl had her face buried between large, pillowy tits, frigging her own cunt as she reveled in them.

And the boys kept listening to the math lecture. One even asked a question, oblivious to the two girls kissing next to him.

I giggled, which turned into a groan as Ms. Marcie pulled her futa-dick out of my asshole. Her cum flooded out of my well-fucked sphincter, dribbling across my taint to my bush. Then it ran thick down my thighs.

“Mmm, your sister got my cock dirty, so you need to clean it off,” Ms. Marcie purred, walking around the desk, one hand grasping her futa-dick. She brandished it at Deidre. “Just suck it clean.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” my sister purred, her cum-filled pussy squeezing on my dick.

I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in her snatch as I watched. My sister leaned all the way back, hanging her head off the end of the desk. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on Ms. Marcie’s dick, cleaning off my sour musk. I shivered, licking my lips, wanting to feast myself.

Then I ripped my girl-cock out of my sister’s pussy and fell to my knees. I knew that only one sperm out of the millions I fired into her snatch were needed to fertilize her egg. So there was plenty of excess cum for me to enjoy.

Deidre squealed when I buried my face into her messy cunt. I lapped through her folds, enjoying her spicy musk mixed with my salty cum. Her cream and my girl-jizz coated my tongue, more dribbling down my chin. She writhed, her breasts jiggling before me.

“Mmm, yes, lick your sister clean,” purred Ms. Marcie, her large tits swaying as she enjoyed Deidre’s mouth. “It makes her moan so wickedly about my cock.”

“I’ll make her scream on your futa-cock, Ms. Marcie,” I promised and buried my face into my sister’s twat.

“Such a dear,” groaned the futa-teacher.

My tongue danced through my sister’s folds. I lapped up my jizz and her cream while she squirmed, her tits heaving. Her fiery bush tickled my lips and chins. I knew this twat so well. I’d eaten it so many times, whether she had her futa-cock or not, over the last six months.

I savored the incestuous thrill of loving my sister. Nothing made me happier.

My dick throbbed before me, aching for another cum, but I ignored it, concentrating on my sister’s twat. I licked and lapped up all my jizz I could find, then plunged into the depths of her snatch, searching for more of my salty treat.

“So who should suck her cock, and who gets to lick the futa-teacher’s cum out of her ass?” Lana asked.

“Dibs on her ass!” Rosa shouted.

“I’m fine with that,” Lana groaned.

I shivered as the two older girls, both sophomores like my sister, fell to their knees around me. Lana’s hot mouth engulfed the tip of my cock, tasting my sister’s spicy cream as she sucked hard. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of Ms. Marcie’s girl-cum.

Right into Rosa’s lapping mouth.

I groaned into my sister’s pussy, savoring the long, slow drag of Rosa’s tongue licking up from my pussy, through my taint, and into my butt-crack. She gathered Ms. Marcie’s futa-jizz on her way to my asshole.

When she reached it, I moaned into my sister’s spicy pussy. Rosa swirled her tongue about my asshole, lapping out the cum bubbling out of the depths of my bowels. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Lana’s mouth.

“Oh, my god, Deidre,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices dribbling down my thighs. “Having a futa-cock is awesome.”

My sister just moaned in agreement, mouth still wrapped about Ms. Marcie’s dick, cleaning me off that thick shaft.

“It is,” groaned Ms. Marcie. “I’m so thrilled B gifted you. Every girl in college’s going to be so jealous.”

“So jealous,” Rosa moaned before she plunged her tongue into my asshole.

I squeaked, my eyes widening. Her tongue swirled through my bowels, gathering more futa-cum. Rough delight rippled through my pussy and up my cock to the tip aching in Lana’s sucking mouth. The girl, her head tilted to the side, moaned about my girl-dick, bobbing her head. Hot, wet rapture swirled around my shaft.

I loved having a futa-dick.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my entire body shaking. Such wicked delight surged through me. My pussy tingled. And then Lana’s fingers found it. I shivered, three pleasures rippling through me as her delicate fingers probed into my pussy, sliding into my wet depths.

I squeezed down on them, moaning into my sister’s snatch. I thrust my tongue deep into Deidre’s cunt, my pussy tingling, my asshole aching, my dick throbbing. Lana and Rose drove me wild, stars dancing across my eyes as another orgasm built in me.

“Mmm, yes, lick your sister’s ass off my cock,” purred Ms. Marcie. “I’m going to give you a belly full of futa-cum.”

“Do it!” I moaned between licks of spicy cunt. “Flood her mouth. She always loves her own cum licked out of my pussy.”

“What futa doesn’t?” laughed Ms. Marcie.

“It’s awesome!” I panted, then I sucked on my sister’s clit.

Deidre squealed about my futa-teacher’s cock. Her hips wiggled. Her clit throbbed between my lips. I loved it. Her pubic hair tickled my cheeks. Her moans grew louder and louder. Then she let out a quivering moan.

Juices gushed from her cunt.

I loved making her squirt. I gulped down her juices, my dick throbbing, my pussy clenching on Lana’s fingers. Rosa swirled her tongue through my asshole, whipping such delight through me. I groaned, trembling, my body on the verge of erupting.

Then Lana curled her fingers. She rubbed along the top of my pussy wall, sucking so hard. My eyes widened as she found my G-spot. My head snapped back from my sister’s twat. I let out a moaning shudder, my cunt clenching on Lana’s fingers, my dick aching in her hungry mouth.

“You naughty slut!” I howled. And came in the older girl’s hungry mouth.

My bowels clenched on Rosa’s tongue, forcing more of my cum from deeper in my asshole. She sucked it out of me as I trembled. My pussy convulsed on Lana’s fingers as she assaulted my G-spot, sending wave after wave of rapture through my body.

But the real treat came from my cock.

It erupted.

“Shit!” I gasped. “Drink my cum, Lana! Drink it!”

I loved shouting that, so thrilled to finally be a futa. My girl-dick unloaded. Hot jizz spurted into Lana’s hungry mouth. She gulped it down, my juices flooding around her hand. I swayed on my knees, moaning, my body assaulted by triple raptures.

Rosa sucked on my asshole, drawing out all the cum. I quivered, my small tits shaking. My auburn pigtails danced about my shoulder. Every blast of my cock sent another wonderful spasm through my body. I groaned.

Girls cheered.

“That’s so hot.”

“I wish I was a futa.”

“Or that at least my sister was one.”

“If my mom was one, I’d be fucking her day and night!”

“Futas are so hot.”

“Make me a futa, Miss Fairy! Please!”

“Oh, god, yes,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, you have a great ass, too, Keily.”

“And cum,” Lana panted after popping her mouth off my dick. “You and your sister really need to come to my slumber parties. Cassie would be thrilled to have you.”

“That sounds fun,” I panted, taking in deep breaths. “And your mom. Will she want me there?”

Lana laughed. “The three of us love sharing cuties like you.”

“Ooh, I need your cock in my ass now,” moaned my sister. “I want you in all my holes.”

“Now that does sound naughty,” purred Ms. Marcie. “But I have an idea that’s wild.”

“What?” I asked, rising.

“Two futa-cocks in her asshole. Officer Cindy and I’ve done it with our daughters’ pussies, but I’ve wondered about assholes.”

“Oh, my god,” moaned Deidre. “Yes, yes, yes, let’s try it.”

“That is so fucking wild,” groaned Lana.

“You’re thinking of having Cassie and Kimmie do it to you tonight during the slumber party,” Rosa panted.

“Aren’t you?”

The Hispanic girl nodded.

Ms. Marcie positioned us. She had my sister and I stretch out on the floor, my back pressed into Deidre’s. I hugged her, the tip of my dick nestled against her tight sphincter. I know she’s fucked Ms. Marcie before, so I knew she’s taken a futa-cock back here.

But two? I hoped it wouldn’t hurt her.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.

“Oh, I want to,” she moaned. “It sounds so hot.”

Ms. Marcie nestled down on the other side of my sister, her big boobs pillowing together. She guided her cock between my sister’s thighs, her dick brushing mine. She had to come in at a weird angle, her legs entwined with mine, too, as we both pressed our dicks against my sister’s asshole.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Do it!” moaned my sister.

“Thrust!”

I obeyed my teacher. The pair of us both thrust at the same moment. Our two dicks, pressed tight together, pushed on my sister’s asshole. Deidre groaned, her body shivering, her asshole stretching and stretching and stretching.

Our two dicks popped into her bowels.

I shuddered, my eyes widening at the incredible delight, rough heat engulfing my dick. Her bowels pressed me tight against Ms. Marcie’s futa-cock. Our shafts plunged deeper and deeper, the friction intense, so velvety hot. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered, pressing my face into Deidre’s fiery hair, my nipples throbbing against her back.

“Oh, my god, you’re both in me!” my sister groaned, voice so throaty.

“Shit, her ass is swallowing their dicks,” panted Lana. “I wish Cassie could see this.”

“Uh-huh,” Rosa moaned.

The other girls murmured in awe. I looked up at them watching, smiling at the boy still listening to the math lecture, unaware that the hottest sex act in the world happened only a foot from him. I shivered, driving my dick deeper into my sister’s double-stuffed bowels.

“Oh, yes,” Ms. Marcie moaned. “Oh, this is an exquisite treat.”

“It is,” panted my sister. “Oh, you’re both in me. I’m stuffed so full. I love it.”

“Me, too,” I whimpered.

“Now we fuck her hard,” moaned Ms. Marcie.

I shuddered and groaned, nodding my head. Our cocks pumped through the hot, tight, velvety bowels, lubed by our precum flooding from our dicks. The incredible pressure of my sister’s bowels around us squeezed out far more precum than normal, letting our dicks piston in and out of her depths.

I shuddered, loving the sensation of Ms. Marcie’s dick sliding against mine. We both groaned and grunted, fucking my sister at different speeds. Our dicks worked past each other, our tips caressing as we plunged over and over into Deidre’s bowels.

“Shit, shit, shit!” my sister groaned, spasming between us. “This is so awesome. I’m stuffed with cocks!”

“You are,” I whined, thrusting harder, my dick aching, the pleasure shooting down my shaft to boil my pussy.

“Oh, yes, pound my asshole!” Deidre screamed and came.

Her bowels writhed about our plunging dicks. She clamped down on us, making her velvety tunnel even tighter. She crushed our futa-cocks together. And that made the pleasure exquisite. I moaned and gasped, thrusting so hard into her cumming asshole.

Ms. Marcie groaned, thrusting harder, her tits jiggling on the other side of my sister. I hugged Deidre, my nipples rubbing on her back, adding a touch of spice to the feast my dick enjoyed. I shivered, pussy clenching with every hard thrust.

“Cum in her ass!” Rosa moaned. “Flood her!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my sister, lost to the rapture. She kept cumming, bucking and thrashing between us. “This is amazing!”

“It is,” panted Ms. Marcie.

I only whined my agreement, pounding my sister’s double-stuffed asshole. Rapture shuddered through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure grew and swelled in me. I groaned, Ms. Marcie’s futa-dick throbbing against mine.

Then I felt hot cum spilling around my cock. The futa-teacher screamed out as she came. She jammed her dick into my sister’s bowels. I pumped up and down her length, feeling every blast of her jizz firing into Deidre’s bowels, the warm jizz squeezing around my cock.

“Deidre!” I gasped.

“Cum in me, little sis!”

“Yes!” I gasped and thrust forward hard. My entire body convulsed. My pussy spasmed, juices gushing from my snatch.

And cum fired from my cock.

I added my warm jizz to the mix, swirling around with Ms. Marcie’s in my sister’s bowels. I shivered and groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as the delicious rapture surged around me. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard.

I loved it. I loved being a futa. I gasped and groaned, hugging her tight as I unloaded every drop of cum into her filled ass. I felt jizz spurting out of her asshole, matting down my bush. I shuddered, pleasure rippling through me.

And then we collapsed into a sweaty pile. Just in time for the hour to be over. Time to head to my third class.

“Ooh, I don’t want to go,” Deidre panted as Ms. Marcie and I pulled out our dicks from her asshole. “I just want to fuck and fuck.”

“Me, too,” I grinned. “But it’s Friday. We have the entire weekend to have fun.”

Deidre rolled over, cum flooding out of her asshole, leaving a big puddle on the ground beneath her butt. “Ooh, you’re right. We’re going to leave Mom exhausted.”

“Yep,” I beamed. “And she’ll love it.”

I leaned in and kissed my sister hard on the mouth. Our tongues danced as the other girls dressed, the boys walking out, still oblivious to the futa and lesbian fun. I broke off our kiss as a naughty giggle bubbled out of me.

“What?” Deidre asked.

“I just love fairy magic!”

As we got up, I wondered if anyone would notice the puddles of futa-cum we left behind?

I buzzed for the rest of the day, enjoying my futa-cock at every chance I could. My friends loved it. But Deidre loved it most. Though she walked bow-legged for the rest of the day, she beamed, savoring being double-fucked.

I couldn’t wait for my turn. Maybe at Cassie and Lana’s slumber party.

But not the one this evening. Though Lana and Rosa both pressed us to come tonight, we didn’t. We wanted to spend the weekend as a family. Our mom had no idea about my new addition. And I wanted it to be a surprise.

So the first thing we did when getting home was strip naked and fall into a sixty-nine on the couch. My sister sucked on my cock. And I licked and lapped at her pussy. I dove through her spicy folds, making her squeal and moan.

And she did the same thing to me.

“Deidre!” I gasped, my body shuddering.

My cum fired into her mouth as I felt the world change. Energy zapped around me as my cock unloaded futa-jizz into her hungry mouth. I gasped and spasmed, the power flooding into me, sluicing through my body, and ending at my dick.

As my dick shrank out of her mouth, her clit thrust into mine. I shivered in delight, knowing sunset just happened. I sucked on her blossoming girl-dick. I nursed it. I loved it growing bigger, thicker, filling my mouth.

“Oh, Keily, yes, suck my dick,” purred my sister. Then she lapped at my little clit, sending a surge of delight through me.

I sucked hard on my sister’s futa-dick. When one of us changed, the other one blossomed. We could have never-ending futa-fun in our house now. I shuddered, her tongue diving through my pussy while I nursed her girl-cock.

The door opened. Mom walked in. “I see you wasted no time tonight,” she laughed, fingers working on the blouse she wore for work, exposing her breasts cupped in a naughty bra. “It’s going to be wild weekend, huh?”

Mom had no idea.

To be continued…

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