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I wanted to write this as part of a yearning I had for porn with intricate plot. Or maybe stories with more explicit sex scenes in them. Because of that, it is pretty long form. I put this up on Amazon, but was told it’s not appropriate for that audience. I wanted somewhere where people could read my work, so I hope you enjoy it. This is the first half of the first part.

Alex Waters

Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She’d heard stories about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a disaster. I’ve heard what they do to the men and women captured. So far, she had just been pushed around and manhandled from one tent to another, for which she was grateful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive; large enough to hold over a hundred people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk cushions and blankets were casually strewn around, soft and luxurious pelts of exotic animals she couldn’t identify were everywhere. Even the wooden furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no doubt that they had gotten everything here from raids and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was impossible to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining opposite her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona; she was at least a head taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most times she had not even met the guards’ spears and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discussions in a language Iona did not understand, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any more. And each time Iona’s eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few minutes later.

“You, girl!”

The barked words, in Iona’s own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as best she could.

“Do you know Cordava? Lie, and we will take your tongue, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine and vinegar.”

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The steady look she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her stomach formed, and she did not dare to lie.

“Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as part of my duties at the temple.”

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona’s words, but the chieftain just gave a slight nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that stern look on her face.

“You will address me as Chief Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the lash tomorrow morning. Next time it will be ten.” With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. She had never received a lashing before. She knew her life in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks everyday, but had it not been enough? Was this her punishment now? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong word? I am a student of the divine, how could this be happening to me? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thoughts as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a last set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

“With me, girl,” Helga said, not unkindly.

Apprehension made Iona move slowly as she stood.

“I said move!” barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the back of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

“Leave us,” Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiet movements and left.

“Kneel there.” Helga directed her to a particularly large pile of furs. Still feeling uncertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

“Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare.” She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent’s supporting poles. “Make no mistake, those people cannot hold against us. With your help, no one need lose their life.”

Iona’s eyes widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat’s. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her. “Do you understand?”

“I… uh… I…” words fled from Iona’s mouth. She felt heat come to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the floor. “Yes, yes, I understand.” There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered. “Yes, Chief Helga.”

She felt more than saw Helga nodding. “Good.” With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain’s back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her back looks so strong! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They weren’t as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona wasn’t sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain’s body had a hardness to it that Iona hadn’t known a woman’s body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

“Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, girl? Any family?”

The questions snapped Iona from her musings. “My family were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my friends left for the army or the temples. The only family I have left is in a village south of Cordava.”

Ungrateful brat! You need to learn to do what you are told! Iona banished the memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she wouldn’t think of it again when she ran away to the temples.

“Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may save their lives, and the lives of thousands of others.” She hung the damp cloth over a chair. “My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that.”

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman’s legs, to the soft hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

“Come closer, girl. Bring yourself here, and kneel in front of me.”

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but didn’t dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever sweat hadn’t been washed off, this close to her.

“Have you ever pleasured a man before?” The question was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself. “What of a woman? Were there any… special friendships at your temple?”

The question confused Iona. She didn’t understand what a special friendship was. How could…? Her face must have shown her confusion, because the chieftain didn’t wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other woman’s hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona’s hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her skin tingle where the woman’s fingers trailed.

“That was a kiss, priestess. And that’s what you are going to do to any part of me I tell you to.” Fingers brushed against Iona’s lips. “Like my fingers, now.”

Iona’s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona’s face.

“Good girl,” she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona’s cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but couldn’t muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The warm tingles grew between her legs. Another kiss landed on her lips, this time slower and deeper. Fire swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but couldn’t explain why.

Finally pulling away, the chieftain pulled Iona by her hair towards her inner thigh. “There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a pretty face, and I want to see it as I make you mine.”

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and horses mixed with the smell of the woman’s hair, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain’s thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the pussy there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the stronger woman to grab her and force her face down. The chieftain’s eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

“I’m going to make you mine,” Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before. “Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I’ll keep you by my side. I’ll keep you safe.” She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy. “Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess?”

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she didn’t want to think too hard about. I’ll only do it to protect my chastity. That’s all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another crush of shame as she realized how fast her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

“Then say the words, my pet.”

“I want to be yours, Chief Helga.” A renewed sense of shame came over Iona, but she didn’t hesitate to say the words. You know them to be true. She ignored the shameful thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

“Stick your tongue out, priestess.”

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry look in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona’s head in both her hands, she turned the smaller woman’s face directly in front of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

“Lick there, priestess. Run your tongue up and down my pussy. Suck gently at the top, and keep running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm.”

One of the strokes of Iona’s tongue must have hit a very tender spot, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The sweet smell of leather and horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona’s face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and tongue had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heat increase in her own groin, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman’s body squirm. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of Iona’s face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the other woman’s pleasure, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me? She told herself she was doing what she needed to survive. I must save my chastity. That’s all I’m doing. The tingling in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entrance to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to cover her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. Fury painted the chieftain’s face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga’s face. “Please, please, the men…” Iona had time to whimper before a slap that shook her head and stung her cheek.

“I do not care about the men.” Another slap on her other cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona’s heart beat faster than a horse’s. “You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true discipline. Do you understand?”

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her eyes. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the chieftain’s face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to look in her eyes.

“You do not like the men. Good.” Helga nodded as if to herself.

With that, she reached behind Iona and started pulling up her dress, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the dress ride up thighs, and then up her buttocks and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men’s eyes on her.

“Hold that dress there. Let them see you.”

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hips in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

“Get back to what you were doing. And don’t stop until I tell you to, no matter what.”

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her hips and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga’s soft pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the hair so she could whisper softly in her ear.

“They think you have a nice ass, priestess. Lean forwards more, and arch your back. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,” the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face flush with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no sign she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman’s face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga’s expression was still hard and stern, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small thrill through Iona.

“Back to work, priestess.”

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue out, and started licking the chieftain again. She focused on that, and tried to ignore the men behind her.

The chieftain brought the men’s attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona’s tongue, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more words of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to move the dress down over her hips.

“I did not say to let the dress fall,” came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her hips again. What for? There’s no one there. Is there?

“You lack discipline. Did you like having the men look at you?”

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman’s crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and cheeks. “No…”

“I did not tell you to stop!”

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her tongue and lips moving onto the sensitive areas.

“Better. Now again, did you like having the men look at you?”

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to stop what her mouth was doing. With her mouth on Helga’s mound, she tried to say as clearly as possible, “Mno.” It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not have been understood.

“I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to keep you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men give a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess?”

Her heart beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my chastity. I cannot be sent to those men! Being careful to keep her mouth and lips on the warrior woman’s mound, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could. “Mno, mleafe!”

A hand stroked her head. “Good girl. Let’s hope you can learn discipline.” Cords stuck out on the chieftain’s neck, as she took a steadying breath. “You have an incredibly sweet mouth.”

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her head to get more motion into her tongue movements. It’s just to survive. I don’t want to go to the men! It’s just to avoid that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to think about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her entire body.

“I’m going to bring some more men in here. Would you like to be naked whilst we continue?”

The question seemed innocent, as if she was just curious. “Mno Mssem,” Iona said, uncertainly.

A wide smile broke over Helga’s face. “As you wish. Keep the dress over your rear.”

“Enter!” the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

“Chief Helga, we would like to present ourselves. I am the Mayor of Cordava, and with me are…” That was as far as the new arrivals got. The sight before them took the words out of their mouths. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

“Do you like my new pet? I picked her up in a temple a day’s ride from here,” the steppe woman said lazily. “You received reports of our raid, yes? That’s how long it took to make her my pet. A day.” Iona felt shame burn through her. She didn’t know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her work.

“And I know who you are. You’re the people who said that half your city’s wealth was too steep a price to pay for peace with my tribe.”

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two women. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm’s reach. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman’s pussy, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern look on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to look at the high priest again.

“You are here to argue more favourable terms for peace, is that right? By all means, go ahead. You have…” The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an amount. “…some of my attention. Let’s say half.” Her hand was stroking at the back of Iona’s head. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

“We had reports that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,” the high priest said stiffly. “Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were limits to your depravity.” His voice held contempt; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

“Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of?” Iona felt the stony glance on the back of her head. She ignored him; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it stab into her. “Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity.” The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman’s suddenly wolfish smile. “You could have put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess.”

That wolfish smile remained on the barbarian woman. “Do you believe I did?”

For a moment, he didn’t reply. Iona wasn’t sure if he would remember her. They had only met a few times, and each time they had both been busy.

“No,” he said after a pause. “I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Clearly this whore never belonged as one of our priestesses.”

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe woman. Getting angry now will only get me killed – and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her chieftain.

“She’s not your priestess anymore. She’s my pet.” The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows. “A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will kill your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will share this priestess’s fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you have sons? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die.” She looked back at the older man. “Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit.”

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant. “You will receive nothing from us. You can keep your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savages profit.”

The woman paused. Then she addressed the other men. “Half your city’s wealth, and you kill him. You can tell them I did it if you wish.”

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this offer had made. The old man had enough time to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

“Wagons will be here in a week, Chieftain,” one shouted.

“Your descendants will thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet’s attentions have put me in a good mood.”

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could hear noises of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only loud and stubborn.

A strong, slender hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga’s pussy.

“As for you…” the chieftain drawled, and slid two fingers into her mouth whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouth wet. She pushed them past Iona’s lips, and forced her mouth open wide, wider, until her jaw hurt. “We’re going to get serious now.”

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A few months later…

We catch up to John and his lovely women a few months down the road…
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“We have a problem,” Amber told me as she walked into my bedroom. Looking up from my laptop, I had to smile. Even at seven months pregnant, the woman was beautiful; her long red hair framing her small face, her pale skin glowing with the radiance that only pregnant women seem to possess, and her blue eyes always twinkling with some sort of mischief.

“What is that?” I ask. I can tell from her look that she isn’t angry with me, something I try to avoid at all costs, since our one and only fight. I have heard that redheads are feisty, and I can attest to the truth of that, but somehow pregnancy has mellowed Amber out. Something my friends tell me is extremely unusual.

“We need a bigger place,” she tells me, walking over and sitting on the side of my bed. “This place is big, but when the baby arrives, what then? I know she will sleep with me or you for awhile, but after that, she’ll need her own room.” Since I was dating all three women that lived here, we each had our own room. We had agreed on that arrangement early on to avoid jealousy issues. Whenever I was home, whichever women were also here had my full attention, dividing myself as fully as possible, except on Mondays. That was my day to relax, and to myself, if I so chose. Today was Friday.

“We talked about this. We can’t afford it. Not with you not working for now. Even my raise to head bouncer doesn’t make up for that. As soon as you are up to working again, then maybe.”

A large smile split her petite face, and I suddenly grew worried. She had a plan, and from experience, my life was safer going with whatever plans put that look on her face.

“I found a place. It is big enough to grow into, and the rent is actually lower than this place. It is even closer to work!” I could see that she was excited, but I always have to play the devil’s advocate.

“With a steal that great, it is either run down, or already taken. Have you called on it?”

“Of course, Cutie,” I love that after all these months, she still calls me that, “The owner says there are all new appliances, new carpet, and it is in a more upscale part of town. All we have to do is come up with first month’s rent, and it is ours!”

“Well, I guess it can’t hurt to look,” I said, giving Amber a wink. I barely had time to move my laptop out of the way, before she was in my arms kissing me. For a woman six months along, she was still pretty spry. Her kisses became more passionate the longer they continued, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted. Amber was always horny, but ever since I got her pregnant, she has been even more so.

Amber’s hands began to pull at my shirt, and I broke the kiss long enough to pull it off over my head. She then began to work at my pants, soon having them down to my ankles, then off. Kissing down my chest, the petite redhead then started to kiss around my groin, my balls, and even the base of my cock, but refused to do more, tortuously teasing me. Moaning, I let her know that she was winning. She was punishing me for debating with her, instead of just simply agreeing.

I placed my hands on the back of her head, not guiding, just running my fingers through her shiny tresses. This seemed to please her enough, and she slowly, ever so slowly, started licking up the underside of my penis. My low moan, turned to a groan as I felt her soft lips reach my head, and continuing her languid pace, took my head in her mouth. I felt her tongue poke at the hole at the tip, before swirling around the sensitive rim. Without warning, she dropped her head, taking my full eight inches down her throat at once. My groan deepened as the pleasure she was giving me multiplied. I couldn’t help myself, and began to gently move my hips, leisurely fucking her mouth. Muffled sounds of pleasure came from around my penis, letting me know she was enjoying this too.

After a couple minutes, Amber released my manhood, and stood to remove her pants. I tried to lift her shirt, but she stopped me. “No,” she said, “You know how I feel about–” I silenced her with a kiss, feeling her melt within my arms. She was self conscious about her belly, but I didn’t give a damn. I thought it looked sexy on her, and her growing boobs were a pleasure to play with. It didn’t take me long to have her top off, before we were lying in the bed together.

I pulled her face to mine again, and gently we kissed, as my hands roamed her back, and hers slid up and down my torso. I dug into my nightstand, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Amber saw it and smiled. We were both too worried about my length and the baby, so anal was the only way for us.

Amber rolled onto her side, facing away, and I quickly lubed up my cock. Placing the head against her tight anus, I applied a little pressure, and popped past her squeezing sphincter. “Ooh,” Amber moaned, and slid her rear back, taking more of me into her colon. I couldn’t hold back my own moan, as I felt the tight ring of her asshole slide down my erection. I leaned forward, and gently kissed the back of her neck, and began to move my hips. I brought my hand around, and tugged gently on her nipple rings, smiling at the way her eyes still glazed over when I did that.

Her hand landed on my hip, & I could feel the urgency in her as she wanted me to pick up the pace. More than willing to oblige this redheaded beauty, I started to thrust my hips into her rear cavity, grunting at the effort. “Yes! That’s it. Fuck my ass, cutie. Make me cum all over your big cock. Oh, I love how you fill my ass. Fuck me, cutie, FUCK me!” With her pregnancy, Amber had started to become more vocal in bed as well.

Amber began to convulse, and that was enough for me. I started to shoot inter her ass, convulsing myself, and lengthening her own orgasm. Amber somehow turned her body to kiss me, while leaving me inside her. Even six months along, she was still pretty agile.

“Mmm, I love how easily you can make me cum,” she says with a smile, then separates from me.

We both get up, and head to the shower. I tenderly wash her, gently kissing her swollen belly; kissing our little child. When I had first found out that Amber had quit taking her birth control, and was pregnant, I was furious that she would do it without consulting me first. That was our first and only fight. It had ended with me somehow apologizing, with a swollen lip from not ducking swiftly enough. I have since come to regard the new child as someone to look forward to, and cherish.

We drove to see the new house, and I was surprised to see how nice it was: two and a half stories, six bedrooms, three baths, with a pool and hot tub in back. The street was obviously well taken care of, all of the lawns meticulously cut, and all of the bushes and trees trimmed.

“Are you sure this is less than our current rent?” I whispered to Amber as we followed the agent around the house.

The agent must have heard us, an attractive black woman named Betty. Her black hair was curly, and tied back, and she wore one of those business suits with the knee length skirt; everything about her screamed business. I was surprised to see her wearing such light clothes in winter, however. “There are no hidden costs. Utilities, cable, and internet are all part of the rent. I can show you the numbers again if you like.”

I couldn’t help but stare at her massive chest, thinking of something else I’d like her to show me. Amber elbowed me in the ribs, and I remembered that I had been asked a question. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that.”

Betty laid the papers out on the kitchen counter, and no matter how much I went over them, it still ended up cheaper living here, and that was even without the extras.

That afternoon we held a meeting, Amber, Dixie, my sister Geo, and myself, and decided to make the move. It didn’t make sense NOT to.

That night Dixie, Geo, and I worked at the strip club. Dixie had finally been promoted to dancer, and while she wasn’t the best, a spot my sister still held, with Amber gone she was a close second. As head bouncer, it was my responsibility to make sure the other bouncers stayed on task, and the girls stayed safe. Ron, the last head bouncer, and Dixie’s ex-boyfriend, had quit a few weeks ago, and moved out of town. He had never quite forgiven me for screwing Dixie, and I didn’t miss him much. Especially not since I was then promoted to his spot. I still couldn’t figure out why I had been chosen over some of the others, but I wasn’t about to complain, and took my job seriously.

Dixie took the stage, and I turned my attention to her. She was wearing her schoolgirl outfit, one of my favorites, with her brown hair pulled back into two pony tails, her shirt unbuttoned, but tied just under her black bra, and an extremely short plaid skirt that flaunted her black thong underneath. An old 80’s rock number came on, and Dixie… To say she moved would be an understatement. To be more exact, she swayed and rippled. Her hips moved in such a way that they seemed to be the driving force of every action, rippling out from there, thrusting her chest out with the music, as her eyes scanned the crowd. Her lithe legs would sweep around from time to time, as she swirled around the bar, sometimes jumping up to the top of it, and then gently gliding down with just the strength of her legs holding her on. She truly was a marvel to watch, and sometimes I caught myself so entranced by her movements, I’d forget to watch the crowd. Tonight was a relatively quiet night. We were busy, but the patrons were behaving themselves, and I could see the other bouncers were staying properly vigilant.

One of the bouncers came up to me, and told me that Larry wanted to talk with me. Larry was the owner, and I hadn’t even known he was there that night. He owned a lot of businesses, and rarely came to this one.

I knocked on the door, and was immediately admitted in.

“John, good to see you,” Larry greeted me with a firm handshake. He was an older man, grey and white peppered hair, and thick mustache. He was in his usual business suit, and jovial smile. ‘Have a seat, will you. I have some things to discuss with you.”

“Is everything alright, sir?” I asked. I wasn’t too worried about anything. I ran a tight ship here, but this was only the second time I had been called into this office. The first was when I’d been promoted to head bouncer.

“Yes, yes, be at ease,” he told me. “I am here for a couple reasons, and I need your help with both.”

“Anything,” I said with a smile, “just name it.”

“Ho, ho! Don’t be too quick to agree until you know my hand, John” Larry admonished. He grew serious then, and I wondered what he could possibly want. “As you know, I am rarely able to be here to keep a proper eye on things. That’s what I rely on your for. What you might not know is that this is the first business I owned. From here I built my empire.” I had no idea where this was going, and only nodded my head. Larry’s eyes grew shrewd for a minute as he seemed to peer deep inside me. “I can see that you truly care about your job, as well as the women here, so I have a proposal for you.” He paused for a few seconds before continuing. “I want to make you a partner in this place. What do you say?”

I sat stunned for a moment. Partner? Here? I counted the tills regularly, and knew what this place brought in. It would be a hefty raise, to say the least, and I would have more say in how things were run. Because Larry rarely ever came down here, he would be more of a silent partner.

“Earth to John, are you there?” Larry brought me back to the present.

“Yes! I– Well– Thank you!” I told him enthusiastically.

“Good, good.” the older man said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I hope you don’t mind, but I had my lawyers draw up the paperwork already. I had a feeling you would agree.” For the second time that day, I poured over paperwork, and couldn’t see any reason not to. I would become half owner, fifteen percent of my portion of the profits going to pay off the loan required for me to buy into this place, until it was paid in full. I would have full management rights, and as I had thought, Larry would become a silent partner, so long as this place continued to make a profit. I happily signed the documents.

“Now to the second item of business and your first action as part owner.” Larry seemed to grow nervous for second, and then waved to the corner. I was startled to see a young Asian girl step forward. Somehow I had missed her being here the whole time. “This is my niece, Suzy. She wants to work here. I don’t feel I can be a proper judge for her skills, her being family and all.

I stood up, and walked over to Suzy. She stood still while I walked around her, examining her. Her hair was dark brown, darker than Dixie’s and about shoulder length. She was short, maybe just less than five feet. Her face was round and slightly cherubic, and her almond shaped eyes watched me nervously. She wore slimming dress, and I could tell that she had curves, more than angles, but that was alright, as some of our customers preferred a little meat on their women. That isn’t to say she was fat, she just wasn’t a beanpole either. I didn’t know any of Larry’s family, so I didn’t know where the Asian genes came in, but guessed that Suzy couldn’t be full blooded oriental.

I returned to me seat, and looked her in the eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” I told her, and had to stop her as she started unzipping the side of her dress. “I want to see you dance. That can come as you move. I need to know you can at least dance, before I let you on the floor out there.

Suzy nodded without saying a word, and began to move to the music that was being piped in from the main floor. Her movements were jerky, and I could easily tell she was nervous. Whether from her uncle watching or me I wasn’t sure. She stepped out of her dress, swaying her hips to let it fall to the floor, and I got a good look at her body. She had approximately C-cup breasts, being held up by a strapless bra, and she was wearing those butt hugger lacy panties that some women liked. As I had guessed, she wasn’t too skinny, having soft curves here and there that looked really good on her. She moved her hands to the back of her bra, and hesitated. She looked at her uncle behind her, and he nodded. She undid the strap, and swayed her hips as she held it in front for a moment. She finally let it drop, and I had to stare in amazement.

She easily had the longest nipples I had ever seen. How her bra had hidden them, I couldn’t understand. They had to stand out from her areolas at least an inch, if not more. Seeing women stripping on a regular basis had made me immune to getting aroused by it, but seeing the nipples on Suzy had me getting hard in seconds. She then turned around, and bending over, dropped her panties. I could easily see her inner lips protruding from her pussy, and even make out her clit. She was obviously turned on by her performance, and looking to Larry, I could see she wasn’t the only one. The older man was slowly rubbing his crotch as he watched his niece.

The music ended, and Suzy stood back upright, turning to face me. I had to work moisture back into my mouth before I could speak. It wasn’t that she was that phenomenal of a dancer, or even had the greatest body, but her nipples, sticking out from her dark smooth breasts had an effect on me. “I want you to–” I began before Larry cut me off.

“She’s not done, yet, John.”

Confused, I looked back to Suzy and watched as her hands began to roam over her body. She began to tug at her elongated nipples, pulling them up and down, making her tits shake. I sat captivated by them. Then her right hand dipped down to her shaved pussy, and spread her thick lips. She brought her left hand to her mouth, and sucked on two fingers, moving them in and out as though they were some form of phallus. Then she trailed them down her chest and stomach, leaving a trail of saliva, till she reached her spread pussy, and began to rub her clit.

Surprised by the turn of this interview, I looked to Larry, and saw that he had his slacks around his ankles, and his cock in hand, lightly stroking it. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I returned my eyes back to the woman in front of me.

Suzy now had two fingers buried in her cunt and her other hand was vigorously rubbing her clit. I looked up to her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth open in a silent moan.

My cock was pressing uncomfortably against the front of my jeans, and I figured if the boss could do it, then so could I. At the sound of me unzipping my pants, Suzy’s eyes flew open and the locked on my crotch. She licked her lips as I pulled my massive member out. I only had time to stroke myself a couple times, before Suzy dropped to her knees, and a low moan escaped her lips as she came on her fingers.

As she recovered, she crawled seductively over to where I sat, and replaced my hand with hers. I smiled at her encouragingly, but I doubt she saw it as her eyes were locked solely on my penis. She began to lick the underside of my erection, and I noticed for the first time that she had her tongue pierced. I sat back and enjoyed the sensation of my first blowjob with a pierced tongue.

“She’s really good at that, isn’t she” Larry said, and I opened my eyes to see him standing behind his niece.

I didn’t want to tell him I had had better, so I just nodded, and moaned to encourage her.

Suzy moaned around my cock, and I saw that Larry was rubbing himself against her pussy. It didn’t take long before he had himself hilt deep in his niece. He began to pound into her at a steady rhythm, making her moan more and more around my cock. She had a second orgasm, and I had to lift her head, afraid she was going to choke on my cock as she shivered uncontrollably.

Suzy then pulled away from her uncle, and finally looked at me. “I want that monster in me.” She said; her first words to me tonight. Her voice was soft and delicate. I just nodded and pulled her towards me. She straddled me on the chair, and I couldn’t resist taking one of her long nipples into my mouth, even though I had to bend way over to do it, with as short as she is. She pulled my head to her breast, as I sucked and nibbled on her teat. I felt her fat lips touch the head of my cock, and moaned as they started to slide down my erection. It took her a few moments, to get past the head, and I feared I might not be able to get the whole thing in this short woman. She seemed determined though, spurred on by my voracious appetite for her long nipples. I just couldn’t get enough of them. When she had me halfway in, she stopped, held her breath, and then slammed down hard. I could feel myself hit bottom, and then suddenly kept on going. She screamed, half in agony, half in rapture it seemed, and held still, except for her body shaking in my arms.

I continued to nibble her tits, and I felt her fingers digging into my scalp, trying to pull me in tighter to her. After a few moments, Suzy began to rock her hips, moaning in delight at the fullness she felt. For me, I didn’t know what to think. I was in her as deep as I could go, and then some. There seemed to be an extreme tightness inside her pussy that I couldn’t compare to any other sexual experience I’d ever had.

“That’s right, Suzy, suck my cock. Taste your own juices, and take my cum.” I guessed Suzy was blowing her uncle by his words, and a few seconds later he came in her mouth by the sounds of his grunting. I didn’t want to think how close he was to me right then, so I concentrated on the feeling of Suzy’s pussy undulating on me, and the feel of her wonderful nipples against my tongue. She really must have enjoyed this, as I felt her pussy get much wetter, and she began to moan in my ear.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned her. Suzy jumped off my lap, and began to suck on my cock furiously. It only took a couple seconds before I was blasting down the back of her throat. Suzy kept sucking till I had gone completely limp, fully cleaning my member.

“You’ve got the job,” I told her, feeling completely drained. She jumped up and down clapping her hands, and doing wonderful things for her body, in excitement at my news. We all got quickly dressed, and I told her the rules, and that she would start tomorrow, as a bartender. She would practice dancing with the other girls before we opened, and when she was good enough, I would let her take the stage.

Geo spied me coming out of the owner’s office, and I couldn’t help but pat the new key that resided in my pocket. My own key to that office.

“What did he want?” Geo asked. She must have been coming from a private session, as she had a robe draped around her body.

“Tell everyone that there will be a meeting after work tonight. And no one is to disturb Larry tonight either.” The older man wanted some more time alone with his niece. I could tell that Geo was hurt that I wouldn’t come right out and tell her the news, but I wanted to save it till everyone was together, so I didn’t have to say it a hundred times.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly; Larry and Suzy leaving around midnight, and no one getting rowdy. All-in-all, a pleasant Friday night. The only problem I saw was that all the employees seemed to be on edge. At one point, the DJ even played the wrong song, and Geo snapped at him as I hadn’t seen her ever do.

I locked the doors, and walked into the dressing room. All eyes turned towards me, and for a second I froze, forgetting why I had called this meeting.

“Larry is selling this place, isn’t he?” Geo asked, and suddenly everyone’s nerves made sense. They all thought they were going to lose their job. I wished I had foreseen this, but as they say, hindsight is 20/20.

“Yes, and no,” I told her, and hurriedly continued to forestall any second guessing. “I am the new part owner.”

There was dead silence in the room for a moment, and I wondered if they were mad, happy, or just what was going through everybody’s minds.

It was Dixie that finally broke the silence. “Let me get this straight. All night we have been on pins and needles, just so you could tell us you were part owner?”

I could only nod at the accusation I saw in her eyes. This was not how I had seen things going. Cheers maybe, and some congratulations, or at the worst, indifference. I didn’t expect hostility.

Dixie grabbed a shirt that was lying close to her, and threw it. Not at me, surprisingly, but at Geo. “You brat! You told us Larry was selling the place!”

“Wait!” Geo tried to fend off the attack. “John came out of his meeting white as a ghost, and extremely serious. What else was I gonna think?”

We all laughed as Geo and Dixie went at it for a moment, only to finally turn and congratulate me along with everyone else.

At home Amber met us at the door, and flung her arms around me, planting a big kiss, and congratulating me as well. One of the other girls must have texted the news to her. Geo poured drinks, and Amber drank simple juice as we began to celebrate our good fortune.

“So not only are we moving into a bigger place, with less rent, but our wonderful John here, has been promoted and is getting a tremendous raise?” Geo asked, her words slurred from the amount of alcohol she had imbibed. “Damn, aren’t we lucky!” She leaned over, and gave me a passionate kiss. Amber was sitting on my other side, and demanded her own kiss, from her ‘cutie’ as soon as Geo had released me.

I happily obliged, enjoying the feeling of our tongues wrestling with one another, and felt hands at my belt. I opened my eyes without breaking the kiss to see Dixie trying to get my pants off. I lifted my hips, and broke the kiss long enough for Geo to get my shirt off.

Dixie immediately went down on me, sucking in my swollen head, and Geo dropped down to join her, licking my balls. I moaned into Amber’s mouth, placing both my hands on her cheeks, as our kissing became more passionate.

I started to undo the buttons on Amber’s shirt, but she stopped me, pulling away from our kiss. “No. You know how I feel about my body right now,” she told me.

“And you know how *I* feel about your body,” I retorted, going back to her buttons.

“You’re crazy,” she told me, but didn’t stop me this time, even though she did blush deeply as I revealed her torso.

I had to smile as I gazed upon my pregnant girlfriend. “I like you that shade of red,” I told her, referring to her blushing, and then immediately kissed her to forestall anything she might say.

Dixie moaned around my dick, and I looked down to see that both she and Geo had gotten naked, and Dixie was sitting on Geo’s talented mouth. Dixie had one hand in Geo’s strawberry blonde hair, and her other one cupping my sack.

I turned back to Amber, and decided her bra had to go. Luckily it was one of the front clasping kinds, and I soon had her pierced breasts revealed. I bent and took one in my lips, tugging on her rings gently with my teeth. I used my hands to pull down her maternity pants, and gain access to her crotch. Amber moaned loudly as my fingers found her clit, and began to rub.

“Geo, you are good at that, but I need some cock in me now!” I heard Dixie say, as her lips left my swollen member. Moments later I felt her climb on top of me and a hand take hold of my penis, aiming it for her honey pot. Even after all these months, Dixie felt exceptionally tight, and it took her a few moments to work the head past her lips.

I placed my hands on Amber’s hips, and gently guided her higher up on the couch, kissing her belly, and then down to her crotch as she moved. I laid flat on the couch, feeling every centimeter of Dixie swallowing me inter her body, and Amber repositioned to sit on my face.

I used my tongue to gently lick Amber’s swollen lips, sucking her into my mouth from time to time, listening to her moans. By the time I finally reached her clit, I was fully buried into Dixie’s slick slit. Dixie began to rock her hips atop me, and I felt someone grab my hand, and knew that Geo wanted some of my attention. She started to suck on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them, and then guided my hand down to her own pussy. I easily slipped two, then three fingers into my sister. By the time Amber had her first orgasm, I had four fingers in Geo, and as she began to climax, I slipped my whole fist into her.

“Oh, yes, John! I love the feeling of my brother’s whole fist in my cunt. Gawd, keep opening and closing your hand like that! Yes, yes, YES!” I loved the way Geo talked when she got off.

Dixie came soon after, and I had to fight to hold my own back, as her vaginal muscles began to milk my erection, demanding my cum.

Dixie climbed off me, and Geo removed my hand from within her, but kept hold of it, pulling me out from under Amber. “I want to feel my brother do me from behind with his massive cock,” she told me, and smiled as she dropped onto all fours. I obligingly knelt behind her, and slid all the way in with one push. Geo grunted as I hit bottom, and then pushed back harder, trying to get as much of me in her as possible. I knew how she liked it, and started to pound into my older sister as hard and fast as I could.

I looked back to the couch to see both Amber and Dixie, their legs spread, and a hand on the other’s crotch, their eyes slightly glazed as they watched the incest before them.

“Fuck me brother. Fuck me hard! Oh, how I love how deep you go! Oh, gawd, you’re gonna make me cum again! Yes, I can feel it! Ahhhhhh!”

I could feel Geo’s juices soaking out around my penis, and knew that I was going to cum soon after. “Ah, Geo, I’m gonna cum too!” I told her.

“Yes,” She screamed as she turned and looked at me, a fiery lust burning deep in her emerald eyes. “Cum in your big sister. Cum in me brother! I want to feel it shooting deep inside me!” Her hand reached around, grabbing my hip, trying to make me go faster.

Despite her demands, I pulled out of her, and sprayed it along her back as she whimpered in disappointment. I collapsed back, and smiled in amazement as I saw Dixie get up, and start to lick Geo’s back clean.

“Why won’t you cum in me, John?” Geo demanded as soon as Dixie was done. This was an old argument, and I just looked at her, not answering. “I know! You don’t want to get me pregnant,” her tone had turned sarcastic, then to seriousness. “I have been doing some research, and the chance of us having a baby with genetic problems is very slim. We don’t even have any of that stuff that runs in our family!”

I got up, and walked over to my older sister, then bent down, and cupped her chin in my palm. Looking deep into her eyes, I pulled her face up to mine, and kissed her. At first her lips remained still, refusing to kiss me back, but as I kept going, I felt her slowly begin to return it as I knew she would. I pulled away, and looked into her eyes. “I love you. I will always love you. Please let that be enough.” She nodded, but I knew this wasn’t the end of it from her.

That night as I lay trying to get to sleep, I began to imagine the changes I would make to the club, and began planning the move to the new place.
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Carmelita has to make a choice, embrace who she is and become her little sister’s sex slave or live a miserable lie.

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Sister Submission
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Everything was all so screwed up. I was screwed up. I should have loved fucking Clint’s dick. Or at least wanted to do it more than licking my sister’s, or another girl’s, pussy. I was straight.

I had to be.

My sister stalked off, my cheek stinging from her slap, from the disappointment in her words. Disappointment. She…wanted me to admit I liked licking pussy and hated sucking cock. Clint’s cum lingered in my mouth, a salty, bitter taste. His spunk churned my stomach. I wanted to throw-up. And more of his jizz leaked out of my pussy.

My unprotected pussy. I wasn’t on birth control. What if he bred me?

At least then I’d prove I was a straight slut. My shoulders shook more. Tears poured down my cheeks as I gasped. My head spun. My stomach growled despite being full of cum and piss and pussy juices. My head throbbed, my ass ached.

Clint stood. He looked down at me, his hard face set. Then he marched off. Lee knelt down beside me. Once, we had been friends, united in picking on the other girls who were beneath us, like Lee’s half-sister Alicia.

God, it was hot when that little brat had fisted me.

But then Lee had turned into a freak last year, destroying our friendship. How could I be seen with such a whore? She’d do all sorts of obscene stuff, flashing herself, shaving herself while everyone watched, let us insult her, demean her.

Made me fantasize about forcing her to lick my pussy.

Her arm went around my shoulders. She pulled me close. She was a slave, like me. Clint spanked her like Juana spanked me. He made her drink piss like I drank Juana’s. She’d been bound, degraded, humiliated, and she loved it. Why? How?

“It’s okay,” Lee whispered.

My arms went around her. I pressed my face into her chest, my entire body shaking. My tears stained her flesh. They flowed out of me. Everything was so confusing, so fucked up. I wasn’t a lesbian. My father would disown me. But…

I loved it. I loved pussy so much and I hated cock. Cum. It was so nasty.

“Do you remember how I masturbated before our PE class?” Lee asked, her voice soft. “And shaved my snatch bare?”

I nodded, sniffing.

“Clint made me do it.”

“I know that,” I said. “You’re his sex slave.”

“But I didn’t fight it,” Lee said. “He doesn’t really make me do anything. Or… he does, but only because I let him. Because I want him to make me do humiliating, disgusting things. I want to be his slave, his whore, his cum dumpster. And you… You want to lick pussy.”

“No!” I protested.

“It’s so clear.” Lee cupped my face, her fingers brushed the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“It’s Juana. She’s lying about me!”

“Sure you’re not lying about yourself?” Her eyes bored into mine. “I saw you gag when Clint fired his cum into your mouth. You hated it.”

“Cum just doesn’t taste good.”

“Not to you.” Lee’s beamed. “I love it. It’s better than pussy juices or piss for me. My brother’s cum is ambrosia to me. Just like your sister’s pussy juices is ambrosia to you.” Lee leaned closer, brushing her nose against mine. “I bet you even liked Juana’s piss better than Clint’s cum.”

Heat caressed my cheeks.

“That’s what I thought. So, Carmelita, why don’t you want to be happy?”

“My father would kick me out of the house if I were gay.” I stared at Lee. She had to understand why I couldn’t be gay. No matter how much I liked pussy. “He’d disown me and be so disappointed in me. He despises lesbianas and maricónes. I can’t be one.”

“If he disowns you and kicks you out, you can live here. You and Juana.” Lee gave me such a friendly smile. “Because it’s more important for you to be happy by being true to who you are then to live a lie for someone who hates who you are. I acted like a brat for attention, craving to be disciplined, looking for a man to take me in hand. And when I found it, I was so happy. And I think you want the same. All this forcing dykes to lick your pussy… You were looking for they dyke who’d force you to admit who you are.

“And your sister’s doing it. With my Master’s help. So let them! Or you’re going to have a shitty life, Carmelita. Be true to yourself.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister’s might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.

True to myself… Was I really a lesbian?

My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.

My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.

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Juana Campo

I avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave in the middle of the living room floor like last night. They had promised to check up on her.

I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juices.

“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.

She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.

“I said, ‘Good morning, slave’!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”

“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.

I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat up, massaging feeling back into them. Then, without a word or permission, she stood up and stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

I ground my teeth.

I stood ready for her return, the huge, black dildo strapped onto my naked body. My sister tottered out of the bathroom, her round, golden-brown breasts jiggling, her nipples not even erect. Her head downcast, black hair falling around her face.

“You are being a bad slave,” I hissed. “You’re walking instead of crawling. You’re my bitch-slave, linda.”

My older sister sank down to her knees without a word, no energy. In my hands I held a pair of nipple clamps. This would get a reaction out of her.

“You know I have to punish you for your insolent behavior.”

My older sister shrugged.

I leaned down, my small tits jiggling. My nipples throbbed, so hard with my excitement to play with my sister-slave. How dare she rob me of my fun. I opened the clamp then paused. Her nipples weren’t erect. They didn’t protrude out for me.

I rubbed one with my finger, massaging it. The little nub poked out, half as erect as normal. Good enough. I clamped her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling. She let out a whimper of pain.

Better.

“You are going to wear these all day for being an insolent slut, bitch!” I told her, my pussy growing moist as her other nipple poked out on its own.

I opened the clamp, the toothy jaw engulfing her nipple. The triangular alligator teeth bit into her brown nipple. She shuddered again, sucking in another breath. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs as her breasts shook. The nipple clamps pulled on her nubs as they swung back and forth.

“Now what do you say?” I demanded.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,” she muttered, her words slurred like she was drunk. But that was impossible.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her face, peering into her eyes. They were dull, lifeless. “If you don’t start showing me how thankful you are, you’re going to be punished more.”

“Guess it’ll be more punishments.”

“That’s your choice, bitch.” I pointed at couch. “Crawl over there and bend over it. I’m going to spank your insolent ass.”

She shrugged and shuffled along on her hands and feet, her ass wiggling. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.

I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.

CRACK!

She grunted, her head lying on her arms, hardly moving. My red handprint burned on her ass.

CRACK!

The stinging slap echoed harder. I landed it right on a bruise, my snatch clenching from causing her pain. But she just grunted again. She didn’t moan. She didn’t whimper. She didn’t wiggler her ass, begging for another.

CRACK!

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, three bright spots burning on her gorgeous ass.

CRACK!

“Don’t just lie there!”

“Dad’s going to kill me,” she said in Spanish. “He’s going to find out I’ve licked your pussy and think I’m a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”

CRACK!

“Don’t tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”

Her entire body shook. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I…I don’t like it. I’m just doing it because you’re blackmailing me.”

My excitement died. It wasn’t hot spanking her when she didn’t care. I stared at my older sister. I wanted to dominate her, to make her my sex slave, not to break her spirit so completely. She shook worse and worse.

This was all fucked up.

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

Alicia Elliston

I was lightly humping my pussy against my teddy bear, sliding my shaved, slick slit against his soft fur, when my bedroom door opened. Juana walked in, having only left a few minutes ago. Now tears fell down her cheeks. She had a huge strap-on thrusting from her crotch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, lifting my body from my teddy bear. “I thought you were going to play with Carmelita?”

“It’s not fun when she’s crying,” Juana said, sobs shaking her body. “Real crying. I…I think we’ve broken her. It’s all falling apart. She won’t admit she’s gay.”

I hopped off my bed, my pigtails flying, and flew to my friend. I embraced her, the dildo digging into my stomach, our tiny breasts pressed tight. She pressed her wet face against the nape of my neck, shaking harder, clinging to me.

“Let’s go talk to Clint. He’s got to have a plan. He must have been thinking all night about the problem.”

“Y-you really think that Clint will help?”

I pulled away from her enough to cup her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks to my fingers. I gave her a kiss on the lips, sweet and loving, putting all my friendship into it as I wiggled against her, my nipples tingling as they brushed hers.

Oh, I missed humping my teddy bear. My pussy had been so close to erupting.

“Come on, let’s go talk to Clint,” I said, when we broke it. “Right now. You paid him with your pussy and mouth to get Carmelita as your sex slave, and he’ll deliver. He’s just down the hall with Mommy-Slave and Aunt Vicky.”

“Okay,” Juana said.

I just wanted my friend to be happy. Clint had to help her. He just had to.

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

Clint Ellison

Mom groaned and gasped as Aunt Vicky and I sucked on her fat nipples. My tongue swirled around her nub before I sucked hard on it again, making her body arch and her wanton moans echo through the bedroom she shared with her sister.

“Oh, Master, yes. I can’t wait until I lactate like Melody and Pam,” moaned my mother.

“Then you’ll be my human cow,” I grinned, releasing her nipple. “We’ll just milk these huge udders.”

My aunt shuddered, sucking harder. The pair were so alike, only two years apart in age. They both had huge, soft breasts and fat nipples. Their hair differed, Mom’s bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky’s black, their tresses brushing around my mom’s shoulder. They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C’s and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father’s owned both sisters before he died.

Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky’s letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name.

“Yes, Master, you can milk me all you want,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, Mommy-slave’s big, strong son will need her milk to make him even stronger.”

I grinned, my dick throbbing, aching for her incestuous depths. I sucked on her nipple one last time, bringing another squeal before I broke away. I grabbed Mom’s hips, dragging her down the bed so she was in the center, pulling her away from Aunt Vicky’s hungry mouth.

My cock throbbed, thrusting before me, as I knelt between my mom’s spread open thighs. Her pussy, adorned by her black bush, glistened. Her thick pussy lips, thrusting through her curly pubic hairs, begged for my dick as she undulated her hips.

I rubbed her stomach. My child grew in her belly. I had bred my mother.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” Aunt Vicky asked, shifting around, her big boobs dangling before her.

“How he’s such a stud he bred his mother,” Mom answered, her hips wiggling. “He’s thinking about breeding more of his family members.”

“Maybe a sexy aunt. You have bred both my daughters, Master.” Aunt Vicky gave me such a smoky look.

“Or one of his sisters. His little princess craves to carry her big brother’s son,” purred Mom, stroking my dick with her hot hand.

I shuddered. I should breed Alicia. Her slim frame, swollen with pregnancy, would be so sexy. Mom’s hands rubbed my precum around the sensitive crown of my dick as the fantasy of a pregnant Alicia burned through my mind, watching her bouncing on my cock, her budding tits jiggling above her round belly.

“That’s it, sister-slut,” Aunt Vicky moaned, her heavy tits dangling right over Mom’s lips. “That’s what he wants. To breed my cute niece.”

“Oh, yes,” Mom moaned. “My sexy son needs to breed my baby girl.”

My dick throbbed in her hand. “I do. But right now, I need to fuck my Mommy-slave’s pregnant pussy.”

Mom shuddered, her hand bringing my dick right to her wet pussy. At the same moment, she latched onto her sister’s nipple, sucking on the fat nub. My aunt’s eyes rolled back into her head, moaning in pleasure as her sister sucked.

I groaned, Mom’s thick pussy lips and ticklish bush rubbing on the tip of my cock. She worked my shaft up and down her slit while nursing on her sister’s nipple. Then her silky labia engulfed my dick’s crown, her undulating hips sliding my shaft an inch into her pregnant pussy.

I took my time sinking into my mother’s pussy. Slowly. Ever so slowly. I savored every incestuous inch of sliding back into the pussy that birthed me. I groaned, the hot heat of her pregnant snatch engulfing my shaft.

I bred the womb that had birthed me. Goddamn, that was intoxicating.

Mom squealed about her sister’s nipple as my cock filled her. Her cunt clenched on my dick, swaddling me in hot silk. I buried to the hilt in her. Her thighs locked about my hips, her pussy rippling about my cock as she suckled so hard.

“Fuck my sister-slave, Master!” Vicky moaned. “Satiate your lusts! You’re so hard! Use your Mommy-slave’s cunt to satiate your desires!”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my hips, Mom’s silky flesh caressing my dick. The pleasure shot through me. “I’m going to dump so much cum in her, and you’re going to lick your sister-slave clean, slut.”

“Yes, Master!” Aunt Vicky moaned, her entire body shaking. Her ass wiggled.

I slammed into my mom’s pregnant depths, incestuous friction burning about my cock. I groaned, loving it. My balls smacked into her taint, full of my seed. I wanted to breed her all over again. After she birthed my child, maybe I would. Another baby planted into the womb that birthed me.

I drew back and thrust in faster, the incestuous thrill of fucking my mother’s pregnant cunt shooting through me. My ass clenched with each thrust, the pleasure flooding down my shaft and filling my balls. They ached more and more as they smacked into her taint.

Aunt Vicky moaned again, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Got a hot cunt, slave?” I demanded.

“Always, Master,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “That’s why I need my strong nephew to control me. I’d be such a whore, just fucking every cock I could, without that.”

I grinned at her. “Plant that hot cunt on your sister’s mouth. Grind your cunt on her and cum so hard.”

“Oh, god, yes, Master! Thank you for letting me use my sister’s mouth!”

“You’re welcome, slut. Now get that whore-cunt on her mouth and drench her!”

“Yes,” Mom moaned, her pussy clenching on my thrusting cock.

As Aunt Vicky mounted my mom’s face, I thrust harder, the pleasure spilling through me. I slammed into my mom’s cunt, her body shaking. Her big boobs, piled into two lush mounds, jiggled with each thrust. I stared at them as Mom devoured her sister’s cunt with such greedy hunger. Aunt Vicky moaned, her big tits jiggling as she squirmed on her sister’s mouth.

Two delicious sets of breasts to stare at. I licked my lips, pounding my mom’s pregnant cunt so hard, eyes flicking from Mom’s to Aunt Vicky’s bouncing tits. My balls smacked so hard into my mom’s taint, her pussy clenching down on my dick as she licked and nuzzled and ate her sister’s incestuous snatch.

“Oh, yes, Cheryl,” groaned my aunt. “Oh, yes, you are so good at licking pussy. Mmm, yes, eat my snatch. Shove that slutty tongue into my depths while your son fucks your whore-cunt!”

Mom’s pussy clenched on my plunging dick, pleasure rippling down my shaft.

“Such a whore-cunt,” I growled. “Mothers shouldn’t be so hot for their son’s cock. Only a complete slut would do that. Just a filthy skank who lets her son fuck her and breed her!”

“Yes!” gasped Aunt Vicky, grinding her pussy faster on my mom’s lips. Vicky squeezed both her big tits, holding them up, proffering them to me.

I growled, leaning over, and sucking hard on her fat nub. I worshiped my aunt’s nipple, tasting my mother’s mouth on it. I shuddered, plowing my mom so hard, the bed creaking. Her pussy was so silky and juicy on my dick.

Her thighs tightened on my hips. Her hips bucked so hard. She screamed out rapture, muffled by my aunt’s pussy, as her own cunt spasmed so hard about my dick. The pleasure rippled up and down my shaft.

I made my mother cum.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Aunt Vicky. “My sister is a huge slut! Cumming on her son’s cock like a whore!”

“Such a whore!” Mom moaned. “I love my son’s huge cock in my pussy!”

I pounded her spasming pussy. Her flesh writhed about my cock. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned about Aunt Vicky’s nipple, sucking so hard. I fought off my orgasm, savoring my mom’s convulsing flesh for as long as I could.

It was so hot feeling her silk massage my cock. My mother’s pussy spasmed on my dick. I made her cum. Pride surged through me, the same pride I felt when I made any of my women cum. I sucked so hard on Aunt Vicky’s nipple, moaning as my orgasm built.

Pressure swelled in my balls. They begged for release.

But I kept fucking Mom. I plowed her cunt as hard as possible. She moaned and squealed into her sister’s pussy. I kept her cumming. I kept her gasping. Her silky flesh sucked at my cock, begging for my cum to flood her pregnant depths.

“Fuck,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “Oh, god, Cheryl. You nasty slut. Finger my ass! Ooh, yes! Oh, that’s so hot and… Ooh, yes, watch us, girls!”

I ripped my lips away and found Alicia and Juana standing in the doorway watching me. Alicia, her glasses perched on her cute nose, beamed at me. She fingered her shaved pussy, her arm reaching past her flat stomach.

I pictured it bulging with our child.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my orgasm threatening to spill through me.

Golden-brown Juana, as petite as my sister, looked so cute, her skin contrasting with Alicia’s paler flesh. My balls tightened so much, Juana’s eyes wide and reddened. Tear tracts stained her cheeks which made the lesbian girl so…desirable.

“Yes, yes, yes, watch us sluts please our master!” Aunt Vicky howled, bucking hard, her tits slapping together. “Fuck, my sister-slave knows how to make me cum!”

Aunt Vicky howled out her orgasm as Alicia grinned at me. She was so cute. I had to breed her. Soon. She deserved a big reward for bringing Juana to me. I slammed into my mom’s pussy, my balls boiling.

And came.

The pleasure shot through me. I growled through my teeth as my jizz pumped over and over into my mom’s pregnant snatch. I howled with Aunt Vicky, both of us pleasured by my Mommy-slut. My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of jizz basted my mother.

And then left me breathing hard, buzzing with rapture.

“That was so hot, big brother,” moaned Alicia, rubbing her pussy hotter. “I love watching you fuck our Mommy-slut.”

“I can tell. My little princess has a hot cunny.” I pulled out of Mom’s pussy, sitting down on my ass, leaning back on my arms. My cock, still hard thanks to my morning red pill (I took one right at the start of the day on the weekend) thrusting wet before me, stained with our mother’s juices.

Beside me, Aunt Vicky let out a hungry groan and buried her face into her sister’s pussy, licking up my cum.

“So,” I grinned, eyes flicking back and forth from Alicia to Juana. “Do both of you have hot cunnies, or just Alicia?”

“Just me, big brother,” Alicia squealed. “Juana’s a lesbian. You know that.”

“I can hope,” I grinned. I had enjoyed her once. It was enough. “So come over here, princess, and slide that hot cunny down your big brother’s cock.”

Alicia gave a squeal of delight. She darted over and hopped onto the bed. The springs creaked as she bounced on the bed. Then, with another agile hop, her pigtails flying about her face, she straddled my waist, grabbing my cock.

I groaned as my nineteen-year-old sister sank her tight pussy down my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feel of her incestuous cunny. She was so hot and silky. She gripped me with such youthful enthusiasm, moaning the entire slide down my cock.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, big brother, but you need to help Juana first.”

“Is it Carmelita?” I asked, staring at Juana. She shifted, not looking at us. She had become Alicia’s lover, and clearly didn’t like seeing her impaled on my dick.

My cock throbbed in my little sister’s cunny.

“Yes,” Juana said. “She started crying when I was spanking her. Real crying. And she’s so…despondent. She’s broken. I didn’t want to break her. I wanted to make her my slave.”

I smiled at her. I had thought of it all night. Lee’s words to Carmelita inspired my plan. “This is what you do, Juana.”

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

Alicia Elliston

Juana darted out of the room, a huge smile on her lips. I smiled at my big brother, my hands rubbing his chest. “You are so amazing! Will it work?”

“Hopefully,” he said, leaning back on his hands, his huge dick twitching in my pussy.

I loved riding my big brother. His cock reached sooooo deep into my cunny. I squirmed, impaled on his huge slab of meat. My pussy, on fire from humping my teddy bear, needed relief. Especially with Aunt Vicky and Mom sixty-nining with such incestuous enthusiasm beside us.

Big brother groaned as I slid my pussy up and down his dick. A pleased grin crossed his face as my pussy pleased his dick. I clenched down on his girth when I rose, my hips wiggling, stirring my dripping pussy about his cock. Then I impaled my cunny down his length again.

Pleasure rippled through my body. “Oh, big brother, I love your huge cock!”

“My princess has such a hot cunny that needs to be satiated all the time.”

I blushed and moaned, “Yes, yes, by my big brother’s dick! I love it! Love you!”

“Love you, Princess. Now ride me. Scratch that itch in your cunny.”

I squealed, bouncing faster and faster on my brother’s dick. The friction burned in my cunny. My silky flesh clung to his dick. I squeezed so hard on him as I rose up his shaft. Then I slammed down him, gasping, my clit mashing into his pubic bone.

My glasses slipped on my nose. My moans echoed through the room, pigtails bouncing about my shoulders. My hands massaged Clint’s muscular chest. I loved the feel of his iron muscles beneath me. I squeezed into them, fingers digging into his strength, my pussy clenching harder, the pressure swelling in my cunny.

My little nipples throbbed, aching to be touched.

With a squeal, I threw my arms around his neck, rubbing my tiny nubs against his hard body. Pleasure tingled from my nipples, racing down to my hot cunny. I bounced faster and faster, drinking in the delights of his body.

“Big brother!” I squealed, pressing my face into his neck. I breathed in his musk, so salty and delicious. I licked his neck then planted kisses on him.

“Your cunny’s getting so hot,” he growled. “Someone wants to explode.”

“Me! Me! Me! I want to explode on my big brother’s huge dick!”

“Then do it, Princess!”

I pressed my face into his neck, screaming out my rapture. I slammed down his dick, my clit throbbing as it rubbed into his pubic hair. My pussy spasmed. Rapture shot out of my snatch and rippled through my body. My flesh spasmed about his huge cock.

I squealed and groaned and gasped into his neck. The pleasure burned through my mind. It bathed me in ecstasy. Fireworks detonated across my vision, celebrating my incestuous orgasm on my big brother’s dick.

And then he groaned, “Princess!”

Hot cum flooded my snatch. I squealed, pretending he was breeding me. That his cum was flooding my womb and finding my little egg. I bucked and squirmed, hugging him so tight as more and more rapture shot through me.

“I love your cum in my cunny, big brother!” I moaned. “Oh, I love it.”

“I can tell,” he grunted, his cock firing the last blast into my pussy.

I sank down his cock, shuddering, my pussy’s spasms slowing. I breathed, feeling his heart thudding beneath his chest. I just held my big brother’s strong body, wiggling against him, loving this so much.

“Do you think Juana will do it?” I asked. “Will she get through to her sister?”

“I don’t know,” Clint admitted. “Carmelita’s one stubborn bitch.”

“She is,” I hissed. “Ooh, I hope Juana does. I want to see that bitch humiliated at college for all the meany things she did to me.”

“Me, too, Princess. But it’s up to Juana. She has to be the mistress. She has to be in control of Carmelita. She’ll need self-control to do it.”

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

Juana Campo

I darted downstairs, feeling so energized by Clint’s words. They made so much sense, even if it sucked having to watch Alicia twitch and squirm on his dick. I so wished she was a lesbian like me. Then she could be my girlfriend instead of just my friend.

Well, friend with lesbian benefits. I guess that wasn’t too bad.

My feet scampered down the stairs. The strap-on bounced and waved before me. I jumped past the last three stairs, landing in a crouch on the floor. I sprang up, darting down the hallway past the stairs to the living room. Carmelita was just where I left her, her ass still red, though not as bright. She still cried.

I fell down in the nearby chair and spread my legs wide. My pussy, covered by my thin bush, aimed right at her. I pulled up the strap-on, shifting so the dildo’s base was higher up on my crotch and not pressing on my clit.

Then I didn’t say a word. That was hard. I really, really wanted to. My pussy was so juicy and itchy.

Carmelita glanced at me. She stared at my pussy. I didn’t make eye contact with her, looking off to the side, my heart beating so fast. I wanted to glance at her, to look in her eyes and get a sense of what she thought. My pussy clenched, juices trickling out of my pussy. Some worked through my hairs, reaching my ass.

I wanted to squirm. To command. I itched to.

Please, please let this work. Upstairs, Alicia squealed in delight, riding her big brother’s cock. She received the incestuous pleasure that I craved so badly. This had to work. It was so hard not saying a word.

The grandfather clock ticked every second, louder than Alicia’s faint moans. My heart thudded with it. An eternity of ticks, though maybe only sixty or eighty, passed before my sister licked her lips. She wiggled her hips and then pushed away from the couch.

She crawled across the floor, her dog tag, engraved with her name, jangled as she came nearer and nearer. I fought to smile, to react at all. Her eyes locked onto my pussy. A spark flared in her eyes’ dark depths as she licked her lips again. Her breasts swayed, the clamps pulling at them, stretching them out.

And then she was between my legs. Her hair brushed my thighs. Her breath washed across my pussy. I tensed, my pussy clenching as I sucked in a breath. My sister’s face leaned closer and closer to my pussy.

My pubic hair brushed her nose. Her lips.

Her tongue licked out, diving through my folds. I let out an explosive, “Yes!”

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

Carmelita Campo

With every lick through my Mistre…little sister’s cunt, life quickened within me. I shivered, my pussy clenching, heat swelling in my core. The throb in my nipples changed, the pain transforming into something…exhilarating.

I closed my eyes and focused on her tangy musk, on the heat of her silky pussy sliding across my tongue, rubbing on my lips. I breathed in her musk with each breath, my hips wiggling more and more. Juices trickled down my thighs from my shaved pussy.

She whimpered and groaned, the sounds opening my eyes. I stared up her body, the huge strap-on fluttering before me, a flagpole waving in passionate breezes. Her small breasts heaved, her hands cupping her little mounds, brushing her brown nipples.

“Oh, yes, my delicious bitch, lick your sister-Mistress’s snatch. Oh, you just love it!”

I flushed, knowing I did. But I didn’t care right now. It was so wonderful just enjoying her pussy, not having to worry about anything else. I jammed my tongue into her hot depths, swirling around her silky walls, making her squirm and wiggle.

“Such a good slave!”

My heart beat faster.

“Mmm, yes, bitch, just get that tongue into my depths. Such a good bitch to lick her sister-Mistress’s pussy. Oh, yes, you are!”

Her moans echoed through the living room. I pressed my face tighter into her pussy. My breasts swayed, the nipple clamps pulling on my nipples. The aches zapped lightning down to my pussy. My snatch clenched each time, the heat building, a growing fire raging in my cunt.

To be fucked by that huge dildo waving before my eyes.

Juana humped against me. My little sister ground her pussy on my pussy as I devoured her. My hands seized her thighs, stroking them as I licked faster and faster. I found her clit, making her buck and squeal in delight.

So I sucked on it.

“Oh, yes, you are such a carpet-munching dyke-bitch!” she howled. “Oh, yes, my big sis loves eating muff. Just dives into it! Such a dyke-cunt. A lezzie-slut!”

All the words I used to call her and the other lezzie-bitches I’d dominated made me shudder hearing them heaped on me. My body wiggled more, the nipple clamps swaying my tits like heavy pendulums. My nipples throbbed with each movement, fanning the fires raging in my cunt.

I sucked so hard on her clit. I worshiped it. I nibbled and sucked and tongued it. Such delight rippled through my body. Juices poured down my thighs, my pussy so on fire. It smoldered with passion that had to explode out of me.

My tongue slid up my sister’s snatch, running over her labia and then brushing her clit. That made her buck hard. She groaned and clenched her thighs about my face. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, molten juices pouring over my lips. I tongued her so hard, licking through her folds. She gasped and moaned, squirming as she humped against me. She smeared wet fire across my face as I licked and tongued her.

“¡Joder!” howled Juana, her juice squirting out of her cunt, splashing into my hungry mouth. “You lezzie-bitch! You are such a carpet-muncher, Carmelita! My big sis loves snatch! She’s a dyke-whore! My lezzie-slave!”

My pussy clenched with every word as I drank down her juices. I gulped down her cream. It overflowed my mouth, pouring down my chin and neck. It reached for my swaying breasts, tormented by the nipple clamps. I licked and tongued and pleasured my sister.

She squeezed her tits, the huge strap-on smacking my forehead as she squirmed and howled out her rapture. She spasmed and convulsed on the chair. It groaned and squeaked with her, sharing in her rapture.

“Madre di Dios, linda!” she moaned, calling me pretty girl like she had when we were kids. “You are amazing.”

I blushed, taking a final lick through her pussy. I looked up at her, whimpering, my cunt on fire.

“So why did you lick my pussy?” she asked, cheeks flushed, eyes smoldering. She sat before me, back straight, face regal like a queen on her throne.

“Because you told me to,” I answered. “You’re blackmailing me.”

“I didn’t say a word. I just sat down on the chair. I didn’t even look at you.” Her eyes bored into mine. “Why did you crawl over to me and lick my pussy?”

“I…” My eyebrows furrowed. She had to have said… No. She just… I just… “You had your thighs spread and…”

“And you wanted to be a good lezzie slave?” She cupped my cheeks, lifting my sticky face as she leaned over. The world spun around me as I stared up at her, only her face in focus. “Because this is what you want. You’re so happy right now. You’re not sad. You chose to do what you want.”

I trembled, switching to Spanish. “But, Father, he’ll…”

“We’ll face Father together,” Juana said, her voice so gentle, so loving. “I’ll be with you. Always. You just have to say it. Admit what you are.”

I trembled as I stared up at her. Lee’s words echoed in my mind. Be true to who you are. Who was I? How many times had I masturbated to a guy? I couldn’t even remember. But girls… I imagined them licking my pussy and… When I was on the verge of cumming, I pictured licking theirs, the shame propelling me into my orgasm.

Such hot cums. Like when Juana forced me to do things. To be a lezzie-whore. My little sisters lezzie-whore.

Tears burned down my cheeks, reaching her soft fingers. Father filled my mind, but… But I had a strong mistress. She’d love me. I didn’t have to pretend to be something else. My stomach writhed just thinking about Clint fucking me, being forced to drink his cum. It was so humiliating.

“Y-your my…” I took a deep breath. “I’m your dyke-cunt bitch-slave, Mistress.”

Her smile was radiant. Diamonds twinkled in the corners of her eyes before falling liquid down her cheeks. She leaned down, kissing me on the mouth. She claimed my lips. I closed my eyes, surrendering into the incestuous kiss. Her tongue shoved into my mouth. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. My tits swayed, nipples begging for relief.

Such a weight fell off me. I felt lighter, like I could float away. I was a lesbian. I had tried and tried to fight it, made myself into such an acerbic bitch to keep at bay all the dykes. I didn’t want them to love me, so I made them hate me. Then they would never try to draw me out of the darkness and into the blinding truth.

My Sister-Mistress broke the kiss. “Good. You finally admitted it. Truly.”

“I did, Mistress,” I said. “Your bitch is a lesbian. A pussy-licking, cunt-lapping, muff-diving, clam-eating, carpet-munching dyke!”

“There’s one other thing you are,” she purred, guiding my face to her pussy. She pressed my lips right against the top of her snatch. Against her urethra.

Then her hands let go of my face.

I knew what she wanted. I didn’t flinch away. I made a choice, opened my mouth, and sucked.

She groaned, that slow, moaning sigh of relief as her bladder relaxed. Bitter, acidic urine flooded my mouth. Lee said morning piss was the strongest and the best, the must humiliating flavor. Tasting my sister’s, I agreed. My pussy spasmed, a little orgasm flooding through my body as I drank my Mistress’s nasty pee.

I was her slut. Her slave. I lived to please her, and this made her so happy.

And it made me happy even as it humiliated and degraded me.

The euphoric high swept through my body, reaching my mind as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her piss. I gulped it down, urine spilling down my chin, dribbling hot. I smelled the nasty, shameful smell.

I gulped down more and more.

“Oh, yes, you nasty pee-slut!” Juana moaned, squirming, her face tensed as she forced out more and more of her piss.

There was so much.

It poured hot down my throat. My stomach filled with it. The nasty, bitter flavor filled my mouth. Salty and hot and acrid. The aroma stung my eyes. But I kept drinking, I kept savoring the humiliating of being my little sister’s toilet.

“Oh, such a good slave,” she moaned as the final spurts of piss flooded out.

And then my tongue licked at her folds, cleaning her up as my heart beat with such joy. I made my Sister-Mistress happy. She cooed her delight, her hands stroking my hair like the lezzie-bitch I was. I wiggled my hips, juices flooding down my thighs.

“Tomorrow, at college, I’m going to have so much fun humiliating you,” Juana purred. “You were mean to a lot of people. And it’s time you paid.”

“Yes, Sister-Mistress,” I moaned. She was absolutely right.

To be continued…

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The testing at the mall gets wild!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Twenty: Mind-Control App’s Incestuous Testing

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Mom’s idea for live porn was just so kinky.

I stared down at my app, at all the dots moving around on representing all people shopping at the mall, and found the ones we needed. I tapped the woman’s dot and labeled her Hot Wife One and then the guy Black Stud One. The husband I titled Cuckold One. I didn’t need to give them creative nicknames like my younger sister was doing.

I tapped the woman as she walked with her husband, moving further away from me. My fingers typed: Get naked and fall on your hands and knees then beg Black Stud One to fuck you hard before Cuckold One.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Mom purred, watching my screen with enthusiasm.

Head over to Hot Wife One and fuck her before Cuckold one, I typed on the guy. Pound Hot Wife One hard.

“Now let’s get the husband in on it,” Mom said and started typing on her phone.

I didn’t see what Mom typed but as the hot wife began stripping off her clothing to our left, her husband stopped gaping in shock and then said, “Is there a real man here to fuck my wife?”

“Mom,” I said, my pussy clenching. “That’s so hot.”

The Black stud was sauntering up, passing us. He was tall and swanky. If I wasn’t Daddy’s slut, I’d be so wet for the guy. He was undoing the fly of his pants, so ready to fuck her as the people in the mall all stopped. They watched the hot wife stripping naked fast. Her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders as she stripped off her bra and bared her large breasts.

Mom let out a coo of delight as the hot wife dropped her panties last. She stepped out of them, her ass plump and delicious. The woman fell to her hands and knees just like I had ordered her to. Her breasts swayed beneath her body. She wiggled her rump at the approaching black guy while Mom was still typing at her phone.

“Are you going to fuck my wife?” the husband asked. He was already unzipping his fly. “She needs it. She needs a big, Black dick to fuck her hard.”

“Yes,” the woman moaned. “Ooh, just ram that in me. I’m so wet for you. I need it.”

“Dayum,” the Black guy said, whipping out an impressive ebony shaft.

The woman gasped, her eyes so wide. I grinned, my pussy clenching. This was live-action porn that we were creating. Testing the device at the Courland Mall was such a great idea. The cell phones only made them that much more interesting to use.

“Now, who should we get to eat us out?” Mom asked with this throaty purr. “It’s fun shopping for pussy with you.” She bumped her hip into mine. “We haven’t done this in a while.”

“Shopping?” I asked, my fingers already moving. “Because we’ve never gone shopping for pussy together.”

“True.” Mom gave a wicked giggle. “What are you doing.”

I tapped the enter button and a black-haired cutie darted over to my mom. The girl fell to her knees and grabbed Mom’s skirt. The cutie lifted it up while moaning, “Can I eat your pussy? I bet it’s so yummy.”

“Eat away,” Mom moaned as she was typing on her own phone.

“Well, hey,” a Hispanic girl said, breaking away from the group of people watching the Black guy lining up his dick at the hot wife’s cunt. “You need your pussy eaten?”

On my phone, she was labeled Hot Pussy Licker. Her tongue flicked across her lips as I said, “Yes!”

“Good,” the girl moaned. “I suddenly love eating pussy. Like it must be the best thing in the world to eat. I want to lick them all. Starting with yours, Dusk.”

“Then get started,” I moaned, my cunt clenching.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband said, stroking his cock while his wife’s tits heaved.

The Black guy fucked her hard from behind. He rammed his dick into her married pussy with powerful strokes. HE buried into her again and again, his crotch spanking her ass. Her flesh rippled as she moaned and gasped.

“Yes, yes, this is such a big dick!” she moaned. “Oh, George, watch him fuck me! He’s pounding me so hard!”

The Hispanic cutie shoved up my jean skirt and groaned at the sight of my pussy. I didn’t stare down at her, my eyes instead locked on the live porn that was going on. The people of the mall were watching the sight, whispering, muttering, gaping at the cuckolding act going on before them.

“¡Mierda!” moaned the Hispanic cutie. Then she buried her face into my pussy. She licked with such hunger.

“Yes,” Mom moaned beside me, her free hand holding the back of the black-haired girl’s head and holding her in place. “That’s it. Ooh, you’re doing wonderful.”

“So are you,” I panted as the Hispanic girl’s tongue fluttered over my pussy. She licked and lapped at me.

I adjusted my glasses slipping down my nose, my breasts rising and falling at the delight she stirred through me. Her tongue dragged through my folds. The feel of it sent such a heady thrill through me. My toes curled. My cunt clenched. I undulated my hips, grinding my furred muff on her face.

Her tongue danced through my pussy lips. She ate me with passion as I watched the Black stud pounding the wife. Her pale breasts swayed back and forth from the force of his strokes. He fucked her without restraint, just pounding her like a hot wife slut.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband moaned. He stroked his little dick. “Christine, how is it?”

“Amazing!” the woman groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out. Yes, yes! Pound me!”

The Black stud grabbed her hips and did that. He slammed that dick into her pussy. Heat washed through me as I reveled in the live porn my mother and I created. And in the delight caused by the naughty slut licking at my cunt and driving me wild.

Her tongue brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my ass. I groaned as she danced her tongue around my bud. Then she sucked on it for a moment. My cunt clenched. The wave of pleasure that washed through me was amazing.

I stared at my phone, then I ***********ed all the dots around the couple. The watchers. The phone was so much easier to use than Dad’s old system. When I had them all ***********ed, I typed, Cheer on Hot Wife One and Black Stud One.

Instantly, the whoops and hollers began. “Fuck that slut!” a guy shouted. “Just fuck her hard.”

“Take that dick!” a woman moaned.

“You’re doing great! Just taking that big cock!”

“Pound her!”

“Ooh, you two are so hot! Keep at it!”

Mom laughed in delight, her hand holding the black-haired girl tight to her pussy. “Dusk, you are such a wonderful daughter. Mmm, we think alike.”

“Because we’re both horny sluts?” I asked her, my pussy melting around the Hispanic girl’s tongue burying into my depths. She stirred me up, sending ripples of delight through my body.

“Yes, we are.” Mom glanced at me. “Mmm, and look at you, just grinding that cunt on that hottie’s mouth.”

“And you’re not?”

Mom’s laugh turned into a groan. “Oh, yes, she’s good. She’s got that tongue dancing around in my cunt. She’s just so hungry for my mommy-cunt. Mmm, I love it.”

I smiled at her. Then, to my delight, Mom let go of the girl’s head and took my free hand. We held each other tight as we enjoyed our sluts devouring us. My orgasm built as I squeezed my mom’s hand, the pleasure swelling in me.

The Hispanic girl moaned and whimpered as she devoured my cunt. She was having so much fun doing it. Her tongue danced in circles inside of me while her digits clenched at my ass, just gripping my cheeks hard.

“Finger my asshole,” I moaned. “Jam those digits into me.”

“Yes,” the girl moaned, her fingers dipping into my butt-crack. “Ooh, your pussy tastes so good. I love it. I love pussy!”

“Yeah, you do,” Mom groaned, squeezing my hand. Then she looked down. “And so do you, cutie. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good,” the girl groaned.

I glanced over at the Black stud. He gripped the woman’s tits now, squeezing them. The husband was stroking his cock while the crowd clapped and cheered his wife on. They were all whooping in delight. Some of the watching ladies were bouncing with excitement. Guys were adjusting hardons. I smiled at the wicked sight.

The Hispanic girl’s fingers found my asshole. She stroked my naughty backdoor. Pleasure rippled through me. Then she pressed her middle digit against my anal ring. It spread wide. I shuddered as my asshole swallowed her digit. She penetrated into my naughty sheath.

She pumped her finger in and out of my asshole. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the delight rushing through my body. My bowels clenched on that delightful digit pumping in and out of my backdoor.

“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum on that mouth.” Her hand clenched down on hard on mine. “Dusk, Dusk, you chose such a good girl.”

“So did you, Mom!” I panted. “Ooh, she’s got her finger ramming into my asshole. She’s going to make me scream my head off.”

“Good!”

My orgasm was building and building. My cunt clenched as the Hispanic girl jammed a second finger into my asshole. She stretched out my naughty backdoor. The velvety friction melted to my cunt being so wonderfully plundered by her tongue.

Then the husband groaned. He fired off his cum that splashed his wife on the face. She reveled in it. The crowd cheered louder. Then the wife threw back her head. Her orgasmic moans were lost to the crowd’s enthusiasm, but it was clear pussy juices were squirting down her thighs.

“Fuck!” the Black stud roared, cutting over the crowd. He buried into her. Didn’t pull back.

“He’s cumming in her!” I moaned as the crowd’s excitement reached a feverish pitch.

The hot wife tossed her head, face twisting in rapture as the Black stud flooded her married pussy with his seed. The cuckold watched with excitement on his features. My pussy clenched and my asshole clutched on those naughty fingers.

The Hispanic slut sucked on my clit.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped and exploded.

My pussy convulsed as the waves of wild rapture rushed out of me. Juices gushed out, bathing the girl’s mouth. I squeezed down hard on my mother’s hand as the pleasure surged throughout my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.

The girl devoured my pussy cream. She licked it all up. I shuddered, grinding my pussy on her face as the pleasure drowned my mind. The waves of ecstasy swept hot out of my cunt. My asshole writhed around her fingers.

“Ooh, ooh, yes!” Mom gasped. “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Drink that pussy cream!”

Mom and I were both cumming as the Black guy pulled his cock out of the naked hot wife’s pussy. He stood up, his dick dripping with pussy juices. I shuddered, hitting that wild peak of my orgasm.

Mom released my hand and then she tapped the phone. “Who else wants to fuck my wife?” the cuckold moaned. “She needs more dick.”

“Yes, yes,” the hot wife gasped. “I need more. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

I glanced down. I still had the crowd ***********ed. Men line up to fuck Hot Wife One’s pussy and women line up to have Hot Wife One eat your pussy. Then I ***********ed Hot Wife One. Eat all pussies and fuck all cocks that line up for your service.

ENTER!

“You naughty slut, Dusk,” Mom moaned. Then she typed something.

“Yes, yes, line up to fuck my wife and get your pussies eaten out,” the cuckold moaned while the man and women watching did just that.

I burst into giggles as the Hispanic slut lapped at my pussy, still needing to eat me out. I glanced at Mom. “Swap pussy lickers?”

She winked at me.

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Vivian Bailey

I glanced at Britney, my girlfriend, then I ***********ed her dot on the screen of my phone. My pussy clenched as I mind-controlled my girlfriend. Britney thinks of the mall like school and dress accordingly.

A shiver ran through Britney as the petite, eighteen-year-old cutie started pulling off her blouse. “This place feels so comfortable,” she said. “I can’t wear my clothes here. It’s like at school.”

“That’s right,” I said, going to the all command to add a new directive to broadcast throughout the mall. It was identical to the one at my college for all ladies to lust after my girlfriend’s naked body while knowing that she was mine.

A hot shudder rushed through me.

I was so glad Mr. Michaels mind-controlled me into helping him with this device. I had a harem of sluts at my college, my cute girlfriend, and all the fun I could want. It was intoxicating to control people and get them to do whatever I wanted.

Britney’s small breasts came into view. Little mounds that had just a slight jiggle to them. Her freckled face had such a look of joy on them as passing girls started staring at her body and making purring sounds. Their lust was obvious, and so was their jealousy that Britney was mine.

My pussy clenched.

I pushed up my glasses as Britney tugged off her skirt revealing a pair of schoolgirl panties. White with lace around the waistband. I loved those panties on her. I licked my lips, remembering the first time that I had gone down on her. How scared we had both been and how excited we’d been to make love for the first time.

She had drenched me with pussy cream.

She peeled down her panties, working them over her legs. I shuddered as she bent over, thrusting her cute rump at me. Her brown-furred muff peeked between her thighs, covered in that light down of hair. I licked my lips, wanting to eat some hair pie right now.

But I resisted.

My girlfriend collected her clothing into a neat bundle and then managed to stuff them into her purse. She stood up, wearing just her shoes and showing not a hint of shame or self-consciousness at being naked before the strangers of the mall.

“So, who’d you like to fuck?” I asked her, gazing out at the passing crowd. There were dots on my phone, most of them labeled with the six-digit hexadecimal codes that the device randomly assigned to every new person that entered its radius.

Suddenly, one became labeled as Cute Twin One. I glanced up to see a girl walking with her identical sister. Both had black hair and were wearing hip-hugging jeans. Young women, eighteen or nineteen. Their blouses were different, and they wore their hair differently, but those faces were mirrors of each other. Dainty cheekbones and plump lips.

The second girl became Cute Twin Two as Britney typed away on her phone. She tapped the screen.

The twins turned to each other and kissed with mad hunger. I smiled at the sight. This was hot. They were grabbing each other’s asses through their jeans. Their tongues were dancing. Their identical breasts pressed together.

A few guys stopped and nudged each other with elbows as they watched the sight. I grinned. This was hot. My pussy was on fire. My cunt melting and dripping juices down my thighs. My girlfriend had such a wicked and perverse delight.

“That is hot,” I moaned. “Mmm, twincest.”

“Right?” Britney said. “Now, who should we enjoy while we watch them…” Her words trailed off.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s my mom,” she said, glancing down the mall.

I looked past the stores—a Lady Footlocker, a health and beauty boutique, a Spencer’s Gift, a Gamespot, and the Gap—to see Mr. and Mrs. Morris walking down the mall’s hallway. They looked to be shopping, Mr. Morris holding a shopping bag.

“I didn’t know they were here,” my girlfriend said.

I smiled and grabbed my phone. Those two dots belonging to her parents became Mr. Morris and Mrs. Morris. I shuddered and then ***********ed her father and started typing my commands as fast as I could. I hit enter on him then switched to Mrs. Morris. My pussy melted as Britney stared at me.

“What are you doing to my parents?” she asked as they were now heading over to us.

“You’ll see,” I said, my pussy clenching. I shifted my purse, full of something just wonderfully delicious that Mrs. Michaels had gotten for me. She was such a wonderful woman.

The Morrises stopped before us. My girlfriend’s parents didn’t bat an eye at her naked body, though her mother did look at her daughter with interest. With the Incest Protocol running in the mall, that wasn’t surprising.

“You have to eat our daughter’s pussy,” Mr. Morris said and began unbuttoning his wife’s blouse.

Britney gasped. “Oh, wow, Vivian, really? That’s so hot. You’re amazing!”

“I know,” I said.

“You just have to devour our daughter,” the father continued as he undid his wife’s blouse. He opened it to reveal her large breasts held in a gray bra. Mrs. Morris was stacked. A MILF with dark-brown hair.

My pussy clenched. I pushed up my glasses.

He dropped his wife’s blouse and then reached behind her to undo her bra. I licked my lips, loving every minute of this. It was so wicked and depraved. I loved the power the mind control device gave me. I groaned as the woman’s big and lush breasts came into sight.

“Oh, Mom,” groaned Britney, sounding just as excited as I was to see those boobies. “Wow.”

“Yours are cute,” I said, nudging my girlfriend.

“But…” She stared in envy at those big and lush pair while her father fell to his knees and unzipped her mother’s pants. They were a pair of khakis that housewives liked to wear. Nothing sexy at all. Which was a shame.

Mrs. Morris was sexy.

My pussy dripped juices. They soaked my bush. Already, the faint scent of my sweet musk permeated the air. And tinged beneath it was the familiar, and delicious, aroma of my girlfriend’s twat. She was getting wet for her mommy.

Wonderful.

Mrs. Morris wore a pair of gray panties with a high cut to them. Her husband finished pulling off her pants then he slid his hands up and grabbed his wife’s panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, following my commands.

I smiled, loving this phone. I typed in the next series of commands and tapped the screen as Mrs. Morris’s dark-brown bush came into view. She had a thick tangle of pubic hair. Already, drops of juices were appearing as the stared at her daughter with such lust.

“You have to eat our daughter out,” moaned Mr. Morris. “She needs it. Please, please, Christina, devour our daughter.”

“Oh, yes, eat your daughter’s cunt,” I moaned, my cunt on fire.

“I suppose I have to,” Mrs. Morris said, her eyes locked on Britney’s brown-furred muff. “She looks so wet.”

“Yes, she does,” I said.

Mrs. Morris fell to her knees. She grabbed her daughter’s hips and pulled her close. I watched that magical moment of incest blossom before me. Mrs. Morris nuzzled her face into her daughter’s cunt and licked at her pussy. She fluttered her tongue up and down, caressing her daughter’s twat with a hungry flutter.

I loved this app I’d rewritten.

She licked and lapped at her. She caressed at her daughter’s pussy with that hungry tongue. It was so hot to watch. I smiled, a shiver running through me at the hot sight of the hot mom eating her daughter’s pussy. Mrs. Morris’s hands slid around and grabbed Britney’s cute rump, pulling her daughter’s pussy tighter against her face.

Britney loved it.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, eat my lezzie pussy. Mmm, I’m gay, Mommy, and you love my cunt, don’t you.”

“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned. She fluttered her tongue up and down that slit. “Oh, god, I do.”

“My wife needs to be fucked,” panted Mr. Morris. He glanced at me. “But it wouldn’t be right. My daughter’s a lesbian. I can’t fuck my wife right now. You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Me?” I asked, feigning shock as my mind-control *********** played out. My fantasy I’d engineered and brought to life. I had masturbated to this before. To Mr. Morris begging me to fuck his wife. She’s such a hot woman.

“With a strap-on!” groaned Mr. Morris. “You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Yes, yes, you have to fuck my mom!” moaned Britney, her small titties jiggling. Such joy crossed her face. “Mom’s eating me with such passion, but she needs to cum, too.”

“Okay,” I said. “I suppose I can.” I shivered, my pussy on fire. I thrust my purse out at Mr. Morris. “Hold that.”

He did, a big grin on his face.

I stripped naked fast. I pulled off my blouse and skirt, revealing my naked body beneath. I adjusted my glasses, my short, black hair swaying about my face. I didn’t mind being naked. This mall was under the power of the device.

As I stripped, Mrs. Morris devoured her daughter’s pussy. Britney grinned, looking like she was in heaven. Her hips undulated, grinding her brown-furred muff on her mother’s hungry mouth. I shuddered before I opened my purse and pulled out the strap-on I borrowed from Mrs. Michaels. It was a flesh dildo on a harness of black vinyl.

I stepped into it, staring at Mrs. Morris’s curvy rump as she feasted on her daughter. The people in the mall streamed by us, some watching us with more interest than others, especially the girls lusting after my Britney.

“Thank you, Vivian,” moaned Mr. Morris. “Fuck my wife good and hard. She needs it. Look at her eating our daughter. She loves the taste of Britney’s pussy.”

“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned into her daughter’s snatch.

I smiled and then I fell to my knees. My breasts jiggled. I pressed the fake cock into her bush. Those dark-brown curls swallowed the fleshy tip. The rubbery base pressed on my clit as I nuzzled it into her cunt.

I found the entrance to her twat and thrust.

I rammed the dick hard into her pussy. I buried it in with powerful plunges. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me. This amazing passion that would consume me. I shuddered, smiling in delight at the pleasure bubbling through me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned as I fucked my girlfriend’s mother. My hands grabbed her hips. I drove my cock into the mind-controlled MILF’s cunt.

She moaned into Britney’s pussy. Such joy burst to life across her face. She gripped her mother’s hair, pulling the MILF’s face into that yummy twat. I smiled, my small breasts jiggling. My glasses slipped on my face as I thrust my dildo over and over into Mrs. Morris’s cunt.

My crotch smacked into her plump rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The heat boiled out of my cunt with every thrust into the MILF’s twat. I pounded her hard while her husband watched.

“That’s it,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Fuck my wife. Yes, yes, just pound her.”

“Pound her, Vivian!” moaned Britney. “Yes, yes, just pound her hard. Fuck my mother while she… she… Oh, she’s eating my cunt! She’s devouring me, Vivian! I’m going to cum on my mother’s face!”

“Good!” I panted and slid my hands up Mrs. Morris’s body. I grabbed her big boobs and squeezed them. I held on tight as I drove my dildo into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. “Cum so hard on your mother!”

My dildo plunged into Mrs. Morris with powerful strokes. She groaned as I fucked her. My fingers kneaded her big and soft breasts. They were so much fun to play with. My glasses slipped on my nose as I thrust away.

People watched our naughty fun. I savored our lesbian threesome being seen by the world. The mind control device was so freeing. Despite being under its thrall myself, I felt liberated. I reveled in it as I fuck this hot MILF.

“Yes, yes, Vivian,” moaned Mrs. Norris. “Ooh, yes, you’re stirring up my pussy.”

“Fucking my mom hard!” Britney moaned. Her green eyes sparkled. Her freckled cheeks held a rosy glow. “Ooh, yes, and Mom, that’s nice. I love what you’re doing with your tongue.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. She fluttered her tongue around in slow circles. She caressed over my flesh. The heat swelled through me.

I squeezed those big boobs as I slammed my hips forward. My clit burst with pleasure. I loved using a strap-on. It was invigorating fucking a woman with it. Just pounding her hard with my strap-on. My pussy clenched each time I drove into Mrs. Morris’s married twat.

She moaned. Her hips bucked back into me. She devoured her daughter’s cunt as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. My fingers kneaded up her big tits to find her fat nipples. I pinched them. Twisted and twerked them.

She groaned as I did that. I tugged on them. I stretched them out. The heat rushed through my body. I fucked her with passion. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her pussy. I buried hard and fast into her. I slammed my hips to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to cum on my dildo, aren’t you, Mrs. Morris?”

“Mmm, yes,” Mrs. Morris moaned. “That’s so good.”

“Fuck my mom until she cums!” gasped Britney. “Because… Because… Yes!”

Britney bucked through her orgasm. My girlfriend threw back her head. Her brown hair danced. Her small titties had such a cute amount of jiggle to them. I watched them as I drove my hips forward, burying the dildo into her mother’s pussy.

Mrs. Morris moaned as she drank her daughter’s incestuous pussy juices. This wicked rush shot through me. It was so hot to create this situation. My cunt was on fire. My pussy melted, juices dribbling down my thighs as I fucked my hips forward. I buried hard and fast into the mother’s cunt, my clit throbbing, drinking in friction.

My orgasm swelled.

“You made our daughter cum,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Christina, you made our little girl explode.”

“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Morris as she bucked back into my strokes. “Oh, this is great. Amazing! Yes!”

I slammed to the hilt in her. She gasped. Her pussy juices gushed out around the dildo and bathed my crotch with her passion. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight of her splashing my pussy with hot juices. I buried into her, my clit bursting with sparks.

I joined her.

“Mrs. Morris!” I howled.

“Yes, yes, cum!” Britney moaned, still shuddering through her own orgasm.

“I’m cumming!” Mrs. Morris moaned. “Oh, yes, I’m cumming.”

“That’s wonderful, honey!” Mr. Morris panted.

I plunged my dildo into his wife’s cunt with hard strokes. My head threw back. The pleasure burst through my body. My cunt writhed and spasmed, juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled through my rapture. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, waves of rapture rushing through my body. “Oh, that’s wonderful. That’s amazing. Ooh, your pussy is going wild about my dildo!”

“Uh-huh!” the MILF moaned, rubbing her face into her daughter’s pussy. “Mmm, so good.”

“It is,” whimpered Britney, her pleasure passed.

Mine was just hitting that crescendo. I swayed there, the waves of bliss rushing through my body. The stars danced before my eyes. I groaned, my head swaying from side to side as I savored every moment of this rapturous delight. My head swayed as my pussy gushed juices that flooded hot down my thighs.

It was incredible to feel. To enjoy. I whimpered through the bliss. The delight of my orgasmic rapture. I hovered there, gripping Mrs. Morris’s nipples. I twisted them as I hit the pinnacle of my bliss and then descended.

“Oh, yes, this is a wonderful test,” I moaned.

“Uh-huh,” panted Britney. “Ooh, Mommy, that’s amazing. Where’s my phone. I have to make sure Mom will always lick my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes,” I purred, buzzing with euphoria.

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June “Junebug” Michaels

Hunky Daddy lifts Sexy Daughter skirt, drop her panties, and fuck her hard because she needs your cock and cum in her, I typed on my phone as I stared out at the father walking with his daughter. He was a handsome guy, and his daughter was cute, eighteen like me.

I tapped the screen.

Sexy Daughter needs Hunky Daddy to fuck you all the time and cum in you as much as you can get because Sexy Daughter needs to be bred by Hunky Daddy

TAP!

“What are you up to, Junebug?” Daddy asked. We had just emerged from the sporting goods store where we had fun in the backroom.

“Nothing, Daddy,” I said with a mischievous tone. Hunky Daddy and Sexy Daughter came together. He lifted his daughter’s skirt and then started tugging down her panties.

Daddy glanced at me and shook his head. “Playing.”

“Yep!” My pigtails danced around my naked shoulders. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed. Neither had Daddy. “Ooh, ooh, they go to our school.” Daddy taught at my college. “They’re brother and sister.”

Jake and Evette Thompson were walking by, though the brother and sister weren’t really paying attention to each other. I changed their dots’ names and started typing. First Evette looked up from her phone and moaned, “I need my brother to fuck my pussy right here!” Then she fell to her knees. “Fuck me, bro!”

“Shit!” Jake said while I kept typing at my phone’s keyboard. Then I finished and he panted, “I’ll fuck you so hard, sis. I’ll breed you.”

“There,” I said in satisfaction as he began unzipping his fly.

To the left, Hunky Dad had his daughter pinned to the wall and drilling his cock into her young and fertile pussy. Her panties hung off her left ankle as she moaned, “Breed me, Daddy! Give me your seed and breed me.”

“Damn,” my daddy groaned. “You are just like your mother.”

“Cute and adorable?” I asked.

Then I spotted another girl. She was petite like me. I knew daddy liked them young. It was why Mom made sure she stayed slender and petite and would dress to look young and playful. This girl was Asian, maybe Japanese or Korean, with a round face and delicate, porcelain features. I smiled and darted up to her, typing on my phone as I did.

Japanese Cutie begs Dean Michaels to breed you and then do whatever he and June Michaels says

I did not tap the screen, though. “Hi,” I said brightly. “I’m June. What’s your name?”

“Sakura,” she said without hesitation. “Uh, did you need something?”

“That’s my daddy!” I pointed to him. My daddy was a tall man, had glasses and dark hair and was so sexy. “Do you want him to breed you?”

“What?” the girl gasped. “What sort of question is that?”

“I think it’s a great one,” I said and tapped the screen, sending out the command. “Do you want him to breed you?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned and shuddered. “I do. I want him to breed me so much.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” The girl bit her lip. “But he’s just so sexy. Do you think he’ll breed me? I need him to breed me. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” I asked. “Kiss me.”

The Japanese girl did. Sakura turned and planted a hot kiss right on my mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips and fluttered around in me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue dancing through my mouth. This was so exciting.

I shivered, so wanting to do wicked things with her, my tongue dancing in her mouth. My pussy was on fire. This would be so hot. We would get up to such kinky and naughty things together. I couldn’t wait for all the fun to begin.

“Well,” Daddy said, his phone in his hand, “there’s a mattress store right over here.”

“Hello, sir,” a man called. “If you need to breed that cute, Japanese girl, the mattresses in here are available.”

“Ah, thank you,” Daddy said.

I broke the kiss and gave Daddy a naughty look. “You mind-controlled him, didn’t you?”

Daddy gave me an innocent grin. “Would I do that?”

“Yes!” I gave him a very serious nod. “Yes, you would.” Then I grabbed Sakura’s hand. “Let’s go get bred by my daddy!”

“Oh, yes!” the girl moaned, her round face scrunching up in delight.

We rushed off to the mattress store where the employee ushered us in with a bow. There were only a few display model beds. No sheets on them, just the bare mattress, but that was enough. I pushed Sakura to one and started kissing her, my hands grabbing the hem of her t-shirt.

Our tongues danced as I pulled up her t-shirt. I was so wet and eager to see her bred by my daddy. It made my bald cunny itch. Juices ran down my thighs. I had to break the kiss with Sakura to pull off her top, her glossy, black hair spilling around her face in a tousled mess.

She wore a white bra with red and blue and purple polka dots all over it. They cupped her small titties. She had little ones like me. I thrust my arms around her and unhooked the clasp of her bra, such giddy excitement racing through me.

“Mmm, you have such a cute bra,” I said as I pulled it off. Her boobies came into view, little mounds topped by dark-olive nipples. “And your titties are even cuter.”

“Thank you,” she said. “And you have cute titties, too. They’re just so gorgeous. Your daddy must love them so much.”

“I do,” Daddy said, his phone held suspiciously in his hand. “She’s my little girl. I love my Junebug.”

I beamed in delight then my hands slid down and grabbed the girl’s skirt. I tugged them down and squealed in delight. Matching panties. I loved them. They were so adorable. It was almost a shame to take those off, but…

Daddy had to breed her.

I fell to my knees and kissed her panties right on her pubic mound. I felt her bush through the cloth. I grabbed the waistband and tugged down. I worked them off her hips, feeling so naughty as I did it. I was such a wicked, little girl. Daddy was naked, stroking his cock, watching us do that.

“You should lie on top of me,” moaned Sakura as I drew down her panties past her knees, my eye staring at her black bush. “Then your daddy can fuck back and forth between us and breed us both at the same time.”

“That is a great idea, Sakura,” Daddy said, sounding stiff like he was reading lines. He was such a bad actor.

But it was a hot idea. I loved it.

“Let’s do it!” I moaned, bounding to my feet. I kissed Sakura, our little boobies pressing together, and pushed her back.

We sank onto the bed, our tongues dancing, our skin rubbing together. I set my phone down on the bed as I squirmed atop the girl. My cunt was on fire. This heat rushed through me as I squirmed against her. Our nipples caressed. Sparks flared.

Naughty, wonderful, amazing sparks that showered me in hot delight.

I groaned, loving every moment of our contact. It was something wonderful to experience. My tongue danced with hers as my shaved pussy rubbed into her ticklish bush. Daddy grabbed us and moved us to the edge of the bed.

“This mattress is perfect,” he said and thrust his cock right at us.

I groaned as he lanced his dick straight into my cunt. My body bucked. His cock buried to the hilt in me. I squirmed atop Sakura, reveling in Daddy’s cock being all the way in me. I kissed her with hunger, our nipples brushing. Sparks flared from my little nubs and showered me in delight.

My cunt clenched down on Daddy’s thrusting cock. He pumped away at me, the pleasure rushing through my body. I moaned into the kiss with Sakura, savoring my daddy’s dick burying into my pussy over and over again. Taboo delight rushed through me.

Then he pulled out of my pussy. Sakura squealed as Daddy’s bush smacked into my cunt.

He fucked Sakura now. He pumped his dick in and out of her cunt. I groaned, kissing her as she squealed beneath me. Daddy was fucking her so hard. He was burying his dick into her. It was so hot to hear. I loved listening to him pounding her. He fucked her hard and fast. He rammed his cock into her again and again.

She moaned. Gasped. Whimpered.

Then Daddy ripped out of her and rammed back into my pussy.

I squealed in delight as daddy fucked my cunt. He pounded me hard and fast. He fucked me with such passion. He buried his dick to the hilt in my pussy. I shuddered, squeezing around on him as he fucked me with hard strokes, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

Then he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura. He fucked her now. He pounded her. He slammed his cock into her while his bush tickled my shaved pussy lips. I broke the kiss with her, staring into her slanted eyes.

“Daddy’s going to breed you!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. Then she groaned. “No, wait, I need you back in me. You can’t breed me if you’re not in my pussy!”

“So true,” I said.

Daddy rammed into me. He thrust away at me, his balls smacking into her bush. The bed creaked beneath us as Daddy fucked us hard. He pounded my pussy with that big dick of his. It was amazing to feel.

Then he was in Sakura.

He went back and forth, driving us wild. My orgasm built and built when he fucked me and then simmered as he rammed into Sakura. Her lithe body squirmed beneath me. Our nipples kissed. We whimpered and moaned, squirming together as Daddy fucked us hard.

Then he buried into me. He slammed hard. My eyes widened. I gasped and then my pussy exploded in rapture. My hot flesh convulsed around him. I squealed atop Sakura, my cunny going wild around Daddy’s cock.

“Yes, yes, breed me, Daddy!” I moaned.

But he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura’s pussy. She gasped and squealed. Her eyes widened and her body bucked. Her face twisted in rapture. It was clear she was cumming, too. Feeling those waves of delight washing out of her twat.

“Breed me, Mr. Michaels!” she squealed.

“Fuck!” Daddy groaned.

“Please, please, breed me!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me, both of us trembling through our orgasmic delight. “Yes, yes, pump that cum in me.”

Daddy grunted. Then he moved. Hot cum splashed on my shaved pussy moments before daddy rammed into my convulsing twat. My hot flesh writhed around his dick as he spurted the last of his seed in me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned, the waves of ecstasy washing out of my cunt. My pussy convulsed and writhed around his dick. “Oh, Daddy, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You bred us!”

“He did!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me.

“Yes!” growled Daddy. “I’m breeding you both.”

My pussy rippled around his cock, working out the last of his cum. I felt so happy to have his seed in me. I squirmed atop her, rubbing my little boobies into her and reveling in the fact Daddy might have created a new little sister for me to play with. Once she’d grown up, of course.

That would be so hot. I wanted Daddy to breed so many girls. I bet I could find another one for him to breed. Another eighteen-year-old cutie like me. My pussy clenched down on his cock as my pleasure rushed through me.

I grabbed my phone. I loved the mind-controlling app. It was amazing.

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Dean Michaels

June clung to my arm. She had such a big grin on her face, my cum dripping down her thighs. She hummed and practically skipped. It was clear that she was thrilled to have me breed other cute girls and herself.

We arrived at the food court to spot the others. My wife and Dusk were sitting at a table. Dusk bounded to her feet and threw herself at me. She pressed her naked body against me, humping her wet bush into my side while her breasts rubbed across my chest.

“Daddy, I need to be fucked so hard by you,” she moaned. “Mom and I made live porn. We watched a hot wife getting gangbanged. She’s still getting fucked and licking pussy.”

“Yes, she is,” purred my wife. “These phones are so much more fun to play with. I know you created something amazing, but this is far, far more user friendly.”

“Yes, it is,” I conceded. This had gone far, far beyond my original idea of just mind-controlling my daughters so I could fuck them.

“It’s a big success, Mr. Michaels,” Vivian said. She sauntered up from the other direction with a naked Britney behind her, the young girl beaming. “Mrs. Michaels, thanks for letting me borrow your strap-on. I had a lot of fun with it fucking Mrs. Morris.”

“Christina was here?” my wife asked, a naughty grin sliding over my wife’s lips. She sipped at her latte. “Mmm, shame I missed her. She’s got big tits. I bet you looked so sexy pounding her.”

“While she ate me out,” Britney said.

“No bugs in the app?” I asked Vivian.

“Everything seems to be working,” she said. “The database is being updated with the user-generated tags. People are following commands. I think this was a big success, Mr. Michaels. I think we’re ready to do some decent stress testing.”

“More devices on the network?” I asked, my dick throbbing. “Like at the local police precinct.” I glanced at my wife. “Just so we don’t have any problems from them.”

“You’re so bad, Daddy,” June said as she pressed against me.

“And who had me breeding three separate girls?” I asked.

“And me!” she said, grinning.

“Three, huh?” my wife asked.

“Yep, this Japanese girl and this redhead and this cute Black girl with just such adorable titties.” June jumped up and down. “I sucked on them as Daddy bred her. She knows how to reach us if she gets pregnant. They all do. I want to have so many sisters. Daddy can make all of them for us to play with.”

“Maybe I’ll make you another sister, too,” Kimmie said, winking at my daughter.

“You want to go off your birth control?” I asked.

“Don’t you want to knock up your cute and sexy wife,” she cooed. “Mmm, I can wear the slumber party outfit like I did the night we made June. The little tank top and tight panties and those pink socks.”

I groaned, my dick throbbing. “That would be hot.”

“And we can have some other young girls around,” my wife added. “Make it into a real slumber party.”

“With pillow fights?” June asked.

“With pillow fights,” my wife said.

“Damn,” I groaned. Oh, yes, I was getting a lot more out of these devices than I bargained for. And that was okay. I was having fun with them.

To be continued…

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Jay is a 40 year old married man who has his eye on Tristen his daughters friend. A few weeks ago Tristen busted Jay masturbating and they both ended up pleasuring themselves in front of each other.

Tristen, My Daughter’s Friend (Chapter 2)

Weeks had gone by since Jay had a little borderline fun with Tristen, his oldest daughter’s friend. She had spent the night with Anna and come downstairs to get some water when she discovered that Mr. Wells had been jerking off. A little open and honest talk began and they talked through the embarrassment and turned it into a little fun when Jay suggested that they pleasure themselves while watching each other and it wouldn’t be crossing the line.

Jay discovered that their little play session had only increased his passion for Tristen and he found himself only thinking about her most of the time now and not Anna’s other friends. He wondered if Tristen kept her word and did not mention it to anyone else. He knew she was a polite and respectful girl and that his secret was probably safe, after all she willing did the same thing right in front of him too.

One night during the week at supper Anna announced that Tristen was going to come over and spend the night again with her on Friday night after the football game. Jay tried not to act too excited when he heard the news. He thought about reenacting the same timeline that he did last time and maybe Tristen might want to do the same thing again with him. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

Friday night came and around 11:00pm both Anna and Tristen came home from the game. Anna was in her cheerleading uniform and Tristen was all painted up with body paint in the school colors. She had hand prints all over her legs and on the back of her white shorts across her ass cheeks. Her shirt was a ripped sleeveless white t-shirt that had been painted on and also had to hand prints across where her chest was. Jay looked at Tristen and smiled at her silently trying to read what might be on her mind. “Hey Mr. Wells” said Tristen. “You missed a good game” she added. “Yeah, sounds like it. I had to finish up somethings around here tonight” he said.

The girls came in excited and Anna told her dad that they had won the game in overtime. They put their things down and went to the kitchen for some sodas and snacks. Jay listened to the girl’s conversation as they talking and laughed in the kitchen. He heard Anna say how bad she needed a shower because she was so sweaty and Tristen pipped in saying she had to clean off all the paint from her body too before changing into her PJ’s. He heard Anna suggest “we should just take one together” and that gave him an idea. One he had not been brave enough to try yet when Anna had her friends over.

Jay quickly ran upstairs with his phone and went into the girl’s bathroom. He took his phone out and opened up the video app and then placed his phone on the back of the shelf that stood over the toilet facing the shower. He darted out of the bathroom before anyone saw him in there and then went back down stairs. Jay’s wife went to bed because she had to work the next day and the others went down also.

The girls went upstairs with their stuff and got ready to get in the shower. Jay hoped that they would be too occupied talking about other things and not notice the tiny iPhone propped up and partially hidden from sight. The girls went in the bathroom and were in there for about 20 minutes before they came out and went to Anna’s room. Jay went back into the bathroom when the coast was clear and retrieved his phone and took it downstairs to watch his movie.

Jay watched the girls turn on the water and then begin to disrobe themselves in front of the camera. Anna got out of her cheer uniform quickly and then as Tristen was dropping her shorts down on the ground Anna grabbed Tristen’s shirt and lifted it over her head. Jay was amazed at how girls were different than guys and they didn’t seem to have a problem showering together, like guys would. The girls stood there naked waiting on the water to heat up before stepping into the shower. Jay was amazed at the size of their breasts and the mature patch of pubic hair that each of them had. Tristen’s tits were bigger than Jay’s wife, he remember exactly how they looked when he saw them for the first time a few weeks ago.
Anna was beautiful too, she looked just like her mother did when Jay first met her in college. Jay focused his attention on Tristen more than his daughter Anna.

They girls hopped in the tub and began to soak their bodies with the hot water and Tristen scrubbed off the paint from her skin. The shower curtain was clear but after the steam filled the room it was harder to see. Jay could still make out their figures and general motions. After a few minutes Jay saw Anna turn toward Tristen and put her arms around her. The girls embraced and before Jay realized it, they begin to kiss. “What!” Jay thought to himself. He could not believe his eyes. His daughter was kissing Tristen and they were holding each other closely. Jay watched as their hands caressed each other’s bodies and Tristen knelt down and began to kiss and suck on Anna’s breasts. They swapped positions and Anna did the same thing to Tristen. Jay saw Anna’s hand go between Tristen’s legs and begin to pleasure her. Jay could not believe this shocking new revelation about his daughter and her best friend that he admired so much. As shocked as he was about it, he was also turned on from watching the two girls enjoy their steamy shower.

Tristen got down on her knees and Anna put her leg up on the side of the tub and Tristen started kissing and licking her between her legs. Anna moaned more as Tristen went down on her for several minutes. Soon they stopped their shower and got out to dry off with their towels. Jay watched their soft young bodies drip with water from the shower as they stood there just feet away from the hidden camera.

The girls got dressed and left the bathroom, Jay stopped the video. “Wow” Jay said to himself, He knew that several of Anna’s friends were lesbians, but he never suspected his own daughter or Tristen who seemed like the quiet and shy girl of all her friends.

The girls dried their hair after a while back in the bathroom and then went back into Anna’s room. The house became quiet and Jay ponder the events that he had just discovered. Jay was turned on from watching the video and was harder than he had been in a long time because of seeing Tristen completely naked again and what the two girls had done.

Jay wonder what the two girls might be doing in Anna’s room now. He got harder thinking about the two of them sharing a bed. Jay thought it was about time to pull his dick out and have a little fun. He wished that Tristen would come down stairs again like she did last time but it seemed as if it was going to be a solo session tonight. Jay pulled his shorts down slightly and began to stroke his cock while he looked at the video again.

Jay enjoyed himself for several minutes until he received a text from Tristen. He had her number in his phone when they needed to text each other about favors and work and school items. Jay opened the message from Tristen and it read “Hey, are you staying up late watching a movie again tonight?” Jay was excited he knew that she had been thinking the same thing he had. He quickly responded “yes! I would love you to come down and join me later if you want to.” Tristen sent a simple “OK” with a heart emoji back in response.

Jay was excited again as it seemed he would be enjoying another night of borderline fun with his daughter’s friend. A few minutes went by and Jay received another text from Tristen, “She almost asleep” it read. Soon after that text he received a picture message from her. Jay opened it and he was pleased to see a picture of Tristen with her shirt up and her hand cupped under one of her breasts. Jay stared at her picture for the longest time and examined every inch of her curves and nipples.

After about 20 minutes Tristen slowly opened the bedroom door and slipped down the stairs and sat on the couch next to Jay. Tristen whispered “I know we said that what we did last time was a one-time event but I really have been thinking about you and how hot it was.” Jay smiled and said “It’s Ok, I have been the same way too. I can’t get you off my mind either.”

Tristen had on some brightly colored socks and the same gray short booty shorts she had last time with a different t-shirt. Jay had on a pair of athletic shorts that had a draw string waistband and were easy to pull down an up. “This time could we try something a little different” Jay suggested. “Like what” she responded. “Maybe we can sit right here next to each other and play. I like the idea of being closer to you” he added.

Tristen agreed and they both sat next to each other on the couch and Jay slowly lowered his shorts revealing his thick cock. He stroked it slowly as Tristen watch him with eyes wide. She pulled her arms out of her shirt and then lifted it over her tits again like last time. She also pulled her shorts and panties down and completely off. Jay followed her lead and pulled his shorts completely off.

Tristen opened her legs and gave Jay a better few of her puffy pussy lips. He looked down and saw the few untouched pubic hairs that had not been shaven off just above her slit. Jay loved that their legs were touching each other as they sat on the couch pleasuring themselves. Jay wanted so bad to touch her young body more. He took his free hand and put it around her back like a side hug and pulled her closer to him. Tristen rested her free arm on top of Jay’s legs just inches away from his dick. Jay could feel the sides of Tristen’s breasts barely touching his side.

“God I wish your fingers were doing this” Tristen suggested. “I know, me too” said Jay. Jay moved his hands up higher closer to her breasts and he could feel the sides of them barely with his fingertips. Tristen added “I know you are married but I really want to touch you so bad.” Jay gave in and decided that the line was maybe a little too conservative saying “Why don’t we just make each other cum. It’s not like we would be having sex.” “Yeah” Tristen quickly agreed. “I’ll do you first” Jay offered as he took his hands from his dick and reached over into her lap putting his hand on top of Tristen’s and began to slip his finger between hers and find her pussy. Jay couldn’t believe he had his hands on his daughter’s friend’s pussy and it felt exhilarating. It felt awkward for Jay to reach all the way cross his body to her to pleasure her and he could not get his full range of motion.

“Let’s lay down, and I’ll lay down behind you.” Jay suggested. They laid across the couch spooning each other naked and Jay moved his arm around and between her legs and began to stroke her pussy faster and faster. He alternated between rubbing her clit with fingering her with two of his middle fingers. He would go as deep as he could feeling the base of her pussy against the palm of his hands and her soaking wet pussy lips touching his hand and fingers.

Tristen guided his hand with hers as he pleasured her. She loved the touch of his arm with hers and his hairy arms against her body. Jay’s hard cock was sandwiched between her ass cheeks and he couldn’t help but press it into her from time to time as he was enjoying himself. Tristen would return the favor and press her ass into his dick when he would stop. Jay smelled the lovely scent of her freshly shampooed hair and it brought back memories of what he had discovered in his secret video. He caressed her arm and her breast with his other hand while he continued working her pussy with his other. He leaned forward to smell her hair and he gave the back of her neck a few soft kisses. “Mmm” Tristen let out a moan letting Jay know that he was doing a good job.

“I have an idea” Tristen said. “Sit up and I’ll sit on your lap.” “Okay” Jay agreed and Jay sat on the edge of the couch and Tristen straddled him facing the same direction and sat on his legs as close to him as she could. Jay resumed fingering her and rubbing her clit with greater ease now. His other hand reached easily around front and caressed her tits. He cupped them in his hand and held her nipple between his thumb and fingers while he kissed her neck more. Tristen turned and looked at Jay and kissed his lips with a lot of passion.

They kissed more and Jay opened his mouth to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Tristen felt his tongue enter her mouth and twirl around her tongue. She felt Jay take her lower lip into her mouth and suck on it hard. The extra contact got both of them highly aroused. Jay’s dick was hard as a rock and pressing against her ass and barely peeking out between her legs. “Oh god, this feels so good” Tristen said. As she began to bounce up and down more reaching closer to climaxing. “I want to fuck you so bad right now” Jay said back to her. “I don’t care, if you want to we can.” Tristen responded. Jay thought about it for about half a second and said “Yes, god please!”

Tristen raised up off of Jay’s lap and grabbed his hard cock and positioned it directly under the entrance to her pussy. “I’m a virgin” she quickly announced as if she had forgotten about it until then. “Mmm” Jay said as he smiled. “It’ won’t hurt that bad, the pleasure far outweighs the pain” he added. Tristen lowered herself a few inches and Jay’s thick cock entered her pussy. She bounced up and down on it a few times and then pushed harder as it went deeper inside her. “Oh God yess!” Tristen said as Jay felt the base of his cock being squeezed by her vaginal opening. Jay ran his hands all over her beautiful body. First his hands held her sides and legs and then he moved them cupping her breasts while she rode his hard cock.

Jay couldn’t believe they had gone so quickly from just watching each other masturbate to full blown intercourse. He knew it wouldn’t be long before her virgin pussy was causing him to explode. Jay returned his hands between her legs and started rubbing her clit while his dick was working her like a sowing machine. Tristen began to moan more and louder as she reached near a climax too. It was so loud that Jay worried it might wake someone else in the house up.

“Oh god YESS!” Tristen let out a scream and Tristen slammed herself down hard into Jay’s lap. Worried about her noise only slightly Jay instinctively put his hands over her mouth to muffle the scream. Tristen quieted down but then she took Jay’s fingers in her mouth and began to lick and suck off all her wetness from her pussy. “Mmm” she moaned as she cleaned Jay’s fingers off and sat still recovering from her cum.

“You like the taste of pussy?” Jay said with a smile. “Mmm, yes” Tristen admitted to it as Jay was recalling the shower scene he watched earlier. Tristen stood up and Jay looked down at his hard dick it was covered in her pussy juice. “I like it as much as I like cum. Do you mind if I clean you off” she said. “Please!” Jay insisted. She got down on her knees and took his dick in her hand and then lowered her mouth on to it and began sucking his dick. She licked all the way up his shaft on different sides lapping up the tasty juices. Jay knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave her some cum to enjoy too. He wonder if he should bring up what he saw in the bathroom or just leave it alone.

“Have you ever tasted another girl’s pussy” Jay asked innocently. Tristen looked at him and smiled as she continued to suck on his dick and stroke it between taking breaths. “Cause even if you did, I wouldn’t care” Jay added, “…even if it was with Anna.” Tristen knew something was up and she smiled and asked Jay what he knew. Jay admitted to his recording and showed Tristen the video he had made secretly. Tristen laughed and said “OMG that’s hot” as she watched it while she sucked Jays dick. Relieved, Jay could now enjoy himself knowing that his life was going to get a lot more fun over the next year. Jay felt his body start to shiver and he knew he was about blow his load. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” he said and Tristen took his dick out and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue while she fiercely stroked his cock. “Ohh, yes!” Jay said as he watched several streams of his cum launch into Tristen’s mouth and on her tongue. She moved her tongue to the tip of his dick and lapped up the rest that was oozing out.

Jay laid back against the couch and enjoyed the feeling of his daughter’s friend pleasing him well. The two of them cleaned up and put their clothes back on and Tristen turned to Jay and they agreed not to tell Anna about what Jay had done. Jay grabbed Tristen one last time and kissed her deeply and held her close to him. Tristen snuck back upstairs into Anna’s bedroom and went to bed with a smile on her face. Jay turned the lights out and went up to his room and went to sleep.

(to be continued…)

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One lady can’t keep a juicy piece of gossip from her girlfriend.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, parting her lips from mine. “I totally forgot to tell you, Piper.”

“We’re making out in the bathroom five minutes before the first class of the new semester, and you just suddenly remember something, Emma?”

“Yes, smart-ass,” she giggled, backing away a tad. “I heard a rumor about our teacher, Ms. Lewis; supposedly, she left her last teaching job in another district because she got busted for having sex with students. Female students, I might add.”

“No, shit? Well, that is worthy of breaking up our make-out session. How did you hear about this?”

“I have a cousin that goes to college in that district, and she told me she heard that she took a job here at our college. My cousin couldn’t confirm it because the teacher changed her name, and never took a picture of her either. She wasn’t sure about it, but at least enough to mention it to me. It’s possible, but I thought it was definitely worth telling you too. I was too busy eyeballing your ass, tits, and pretty face this morning to remember it.”

“Okay, well, I already saw her this morning in the hallway; she is a sexy lady. She looks like she’s in her high twenties or early thirties.”

“What do you have a crush on her already, woman?” she giggled.

“S.T.F.U., now let’s go to class,” I suggested, before kissing her again.

Then we headed to the classroom and stayed together. My panties certainly got wet when I saw our teacher again, obviously this time, I knew she liked girls. As we held hands, I witnessed and felt Emma shake a bit, so I knew the feeling was mutual.

We sat down together again in the back and watched Ms. Lewis get ready to start teaching. Emma and I peeked at each other a few times, but seemed to be speechless for a moment. We also licked our lips, so we both liked seeing her.

“Damn, I know we’re in college, Piper, could she make her crack any bigger?”

“It’s possible, yes, smart-ass.”

We both leered at her jugs as they seemed to be begging to jump out of her blouse.

I looked away after ten seconds, but I pushed her arm somewhat. “Hey, don’t stare, Emma.”

“Jealous?”

“I love you,” I stated, before pecking her cheek.

“I love you too, but you’d love to see her naked, wouldn’t you?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“No, we’ve been together for a year and a half, and we’re even making out in the bathroom right before class, so I think we can be honest with each other. What if we had a threesome with her?”

“We haven’t even heard her speak, and you’re already planning a threesome?”

“Maybe.”

“Hello, I’m Ms. Lewis, and this is World History 150, and it’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Sexy voice from the graceful light brunette. I already know you have a thing for brunettes, Piper,” Emma whispered.

Needless to say, we didn’t learn a whole lot about world history. We checked out Ms. Lewis and eyefucked her even though we just met her. She seemed to have her shit together on being a teacher because she sounded relatively confident, but we still weren’t paying a lot of attention to her words.

“Don’t worry, babe, my panties are soaked too, don’t feel guilty.”

I chuckled and peeked at her. I signed ‘I love you.’ and lifted my skirt. “I’m not, woman.”

She kissed me as I let my skirt back down. So, with the knowledge that she probably had sex with female students before, we formed crushes, but didn’t push our luck by feeling our cherries. We both knew we definitely wanted to, but resisted.

“I’m so horny; I’m gonna rip your clothes off as soon as we get back to our dorm, I swear, Piper.”

“Good to know, I can’t wait.”

“Okay, that’s all for today; I’ll see you tomorrow, although, I don’t have any other classes today, so feel free to stay behind if you’d like to chat about the class anyway. If you didn’t hear, I’m brand new here, so I can’t tell you what’s where exactly, though,” Ms. Lewis said as class ended.

Then we both left and went back to our dorm.

As we got in there and shut the door, she yanked me to her and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m dead serious; there’s no reason to hide your attraction to another woman, whether it’s Ms. Lewis, Miranda, Jordyn, or Stephanie.”

“What about your mom?”

Her eyebrows rose. “You’re joking, right?”

“Yes, but she is pretty, so I can see where you get your beauty from, Emma,” I complimented her, playing with her hair.

She kissed me and went to her phone. I sat down on the couch and relaxed for a moment.

“Holy shit, it’s true, Piper!” she exclaimed, coming to me.

She sat down next to me and showed me her phone. “My cousin just sent me this video, I don’t know how she got this, but that’s her, Ms. Lewis is sitting down in a chair with some chick eating her out.”

“With her melons out and all. Wow, how did your cousin get this?”

Emma took her phone back. “Oh, that young lady is the girlfriend of my cousin’s, and my cousin filmed the video. Oh, seriously, Janine, you filmed your girlfriend, Carmen? You’re a horny tart, but I love you. This might be just shot with a cellphone, but shit, Ms. Lewis is smoking hot,” she moaned, letting her hand in her shorts.

“And you’re pleasing yourself to her now, Emma?”

“Feel free to do the same; we were both drooling over her just twenty minutes ago. Go ahead, rub that pussy, or we can rub each other’s, Piper. Don’t be so weird; just let your horny flag fly. Don’t be so uptight.”

I took her advice and let my right hand under my skirt and into my underwear. We masturbated together to some young chick we never met before licking Ms. Lewis’ twat. The video was only five minutes long, but she started it over a few times.

As we watched together, we didn’t talk, but I smooched her neck several times and felt her up with my free hand. She glanced at me a few times, but didn’t speak. We did kiss each other a few times, too, so we knew we were in love if we could do this together.

After the fourth time we watched it, she was about to restart it again, I stopped her. “How’s this for being uptight, chicky, let’s go see her right now. She’s gotta be there still, so let’s welcome her to the school.”

“I’m sorry, you want to welcome her to the school?”

“Yes, but with our clothes off, though.”

“Are you shitting me? Do you want to have sex with her? I was giving you shit about being uptight, but you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“No, let’s do it. We could ask Ms. Lewis if the rumors are true, if she did fuck female students. When she denies it, we can show her the video. We’re going to blackmail her because if the Dean knew about this, she wouldn’t have gotten the job. Then we let her see us kissing, and given her fascination with female college students, she might melt. If need be, we can show some more skin. Then we get a piece of her for ourselves, what do you think?”

“I think I stumbled across that manhole you had over your crazy side, and involuntarily pulled it off. By the way, I had every intention to rip your clothes off before Janine sent me that video.”

“Well, if we do this, then you can’t ever call me uptight again, so let’s do it.”

“You fully realize if we get caught, we could get expelled, right?”

“Yes, and if we do get expelled, we’ll get expelled together, and go to some other school. Let’s just remember to lock the door behind us, okay?” I asked, pulling her to me. “My pussy might be drenched right now, but my heart is leading me right now; if I make you love me a little bit more, then I’ll be happy.”

“Okay, Piper, let’s go, but let’s make our cracks a little bigger,” she suggested, pulling her top down a tad.

I did the same before heading right back to the classroom, and the door was still open. We casually walked in there to see Ms. Lewis, and sure enough, she was still at her desk.

I closed the door behind us, and that got her attention. “Oh, hello, ladies. What’s going on?” she pondered, continuing to write.

I locked it, and we made our way over to her. Neither of us replied, but came to her desk. We both made sure she saw the cracks in our chests as well, but she didn’t say anything as she kept her head down for the first moment.

Although, as we didn’t talk, she calmly brought her head up to us. “What, what, could I do for you, ladies? Did you have any questions about the class? I’m sorry, what are your names again?”

“I’m Emma, and she is my girlfriend, Piper.”

“Oh, you two are together?”

“Yes,” I answered, before I kissed Emma.

We both viewed the smile on her face, so we both knew she liked the sight.

“Um, um, um,” she stammered, closing her eyes and rubbing her face. “What did you two need exactly? I don’t mean to be crappy, but I have work to do.”

“It’s okay, Ms. Lewis,” I mentioned, leaning over to let my elbows on the desk.

Needless to say, Ms. Lewis let her eyes on my tits and shook a bit too. No one said a word for a moment, but she couldn’t take her eyes off my tits. So, we captured her attention successfully, but we hadn’t hooked her just yet.

‘Well, you’re licking your lips, so you’re liking what you’re seeing.’

Then Emma came up behind me and let her hands on my boobs.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on here?”

“Would you like to see us kiss again, Ms. Lewis?”

“Um, no, what is… going on here exactly, ladies? This is inappropriate.”

 “We heard a rumor, Ms. Lewis. That you got fired from your last job, is that true?”

She immediately bit down on her bottom lip and vibrated even more. She needed a minute to respond, but we both maintained our positions and waited for her. Surely enough, she’d have to say something, but we already agreed to show her the video if we needed to, though.

Emma never stopped rubbing my boobs, and she even nonchalantly brought her hand to her crotch. She rubbed herself down there without speaking or even moaning. I decided to raise the pressure by lifting my skirt.

As she knew my panties were showing, she helped herself to glance and twitched. So, Emma and I giggled for a moment, but still didn’t speak or move. She wanted to do something, but we could only guess her fear stood in her way.

After a few minutes, Emma got impatient. “So, Ms. Lewis,” she said, coming around me. “Is that rumor true? I heard from my cousin; you did get fired from her school. Does the name Carmen Coswall ring a bell?”

Ms. Lewis’ eye immediately widened, and she featured a scared face.

“Well, judging by your face, it seems you’re distressed; why is that? Is the rumor true?”

“What do you know, Emma?”

“Nothing completely official, but my cousin Janine Sorren sent me a video. One of Carmen down on her knees in front of you, eating you out, Ms. Lewis. Granted, it wasn’t the best quality, but there’s no mistake that it was you receiving oral pleasure. Considering the look on your face now, you’re not even gonna deny it, are you?”

She wiped her forehead and swallowed. “Have you showed it to anyone, Emma?”

“No, but I’m sure Piper and I would love to hear you confess that you got fired from your last job because you had sex with a female student.”

“I’m not confirming anything, but then what?”

“Then I’d calmly pull my girlfriend to me and kiss her. After that, ask you if you’d like to see more. We can skip your confession if you like, though, and you can just stick your hand down your panties and watch us. You don’t have any more classes today, and neither do we. So, just tell us to kiss each other again.”

She slathered her lips so much; they looked as slick as ice. We still couldn’t get her to speak, so we took matters into our own hands. She didn’t seem to need confirmation that we had the video; she was bothered, so she took our word for it.

We turned to each other again, placed our palms on each other’s shoulders, and pasted our lips together. Needless to say, we both peeked at Ms. Lewis for a second, at least, and saw her hand down in her panties, just as we suggested.

We let the kissing go on for over a minute, and it was surely a loving make-out session. Emma and I had never done anything like this, but I evidently knew this would be a staple in our relationship and guarantee me she’d never accuse me of having a stick up my ass again.

“Oh, you’re even using tongues, wow, that’s hot,” she moaned.

“We know,” Emma added, parting her lips. “Would you like to see more of us now, Ms. Lewis?”

“No, this is wrong, even if I did do it with another student.”

“So, it did happen?” I pondered, leaning towards her.

“Fuck, yes, you noisy bitches, what the hell is it with you two?”

“Well, it started when both Emma and I thought you were just beautiful. Then this hot piece of ass said I had a stick up my ass, so now we’re here,” I confessed, coming towards her. “Now, I must ask again, do you want to see more of us?” I pondered, leaning forwarded and letting her feast on my crack.

She eyefucked me, but yet, still couldn’t say ‘Go.’

So, I went back to Emma again and grabbed her top. “You’re a tough nut to crack, Ms. Lewis, but that makes you even hotter,” I mentioned, before taking off Emma’s top.

Then I dropped to my knees too, took off her sandals, then her shorts as well.

As Emma was underdressed, I rose with her again and didn’t even look back at Ms. Lewis. “If this doesn’t prove how much I love you, then nothing will,” I whispered, before kissing her.

“Trust me, I got the message, Piper,” she made clear before her hands went to her back.

She undid her bra, and I took it off her. I tossed it to Ms. Lewis, and she caught it. She still didn’t talk or smile, but her other hand was still quite busy. I lowered my head down to her jugs and grabbed both of them.

Before I tasted them for the first time in front of Ms. Lewis, I peeked at her again. “Feel free to strip, or me, or just get a closer look if you’d like. I locked the door, so no one can get in here,” I let her know, before turning back to Emma’s boobs again.

I glanced at her again before I licked her right nipple, and she placed her palms on my head. “Even if you did have a stick up your ass, I loved you all the same.”

I nodded and began licking her nipple ever so slowly. I had Emma moaning a bit, but she had to grab the end of the desk for leverage. We had never done anything like this before, so it was awkward, but still quite sexy, though.

Both Emma and I were lucky enough to have C-cup melons, and Ms. Lewis appeared to have D-cups, but we couldn’t be sure just yet. Either way, we gave her a good, but simply show to start with then.

Emma looked at both of us, alternating roughly every thirty seconds or so, and held still the best she could. I wasn’t sure just yet what we’d do after this if Ms. Lewis didn’t budge, but I knew we’d think of something.

“Oh, yes, just like that, Piper, lick and suck those nipples right in front of Ms. Lewis. She even pulled up her skirt and let her thong show, so we’re making progress. Don’t fret, Ms. Lewis, we won’t tell anyone, we’re bitches, but not mean bitches. Take that thong off; we’ve already seen your twat, even if Carmen was licking it like a popsicle. Do you still have a bush?”

I didn’t hear her reply, but felt Emma shuddered a bit. “Oh, yes, you still have that bush, Ms. Lewis, how sexy.”

I didn’t peek at her, but kept the show going to ensure she wouldn’t back out of her sexy adventure. Then Emma even pushed her panties off herself so Ms. Lewis could view her cherry as well. I couldn’t resist feeling it and making her quake a bit more too.

“Ohh, you two suck, but you’re smoking hot, though.”

“We know,” Emma agreed, scrubbing her rack with my face. “We might have come in here on a whim, but we didn’t come in here half-cocked though, Ms. Lewis. Do you like my bush too?”

“Yes, it’s awesome.”

“I keep it trimmed for Piper here; she doesn’t like eating me out when my bush is too big. She likes a somewhat small one, and because I love her and surely relish feeling her tongue in my snatch, I keep it trimmed for her to keep her happy. Did you do that for Carmen, or was it just a one-time thing?”

“I had sex with more than one lady, but I only got busted for Carmen.”

“Oh, how sexy, you’re gonna have to tell us about that, Ms. Lewis,” I added, coming up with Emma. “Don’t worry; we can keep a secret,” I muttered, before kissing her.

“And you’re kissing again,” she moaned.

“Yes,” Emma said, before grabbing my top as well.

She got it off me and undid my skirt as well. “I don’t want you to feel weird not being undressed like your brunette girlfriend,” she mentioned, bringing her hands to my bra.

She undid it and took it off me. We still couldn’t get Ms. Lewis out of her chair, so we both climbed back up on the desk and got onto our knees. We pasted our lips together and let our melons clash too.

Both of us let our hands over onto one another’s butts and let her see us making out like the horny lesbos we were. We heard the rolling chair moving quite a bit, so we knew Ms. Lewis loved the show.

Even with that in mind, Emma parted her lips from mine and lowered her head to my tits. She grabbed both of them and slathered my nipples like mad. I had to jiggle myself and plop my hands on her head.

Once again, we stayed silent and let our actions speak for themselves. I had to peek at our teacher also, and she even took off her blouse. She let her moneymakers out, but still had a bra covering them, though.

Needless to say, she played with her slit ever so slowly, but hardly too with her mouth wide open. We set the bait, but she wasn’t gonna jump at us just yet. Nevertheless, Emma and I came to play.

Emma brought both of my melons together and let her tongue out again. She moved her head back and forth and let it get all over my rack. Like her, I had to hold onto the desk for leverage, but it didn’t compromise the sexiness.

We stayed on the side of the desk, for the time being, so we didn’t get anything on it just yet, but we certainly wanted to do more, if it came to that. For that moment, she wooed my titties just as if we were in our bedroom on a Saturday night.

I twitched and feared I’d fall, but I stayed upright all because of the hotness we created for ourselves. I glanced at Ms. Lewis again to see her completely nude then, so I had to cheese, and we finally got her to shoot a lusty smile back.

I didn’t try to get her to come up with us, but took pride in making progress. Emma wanted to go further, so she dropped her hands to begin finger fucking me. I kept my boobs up for her and even hit her with them a bit.

“That’s funny,” she chuckled, “Now move a little bit so I can see your beaver, Piper.”

We granted her that, but I sat down on my butt with my legs hanging out towards Ms. Lewis. She failed to touch me and even backed away as my legs came towards her. Although, she still eyeballed my cherry as Emma finger-fucked me.

She also kept her mouth busy on my tits and kept licking both of my nipples rather quickly. She had me attacking her with my breath and soiling the wood right below my muff too, but Ms. Lewis didn’t seem to care.

She masturbated to us as if she’d die if she didn’t and kept her mouth open too. I saw her hand moving back and forth on her snatch so quickly, her cherry seemed like a water faucet, just letting out more and more juice.

We obviously yanked out the kinky chick she had buried, but of course, she still maintained a distance for the time being. Then I helped myself feel Emma’s twat, so we had a mutual finger fucking.

We both just let our fingers go back and forth on each other’s snatches quickly, but not too quickly. From only two and a half feet away, we gave her one hell of a show, and she seemed to be loving it even better than we thought.

A minute later, Emma brought her lips up to mine, and we made out again as we kept our fingers busy. Oddly enough, Ms. Lewis moaned even louder then and moved the chair back and forth a little quicker as well.

All three of us were completely naked and having a great time, even if we all had sweat coming down our bodies in that cool room. Once again, we both briefly glimpsed at our teacher and watched her even shove her fingers into her slit.

“You two are smoking hot; you’re like right out of Girlsway or something, fuck, you’re turning me on so damn much. Both of you have bushes and extra flattering pairs of knockers too.”

“We know,” I made clear, calmly getting off the desk and turning around to Emma again.

I slowly lowered myself down to my knees and went to her crotch. “I’ll demonstrate why I like my girlfriend to have a trimmed bush, Ms. Lewis. Feel free to stand up and get a better angle,” I suggested, before placing my hands on each side of Emma’s twat.

I rubbed my face all over it first and got a huge whiff of the sweetest aroma that I loved more than anything else in the world. I got my face drenched thanks so much in part to her bush being so trimmed, as the juice had nowhere else to go.

So, once I had my face smeared, I let my tongue out and began licking her snatch ever so slowly. Emma had to lean back, but supported herself with one arm and felt my head with her other hand.

“Oh, yes, I have to see this,” Ms. Lewis moaned, coming around us on the side of the desk. 

She kept her hand on her cunt and masturbated fiercely as she watched the sexy action like a hawk. I kept my hands in place and licked Emma’s cherry all over on the outside for the time being. Even as she stayed lying down, she managed to rattle and try to throw me off my game.

As I latched on her muff, that wasn’t gonna happen. I loved eating her out, but it just made it so much hotter with Mrs. Lewis watching. So, our teacher actually made it harder to keep going, because I wanted to keep the sight as hot as possible.

“Yes, just like that, you sexy beast. I love you, I fucking love you with a passion, Piper, keep going just like that. You know how I like it; you know how to tickle me down there and build me up to shower you. I’m sure our hot to trot teacher would love to see that.”

“I would.”

I saw Emma checking out Ms. Lewis’ jugs, but she refrained from feeling them, so I knew she was committed to making Ms. Lewis make the first move. I praised her for that and felt even more loved by her too.

Whether she jolted or moved ever so slowly, I knew she was enjoying herself and loving every second of it too. She kept her eyes on me for the most part, but couldn’t turn down the treat of seeing Ms. Lewis’ rocking body up close.

I failed to take advantage of that because I was too busy wooing my girlfriend like hell. I kept my tongue moving swiftly all over her lips still, but I was surely building up to fucking her from the inside indeed.

I managed to hold her crotch down the best I could, but all bets were off if we could keep going forever. After only a few minutes, my tongue felt horrible, but I wanted to keep going like my life depended on it.

I closed my eyes and just focused on fucking Emma like I never had before. I licked her pussy so hard; I felt her body tense up a bit. I felt her nerves react quite vividly through her thighs, and I tried my best to woo her so much that she needed to scream.

Even though I loved being watched, as I tried to zone everything else out and just eat my girlfriend out like mad as if nothing else mattered, I swore I felt like I fell in love with her all over again. I stayed on my knees and performed the deed for the woman I loved, to please the woman I loved.

“Oh, yes, you’re introducing your tongue to the inside again. What took you so long? Were you just trying to show restraint, or do my slit lips taste like cherries again?” Emma pondered, arching her back with me. “Did you want to make me last longer for our elegant teacher?”

“Maybe,” I replied, before kissing her. “And your snatch has always tasted like cherries. Ever since I first tasted it on one Saturday night when we were supposed to be studying for finals to graduate high school.”

“Your welcome,” Emma said, before pushing some stuff to the side of the desk. “You may sit down next to us; we don’t mind, Ms. Lewis,” she invited our teacher, tapping the empty space.

She sat down with Emma just as I began feasting on her vagina yet again. I let my tongue right back in there also, but I didn’t move it too much. I just went up and down in there and made her melt yet again.

Emma did make Ms. Lewis do something; she gently pulled her free hand and transported it to my head. So, it moved with me somewhat, but even though I didn’t maneuver it much, it still vibrated, though.

That only made her attack me with her breath and drool on her jugs too. Although, it was still flattering, and it made me want to see them kiss. Emma stayed on the same wavelength on wanting her to do something and us willingly accepting.

I got her to angle her head back as I sucked her lips onto my mouth. I caught Ms. Lewis shooting me the lustiest look yet, but she didn’t speak. She looked down at her cherry, inviting me to peek as well.

Seeing her bush that close was awesome, and she certainly wanted me to know, even without words, how horny she was at that moment. She fought us, but needless to say, we were going to win and didn’t even need to play the video.

‘Go ahead, feel my girlfriend’s tits, they won’t bite. I was feeling them in the shower a few hours ago. They’ll fit perfectly in your hands.’

“Shit on a stick, this couldn’t be hotter, yes, go to town on that pussy like it’s a cherry pie, Piper,” Ms. Lewis moaned, caressing my head. “You two are extra naughty, and I should probably fail you for this, but by the time we’re done here, I may even give you both guaranteed ‘A+’s, so keep going and make your girlfriend cum all over your face and soil the carpet too. Do it as I play with my slit. May I have a kiss, though?”

Emma peeked at me, and I nodded. So, then they calmly moved their faces together and kissed for seven seconds. Evidently, both participants loved it, but neither of them touched the other.

After that short kiss, Ms. Lewis slathered her lips yet again and made the picture even more apparent, so we knew how hot for us she was. Emma still kept eye contact with her for a few seconds, but then she viewed me again.

She yanked me up with her by my arms. “I love you, Piper,” she whispered, before kissing me. “It’s not like I meant for you to do this, but I’m not complaining. We lured her naked, and she seems more than interested in joining us.”

“Yes, but not yet, though, woman,” I made clear, before pushing her back to my cherry. “Now, finish the job.”

“You must be the bossy one.”

“We take turns, Ms. Lewis.”

“May I kiss you too?”

I gently leaned to her and kissed her for ten seconds. Needless to say, I felt the taboo connections too. After the kiss, I calmly leaned back and had her place a hand on Emma’s head with mine.

“Judging by what I’m seeing, I think you’re better than Carmen, Emma. She wasn’t using such a quick technique like that, but it was still to die for, though.”

“We know, we saw the video,” I reminded her, before arching my head. “Yes, you’re almost there now; you’re teasing my clit now. That’s how I fell in love with her, Ms. Lewis. Maybe that’s shallow, but that’s how it happened.”

“No judgments here,” she moaned, quaking the desk quite a bit herself.

I felt like she was poking me yet again, and all I could do was try to take it the best I could. Even as I had a lot of experience taking the thrills, she still busted through my defense barriers and made me want to take off like a rocket.

Even with her poking at my labia, she still managed to suck my lips into her mouth and suck them slightly as well, so she was a sexual ninja, so to speak. I felt she was installing a stereo system base with some intense heavy metal blasting, giving me more and more, therefore, making me jolt.

I held as firmly as possible, but she still made it too much. “Fuck, yes!” I yelled, lying back again and letting my juice out.

I couldn’t watch it, but I certainly felt it. My pussy unleashed the liquid beast, and all three of us loved it too. Like always, it fried my body, but still felt wonderful after all was said and done. I also had to shed a few tears, but they were love tears, though.

“I love it when you do that, squirting bitch,” Emma endorsed me, before climbing up on me and kissing me.

“And I love it when you do it,” I muttered, out of breath. “Now, stand up and keep those legs spread.”

Even though I was somewhat depleted, she immediately did that. I came up to her slit and placed both hands on her thighs. I immediately began licking her cherry with Ms. Lewis’ face even closer to the oral action.

“Oh, you dirty young ladies, giving a horny teacher a show like this, you’re filthier than anyone else I’ve ever met. Lick that cunt, Piper, and can stain my desk, I won’t even clean it up, I love the scent of lady juice on my desk.”

“Get behind her, and feel her tits, trust me, you’ll love them,” Emma suggested.

She couldn’t resist that and got behind me. She still didn’t do anything really sexual, but did feel my bosoms. Her palms felt like dead hands, but I was sure she was in shock. After a moment, she did grasp them a bit harder as she kept watching me eat Emma’s twat.

I felt her grasp them a bit, but not too much. She got a feel for me first, and she certainly seemed to like it so far, so it was all good, but we were sure she’d get us to go further in that classroom. Even though we just met, it’d happen come hell or high water.

I felt her chin come onto my shoulder to get a closer view. “I guess she’s the pussy-eater breadwinner, but you’re still smoking hot, Piper.”

I giggled a tad, and I saw Emma blow me a kiss. “Feel her cherry if you dare too, Ms. Lewis. Just like her melons, it won’t bite.”

She nodded, but kept her hands on my boobs. She certainly applied pressure to them too as well, as she did as I made Emma twitch, which made Ms. Lewis squeeze my tits too. Given that fact, I surely massaged Emma’s twat lips too and made her feel even better that way.

I wasn’t sure if she could keep her balance, but I gave her credit and didn’t try to help her stay up or go easy on her either. I did hold onto her just a tad, but I knew that wouldn’t really help her keep her balance.

She dispensed her juice even quicker than I did, and she gave Ms. Lewis that juice she wanted, both on her hands and desk. I wasn’t sure how much she wanted, but I wasn’t going easy up on Emma. I focused on licking her lips for the time being, just like her, but I wanted to build to more as well.

I pushed my face on her cherry, too, even without Ms. Lewis feeling my muff. I certainly wanted her to, but I waited and just worked on my girlfriend to make her go insane and get our sexy teacher to give in to temptation.

She had gone just over the line, but not way past it just yet. Nevertheless, Emma and I acted to make it happen. She danced around a bit outside of her jerking a bit because of my tongue and lips, and surely put a nice show for both of us.

Even with her juice coming into my eyes, I still kept my eyes on her and eyefucked her, so to speak as well. My neck got tired from moving around so much, but just like her, I didn’t care and wanted to inflict as much gratification as possible.

She, however, never put her hands on my head and just allowed me to fuck her the best I could solo. Of course, I always did expect her hands, but she seemed to be having too much fun to do that.

I let my tongue in past her lips after a few minutes, but allowed it to go much slower than she did for me. It didn’t seem to matter to Ms. Lewis; I still felt her pussy plummeting out her juice like a squirt gun, just pumping and letting out some more.

All the while, she felt me up and even began pecking my cheeks and shoulders. So, with each passing second, we managed to woo her a bit more and make her appreciate putting ourselves out there. She even began moving my bosoms up and down, which tickled.

“You’re being good to my girlfriend, right, Ms. Lewis?”

“Yes, Emma,” she answered, before rising with her. “You haven’t gotten to know me that well, but I’m good to all of my students, but some better than others,” she made clear, before kissing Emma and feeling her up too. “If I find out either one of you have told anyone about this, I’m going to fail you, guaranteed. Even if the Dean fires me, I’ll make it happen anyway, got it?”

“Yes.”

“So, tell Carmen and Janine if you want, but they better keep their traps shut.”

“I understand,” Emma added, prior to feeling her jugs too. “Oh, these are quite exquisite, Ms. Lewis. Are these real?”

“Yes, young lady, they are very real. Not a drop of silicone down there. If either of you two ever get any work down there, I might have to slap you.”

“Dually noted, Ms. Lewis,” Emma responded, before kissing her again. “Just to be clear, you give too and not just receive, correct?

“Yes, Emma, I gave a lot to Carmen and Janine, Emma, would you like me to give to you two?”

“We’ll get there, don’t get pushy on us.”

“You come in here all pushy, wanting to know if the rumor is true, all the while, you have the proof, and you’re telling me not to get pushy?”

“Yes,” Emma answered, before squeezing her tits even harder.

It took a few minutes, but I got her to a place that I never saw her in before, sexually defenseless. She prided herself for being able to take the sexual thrills so easily, but with Ms. Lewis thrown into the mix, she bit off a little more than she could chew.

So, did I, for that matter, so my offense wasn’t as potent either, but we both attacked and defended against one another, so to speak, as our horny teacher got to see each of us go down on each other. Even though my tongue felt horrible, I kept going at Emma like mad.

I certainly knew between Ms. Lewis holding her and Emma having her hands on our teacher’s melons; she was secure. I let my tongue dive in as deep as I could let it go, but it wasn’t as long as Emma’s. Therefore, she could attack me better, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I sucked her lips into my mouth as well, and immediately felt the results. She shook as if she forgot how to stand up by herself, and truly was only standing because of Ms. Lewis. Either way, I made this happen with us due to her comment, and we created one sexy memory together.

I undoubtedly teased her clit just as she did for me, too, because for us, we always returned the favor, whether it was oral sex or letting one copy the other’s homework. Maybe this brought me in the lead for the kinkier one of us, but she still went along with me because she loved me. I couldn’t see Ms. Lewis’ face, but I suspected she was giving Emma one hot look.

“Does it feel good to have your girlfriend eat you out, Emma? Especially in a classroom where you’re supposed to learn, and not chit chat?”

“Yes, Ms. Lewis, there’s no one and nothing in life I love more than my girlfriend. When she eats me out, she’s golden.”

“Then give me a kiss for allowing this.”

She immediately kissed her, and I even felt Ms. Lewis push her crotch onto the back of my head. I was sure she noticed, but that didn’t make her say anything or suddenly stop. So, my hair got a dose of her pussy juice before my fingers or mouth could.

That just made me pressure Emma’s twat even more and had my tongue diving even more profound in there as well. Needless to say, I liked it better that way and certainly got to push Emma so far that she had to yank her lips off Ms. Lewis’.

“Yes, yes, yes, dear, girlfriend, you’re almost there now, just touch it again and I’ll cum all over your face, just as this hot older chick wants me to, so do it.”

I had to giggle first, but I got the job done for her. Even with my shorter tongue, I licked her clit slowly, but on a short part of it.

“And, there it is, you sexy witch,” Emma moaned, clutching Ms. Lewis’ melons.

“Hey, don’t rip them off, Emma.”

“Sorry,” she moaned, before unleashing her wet beast onto my face.

I stayed there and took all I could, just as she did for me. Needless to say, a lot of it ran off onto my jugs and the desk as well. I wasn’t sure how much I got or affected her desk, but I didn’t think anyone cared.

She went on for a little longer than I did, but certainly got it all out like a fire hydrant with a little less pressure, but with a much sexier context, though. Like a fire hydrant, when she was done, it took a few seconds to stop completely.

As she did, though, she dropped down with me. “I’ve only been with a few ladies, but no one can go at me like you, Piper,” she complimented me, before wrapping her arms around me and kissing me.

We couldn’t see Ms. Lewis, but was still sure she was flinging her pussy because of us. “Damn, you two are something else.”

“Again, we know, Ms. Lewis.”

“So, the rumor is one-hundred percent true?” Emma pondered.

“Yes, you noisy wench. It couldn’t be truer.”

I turned to Emma again and kissed her. “So, are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s do it.”

“Do what, ladies?”

Emma and I got off the desk. “How about you get in your chair, and we’ll show you, Ms. Lewis.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she added, following my order.

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

Chapter 21
THE NEW GIRLS

The next morning Claire masturbated in bed as her clit ring hummed and her sister tongue-kissed her. She didn’t let herself orgasm this time, and then continued her masturbation as she pissed in the shower, still not cumming.

She went through her clothes, taking all the conservative ones and placing them into a garbage bag, until she was satisfied that everything she had left accentuated her tits or ass or pussy or was otherwise scandalous in some way. (She decided to keep a perfectly concealing pink shirt that had ‘FLIRT’ written on it, for example.) She chose to wear for herself a very short pink skirt, and a white button-up shirt that she tied off below her tits.

Then she went downstairs, got a cunt spanking from her father, and went off to work with her cunt aching with pain and lust.

Michael’s “panties” for the day was a small weight on a half-foot length of chain, to be clipped to her clit ring. It wasn’t too painful but it was very distracting. She found when she walked it would swing back and forth in a way that made her pussy wet, and that sometimes it would catch on her leg and end up pulling painfully on her clitoris.

Michael also had an announcement for her. Well, for the office really, but also for her. Three new girls were starting today, to replace three of the higher-ranked sluts who were transferring to other offices. Among the transferees were Toy and Pussy, who Claire had learned were really Fucktoy and Bitchpussy.

The new girls were all Z grade, and clearly had no idea what they were getting into. Their names were Kimberly (an attractive, toned brunette), Sarah (a busty blonde former cheerleader), and Samantha (a petite, bratty blonde). Claire had a wave of mixed feelings on seeing them.

First she felt contempt. These girls looked exactly like the stupid sluts that Claire blackmailed every day. She could almost picture them nude and masturbating, while crying. That thought set off a wave of lust. As per her rules, Claire was staring at their tits, and she suddenly wanted to touch those tits, and see them naked. She wanted to see their cunts. Would they have cute little peach-like twats, or elongated labia just right for tugging on, or a long clitoris that stuck out just begging to be pinched? Then she felt a little bit happy. These sluts were going to be just like her, pissing standing up and sucking on pig cum. The more girls who acted like that, the more normal Claire would be, and the less she’d have to hate herself for being such a slut.

Michael introduced Claire to the new girls in his office. ‘Hi, I’m Twat,’ Claire said, blushing. She felt horrible and gross saying it. She was glad she was staring at the girls’ tits, because it meant she didn’t have to see the shocked and repulsed looks on their faces.

“Twat will show you around and get you set up,” said Michael to the girls. As Claire led them off to their workstations, she could hear Samantha and Sarah giggling behind her, probably about her name, and she instantly wanted to hurt them. She wanted to beat their tits and their cunt with her hands. Then she realised that they could see her clit weight, hanging down beneath the hem of her skirt, and she wanted to die.

She showed them to their seats, and got them set up with the kind of cataloguing and tagging work that Claire herself had started on. She showed them the cordial cooler, without explaining what it was made of, and gave them each a Slut Stick without explaining its contents. She took pleasure in watching them unsuspectingly suckle on pig cum as they worked. She decided not to show them the toilet yet, and let them have the same uncomfortable experience that she had.

Samantha, the bratty blonde, was the last to get set up. As the girl arranged her workspace, Claire got a glimpse of her pink satin panties beneath her skirt. The girl’s face was still smug and mocking, and Claire decided to make use of her new rank and get some progress to U Grade while taking this know-it-all whore down a peg.

‘What are those panties you’re wearing, slut?’ she said. Samantha jumped, and tried to pull down the hem of her skirt.

‘What?’ Samantha asked, confused.

‘What kind of place do you think we’re running here? Do you think you can just go around flashing your slut panties and get special treatment?’

‘No…’ said Samantha, frightened now.

‘Take them off,’ said Claire.

Samantha looked around for support, not believing what was happening. She saw none. Most of the staff were looking at her expectantly.

‘Here?’ she asked, on the verge of tears.

‘Now,’ said Claire.

Slowly Samantha reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She did it awkwardly, knowing that bending at the waist would show her bare ass and pussy, and yet not really having enough room to squat, backed up against the desk by Claire as she was. She compromised on a half-squat, half-bend, and almost fell over. Claire got a good look at her pussy anyway. It was cute, shaved, and well-proportioned.

When the panties were off, Claire snatched them out of Samantha’s hand. She placed them on Samantha’s desk, and smoothed them out to make them as visible as possible. ‘These stay here,’ she said. ‘If you feel you must wear slut lingerie, and you want to be raped that badly, you can put them back on at the end of the day before going home. Now get to work.’

Samantha sat down in her office chair, crying and humiliated, her panties laid out for the whole office to see. Claire walked away, and was suddenly aware that her pussy was gushing with moisture. She was so wet it was dribbling down her inner thighs. Unable to contain herself any longer, she walked past Slutkitten’s desk and grabbed her arm.

‘Come to the toilets with me,’ she said. A bewildered Slutkitten followed her to the toilets, where Claire hastily stripped out of her clothes. Kitten copied Claire, and as soon as both were naked, Claire pushed her up against the toilet wall and began to kiss her. With one hand she caressed Slutkitten’s face, and with the other she violently fingered her pussy. She hadn’t intended to piss as well, but she was used to urinating when she was in the toilets and without really thinking about it she soon found piss dribbling from her cunt onto Kitten’s legs. Kitten started to piss too, and the feeling of another girl’s warm urine on her legs brought Claire back to her very first lesbian experience with Sluthole, and suddenly Claire was orgasming, moaning loudly into Kitten’s mouth as she sucked on Kitten’s tongue.

She shuddered through the after-effects of the orgasm, and then backed away. Kitten was masturbating too, clearly wanting her own orgasm. ‘I’m sorry,’ said Claire. ‘I don’t know what came over me.’

‘It’s all right,’ said Kitten. ‘I love that you wanted to do it with me. I feel really special.’ She gasped, having touched just the right place on her own twat, and continued fingering herself.

Claire remembered some of her U-grade requirements. ‘Do you want to feel my breasts and pussy while you do that?’ she asked. Kitten gasped with happiness. ‘Yes!’ she replied. Claire stepped close to Kitten again, and let Kitten stroke her boobs and her labial mound until Kitten finally orgasmed.

They hugged afterwards, and Claire remembered something. ‘Kitten, when we do this… if I don’t please you….’

‘Yes?’ asked Kitten.

‘You should hurt me if I don’t please you,’ said Claire.

Kitten smiled. ‘I will. But you do please me. But you should do the same for me, you know.’

Claire smiled, and kissed her. Then they dressed and went back to work.

Claire hadn’t been at her desk long when she felt her chair being swivelled around by strong hands. She let herself spin, and found herself face to cock with Jim. Jim was looking down at her tits while he unzipped his pants. Claire was a little put off by the fact that he wasn’t saying anything, but her eyes were fixated on his crotch. A voice in her head had been telling her how much she loved sucking cock since she’d started on the tapes, and now here was Jim’s cock again. She opened her mouth in anticipation as Jim took his stiff dick out of his pants, and let him push his cock past her lips and onto her tongue.

Claire sucked on it happily, oblivious to the shocked looks she was getting from the three new girls. It felt just like the Slut Stick, only warmer, and it twitched in her mouth. It felt great, and her pussy was getting wet again already. Soon Jim orgasmed, ejaculating into her mouth, and she swallowed the sperm gratefully.

‘Thanks Twat,’ said Jim, patting her on the head like a pet.

‘Thank you,’ replied Claire, looking up at him. He tucked his cock back in his pants, and left her to get on with her work, the taste of semen in her mouth. Already her mouth felt empty, so she went back to suckling on her Slut Stick. When she sucked it down to the liquid centre, and tasted piss spilling out into her mouth, she swallowed it, finished the rest of the pig-cum candy, and then went to get another.

She had been thinking about the problematic aspects of her U-grade requirements, so at lunch she printed out some pornography from Titcage’s copious databases. She picked a picture of a crying bit-titted slut with her tits bound giving a blowjob to go on her desk, and two lesbians 69ing while a man whipped the ass of the topmost one to go in her wallet. She then printed several poster-sized options to take home for her bedroom.

She also called Ben and asked him to come visit her tonight. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and thought maybe he could solve one of her problems. She knew it was going to be humiliating, and felt herself starting to cry on the phone to him. She hung up before he could ask what was wrong.

After lunch she felt her chair being swivelled around again. She smiled, expecting it to be Jim and his cock again, but it was another man entirely. His name was David, and Claire hadn’t had much to do with him, as he worked in accounting. He was around 40 and much less attractive than Jim. And as Claire watched, he was getting his cock out.

Claire shook her head and tried to back away, but he grabbed her hair, and pulled her face towards his groin. He had his dick out now. It was thick and hairy and stiff. Claire kept her lips closed and felt it bang against her face and cheek.

‘Come on, Twat, you do this for Jim,’ said David. He slapped her lightly on the cheek. It didn’t hurt much but Claire felt her mouth pop open in shock. How dare he hit her! And as soon as her lips opened he pushed his cock into her mouth.

Claire had no choice but to suck on it. He had a firm grip on her hair and she couldn’t pull away. He used her hair to push her face back and forth on his cock as he fucked her mouth like it was a vagina. Claire started to cry. Soon he came, and for the second time that day she felt her mouth filling with a man’s sperm. She swallowed, to avoid choking, and David took his dick out of her mouth, wiped it clean on her cheek, and then stuck it back into his pants and walked away, without even thanking her.

Claire sat there, shocked, for a moment, and then went back to her work, trying to control her tears. Looking at the sluts in front of her begging her not to ruin their lives made her feel better. She had felt powerless as David raped her mouth, but at least she could take it out on these girls. The next three emails she sent out demanded that the sluts send in photos of them sticking pins into their own tits. As was usual, several sluts had also not replied to the blackmail emails, so she took pleasuring in plastering naked photos of them on Facebook and porn sites, and mailing them to the slut’s friends and family.

On her afternoon trip to the toilet she found Kimberley there, nude from the waist down, crying with humiliation as she pissed down her legs. Claire said nothing, just stared at the girl’s exposed cunt and rubbed her own pussy while pissing.

(To be continued…)

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Nicole’s second day of learning about horses as a ponygirl goes on the road with some interesting results as some local young men get involved.

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Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of the gloves were too heavy and rough to stroke herself. The leather of the gloves was even too rough to rub against her cleft. So after the pill and suppository had done their thing and Nicole had cleaned herself off in the big trough of water, she leaned into the front corner of the stall and whimpered in frustration until she finally fell asleep.

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Annabelle’s shout of “Rise and shine, cowgirl, we have places to go,” brought Nicole instantly awake. She tried to make Annabelle understand her need, but all that happened was that Annabelle softly stroked her head and murmured, “I know. I know, my naked little cowgirl. Learning is sometimes hard. But this is the last day I will use this to help you learn.”

“Learn what?” Nicole thought. “How to be a ponygirl?” Then she realized that being a ponygirl came pretty naturally to her. It had to be something else. But what? “Oh, yeah,” she finally thought, “horses aren’t really stupid. We just don’t understand them.”

She wanted to cry out, “I understand! I understand!” But it just came out as very agitated mumbling. In response, Annabelle pressed a lump of sugar into her mouth and stroked her hair. Another lump of sugar and some soft words and Nicole settled down enough that Annabelle could tack her up and lead her out of the barn. Annabelle was wearing her jockey hat and the ponygirl cart was again in the middle of the barnyard, but the pickup truck and trailer were nowhere to be seen.

Annabelle put Nicole in place between the poles of the cart and said, “I thought we would go over to Mistress Joan’s place and show her how you have progressed.” She chuckled and said, “Besides, I have to return the equipment I borrowed from her and Frank needed the pickup for some farm work.”

A few minutes later, Annabelle was seated in the cart. With a stern “Giddyup” and a sharp crack of the whip on Nicole’s ass they started up the driveway. Nicole didn’t know if she was afraid or turned on or both as they turned onto the gravel road in front of the farm. This wasn’t a back pasture. This was a public road, albeit a seldom-used road. But still, she was dressed up in public like a ponygirl and running naked for all the world to see.

The cart rolled much easier over the gravel than it had the grassy pasture and soon Nicole was jogging– or should that be trotting– along at a good pace. She kept herself in shape and often ran long distances at the gym or in the park. This wasn’t much different except that she was pulling Annabelle behind her in a cart… and of course, she was naked.

She could see the highway up ahead and again fear and sexual excitement filled her. She could see traffic on the highway and they could probably see her. Then Annabelle pulled sharply on the right reins and turned onto a narrow tar-gravel road that Nicole hadn’t noticed before. The macadam road was in very good shape and the cart rolled even more smoothly. Soon Nicole was luxuriating in the wind blowing over her body as she entered what was known as a “runner’s high.”

She was almost unaware of where she actually was… until the loud sound of an automobile horn and Annabelle’s strong pull on the reins brought her to a halt on the side of the road. She could hear voices– male voices!– behind her.

One voice called out loudly, “Holy shit! A real, live, ponygirl.”

Nicole shuddered as a glow of shame spread heat over her body. Soon a different heat was glowing between her legs. She wanted to turn around and see who these men were, but the posture collar and blinders kept her facing straight ahead.

Another voice, slightly deeper, said, “I’d fuck that in the barn all night.”

Nicole groaned loudly. In response, Annabelle smacked her lightly on the ass and said sternly, “Behave yourself, cowgirl!”

A third voice asked, “May we look at her closer, Ma’am?”

Annabelle replied curtly, “Yes, you may look. But no touching. And no photographs.”

The sound of two car doors slamming caused Nicole to quiver in fear and excitement. Then they came into view. There were three of them. They all appeared to be in their early twenties. One of them, a thin young man with a very well-trimmed beard stepped forward and pointed to the small silver sleighbells hanging between Nicole’s breasts.

“Don’t those hurt?” he asked.

Nicole looked back at him with wide eyes. She tried to shrug and say, “A little,” but her tongue was unable to move properly with the bit in her mouth.

“Wow,” another said, “she has a bit in her mouth and everything.” Then he stepped forward and softly stroked Nicole’s left breast.

Nicole shuddered and let out a deep groan. Annabelle barked out sharply, “I said no touching!”

“But she needs touching,” the man with the deep voice said. He was taller than the other two and had a very muscular body. He stepped between his two friends and softly grabbed both breasts in his massive hands.

Nicole groaned even louder, shuddered heavily, and almost fell to the ground.

“See,” the thin man said, “she needs touching.”

“She needs even more than that,” the bass voiced man said, “she needs fucking… and fucking hard.”

Nicole twisted in her belt as much as she could so that she could look at Annabelle. Her frantic face and her cries of “…ease …ease …ease” caused Annabelle to get out of the cart and join the three young men in front of Nicole.

“Please what?” Annabelle said. “Do you want these three young men to fuck you?”

Nicole felt herself burning with shame. But she was burning even more with need so she neighed loudly and stamped her hoof three times.

“I guess she wants to be fucked,” Annabelle said. “But she stays in the traces and her tail stays in place.”

She then released the leather strip that held Nicole’s front hooves up in the air, unclipped the front two D-rings on the belt, and said sharply, “All four feet on the ground, cowgirl. These young men want to fuck you.”

Nicole groaned and shuddered as she put her front hooves on the ground. Then she shook her ass back and forth so that her tail would wag slightly.

“Who’s first?” Annabelle said and the deep voice answered, “That would be me.”

A few moments later the same voice said, “Are you sure this tail doesn’t come off? It’s going to get in the way.”

“She can’t raise it like a mare in heat,” Annabelle said with a laugh, “so I guess I’ll have to tie it up on her back. We have to do that sometimes with mares who don’t properly raise their tails when we mate them.”

Nicole felt something thin– probably a leather strip– being tied around her waist just above the heavy belt. A moment later she felt a slight tug as her tail was pulled up onto her back and tied to the thin strip.

Annabelle’s voice then said, “There you go, cowgirl. You look just like a mare in heat.”

In response Nicole neighed loudly and shook her head up and down. All three young men laughed and the heat of shame Nicole was feeling became nearly enough to set her on fire.

Then she felt a soft hand rubbing her cunt. Her groan of “esss… esss… esss” was deep and throaty.

The young man had a little trouble lining things up… probably because it was awkward standing in the traces between Nicole and the front of the cart… but he slid in easily once he was on target. Nicole responded with a deep groan and pushed herself back against him. He quickly began thrusting, holding on to Nicole’s hips to drive himself hard into her very aching and needy cunt.

Nicole had no idea how long he continued to thrust. All she knew was that the fires were growing hotter and soon she would reach the top of orgasm mountain. He must have somehow sensed that she was ready because suddenly he made two or three really strong thrusts and then held tight against her as he spurted inside her.

It may or may not have been on purpose, but Nicole’s cries as she climaxed sounded very much like an excited horse’s neigh.

Nicole was still breathing very deeply when the second man entered her. While he was pumping, the thin man stood in front of her and squeezed her tits. Her cries when she climaxed this time were much more human-sounding. They were long, drawn-out, animal groans.

The thin young man was the last to enter her. She expected his prick to be thin like he was, but she didn’t expect it to be so long. Her eyes went wide the first time he touched her cervix. She was grunting loudly and slamming back against him with each thrust when she heard the deep voice right in front of her ask, “Is it OK if I try something? I’ve always wondered if it were possible and this is my chance to find out.”

“As long as she agrees,” Annabelle said. “But if she stomps her hoof you have to stop. OK?”

“OK,” the deep voice said and Nicole felt a large hand lifting her head slightly. She was surprised that the posture collar didn’t prevent her from looking up, but then she hadn’t tried to look at the ceiling or sky with it on.

The man was holding his prick in his hands. It was stiff and ready.

“I think you know what I want to try,” he said in his deep voice. “If you are willing, just open your mouth and I will do the rest.”

Normally Nicole didn’t like blow jobs, but there was nothing normal about today. So she opened her mouth wide and tried to move toward the penis in front of her face.

She had expected the larger man’s prick to match his size and it did… sort of. It was of average length, but it was a very fat sausage that tried to slide into her mouth. It felt at first as if her jaw would dislocate. Then the fat prick slid over the rubber bit and against the back of her tongue. She knew that she shouldn’t find it sexually exciting, but with the thin man’s prick bouncing against her cervix and the rocking motion of him fucking her swinging the jingle bells hanging from her nipples and the fact that this was all happening on a public road, she just couldn’t help herself. She sucked greedily on the fat sausage in her mouth and rocked back and forth slamming first against the thin man and then into the crotch of the big man with the bass voice.

She could feel a tremendous orgasm boiling up inside her. This was the type of orgasm that she had come to the farm seeking– no, it was many times greater even than that. It was as if the volcano of heat that had been within her for so many hours erupted into her mind, overwhelming her mind and body. She felt herself shaking as the most intense feelings she had ever experienced swept over her body like a tsunami.

That wave of feelings was followed by a trough of darkness. She felt her legs giving out beneath her as she crumpled to the ground. It was a wonderful darkness that felt so warm and safe. She didn’t want to leave that marvelous place of bliss, but she could hear a voice calling out to her, “Cowgirl? Are you there? Come on, my naked little cowgirl, open your eyes.”

She slowly opened her eyes to find herself on her knees and elbows on the hot surface of the road. Annabelle was sitting on the road in front of her, cradling her head in her lap.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Annabelle asked.

“Can you die of pleasure?” Nicole asked shakily. She was surprised at her own voice, but then realized that Annabelle must have taken the bit out of her mouth.

Annabelle laughed lightly and said, “I don’t think so,” and Nicole responded, “Then I’m OK.”

“Can you stand up?” Annabelle asked. “Or at least get up onto your four hooves.”

Nicole grunted slightly as she first put her front hooves on the road and then pushed herself up onto her back hooves. She steadied herself on her four hooves for a moment and then straightened herself up. She was surprised to find that she was still attached to the traces of the cart, but quickly straightened herself around so that she could stand easily between the metal poles.

“Where are the guys?” she asked.

“I told them to leave,” Annabelle said. Then she added, “You might meet them later.”

“That was fun,” Nicole said with a strange, silly smile.

“Do you think you can make it to Mistress Joan’s house?” Annabelle asked. “It’s a couple more miles down the road.”

“I’m up for anything now,” Nicole answered. Then she neighed loudly three times and stomped her foot with each neigh.

Annabelle looked at her and shook her head. “You are kinkier than me… or any of my friends,” she said almost laughing. “I think we are made for each other.”

Annabelle carefully checked Nicole’s arms and legs for any injuries and then reattached the other two clips which secured the belt to the traces. She held up the rubber bit and Nicole opened her mouth wide to accept it.

A few minutes later a loud “Giddyup” and a crack on the ass started Nicole once again down the road. She was running for quite a while before she realized that Annabelle had not reattached the leather strip which held her front hooves approximately at shoulder height in front of her. She was holding them there by herself. It just felt natural.

She was sweaty and becoming slightly out of breath when she saw Mistress Joan’s farm in the distance. She started to speed up, but Annabelle pulled back slightly on the reins and called out, “Pace yourself, cowgirl. It’s farther than it looks.”

It was. It was almost an hour later when they finally turned down the lane toward Mistress Joan’s stables. Nicole was sweating profusely and breathing very hard when they finally stopped in front of Mistress Joan’s barn.

Mistress Joan came out to meet them. “It looks like you had a hard ride,” she said brightly to Annabelle. Then she started getting Nicole out of the ponygirl tack.

When she finally had the boots and gloves off of Nicole she said, “I’m going to have to have mare clean these.” She looked at Nicole and continued, “There seems to be a lot more than just sweat on these.”

“Long story,” Annabelle said. Then she looked at Nicole and asked, “If you were truly a horse, what should be done?”

Nicole thought for a moment and then said, “If I cared about the horse, I would curry comb it and wipe it down and then give it fresh hay and feed.”

“And what else?” Mistress Joan asked.

Nicole looked lost for a while and then suddenly said, “I would tell it that it did a good job and that it was a good horse.”

Annabelle said, “Cowgirl, you did a good job and you are a very good ponygirl.”

“Thank you,” Nicole said with a partial smile. Then she added, “I think.”

“And since you are not a true horse, what should be done?”

“A shower?” Nicole said. “Or perhaps a bath?”

“Or maybe a shower and then a nice dip in a big pool?” Mistress Joan said as she led Nicole over to a small building next to the house. “The shower’s in there,” she said firmly, “and the pool is on the other side. Mistress Ann and I will be waiting for you there when you get yourself cleaned up.”

When Nicole came out of the shower house, Annabelle and Joan were swimming in the pool. A very black African-American young woman was cooking hamburgers over a grill. All three of them were naked.

When Nicole got to the edge of the pool, Mistress Joan said, “Cowgirl, this is mare, my sub.” She laughed slightly and said, “She really wanted to be called black beauty, but I chose to name her mare.”

The young woman spoke very softly, “But Mistress Joan uses my special name when I have especially pleased her.”

“Yes, my black beauty,” Mistress Joan said, “when you especially please me, I call you black beauty… because that is what you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” mare said softly.

“Join us in the pool for a little while,” Annabelle said. “Supper will be ready shortly.”

The water felt cool and wonderful to Nicole’s aching muscles. She floated happily in the water until mare called out, “Supper is ready.”

The three women walked up the steps out of the pool together, but Nicole quickly fell in line behind Annabelle. There were only two plates set at the round table next to the pool. Another two plates were set on a smaller square table just back from that. Mare pointed to Nicole and then at the square table. Nicole understood and stepped aside while mare served Mistress Joan and Mistress Ann. Then the two of them sat at the servant’s table and ate.

After the meal was finished, Annabelle and Mistress Joan lay on two of the lounge chairs which were set out by the pool. Annabelle called to Nicole, “Cowgirl, I watched you get your fill of pleasure out on the road. I think it’s time you gave me a little pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole said automatically.

As she lowered herself down between Annabelle’s legs, she could see mare doing the same for Mistress Joan. Nothing was said, but somehow both girls decided that they would race to see who could take her Mistress to the top fastest.

It was a tie, or at least both Mistresses allowed themselves to cum at the same time. Mare continued to softly lick and nuzzle even after Mistress Joan had climaxed. Nicole imitated her and was pleased to hear Mistress Ann’s soft murmurs of pleasure.

After a long while, Annabelle said, “I think it is time for us to be getting back to the farm. Cowgirl has to drive back into the city yet tonight.”

Mistress Joan said, “I will get dressed and drive you back. Mare can clean up things here.”

While they were riding back to the farm, Annabelle said softly to Nicole. “I think you have now experienced everything you need to experience to make your decision… except one thing. Come out next weekend and Saturday I will show you how I will punish you if you misbehave. Then, if you still want to be my slave, we will have a special ceremony on Sunday. Does that sound good to you?”

Nicole looked at her and said, “Next Friday night, eight pm, naked.”

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Another ‘first time’ lesbian story, with a high school setting – it takes a little while to set the scene, so if you like to get straight into the action, this story may not be the best for you.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

They say that getting on the cheerleading squad can change your life … well, it certainly changed mine!

I was just over sixteen, and a pretty cute little number if I say so myself. Not too tall, at 5 foot 4 inches, quite slim, but getting the curves that were getting the looks. I always had a really good ass – I had slim, boyish hips, and it jutted out behind and bounced along nicely when I walked, especially in my favourite tight blue jeans or cut-off denim shorts. Now I was filling out up front to match it, as my chest went from desert plateau to a nice pair of rounded and pointy hills. I’m a natural blonde (lucky me), which then I kept in a pony tail – between that and my bum flouncing along, plenty of heads would turn after I went past. I was also quite sporty and energetic, kept myself fit, and had a smooth complexion with a natural healthy glow.

With all this, I had rated my chances of getting picked for the junior cheerleading squad pretty highly, and was disappointed when I just missed out in the trials at the start of the new school year. However, I was first reserve and three weeks later, when Amy broke her ankle badly and was going to be out for three months, the coach called me into the squad. This was Ms Gretzke; she was in her early 30s, very fit and trim – she had been an athlete when younger, and had won medals at state level and competed nationally. She was the senior coach, and took personal charge of our female sports teams as well as the senior and junior cheer squads. Ms Gretzke had a brisk and decisive way of doing things, but also a warm and interested manner, and she was popular in the school. She was medium height and had black hair which she kept trimmed above her collar; you nearly always saw her either wearing a jogging suit or a short sports skirt.

Ms Gretzke had a strict ‘no boyfriends’ rule for the senior girls’ teams and both the cheer squads. She said that the training, matches and competitions (the last two of which involved quite a bit of travelling, often with an over-night stay somewhere) required a lot of commitment in time and energy, and that it was important that our school work and grades did not suffer – so there was not room for a heavy social life as well. She said she would not have training messed up by absentees or matches lost because girls were tired out or hung-over. It seemed to make sense and no one questioned it, I think mainly because we were a very sports-oriented school, with a high reputation in our state. All our teams were very competitive and there was a lot of silverware exhibited in the school trophy cabinet to show the rewards of their efforts – and that included the cheerleaders, in fact the senior squad had been state champions or runner-up for three of the last five years.

So, when Ms Gretzke offered me the vacancy on the cheerleading squad, it was really a formality to check that I knew and agreed to the rule. I was happy to reassure her, because in truth I was glad to have a way out from the pressure for dating. The boys had become more interested in me – even a bit pushy – since my figure began filling out, and I wasn’t really that keen; in fact, I was still a virgin. She also said I needed to catch up to learn the routines, as she wanted me in the squad for next Saturday’s important match with one of our main rivals. It was arranged that I would stay after school on Wednesday for an hour, and she would give me a special coaching session. This went well, and Ms Gretzke was encouraging and friendly. I was enjoying the unusual experience of it being just the two of us, as she showed me the moves; she had put on her own copy of our cheerleader outfit, but when she did some of the handstands I saw with interest that instead of the regulation neat and plain white panties that we girls wore with the uniform, she had rather skimpy thong-shaped black panties. I was sorry when the training session came to an end, but she gave me a warm smile and ushered me to the door that led from the gym to the small female locker-room that was reserved for the teams and cheer squads. She told me to take a shower and get changed, and then – as the whole school was by now deserted and quiet – I would need to come to her office, and she would let me out of the building.

As I went through into the locker room, it seemed natural enough to hear Ms Gretzke close and bolt the door behind me. However, I only went a couple of faltering steps further, because the changing room was not empty at all – three of the girls from the senior hockey team were there. To my consternation, two of them were lounging against the door that led out into the hallway, so I could not just slip past them and leave. They were eighteen years old, and all three were big girls – tall, at least 5 feet 9 inches, probably more. They had the fit and well-toned look of those who exercise a lot; I don’t mean they looked like body-builders or anything like that, in fact they had good figures, but it was obvious that any one of them was much stronger than me.

Our school drew on different communities, and its sports ethos had helped to avoid a lot of ethnic tensions, so it wasn’t a surprise that these three team-mates were from varied backgrounds. The girl leaning against the door on the right was Roberta, a black beauty with rich chocolate-coloured skin, dark brown eyes, pouty lips and thick glossy curly hair. She was the tallest and heaviest built of the three, and also had the biggest bust – in fact, she was one of the best-endowed seniors in the school. Next to her on the left was a more willowy Hispanic girl called Mercedes; she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, and there was just a hint of meanness or cruelty in the sardonic way that she was inspecting me. The third girl, leaning against the batch of lockers near the archway that led into the shower area, was the team captain, Julia. She was white, with brown hair that was mostly dyed blonde and cut fairly short, in a slightly spiky style. All three were wearing their team kit, which consisted of a short navy blue sports skirt and a short-sleeve top in stripes of blue and white. As they looked appraisingly at me, I started to feel self-conscious and a bit nervous. They were two years’ ahead of me, and I hardly knew them except by name – but they had the reputation of being tough ruthless bitches on the playing field. I must have looked pale with surprise and doubt, and I think I gave a bit of a whimper.

‘Don’t mind us’, said their captain lightly; ‘we just like to come down here when it’s quiet – you just carry on’, she added, giving me an anticipatory smile. Roberta grinned, whilst Mercedes gave a short laugh that made me still more uncomfortable. Fortunately, my locker was on the far side of the room from where Julia was leaning, and I opened it and began – reluctantly – to take off my cheerleader outfit. I was very proud of it, and this had been my first time to wear it – our style was white plastic boots to a couple of inches below the knee, and then a two-piece skirt and top in blue, with white edging and white flashes in the pleats of the short skirt. Turning my back to the room, I swiftly shrugged out of the top and then, with more hesitation, slipped the skirt over my hips, down my legs and stepped out of it. I still had my back to my audience, but of course when I bent down to pick up the skirt, this meant that I stuck my peachy ass invitingly out at them. I realised this when one of them – I think Roberta – gave an appreciative low whistle, whilst Julia commented: ‘very nice, very nice indeed.’ Now just in the boots and my own plain white bra and panties, I paused for a moment, blushing and hoping they would just leave. But they didn’t, and so I had no option but to keep going. I kept my back to them, and first sat on the bench and pulled off my boots; then I stood up and quickly unclipped my bra, and tugged down my panties. As soon as I was naked, I reached for my towel – only to find that Julia had picked it up, and was waiting for me.

‘Let’s see how the newest recruit shapes up’, she smiled; ‘give us a twirl, then’. I knew I had no option but to obey – I needed to keep it pleasant, as I was a bit afraid of annoying them and I certainly could not fight them. So I tried to cover my tits with one hand and put the other over my pussy, and did a rather quick full turn-around – but it was enough to see that they were all regarding me intently, as if I was a specimen on a microscope slide. ‘Nice ass’, Roberta remarked to Mercedes, and the Hispanic girl replied lazily: ‘yeah … sweet bod.’ It felt weird being discussed like an object in a shop window, but in truth – though I didn’t grasp it at the time – that was exactly what I was. Actually, I was as pretty and as innocent as home-baked apple pie – sweet and naive, and blushing with embarrassment. As I hesitated, Julia threw me the towel and with a curious half-smile on her face, said: ‘Get in the shower, babe, you look like you need to cool off.’ As I quickly walked past her, I was caught by surprise when she gave me a playful – but quite firm – smack on the ass with the palm of her hand. I gave a yelp and promptly dropped the towel, then frantically scrabbled for it and scooted into the showers, giving the three older girls another eyeful of my sweet young curves, and my tight pert ass most of all.

I was filled with confusion, surprise and some apprehension, and I stayed in the shower for at least ten minutes, hoping they would get bored and leave. After a while, hearing no voices or sounds, I turned off the shower and returned to the locker room. I gulped and swallowed – they were still there, they had definitely been waiting for my return! Julia was now sitting on one of the long benches, but my eye was drawn to the two tall girls by the door. They had removed their hockey tops, and their breasts were only partly hidden by their bras – and in the case of Roberta’s left breast, not at all, as it was hanging outside the cup. It looked like she and Mercedes had been making out (their skirts seemed a bit rumpled as well), but my mind shied away from that conclusion and its possible implications. As Roberta deftly scooped her exposed breast back into the pink bra that contrasted so beautifully with her smooth dark skin, she saw that I was watching and I blushed with embarrassment.

I faltered, not sure of what to do next, or of what was going to happen. When I had finished the shower, I had wrapped my blue towel around myself under the armpits, but it was not very long and only covered down to two or three inches below my pussy. It actually looked more like a mini-skirt than a towel, and it did nothing to hide the curves of my body. I did not want to remove it whilst I was under the hockey girls’ gaze, but equally I had to get dressed – I couldn’t just stand around soaking wet. However, the dilemma was taken out of my hands. As I hesitated, Julia gave her two team-mates a wink, and all three moved over to surround me – Julia in front, and the others at each shoulder. I couldn’t think what to say, and I must have looked a rabbit caught in the headlights. Julia slowly traced her index finger from left to right across my upper chest, just above the towel, sliding across skin that was damp partly from the shower but also from the sweat induced by fear – in which was mingled a tinge of excitement as well. I trembled slightly at her first touch, and looked at her wide-eyed. ‘We must get you dry’, she said, and before I could react, she hooked her finger into the front of the towel, between my budding breasts, and with a swift tug pulled it away from me. Taking one end of the towel, she began quite gently to wipe my face and hair; the other end was given to Roberta, who used it to rub my shoulders and upper back. Julia started working downwards, drying my neck and shoulders, and then the towel began to caress my breasts, circling around them and rubbing over the nipples, first downwards and then upwards. They responded rapidly, enlarging and stiffening, and sending novel sensations through my body. I voiced a weak protest: ‘No … you mustn’t do that … oooh … no, stop! … aah.’ Julia’s reply confused me, as she cryptically remarked: ‘We can’t stop, this is part of your training.’

Between Julia’s ever-firmer stroking of my breasts and Roberta’s sensuous massaging of my back, I was starting to feel aroused, Without even realising it, I shifted my stance, releasing some of my tension and resistance, and standing with my legs further apart. I closed my eyes, and then opened them with a sudden shriek of surprise – for a hand (which had to belong to Mercedes) had slipped between my legs from behind, and was cupping and cradling my Venus mound. In my shock at this intimate contact, I tried to jerk away, but I was held firmly and could not move. On each side of me, Roberta and Mercedes gripped my upper arm in one hand, and used the other to explore my body – Roberta was running her fingernails up and down my spine, whilst Mercedes continued to probe at my pussy, teasing at my tight virgin slit. In the meantime, Julia threw the towel to one side, and took my breasts in her hands, fondling them and tweaking my tits. Then came the next big shock – and the next amazing sensation. The hockey team captain bent forward and took my right nipple into her mouth, licking around the aureole, sucking on the teat, and then rasping her tongue across it – whilst continuing to grope and squeeze my left breast with her hand. The combination of the sensations being telegraphed from my pussy and my tits threatened to overwhelm me. I felt weak and wobbly, and strangely hot and wet between my legs. ‘Yeah. that’s it’, said Mercedes to her captain, ‘she’s starting to open up’, and I felt her finger push into me further, touching off nerve-ends that I didn’t know I had, never mind that they were this sensitive and highly charged. I gave a shudder and shake, feeling as if I was being washed away on a tidal wave, as Mercedes gave a sharp laugh and called out: ‘she’s coming – the little slut is coming, just from this!’

I gave a soft noise, half moan and half sob, and my knees gave way so that I leant backwards with my weight resting against Roberta – but that also brought a shock, for without my noticing she had discarded her bra, and my back pressed against her full ripe breasts. The combination of their soft warmth and the pressure of their hard pointy nipples was like nothing I had felt before, and it added a counterpoint to the overtly sexual manipulations of my breasts and cunt. Julia switched her mouth to my other breast for a little while, and then stood back a step and watched me in the arms of her two team-mates. Roberta took this opportunity to bring her hands round under my armpits, and began her own attentions to my swollen and sensitive tits. My mouth was hanging open and I must have had a glazed expression in my eyes; at any rate, whatever Julia saw confirmed that I was ripe and ready for the next level.

She dropped to her haunches in front of me, her face level with my pussy, and then she further parted my thighs with her hands and brought her tongue up to my labia. After the probing of Mercedes, they had swollen and spread, revealing the entry between. Julia first pulled the lips further open with her fingers, and then thrust her tongue into the crevasse and probed upwards and downwards. The latter direction had the most result: whatever she did, it was like an electric shock jolting through me. I gave a strangled cry, as fright and pleasure chased each other around inside my head, whilst my body seemed to have a mind of its own and my pelvis began to twist and thrust in response to Julia’s manipulative tongue. She pushed deep enough to encounter my hymen, which made her pull out in surprise and raise her damp face to her friends, informing them: ‘Would ya believe it – she’s still a virgin!’

I was no longer really trying to escape my three seducers, and they sensed this. Roberta and Mercedes steered me over to one of the wooden benches – there were four of these in the middle of the room, each about eight feet long and eighteen inches wide – and laid me down on it, flat on my back. I made no move or struggle as they stood on both sides, looking down at me. Then Julia remarked calmly, ‘Captain’s prerogative’, and her team-mates immediately began to undress her. They pulled her hockey shirt over her head, and Roberta took the opportunity to grope the white girl’s breasts as she unclipped and removed her bra. Simultaneously, Mercedes unbuttoned Julia’s sports skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing that there were no panties underneath. The hockey captain was now nude apart from her trainers and ankle socks, and as she stepped towards me my eyes were riveted on her pussy, clearly visible and framed by a patch of very neatly-trimmed brown hair.

Julia stopped next to the bench, level with my right shoulder, and looked down on me with a possessive smile. Then, with an athletic movement, she swung one leg over to straddle the bench. Her pussy was just a few inches above my chin, and as I looked upwards I could see the flat shape of her belly and above that her two breasts jutting out. I found the sight – and my submissive position – intensely erotic, and I stirred slightly on the bench in the hope of easing the renewed tension in my crotch. Most of all, I was becoming fascinated by the sight of a woman’s sex, and I gazed with interest at Julia’s pussy lips. She lowered herself down onto me, so that her crotch was sitting on my face. Gripping my chin in one hand, so that I had no chance to turn away, and engulfing my head between her thighs. she commanded in a voice suddenly firmer and more authoritative: ‘Eat me out, slut!’ I hastened to obey, and no longer just from fear. I licked Julia’s cunt with growing enthusiasm, trying to emulate some of the methods that these practised lesbians had just used on me. It was my first experience of the wonderful texture of a woman’s vagina and the sweet delicious taste of her sex juices, and this one fix confirmed me as an addict for life. The hockey captain grunted, and said ‘You’re a fast learner! C’mon, you slut, eat me out! – make me cum!’ Her words aroused me even more, and I pushed my tongue in more deeply, provoking little mewling noises of pleasure as I did so. Julia’s breaths started to come more rapidly, turning into a breathless panting. Then she slumped slightly forwards, gripping my shoulders to steady herself and keep her balance. She made a gasping noise in her throat as she orgasmed several times in fast succession – or maybe it was one long sustained one.

After a moment to regain her composure, Julia slid backwards down both the bench and my body, spread my ankles apart, and reapplied her mouth to my pussy. I barely had time to register this, as Roberta took the vacated place and brought her dark crotch to my lips. This was even more amazing, as I was profoundly excited by the contrasts between her smooth rich chocolate skin, the darker brown of her outer labia, and the moist pink of the cervical shaft in the centre. Although my jaw was beginning to ache, nothing in this world would have stopped me from tonguing the prize I was being offered. I went at it with renewed vigour, avidly and even roughly; later I discovered that Roberta liked best to be taken hard and fast, and so my methods had the greatest impact on her. She spread her legs still wider, and with one hand she pulled her labia further apart, enabling me to lick around it with firm fast pressures, flicking from clockwise to anti-clockwise at random intervals. Her other hand frotted rapidly at the sensitive top of her opening, adding stimulus to my pussy-eating endeavours. Between the two us, we brought her to a long shuddering climax, during which I could feel the trembling of her thighs and see the muscles twitching in her upper legs.

Shakily, Roberta lifted herself off me, but before stepping aside she bent down and kissed my lips with gentle care, giving me the erotic flush of sensing passion throttled back – passion that would return and take my body another time. Now it was Mercedes’s turn, but the Hispanic bitch intended to use a different strategy. Whereas her two predecessors had faced me as they lowered their pelvises onto my mouth, Mercedes took her stance the other way round and so presented me with her arse. It was beautifully slim and shapely, and she had quite a wide space between her legs. Her pussy hair was jet black and neatly trimmed to a bare fringe, and her anal hole was round and puckered. She ordered me to lick her ass, and when I hesitated she took my breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples, and began to squeeze them painfully. I really had no option, and found there was a certain delight in being so powerless, in being sexually submissive, used and abused. It seemed obvious that the same technique applied to both holes, and that was more or less the case. After what seemed like a long time, but was probably not much more than a minute, Mercedes gave several high-pitched shrieks. In the short pause that followed the highest and fastest of these, she unclipped her pony tail and let her black hair fall to frame around her face.

The Hispanic bitch had something of a cruel and domineering streak, and it was an element in her character which made her a fearsome competitor in hockey matches. She slapped my breasts quite hard several times, until they began to sting, and then adjusted her posture to move her cunt over my mouth. ‘Finish the job, pussy-face,’ she ordered. I was getting worn out, and my tongue was sore and stiff. ‘No, no … I can’t’, I protested weakly. This enraged Mercedes, who had no intention of not getting off when her two team-mates had been sexually serviced. ‘You fucking will, you little cow!’, she shouted, and she pinched one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. I gave a scream that was muffled by the gagging weight of her body, but her assault had sent an electric shock through me and – amazingly – it revitalised me; it was as if fear was a fuel that supercharged my engine. Although a few tears streaked my cheeks in an involuntary response to the pain in my breast, I was more aroused than afraid. For the third time, my mouth replicated a suction pump on a girl’s glistening vagina, and experience and urgency combined to make me twist my tongue into Mercedes like a corkscrew into a wine bottle. She began to jiggle about on top of me, almost as if she were in the saddle and I was her horse. Finally, she pushed down against my face several times, let loose a string of swearwords, and soaked my lips in a flood of juices as she came uninhibitedly, tossing her head and dark hair from side to side.

After Mercedes lifted herself off my prone form, I remained flat on my back on the hard wooden bench, my face streaked with the sticky residue of the hockey girls’ orgasms. I was half-dazed with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration, and my emotions were in turmoil. However, they began to settle as I accepted what I had just discovered about my sexual orientation. Could it be that I had just made three senior girls come, and had enjoyed every moment of it – even Mercedes’s domination? I even felt the first stirring of anticipation as to what pleasures might lie ahead. In my preoccupation, I did not notice the outer door of the locker room swing open as Ms Gretzke walked in. When her presence registered, I gave a squeak of alarm and started frantically to rise, but Julia at once pressed down on my shoulder. Restraining me, she smiled and said: ‘Don’t worry, babe, it’s cool’. The hockey girls certainly seemed unconcerned that their coach had found them stark naked together, with an obviously fucked younger girl at their mercy. Before I could make any further move, Ms Gretzke had come to stand beside the bench, close to my head. She regarded the three older girls with a half-smile, and asked: ‘Well, how is our latest recruit coming along?’ She was given approving nods and noises in return, with Julia saying ‘she’s hot stuff, the little minx’, and Roberta adding ‘yeah, she’s good’. ‘Does she want to become one of my special girls?’ asked Ms Gretzke, and Julia answered that she was quite sure I did.

Ms Gretzke was still wearing the cheerleader outfit from our practice session, but she stood so close to me (deliberately, I’m sure) that I could see all the way up under her skimpy white skirt. Her tanned firm legs were tantalisingly smooth, but what hit me like a freight train was the realisation that her black panties were gone, that she was nude under the skirt. She was now looking down at me with interest, and saw the realisation dawn in my eyes. Almost casually, she traced her right hand across my chest to fondle and tweak my nearest breast. Then she swung her right leg over me, straddling above my face, and pulled the cheerleader skirt up around her waist. I was right – there were no panties, indeed nothing to obstruct the view of her glorious womanhood – for her pubes were closely shaven, and just a light sheen of sweat reflected on the slight golden expanse of skin (she clearly sunbathed nude, as there was no bikini mark). With the supple strength of muscles toned by a hundred press-ups every morning, she gently lowered her crotch towards my face. I needed no encouragement or telling what to do – as her pussy came closer, I reached up and gripped her waist, and then pulled her down right onto my panting lips. I buried my face between her legs, licking, sucking, probing and pushing.

The tough teacher gave a moan, and this was like a signal for the three girls. Julia came to one side of the bench, Roberta to the other; they pulled Ms Gretzke’s sports top off over her head, and then each clamped like a limpet onto her nearest breast. The teacher’s back arched in her pleasure, as the tableaux was completed by Mercedes straddling the bench behind her, pressing her breasts into the older woman’s back. As well as acting as a human support, Mercedes was perfectly placed to ram two fingers in and out of my open cunt. The effect made me start to buck and jerk (which had the delicious consequence for Ms Gretzke of my face burrowing even deeper into her vagina), and my breasts jiggled about – a motion she stopped by grasping and squeezing them. Mercedes was regarding both of us with narrowed eyes, and again proved her skill at timing, stroking me to a boneshaking climax just as Ms Gretzke gave a deep moan and almost squirted pussy juice onto my face. ‘Oh, good, very good,’ she said, as she stepped off me.

The coach then explained the rules that I would have to abide by, if I was to join the squad – and particularly if I was to become one of her ‘special group’. The first rule was that the cheerleaders were to be sexually available at any time (except when on their period) to any of the girls on the sports teams, singly or in groups, whenever they required it. This, of course, was the real reason for the ‘no boyfriends’ rule – and it was hardly a sacrifice when every girl in all the squads was either lesbian, or bi-sexual and happy to get her thrills with girls now and leave guys for later. The second requirement was that I would perform for Ms Gretzke personally whenever she wanted, and be given by her to the coaches of other teams for the day, either as a gift or as part of the prize betted on in a match, or to the judges, referees and officials of any competition we were engaged in. Third, the existence of her ‘group’ and the sexual roundabout with the teams must remain a secret between ourselves. Finally, I must keep myself neat and pretty at all times, and work hard in my lessons so as to get good grades. After telling me all this, the teacher asked whether I wished to join her select group, and I nodded vigorous assent. ‘Kiss my pussy to show your agreement’, she ordered, and I quickly did so, giving a wet, slobbery and loud one.

‘Boss, she’s still a virgin’, said Mercedes. ‘Oh?’, said the teacher in surprise, looking down at me with regret. ‘I’m sorry, we have a strict rule – no virgins allowed, you have to be available for whatever kind of fucking the team girls want.’ I was suddenly desperately afraid that my new world would be snatched away from me, and at once I replied that I didn’t want to be a virgin, and I begged Ms Gretzke to take me and make me a woman.

She considered for a moment, and then nodded. ‘OK, girls, parade position, please’, she ordered. I didn’t know what this meant, but Julia showed me. We all stood in a row on one side of the bench, facing across it and with our backs to the teacher. Then we bent across from the waist to hold on to the other edge, arching our backs, pushing our butts up into the air, and shifting our feet out to spread our thighs wide. There was a short pause as Ms Gretzke shed the cheerleader outfit, and from the corner of my eye I saw her pull a strap-on from her sports bag and step into it, cinching the belt tight around her waist. She approached the line-up from the other end, the first girl being Mercedes. Ms Gretzke positioned her pelvis just behind and slightly below the young Hispanic girl’s upthrust cunt, gripped her firmly just above each hip, and then pushed upwards and forwards. I watched from the corner of my eye, as the dildo sank in with a soft wet sound. All three hockey girls were already erotically aroused, and the coach was an expert pussy-shagger with years of experience, and so it took barely a dozen swift smooth shafts for Mercedes to wail out in orgasm. As soon as she came, Ms Gretzke moved to the next in line, Roberta. The black girl got slightly different treatment, much rougher – the coach punched the dildo in and out of her gaping vulva, whilst pulling back hard on Roberta’s luscious hair with one hand and pulling on one of her breasts with the other. Of course, the teacher knew that the black girl liked to be taken hard, and in fact she came even quicker than Mercedes had – quicker, and louder. Again, without a word being said, Ms Gretzke instantly pulled out of the black pussy and, with barely a break in her motion, thrust between the smooth white buttocks of the hockey captain.

I could tell that Ms Gretzke was getting quite aroused, as the force of her first lunge into Julia’s cunt almost lifted the captain off the ground – and she was no slip of a girl. Julia altogether lost the cool assurance she had displayed up to now, juddering and shaking under the piledriver thrusts, and howling out broken phrases about ‘fuck me, yah, cum me, do me, urk, yeh, now!’ I swallowed nervously – if Ms Gretzke was building up to a crescendo, what kind of a savage ripping was my pussy going to receive? I began to quake, but resolved not to make a run for it – I knew that if I left that room then, I would bitterly regret it for the rest of my days. I needn’t have worried: the coach was no undisciplined fool, and knew exactly what she was doing. As she drove Julia to a screaming climax, she came herself and so released her sexual frustration. It was thus with calmness that she withdrew the strap-on from a sweat-drenched Julia, and brought it around next to my face. It had been lubricated with the cunt juice of all three hockey girls, and glistened in the light. She asked again if I was sure that I wanted to do this, and when I vehemently insisted that I was, she told me to kiss the tip of the plastic dong.

Ms Gretzke then stood behind my bent body and for a moment stroked my virgin opening with her fingers. She brought the knob of the dildo up to it, and gently pressed it in until she encountered the resistance of my hymen. She began with short firm strokes that all stopped just short of the barrier, but which built up a mounting heat in my stomach and crotch. Then she said ‘Now, babe’, and with the next forward stroke pushed deeper with an even pressure, meeting the resistance and pushing it aside. I felt a brief tearing sensation, and a second of pain that was like catching a fingernail on something – a jump, a jab and a wince – but no worse than that. Now Ms Gretzke’s strap-on was going deeper into me, pressing open flesh that had never before been intruded upon; that also hurt a bit, and remained tender for longer afterwards as well. But the cunny lubricant of the girls, together with my own aroused juices, were enough to give a smooth passage. Before long the coach was confident enough to shaft me fully and with much greater vigour, and she took me to a screaming climax nearly as loud as Julia’s. Halfway through, I lost my grip on the edge of the bench, and slumped down to rest my arms on it from my elbows to my wrists. As I was still bent over at the waist, this merely had the effect of thrusting my ass even more up in the air, and this encouraged the coach to even firmer strokes.

After I came, Ms Gretzke removed her strap-on, and took me to sit in her lap for a short cuddle. She stroked my breasts, and then cupped my chin and looked into my eyes. ‘Welcome to my special squad’, she said; ‘I think you’ll do very well, very well indeed’. She instructed me that my next duty was the pre-match briefing which, for home matches, was always held at her house on the Friday evening, with food and drink provided. Then she smacked my rump, and shooed all four of us girls into the showers to clean up before we could go home. Of course, that took us rather a long time, with quite a lot more bodily contact than showers conventionally require. I found that Roberta and Mercedes were something of a couple, with the former enjoying the latter’s domineering streak, and so I found myself, without regret, in Julia’s firm embrace. Oh, yes, I thought, this is where I want to be!

The next chapter is called ‘Home Games’, and will follow later …

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … there are several more lesbian first-time schoolgirl stories.

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The front door opened and eleven year old Lisa Thomas walked into the hall

Twincest – Home Alone

By anon y mouse

The front door opened and eleven year old Lisa Thomas walked into the hall and slipped off her shiny black shoes and dumped school bag on the floor, her twin sister Katie, not one step behind her.

“Mum, we’re home!” Lisa called out as her sister relieved herself of her own shoes and bag.

The two girls could have been the poster-children for identical twins. Both had the shoulder length chestnut coloured hair of their mother, and twinkling green eyes of their father. They both had sun kissed skin and were quite short for their age at only five four six.

“Mummy?” called out Katie, making her way into the lounge as Lisa headed for the dining room.

Lisa walked through the dining room into the kitchen and found what she was looking for, “She’s left a note!” she said to her sister.

“What’s it say?” asked Katie, quickly joining her sibling in front of the refrigerator.

“‘Hey girls,’” Lisa read out, “Got emergency call at the clinic. I’ll be back later in the evening. Love Mum. XXX, looks like it’s just you and me sis.”

Very slowly, Katie took Lisa’s hand in her own and the two girl’s fingers entwined together, holding onto each other tightly. A smile danced on Lisa’s lips and she leant her forehead against Katie’s, feeling her warm breath mix with her own.

Their lips pressed against each other gently at first, and then they pulled away and kissed each other again. Lisa’s tongue was the first to slip from her mouth and brush along her sister’s lips, parting them and seeking out Katie’s.

As their tongues played with each other in their mouths, their hands grew livelier and more passionate. Katie released her grip on her sister’s hands and held her face, pulling her in for a deeper embrace, her thumbs running across Lisa’s soft cheeks.

Finally, the kiss broke and both girls were left panting for breath, “Let’s go upstairs.” said Lisa, and before Katie could respond, she was leading her by the hand out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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The twin’s room had two single beds, though every night they would climb into the same one. The one on the right was the closet to the door, and it was that bed that Lisa pushed her sister onto, before straddling her lap and pulling her head up to kiss her some more.

Lisa ran her fingers through Katie’s silky soft hair, kissing at her cheek and the curve of her neck. She let her hands drop and Lisa tugged at Katie’s school sweater, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it on the floor. Katie did the same for her sister, and both girls felt a wave of heat wash over them from the other’s body.

Gently pushing her down onto the bed, Lisa slowly unbuttoned her sister’s shirt, kissing at the patches of skin as they were revealed. When all the buttons were undone, Lisa spread the shirt open and her sister’s preteen chest came into view.

There were no breasts to speak of, not yet anyway, but her nipples were large and stiff. Katie let out a quiet moan as her sister rubbed at the hard nubs with her fingers, leaving Katie’s body wiggling on the bed. She gasped when Lisa replaced her fingers with her lips, and she arched her back in an attempt to push more of her flesh into her sibling’s wet mouth.

Lisa released her nipple with a loud pop, and slid down her sister’s body, kissing and licking along the way. She unbuckled Katie’s pleated skirt and tossed it aside. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of her white cotton panties, she pulled them down and off her legs, and added them to the growing clothes pile.

Katie felt her sister kiss and lick her way from the top of her knee high white socks, along her thighs to her warm sex. Lisa licked her sister’s slit up and down, sucking Katie’s pussy lips into her mouth, her cheeks puckering inward.

Very, very gently, Lisa slipped her index finger into her sister’s wet hole, moving it in and out slowly. Katie groaned and her body writhed on the bed, her slim hips rocking up and down with the rhythm of her sibling’s finger.

“Lisa,” moaned Katie, “Two. Use two fingers.”

The twin was happy to oblige, and as she added her forefinger, she felt her sister’s tight inner muscles clamp down hard on the welcome intruders. Lisa sped up the pace, and used her free hand peel back the hood of Katie’s erect clit before sucking it into her hungry mouth.

Katie screamed as she felt the pleasures of her pussy combine with the sensations coming from her clit. She groaned loudly as her round butt lifted off the bed, followed by the rest of her body, leaving just the top of her head and the tips of her tightly clenched toes touching the sheets.

“Lisa,” panted Katie, grabbing her sister’s hair and pulling her hard against her twitching pussy, “I… love you… so much…”

The horny girl bucked once, then twice as the powerful orgasm rushed throughout her body. Her right leg stiffened and stuck straight out in the air, causing Katie to lose her balance and fall to her side. Lisa watched with a smile as her sister’s shaking body curled up into the foetal position, sweet gasps coming with every twitch.

She lay down behind her and wrapped her arms around Katie’s quivering body, and moving her lips closer to her ear she whispered, “I love you too.”

Katie turned to face her sister, and they kissed again, Katie tasting the sweetness of her pussy on her sister’s tongue. She tried to roll Lisa onto her back, but instead she found herself being pushed back onto her’s.

Lisa slid off the bed, and stood next to it, drinking in the sight of her sister with greedy eyes. Her body swaying to the beat in her mind, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, followed by her skirt and panties and climbed back onto the bed.

She pushed Laura’s right leg to the side while lifting the left over her shoulder, gently lowering her heated snatch against her sister’s. Realising her sister’s intent, Katie pushed her body up to meet Lisa’s, and the two girls mashed their hairless pussies together.

Having gotten hot with lust watching her sister squirm, Lisa was practically on the edge of release. But she pushed these feelings down, and ground herself against Katie, wanting nothing more than for them to climax as one.

Their clits throbbed together and Katie screamed out in passion, her second orgasm quickly building. She reached up and grabbed Lisa’s soft butt cheeks and pulled her sister harder against herself. , feeling her hot, wet pussy tight against her own.

Lisa pulled the sock off of Katie’s left foot, and sucked the tiny toes into her mouth, her tongue rolling around them, desperately trying to hold her orgasm at bay. Katie grabbed her sister’s hands, the look in her face more than enough for Lisa to know how close she was.

Pulling her sister up off the bed, bringing them face to face, Lisa ground harder and harder on her sex, tears in her eyes at the promise of release, of the inevitable surge that was soon to wash though her body. Both girls leant back on their hands, moaning in unison with each breath.

“Girls,” came a voice from the other side of their bedroom door, “How many times have I told you *not* to leave your bags in the hall-“

Katie saw their mother first, looking over her sister’s shoulder as she opened their bedroom door. Lisa didn’t look back, couldn’t look back, but she heard her mother’s voice cut of mid-sentence at the sight.

It was too late of course. Both girls were too far gone over the edge. With the eyes of the woman who gave birth to them watching, the twins erupted in climax, their spasming pussies soaking the crotch of its sister, their sweaty bodies writhing in ecstasy.

Thirty four year old Sarah Thomas could only stand in stunned silence as her daughters slumped onto the bed, Lisa’s body still humping at the air as her sister pulled back. Their breathing was deep and laboured, and their young muscles twitched visibly.

Several minutes passed, and the twins breathing slowly returned to normal, before their mother finally spoke.

“Okay,” she said, her voice shaking, “After you two have showered and cleaned yourselves up, I want you to come downstairs, and we are going to talk.”

“Yes… Mummy,” said Katie while her sister simply nodded.

Their mother left the room silently, and the two girls looked at each, both too tired to move, and both with tears running down their cheeks.

***

Sarah was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring out of the window. The microwave was humming away as it heated up the takeaway pizza she had picked up on her way home. She heard footsteps come down the stairs, and she turned as her daughters entered the kitchen.

They were dressed the same, as usual, in white tank tops and denim shorts. They were both barefoot, their hair was wet and their eyes were red and puffy. Sarah noticed all these things only after she noted they were holding hands.

Nobody said anything; there was just the sound of the microwave. Both girls were shaking slightly, and a lone tear slid down Katie’s cheek. Sarah lowered herself to her knees and held out her arms, “Come here.” she said softly.

Neither girl hesitated as they rushed into their mother’s arms, fresh tears falling freely.

“We’re so sorry mummy,” Lisa managed to say between sobs; “We promise we’ll never do it again.”

“It’s okay,” their mother said, “I’m not angry.”

Both girls leant away from their mother, looking up at her in confusion, “You’re not?” asked Katie.

“No, I’m not. You two are getting to that age now,” she said, “You’re curious about your bodies and how they’re changing. And, I guess I’d rather have you two… explore with each other than some boy who winds up getting you pregnant.”

“Really?” asked Lisa.

“Yes,” replied their mother, wiping the tears from her daughter’s eyes, “Look at it this way; you two love each other, don’t you?” Both girls nodded vigorously, “Then what you’re doing is simply a way of expressing that love, understand?”

“I think so.” said Lisa, her sister nodding in agreement.

“Then, its okay,” said Sarah, hugging her girls and planting kisses on their wet hair, “But, let’s just keep this between the three of us. And try to keep it down in future. You two sound like a couple of newlywed elephants.”

“We will.” her girls giggled, their faces already looking happier.

The microwave pinged, and Sarah stood up. She went to walk to it. When Lisa pulled her mother’s arm, bring the two face to face. She planted a big wet kiss on her mother’s lips, before saying with the biggest smile, “We love you too, mummy.”

The End.

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