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James’s plan to get his mother and sister together is in full swing. Will the fueding pair set aside their differences? Or will their jealousy explode out of control?

Doctor’s Incestuous Family
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Eight: Sister’s Incestuous Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Dr. Bernice Wilson

“Have fun at your convention,” my son said as I headed out the door, my suitcase rolling behind me.

A hot shudder ran through me, my pussy tingling and nipples aching as James grinned at me as he sat at the breakfast table beside his sister. The little trollop was wearing a t-shirt far too small and a soft blue thong that was fully on display.

“Yeah, Mom, bye!” Jenny said, her blue eyes minx-bright. She wanted James. I was growing more and more sure of it. But he didn’t need her. He had his girlfriend, and he had me. “We’ll miss you.”

Another hot shudder ran through me. Today I would meet James’s girlfriend. For three weeks, since I seduced him, I wondered about who she was. I thought she must be at professor at his college, an older woman like me. But the pink thong he produced Thursday night, covered in his cum and her pussy juices, made me wonder if it wasn’t a girl his age.

Either way, I was having a hot threesome with them. James’s girlfriend found it so hot I was fucking my son.

I headed out the door, trying not to shout out my love for my hunky son. Nineteen, so strong, maturing into a powerful man. He would be a lady killer. I know he made me swoon. I squirmed as I started my car. We told Jenny I was going out of town for a medical convention, but really I was going to spend the weekend at the hotel with James and his girlfriend.

Two days of hot and wild sex.

I rubbed my hand on my tummy every time I had to stop at a light on the way to the Grand Paramount Hotel. I was pregnant. Bred by my own son. I had no idea what I would tell others. I had just found out. I especially worried about my daughter.

She would throw it in my face after how terrible I was acting. Whenever I was away from her, I wanted to try and mend fences, but when I was around, seeing her prance around James, using the same whorish techniques the eighteen-year-old had used on the married teacher who knocked her up, it sent my blood boiling and the most horrible things spilled out of my lips.

I pushed that down. After the weekend, once I met this other woman, I would patch things up with Jenny. She wouldn’t steal my son from me.

I arrived at the Grand Paramount, pulling up beneath the covered valet driveway. It was a glamorous hotel, built in the thirties, and with that delightful, art deco retro look about it. A white tower thrusting up around the other tall building in downtown. I squirmed as I handed over my keys to the valet and walked in.

“I have a reservation,” I purred to the concierge. “Under James and Bernice Wilson.” I smiled. “My…lover will be here later.”

“Of course,” the concierge, wearing a black suit, said, a smile that promised discretion on his lips. He probably thought I was married and having an affair. “I just need a credit card.”

Ten minutes later, I was in our suite. It was expensive, and I didn’t care. I was giddy to have this fun. There was a huge bed, covered in graceful white covers with pink roses. Potpourri scented the air. The curtains were heavy and I drew them closed, plunging the room into romantic darkness. I opened my suitcase, pulling out the scented candles.

James would arrive at noon. I would have everything ready.

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Jenny Wilson

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, bouncing with excitement for my threesome with James and his mystery girlfriend today. I was so eager to meet her.

Who was she? Which girl at school was it? Carmelita, Michelle, Juana, or Maria. They were all cute in their own way. Or was it a teacher? There were a few MILF’s at our school. I knew James had a thing for big tits. He claimed my smaller, rounder tits were fine, but…

I hoped they would grow big with my pregnancy. I couldn’t wait to nurse my brother with my tits. Alicia said it was so hot to nurse from Melody and Pam. My friend told me so many wicked things about sex. She acted so innocent, like she was a five-year-old girl, but the things she knew made my eyes bulge sometimes.

I was most looking forward to eating my first creampie, licking my brother’s cum out of his girlfriend’s pussy.

I was so excited, I darted through the house, ripping off my too small t-shirt, my tits bouncing before me. I burst into James’s room. He sat at a desk working on his homework. He turned around, grinning at the sight of my naked tits.

“Let’s fuck!” I moaned, darting to him. I jumped onto his lap. “Let’s fuck and fuck and fuck! We have hours to kill.”

I ground my thong on his crotch, my pussy growing so juicy. His cock hardened beneath him as my tits jiggled right in his face. Mom would be gone until tomorrow night. We had the house to ourselves. We could enjoy ourselves. No hiding. No sneaking around. Just loving each other.

And his girlfriend. She could come back after our afternoon at the hotel. If she was nice.

She better be nice.

“No fucking,” James said, being stern.

“But I’m horny,” I groaned, bouncing on his cock. “You knocked me up and made me horny.”

“And I want all that horny energy saved up for this afternoon,” he grinned. “I’ll have two women to satiate. I need my stamina, too.”

“Please.” I blinked my eyes rapidly at him, squirming, my boobs jiggling right before his face. “Pretty please, big brother.”

He let out a groan of frustration. “No. I mean it. Plenty of time for fucking this afternoon.”

I let out a screech of annoyance and hopped off of him. “Just tell me who she is then.”

“Nope.”

“I won’t go,” I said, crossing my arms before him.

“You will,” James grinned, his eyes flicking down to my thong. “You’re too horny not to.”

I screeched again. “Darn it! I am.” I threw myself on his bed, my tits bouncing. “I’m just soooooo bored.”

“Work on homework,” James said. “We’re going to have a busy weekend.”

I shivered. “We’re going to spend it all having fun, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, such a huge grin on his face. “I have been dying for this for weeks.”

I bit my lip. “You really like her.”

“Love her. And just as much as I love you.”

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James Wilson

Jenny squirmed the entire way on the city bus. I wish we had a second car. She bounced beside me in her long skirt, blouse, and jacket. Fall weather was turning more and more unpleasant, no more were girls wearing the short skirts at school. Her cheeks were flushed, looking so cute with her brown hair held back by a headband.

She counted the stops. “Five more to go. Four more to go. Three more to go. Oh, James, Two more to go. One more to go. We’re here!”

Everyone looked at her when she hopped to her feet and darted for the exit. I followed after, grinning at her. She bounced on her feet, waiting for me, her hips swaying. Her cuteness almost overwhelmed me, her blue eyes so bright, her button-small nose quivering over pursed lips.

She took my arm. “Let’s go, big brother.”

The hotel was another two blocks away. It was nice walking with my sister on my arm. In downtown, we just looked like another young couple, boyfriend and girlfriend. No one here knew us. They didn’t think it was wrong for us to be so affectionate.

I even kissed her. A quick, hot meeting of lips that had her shuddering and bouncing for joy. It was so wonderful seeing her so happy.

I got the key from the desk clerk. He gave me a look then flicked his eyes to Jenny waiting behind me, but didn’t say a word. I could see it in his eyes—discretion. He didn’t care what we were doing up there.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” my sister said, her excitement running her words together, echoing in the elevator as we rode it up. “This is happening.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart racing, my cock so hard. “It is.”

It dinged at our floor. Three doors down, we arrived. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lacy, black sleeping mask. My sister blinked as I dangled it before her face.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“I want you to wear it. My girlfriend inside is wearing one, too. I want you two to…enjoy each other before the big reveal.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, my god, that’s so wild. You know this is killing me not knowing.”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “But you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

She nodded her head and snatched the blindfold from me. She pulled off her hairband, handing it to me while her hair spilled across her shoulders. Then she pulled on the sleeping mask, adjusting it. She reached out her hand to grab my arm.

“Don’t let me trip,” she hissed.

“I won’t.” I kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”

The words made her shudder, a smile on her lips. I loved seeing her smile.

I shoved the keycard into the slot, my heart racing. This would work. I would finally have them both. The lock whirred. I opened the door and led my sister in.

It was dark inside. The soft scent of spice filled the air. Candles burned, golden light dancing. I could just see the bed and a pair of long, naked thighs on white covers. I guided my sister forward, whispering, “Don’t make any sounds. Just enjoy this.”

She whimpered and the legs moved. Mom made a wanton, wordless moan in answer.

More and more of her naked body was revealed, her legs leading up to the thick, brown bush between her thighs and then her flat stomach leading to those heavy, large breasts I loved. Her nipples were hard. She had a smile on her face, her bleached-blonde hair spread over her pillow.

An identical sleeping mask to Jenny’s on her face.

“Mmm, you both are gorgeous,” I said, taking off Jenny’s jacket.

My sister trembled, breathing quickly. Mom’s breasts rose and fell.

I pulled off my sister’s blouse, revealing her round breasts unencumbered by her bra. I tweaked a nipple, making her gasp. Mom moved, her head looking towards the sound. Her hands roamed her body.

“You two are going to love each other,” I said, kneeling down to pull off my sister’s skirt. I kissed her flat, pregnant belly. It would be months before she showed.

I couldn’t wait.

Then I pulled down her blue thong. Her tart musk filled my nose, her brown hair trimmed close, not hiding her pussy at all. I nuzzled in, taking a lick, making her gasp, her breasts jiggling over my head.

“Okay, she’s naked,” I said. “I want you two to love each other while I watch. I want to see the two women I love pleasuring each other.”

Mom made a wordless groan. My sister stiffened for a moment, then nodded her head, licking her lips.

I took her hand. She gripped me so hard, and led her to the bed. She shuffled her feet, moving slow, scared. I guided her to the bed. She reached out with her right hand, feeling the covers. Then she slid onto it. I joined her, my cock so hard as I brought her closer and closer to Mom.

I held her wrists now, placing them on Mom’s stomach. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling her daughter’s hands on her body and not knowing it was Jenny. I slid my sister’s hands up our mother’s body to those large breasts.

“Enjoy,” I whispered into Jenny’s ears.

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Dr. Bernice Wilson

My heart thudded in my chest as James’s girlfriend squeezed my breasts with her slim fingers. They were so much softer than James’s hands. I could feel her trembling. She sounded young, scared even. My hands reached out, finding her body, feeling her shivers.

Clothing rustled. James must be undressing. I could hear his excited breathing as my hands slid up to cup his girlfriend’s tits. They were round and far firmer than mine. I explored them, feeling her hard nipples, making her gasp.

“That’s it,” James said, his voice soft and hungry. It was such a masculine sound. The bed moved as he shifted. “Play with each other’s tits. Get closer. Don’t be afraid.”

The girl moved closer to me, stretching down beside me. I rolled onto my side, our hands caressing each other. My heart beat so fast. Such wicked tingles raced through my body as her fingers brushed my fat nipples.

I made such a wanton moan. She scooted closer. I could feel the heat of her body as our legs brushed. She felt so silky smooth. I heard her breathing, felt the rapid beat of her heart as I squeezed her tits.

She was so warm. Burning. Her nipples were smaller than mine. I pinched them, making her gasp. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. I tried to imagine what she looked like. Blonde? Brunette? Black hair? Maybe she wasn’t White, but Black or Asian or Hispanic. Was her skin dusky-brown? Were her nipples pink or dark-red?

“That’s it,” James said, his hand touching my thigh. She shivered, gasping. “Now kiss. Love each other. Press your bodies together.”

I licked my lips then moved my head forward. I felt her breath wash across my face, smelling minty. Then her lips nudged my nose, my lips her chin. We shivered, her hands squeezing tight as our lips moved, finding each other, meeting in a hot kiss.

My pussy clenched as I kissed my first woman. A girl no older than my son. I was such a bad mother. My hands squeezed harder on her tits, moaning into the kiss as our lips worked. She was so hot and wet.

Her tongue probed out, brushing my lips.

I opened my mouth, inviting her in. James groaned his appreciation as I French-kissed his girlfriend. Our tongues met, lips moving harder. Our bodies pressed tighter. My hands slipped from her breasts, sweeping about her body to explore as our bellies pressed tight, our thighs entwining.

I shuddered at the ticklish delight of her pubic hair brushing my own pussy. My hips ground instinctively, rubbing my aching clit against her pubic mound, feeling her hot folds. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into my pillowy tits.

“That’s so hot,” groaned James. “That’s it. This is what I want. I love you both so much.”

We both moaned together, shuddering. She loved my son as much as I did. That sent such a maternal warmth through me. He had found a girl, a woman, to love, maybe to marry and start his own family with.

A woman that didn’t mind that I loved my son, too. That I fucked him. It made my heart race. I felt so close to this girl as our pussies rubbed together, our naked bodies pressed tight. My fat nipples brushed hers, sending tingles through me that warmed my body.

I held her tight, rolling her onto her back, settling my weight on hers. Her hands slipped from my tits to caress my back. Her hips moved beneath me, rubbing her clit into mine. Sparks flew, our pussies growing hotter and hotter.

“Damn,” James panted, moving around us. “I can see your pussies tribbing. You both are so sexy. I love you both so much.”

I groaned louder, my butt clenching. The girl grabbed my ass, squeezing tight, her fingers digging into my cheeks. Our nipples kept kissing, meeting with the same hungry passion as our lips and tongues. Molten heat trickled out of me, merging with the passion flooding out of her pussy.

The bed creaked from our movements. I savored this girl. I wanted to know who she was. I wanted to rip off the blindfold. But James was enjoying this. And I didn’t want to spoil his fun.

“Lick each other’s pussies,” he groaned. “Really love each other.”

I shuddered, breaking the kiss. I could feel her heart racing, beating as fast as mine. She let out such a wanton, girlish moan. She ached to please him as much as I did. We had to do this. We had to lick each other’s pussies.

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Jenny Wilson

James’s girlfriend was an older woman. She had to be one of his teachers. Was it Vicky, Clint’s Aunt? She taught us both history, though not at the same time. She was such a busty teacher. But there was also Professor Umayyah, his buxom, Arabic English teacher.

She was married. Was that why James hid her?

The woman moved, her heavy breasts dragging from mine and across my stomach. I shuddered, about to eat my first pussy ever. But James was there. I could feel his presence. Everything was so heightened with the blindfold on. I had no idea who the woman was, what she looked like. Only what she felt like, tasted like.

Smelled like.

A sweet musk filled my nose, similar to my own juices but missing that tart edge. Hot thighs straddled my face as her pillowy tits rubbed into my stomach. She descended. My hands reached out, stroking her sides as I trembled.

Curly pubic hairs brushed my nose and lips. Hot pussy pressed on my mouth.

I licked.

She moaned between my thighs.

“Yes,” groaned James as the mystery woman licked at my pussy, too.

Pleasure rippled through me. Her tongue was different from James’s. Not as bold as his licking, not as passionate. There was a…hesitancy about it. Was it her first time licking pussy, too? I shivered, my tongue sliding and nuzzling through her folds, exploring her delights. She tasted so good. That sweet musk covering my tongue, making me eager to lick more.

I moaned, my body shivering, the woman’s tongue licking through my folds. If it was Professor Umayyah, she was a mother. That made her a MILF. A busty MILF licking my pregnant pussy while my brother watched.

It was so hot.

My hands slid up her body. She felt in such good shape. I grabbed her toned ass, squeezing it, my passion swelling, pulling her down to my hungry lips. I tongued through her pussy faster, sliding through her folds, her juices coating my lips and cheeks while her pubic hair tickled my nose.

My fingers clenched into her ass we both moaned. Her body writhed atop mine, her pillowy breasts rubbing into my stomach. Her nipples were so hard. They felt so exciting as they caressed my skin.

“You have no idea how beautiful you both are,” James groaned, kneeling beside us.

I felt so beautiful. It was exciting knowing he was watching our first lesbian experience. I felt her tongue growing more and more bold as it slid through my tight silt. She brushed my clit, circling it the same way James would circle mine.

Had she learned from him? Or had she taught him how to eat pussy?

I copied her, circling her clit with my tongue, loving how the nub felt. How it made her moan. Her excitement buzzed around my clit, making me tremble. Which made me groan into her pussy. My fingers clenched, my tongue lapping harder and harder.

Our passions swelled. I could feel it building between us. We both moaned louder and louder, our tongues lapping harder and harder. Our bodies moved, grinding our flesh against each other. Her ass clenched beneath my fingers.

“Finger her ass,” James groaned.

I grinned. He knew I loved a finger up my ass when I had my pussy eaten out. I bet she did, too.

My finger slipped in between her butt-cheeks at the same moment she shoved a hand beneath the bed and probed a finger into my crack. We found each other’s sphincters at almost the same moment—I won by a heartbeat—and circled them.

It sent tingles through me as she toyed with mine. I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my digit into her tight bowels. I plunged into the same asshole my brother had fucked before. I squealed as her finger wiggled into mine.

We fingered each other’s asses and ate each other’s pussies. Such excitement burned through me. I groaned, lost in my world of darkness and passion, humping against her lips. Her finger felt so amazing as it reamed my bowels, probing in so deep. Her asshole clenched on my plunging finger, her tongue flailing at my clit.

I groaned louder and louder, bucking, shuddering, my orgasm building.

“That’s it,” James moaned. “Cum on each other’s faces. Give each other such passion.”

I squealed louder, my asshole clenching on her finger, my pussy on her probing tongue. She shoved it in so deep, probing the hole my brother loved to fuck. I jammed my tongue deep into her naughty cunt, licking around, driving her wild.

The pressure swelled, stirred by her tongue and finger. I jammed my finger so deep into her velvety bowels, squirming. The tide rose and rose in me. And then the rapture washed through my body.

I came.

I moaned into her pussy, juices gushing from mine. She made such a pleased groan as she lapped them up. She squirmed hard, her hot pussy rubbing on my lips. Her sweet juices flooded out fast as her bowels writhed about my fingers.

I made her cum, too.

“Yes,” panted James. “You’re loving each other.”

She squirmed on my face, her nipples rubbing into my stomach, as we both bucked and came. Pleasure roared through my body. It shot through me. It drove me wild. I moaned into her cunt as it washed through me, driving me wild.

I made a woman cum, and I had no idea who she was. What she looked like. This was the hottest thing ever.

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James Wilson

“Now kiss each other,” I groaned, watching my mom and sister writhe in an incestuous sixty-nine. It was so hot seeing them heave together in the candlelight, flickering oranges dancing across their naked bodies.

They both panted as Mom rose, her tits heaving, and spun around. She straddled her daughter’s belly, leaning down. Their breasts pressed together right before their lips met in a hot, taboo kiss. My dick throbbed so damned hard as mother and daughter kissed, sharing each other’s juices.

I reached out as they kissed, their tongues dancing. I grabbed both their blindfolds, easing them off as they humped and writhed, lost to the passion. They both blinked, breaking the kiss, staring into the other’s eyes.

Mom gasped, rising up. “Jenny!”

“Mom!” my sister screeched, her arms instinctively covering her round breasts as Mom rolled off of her. “What the fuck!”

“What are you doing…?” Mom looked at me, her eyes so wide.

“You!” My sister gasped. “You’re his girlfriend? What the hell, Mom! I’m the trollop? You’re fucking your own son!”

“You were knocked up by your own brother,” Mom hissed back, her tits heaving.

“Enough!” I roared, kneeling between them.

They both whipped their heads around to look at me, flinching.

“I am so goddamn tired of your fighting,” I growled. “You’re both my women. And you’re both pregnant with my child.”

“What?” Jenny gasped. She shot mom a glaring look. “Who’s the hussy n—”

“I said enough!” My words cracked.

Jenny flinched.

“You two just made love to each other. You just came hard on each other’s lips. You kissed with such passion.” I stared at them both. “You’re both my hussies or sluts or whatever. You’re both my lovers. And you both have been acting so catty. I never should have made promises to either of you to keep quiet. But you…” I glared at them as they both gave me these heart-melting looks. “Yes, those ones. I love you both. You have no reason to fight. You both came here to meet my other woman and have a hot threesome.”

“It’s just…” Jenny swallowed. “She’s our mother.”

“And?” I asked. “You ate her pussy and loved it.”

Mom looked at my sister. She bit her lip. “I’ve been a real bitch to you.”

“Yeah,” Jenny said, her voice frosty.

“It’s just…” Mom shivered. “I was jealous. I saw how you were behaving around your brother, and then you were pregnant and lying. It made me think you were like that…woman.”

“Woman…?” My sister frowned. “You mean dad’s new wife?”

Mom nodded.

“You thought I was going to poach James from you.” Jenny grinned. “You think I’m hot, huh? That I’m cute and sexy.”

“You are beautiful, honey,” Mom said, her hand reaching out, touching Jenny’s hip. “And, yes, I was afraid. I finally seduced him after being so horny for him and… then there you were, pregnant. Suddenly, you were a woman. And a woman who was half-naked and vulnerable and so beautiful. James looked at you, wanting to protect you, and… I just…turned into a bitch.”

“Yeah,” Jenny said. “You did.”

“I’m sorry.” Mom scooted closer. “Can you…forgive me?”

I tensed, staring at Jenny. My sister glanced at me then back at mom. “Well, I guess. You did make me cum. And I was sooooooo horny. Just ask James.”

I relaxed. “She was begging for it all morning.”

And then they kissed. This time, their incestuous kiss was conscious. They knew who each other were. And it was even hotter. Their tongues fenced as their bodies melted together. I shuddered, staring at my gorgeous mom and sexy sister loving each other.

My dick thrust so hard before me as I watched in awe. Finally, everything that I had hoped for was happening.

And it was just as beautiful as I imagined.

Mom broke the kiss, her eyes glancing at me. “Your brother looks so hard.”

Jenny giggled. “Maybe we should help him out?”

“Maybe.” Mom grinned at my sister. “Ideas?”

“Let’s blow him!”

“Yes,” I groaned as they both rose, their hands reaching for my cock.

My mom and sister pressed their faces together as they leaned into my cock. They looked up at me, Mom’s eyes dark, Jenny’s blue, but their faces were so much alike. The same noses, the same cheekbones. Jenny’s had that youthful vitality while Mom’s had that mature beauty. Their hands were both soft.

And their tongues…

I groaned as their tongues swirled about the tip of my cock. My entire body shook as my mom and sister licked around the spongy crown of my cock, their tongues sweeping up my precum, brushing each other’s in the process. It made my dick ache so badly. I groaned, my cock throbbing as they lathed my tip, loving me.

“Damn,” I groaned, my balls boiling already. “That’s so hot.”

“Mmm, this is what Mommy’s big, strong son wants?” she purred before lapping again. “His sexy sister and his naughty Mommy sucking his cock together.”

“Oh, yes,” giggled Jenny. “Look at his face. He’s in paradise.”

“I am,” I groaned.

Both their lips nuzzled into my cock. They sucked on the spongy tip. I groaned, my cock throbbing in their grip. My balls ached more, the pressure swelling in them. After watching the pair make love, and being horny all morning long for this, I was on the edge of erupting. Their cheeks hollowed as they both suckled and nursed at my cock, making such naughty sounds.

I groaned, my dick throbbing in their stroking grips. Both their hands worked up and down my shaft, moving together as they loved me. Their lips nudged, their tongues licking again, meeting, kissing around the head of my cock.

“You two are so hot,” I panted.

“Mmm, and your cock is so sexy,” moaned Mom. “Mommy raised such a hung son.”

“You did,” Jenny grinned. “I love him in my pussy. He reaches so deep in me.”

Mom nodded in agreement.

“You gave us good genes, Mom,” Jenny said, rubbing her cheek against Mom.

“I must have. Your father isn’t this big.” Mom giggled wickedly. “He’s so small compared to your brother.”

“Mmm, then we’re so lucky.”

“Yeah,” I groaned then shuddered as my sister and mom both went back to sucking on the tip of my cock.

Their dual suction had me trembling. It was so amazing, two lips sucking on the side, their tongues brushing. They looked up at me with such loving eyes. My mother and sister were both so horny for me. Both so hungry for my cock.

It was so amazing. My balls tightened. Jenny’s hands found them, playing with them while she nuzzled her lips closer to Mom’s. They brushed, kissing each other again, the tip of my cock still between their lips.

It was the hottest thing in the world.

“Fuck!” I grunted and erupted.

My cum splashed across both their lips and faces. They both pulled back slightly, letting my cum spurt across their features. Mother and daughter moaned in delight as my cum rained across their faces. Thick and white lines painted cheeks and foreheads, dribbling down to their hungry lips.

I shuddered, the pleasure burning so hot through me. I bucked with each blast, grunting as I savored this wonderful moment of incestuous passion. I covered both my mom and sister in thick, pearly jizz.

And then they turned and licked at each other’s faces. They moaned, hungry for my salty cum. My dick stayed hard as their pink tongues bathed each other’s cheeks and foreheads. They scooped up my cum, holding it in their mouths.

Until they kissed, shoving my cum back and forth.

“Yes,” I groaned in pure delight. We were finally a loving family again. And it was so hot watching them snowball my cum.

They passed my cum back and forth a few more times before they broke apart. Jenny looked up at me, such a mischievous grin on her face. “You need to fuck Mom’s pussy.”

“Oh, honey, maybe he should fuck yours,” Mom said. “I’m your mother. I have to make sacrifices for my children.”

“Such a wicked mommy,” giggled Jenny.

“The wickedest,” she agreed, her voice purring.

My cock throbbed, still so hard.

“But you have to go first, Mom,” grinned Jenny. “I want to lick James’s cum out of your pussy. I’m so hungry for it.”

“Yes,” I panted.

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<strogn>Dr. Bernice Wilson

“Fuck her, big brother,” my daughter moaned as she pulled my hair, yanking my face down to her wet pussy.

This time, I knew whose pussy I ate. “Mommy’s going to make her baby girl cum so hard,” I moaned between licks of her tart passion. “Just explode.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Such a bad, slutty Mommy. Isn’t she?”

“She is,” my son said and smacked my ass.

I groaned, wiggling my hips, my pussy dripping with excitement. Sucking his cock together was so hot. And I knew that this would be amazing. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock ram into my ccunt and stir me up while I devoured my daughter’s pussy.

I squeezed her ass, pulling her tight as my tongue plunged into her hot depths. James rubbed his cock on my pussy, making me squirm. And then he thrust into me. I moaned into my daughter’s cunt, my son filling my snatch to the brim.

“Yes, fuck our naughty mommy!” screamed Jenny, humping her pussy against me, her round breasts jiggling. “I want to lick your cum fresh out of her pussy. Licking it off her panties just wasn’t enough.”

I shivered, my pussy clenching, remembering that pink thong smearing across my lips as I lapped James’s cum mixed with her pussy juices off of it. I should have known it was her panties. I just didn’t recognize them.

Smart of James to buy new pairs.

His balls thwacked into my clit as he pounded my cunt. Friction burned in my cunt as I savored the incestuous thrill of my son ramming over and over into me. I moaned into my daughter’s hot snatch. Her juices flowed, the tart cream coating my lips and chin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed, her brown hair flying. “Oh, big brother, fuck our naughty mommy! She’s moaning so loudly into my pussy.”

“Because you have such a juicy, succulent pussy,” I moaned, moving my right hand. I spread her open. I hadn’t seen her pussy since she was a child. She had matured, but still had that tight, girlish slit.

I licked through it, savoring her silky folds on my lips, my pussy clenching around my son’s cock.

I was trapped between my two children. They both humped against me. Jenny seized my bleached-blonde curls. She held on with a death grip as she smeared her hot pussy on my lips. James fucked me just as hard, ramming that wonderful cock over and over into my pregnant snatch.

We were both pregnant. James had bred the pussy I ate. My children had made me a grandchild. It was so hot. My pussy clenched so hard as my tongue swirled through my daughter’s depths, probing as deep as I could, my fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Mommy!” she squealed, bucking so hard, those round tits so delicious as they bounced. “Oh, my god, Mommy. You’re amazing. Oh, wow. Oh, big brother, she’s going to make me cum.”

“Good,” James growled, thrusting so hard. “Cum on her face. She’s such a naughty mommy. She wants it. She loves making her children cum.”

“I’m such a bad Mommy,” I breathed between licks, bucking my hips back into my son’s hard thrusts.

His cock churned such a frothy bliss through me. I groaned, my eyes widening as he reamed over and over into my depths. I shivered, pumping my hips. My tongue danced through my daughter’s folds, eating her out as he fucked me with such passion.

His cock sawed in and out of me. The rapture surged through me. I loved it. I had made both these children. It was like I raised them to please me.

I shivered at the thought, my heavy tits swaying beneath me, nipples grazing the covers. The pressure swelled in my pussy. I was so drunk on the incestuous passion of loving my son and daughter at the same time.

I rubbed my finger harder on my daughter’s clit as I tongued so deep into her tart pussy.

“Mommy!” she moaned, panting so loudly. She squirmed, the bed creaking. “Oh, my god, Mommy!”

“Cum!” James groaned, his thrusts so hard. He smacked over and over into my ass with his crotch. I loved it. His balls hit my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Cream her face!”

“Yes!”

Jenny bucked so hard. Hot juices gushed out of her pussy. I drank her tart flood. I gulped down her cream. More spilled over my chin and cheeks. I shuddered, a heady thrill shooting through me. I made my daughter cum again.

I kept rubbing her clit, hearing her gasp and moan as her orgasm rippled through her one after the other. She squealed each time, pulling on my hair. It was so hot. My pussy drank in the friction of my son’s thrusting dick as I lapped through my daughter’s folds.

I was such a naughty mommy.

I came.

My pussy spasmed on my son’s cock. It writhed about his dick. James groaned, feeling my orgasming pussy. He slammed into my depths. I shuddered as his cum spurted so hot into my pussy. Blast after blast of jizz shot into me. I quivered, milking his dick as his incestuous cum filled me.

The pleasure shot through my mind. It burst across my brain. I moaned into my daughter’s cumming snatch, her juices flooding around my lips. My every breath was filled with her tart passion as the rapture screamed across my mind.

We were such a loving family. He had bred us both. Jenny wouldn’t steal James away from me because she shared him with me.

My pleasure peaked as James groaned, “Fuck, that was good, Mom. I love cumming in your depths.”

“I bet,” giggled Jenny. “Did you fire a lot of cum in there for me?” She licked her lips.

“Come find out,” James groaned.

“Yes, eat out Mommy’s naughty pussy,” I moaned as James pulled his cock out of me.

I rolled over onto my back, my right hand clamped over my cunt to trap in every drop of my son’s jizz. My daughter rushed around me, bouncing like a little girl about to get cotton candy at the fair, her blue eyes so bright.

James grinned, his cock glistening with my juices as Jenny settled down between my legs. She buried her face into my cunt and devoured me with such a happy look on her face. She groaned, tasting my son’s cum leaking out of my pussy.

“Oh, that’s so delicious,” she groaned. “Salty and sweet. I love it. Thank you, Mommy, for making this yummy creampie.”

“Your brother helped,” I laughed. “He churned your Mommy’s cunt up to a hot froth.”

“I can taste that,” Jenny purred before she lapped again, digging my son’s cum out of my cunt.

James grinned, his dick twitching, glistening with juices. I licked my lips. “Honey, let Mommy get you nice and hard for your sister.”

“You are the best mother in the world,” he groaned.

“Uh-huh,” Jenny said, popping her head up, her lips smeared with pussy cream and cum. This was so hot. “Just the best.”

I had never felt so happy in my live. I couldn’t believe this. I had my son and daughter loving me. We were a happy family.

I opened my mouth as James moved closer. I sucked his cock into my lips, savoring my sweet musk coating him. He groaned, his dick throbbing and twitching. He stared down at me with such passion in his eyes.

I shivered, humping against my daughter’s hungry tongue. She licked and lapped, scooping so much jizz out of my pussy. I shivered, my pussy clenching. My heart beat so fast in my chest as I squirmed against her hungry tongue.

I came.

I moaned about my son’s cock, my juices flooding into my daughter’s hungry lips. She lapped them down, her blue eyes twinkling as they stared up at me. James stared down, his eyes the same azure hue. He stroked my hair, groaning as his dick grew harder and harder.

I was getting him ready to fuck my daughter. As the rapture melted my mind, that thought made me cum harder.

I loved our family. I was so glad we weren’t fighting any longer. But loving each other now. It was the best.

And soon, Jenny and I would both be showing, our bellies growing round together. Our milk coming in…

James was one lucky, young man.

To be continued…

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The police investigation continues, digging into Clint’s graduation day and his incestuous antics. That day, his mother swells with naughty pride and has a creamy treat for her hunky son!

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Three: A Mother’s Incestuous Pride

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

December 17th, 2026 – Detective Nelson Tucker

Excitement rushed through me at what Tad Blake had just said. He knew about Clint Elliston’s incestuous relationship with his sisters. I wanted to nail that pervert. I sat across from Tad in the interview room at my precinct in the Sacramento Police Department. My partner, a young woman named Sunny Salvage, sat beside me. She had a great poker face, her mirrored sunglasses hiding any excitement.

“What do you know about Clint and his sisters?” I asked.

Tad, a slovenly man in his mid-twenties, grimaced. He tapped the picture before him. It was from Clint’s college graduation. He was in his cap and gown, his younger sister Alicia sitting on his lap. She looked like a little girl instead of a sophomore coed. Beside Clint sat his “first cousin” Melody. Her gown was open, her naked body on display, Clint’s hand between her thigh clearly fingering her in public. On paper, they were cousins, but rumors buzzed that she was really Clint’s half-sister.

Apparently, the deceased Clinton Elliston Sr. had been screwing his wife’s sister, Melody’s mother. We couldn’t find any existence of Melody’s father, a supposed Canadian.

“He’s probably got his dick in Alicia here,” said Tad. He tapped her. Alicia was Clint’s sister for certain. “She liked to sit on his lap and play a little girl, letting her skirt hide the fact they were having sex.”

Disgusting. His own sister? And in public?

“Any proof?” I asked. You couldn’t see that they were having sex, just that he was fingering his “first cousin.” That was legal in the State of California. They could marry and have children, too.

“No,” said Tad. He leaned back in his chair. “But Alicia is six months pregnant in this picture. Everyone at our college knew he was the father of her child even though she claimed it was some Canadian boy she met and who had gone back home before she knew she was pregnant. A one night stand.”

“Yeah, we’ve heard that one before,” said Sunny, her voice tight. “Tell us about this day.”

Darkness flashed across Tad’s face. Pain. “It was our graduation day. A fucking terrible day.”

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June 23rd, 2018 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

“I am so proud of you, Clint,” my mom said. She had just given birth to our son, Clinton Ellison III, a few days ago. She looked so sexy right now. She’d rebounded fast from her pregnancy thanks to some herbal remedies from Mrs. Hiragawa’s pharmacy. Mom’s breasts were a little bigger. They were now the same size as Zoey’s. Milk beaded at her nipples.

I loved breast milk.

“Your father would be so proud, too, if he were here,” Mom continued as she advanced on me, her large tits swaying. Her fat, dark-red nipples looked so delectable decorated with her creamy milk. “You’re graduating. Oh, Clint…” Her eyes misted with tears as she reached me. Her hands slid down my black graduation gown. It was open. I was naked beneath it, my cock hard.

“And would he be thrilled to have you congratulating me naked?” I asked, my hands hefting her heavy breasts. I squeezed them.

Milk squirted from both nipples, splashing on my bare chest.

“Mmm,” she purred, leaning down. Her dyed-blonde hair swept over her cheeks. “Your father would want me to be happy. I know he’s happy watching us from heaven.” Her tongue licked up my chest, gathering her milk. A tingle raced over my skin. “He’s waiting for me and Vicky up there. He’s glad that you’re taking care of us.”

I stared down at her. She was a submissive woman who was first tamed and dominated by my father when they were nineteen. She had proven her devotion by delivering her younger sister, my Aunt Vicky, to Dad. They both became his slaves. They bore tattoos proving it. They had a triangle tattooed over their hearts, a C in the top corner, a V and C in the lower corners.

“And you’ve done such a good job taking care of us, Clint,” Mom purred. “You’ve been such a hunky son and strong Master to us.”

She had been drowning after Dad’s death. Dominating her had saved her from her drinking and depression. She had come back to life serving Melody, Pam, and me. Her hungry eyes stared into mine, her fingers biting into my shoulders.

“Master, may I show you how proud I am of you?” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut wants to love you. You’re such a hunky and strong and powerful son. You make your Mommy-slut so wet.”

My hands squeezed her tits. I loved digging my fingers into her breasts. They were so soft and delicious. “Granted, slave.”

She purred in hunger and pushed me back. I hit the edge of the bed behind me and sank down on it. Mom mounted my thighs. Her large breasts swayed before my face as her hands slid down my muscular chest to my rippling abs.

“God, you make your Mommy-slut so wet,” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut’s so hot and aching for you. You’re such a sexy son. God, your Mommy-slut wants you in her pussy.”

“Whenever you want it,” I said, grinning at her. “I’ll give my Mommy-slut the pleasure her horny cunt needs.”

She lowered herself down to my cock, guiding my tip to her pussy. Her brown bush caressed the tip. She was one of my few women I let have pubic hair. I liked the contrast of her dyed hair not matching her carpet. The silky hairs caressed my crown. Pleasure rippled down my shaft.

Then her cuntlips engulfed the tip of my cock. Incestuous heaven surrounded my dick. My mother slid lower and lower down my cock. She moaned, her back arching as she sank her cunt down my dick. Her moans echoed through the bedroom, a wanton sound of a woman getting the itch in her snatch scratched by a big dick.

Her son’s dick.

“Master!” she moaned as she bottomed out on my cock. “Oh, your Mommy-slut loves her big son’s dick in her. It’s where you belong! Back inside your Mommy-slut’s cunt!”

“Yes,” I growled and nuzzled my lips against her breast. I latched onto her nipple. Her fat nub felt amazing in my mouth. I suckled on her.

Her milk squirted into my mouth. She moaned, her cunt squeezing around my dick. She wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her twat around my cock in a slow, mind-numbing undulation. Her pussy gripped me. Then she slid up and down my cock. Not fast. Slow.

She took her time, savoring my cock while I enjoyed her milk and pussy.

That hot, creamy breast milk flowed into my mouth. My mother’s milk. I drank this as a babe from her tits, and now she was nursing me again while riding my dick. My hands grabbed her ass. I squeezed her rump and suckled hard.

I gulped down her milk. The creamy treat flowed down my mouth. I suckled and nursed on her with hunger. Her milk splashed against the roof of my mouth. That sweet delight, with a cantaloupe aftertaste, poured down my throat. It warmed my stomach, the heat flowing to my cock held in her juicy cunt.

“Oh, Master, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, your Mommy-slut is so happy to nurse you again!” Her cunt slammed down me then gripped me as she slid back up. The friction transformed into bliss that flowed down my dick. “Your Mommy-slut loves suckling you again! You’re in your Mommy-slut’s pussy and nursing from her tits!”

Her throaty passion echoed through the room. She slammed down me again. She engulfed my cock over and over in her delicious, tight cunt. I had come from this pussy, just like my two sisters and now my first son. I had bred my own mother and now enjoyed her milk.

I loved it.

My fingers dug into her rump. I squeezed her ass and lifted her up my cock. She whimpered. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed. She impaled her cunt down my dick. Her pussy massaged my shaft over and over. The pleasure spilled through my body. An amazing heat that rippled through my veins. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She stirred around me.

Teased me. Loved me.

It was a delicious treat to experience my mother in every way. I gulped down her breast milk. My dick throbbed in the incestuous grip of her cunt. My balls tightened as she slammed down me. Her pubic hair rubbed against my stomach as she rose up my long cock. Her cream dribbled down my shaft and soaked my balls.

My fingers dug into her flexing ass. Her moans sang around the room. I stirred such passion in my mother. My incestuous sex slave worshiped me with her cunt. With her sweet breast milk. I gulped it down. I loved it.

“Oh, my god,” Mom moaned. “Your Mommy-slut loves your dick! Loves nursing her strong son! Your Mommy-slut wants to cum on your cock.”

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “When I cum, you can have all the pleasure you want, Mommy-slut.”

“Thank you, Master!” she moaned and slammed down my cock.

I shifted my head over and latched onto her other nipple. I suckled hard on it. The milk fired into my mouth. That hot and creamy treat. Her breasts jiggled, her left rubbing into my cheek as I nursed from the right. My fingers slid into the crack of her ass. My digits slid lower and lower until I found her sphincter.

I thrust my middle digit into her bowels.

“Master!” she squealed, her pussy squeezing tight about my cock as she impaled herself down it. “Oh, Mommy-slut loves everything her strong Master-son does to her!”

Her asshole gripped my digit. I fucked it in and out of her bowels. My orgasm built and built. I gulped down her milk as I teased her. The heat around my cock swelled. Her juicy, incestuous twat massaged me. I suckled with hunger on her nipple.

She slammed down my cock. She engulfed me again and again. My cock erupted. I fired my incestuous seed into my mother’s cunt. The pleasure slammed through me. I growled around her nipple as I suckled as hard as I could.

“Master!” she howled and joined me in rapture.

Her pussy engulfed me to the hilt as my cum erupted into her cunt. My hot jizz fired into her convulsing twat. My mother’s snatch milked my cock. Spurt after spurt of my seed pumped into her. It spilled into my mother while her juices gushed out around my shaft.

Her passion bathed my balls. She trembled on my lap. Her pussy writhed around my cock. Her asshole massaged my finger pumping in and out of her. I growled around her nipple. I suckled as hard as I could. Her milk squirted into my mouth as my jizz squirted into her pussy.

“Oh, Master, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut is so proud of you! You’re graduating! I love you so much!”

I ripped my mouth from her nipple. I kissed my mother as her cunt milked out the last of my cum. The pleasure peaked in me. My body buzzed with bliss as I thrust a tongue laden with her sweet cream into her mouth. My tongue darted around inside of her mouth. Our lips worked together.

“Don’t you two look beautiful together,” Melody sighed. My queen watched us from the doorway wearing her graduation gown. It was open to show off her naked body beneath.

Pam, her cap perched on her head, peered over Melody’s shoulder. My Japanese half-sister smiled. “Yes, they do.”

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Melody Samuels

After seeing Clint and Aunt Cheryl having sex, I was on fire. Of course, we had to get going to our graduation. Pam, Clint, and I were all graduating from college. No more having fun at this school. Melody and I were off to law school while Pam would pursue her psychiatrist degree. The entire family was heading to the Golden State Arena in downtown Sacramento where it would be held. I sat beside my daughter in her car seat on the ride. She had to face backward since she was only a year old. She looked so beautiful.

“Your mommy and daddy are graduating today,” I told her. She yawned and looked up at me. I smiled. “One day, it’ll be you. And your daddy and I will be so proud of you.”

When we arrived, my mom took my daughter, Zoey took Pam’s, and Aunt Cheryl had her new son cradled in her arms. He was so cute, too. A third generation of Clinton Ellistons. I bet he would grow up into a sexy man like his father.

Clint, Pam, and I headed into the waiting area with the rest of our graduating class. We nodded to our classmates. They were all excited. So was I. I was horny, too. My pussy burst with passion. I found a chair and sank down on it. With a casual gesture, I opened my robe.

Everyone in at college knew I was an exhibitionist slut. I bared my naked body, round breasts coming into view. I shuddered, my blonde hair falling down my back in a thick braid. I spread my legs, flashing my shaved twat at Clint and everyone else.

They had all seen us fuck. Clint and I had a little hiccup in our relationship a few months ago. I got a little jealous of all the time he was giving to other girls. The Mihara twins, Mrs. Umayyah and her cadre of schoolgirl prostitutes, and more. I almost cheated on Clint. It shocked me at how my jealousy had skirted the line.

Clint had adjusted things. He paid more attention to his sisters, especially Pam and me, and I had found myself more devoted to him than ever. I saw what I almost gave up, what I almost ruined, and vowed to let nothing ever destroy us again.

“Feeling frisky, Melody?” Clint asked as he sauntered over.

“Uh-huh,” I said. I bit my lip. “You know me. When we’re in a crowd, I’m always feeling frisky and naughty.”

He sank down in the chair beside me and boldly shoved his hand between my thighs. The other students were watching us. I shuddered in delight, my eyes flicking across the room at them. Tim Yates nodded to me. Brothers and sisters, sons and mothers, daughters and fathers were all having so much fun. Coach Young had found love with his daughter thanks to Clint. I helped Becky Yates seduce her brother. Tad Blake, who was watching us, had fucked his sister.

Lee had filmed them a couple of times.

I shuddered as Clint rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy. My milk-laden breasts jiggled. I arched my back, loving every moment of his digits caressing my twat. His fingers felt amazing. He brushed my clit. Teased my labia.

Thrust into my cunt.

He plunged his digits deep into my snatch. I savored the pleasure. My half-brother’s digits felt amazing. It was a wondrous delight to experience. My twat squeezed tight around his digits. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and squirmed in my seat. This awesome pleasure surged through my body.

“Look at Melody,” someone in the crowd whispered.

“Of course, the slut’s getting fingered.”

“Damn, Clint is lucky to have all those sisters.”

“Is she really his sister?”

“I hear Clint’s dad had a thing for sisters, too. He and Melody are definitely not cousins.”

It made me so wet. I beamed at the audience. Pam watched, surreptitiously masturbating. She had pulled her right arm into her robe. It moved beneath her black gown. Her fingers caressed her twat the way Clint’s stroked mine. She was such a voyeur.

She liked to watch, and I loved to be seen. We were the perfect pair to be Clint’s girlfriends. No one suspected she was our sister. That made it so hot. My cunt squeezed down on Clint’s digits. I whimpered and shuddered.

My chair creaked beneath me as I moaned, “Oh, god, Clint, you’re such a stud. You’re going to accept your diploma with my cunt juices on your hand.”

“Go Melody!” whooped Tad, his eyes hungry. He was probably thinking of doing things with his younger sister. He pulled out his phone and started texting. I wonder to who? His sister? Was he organizing his own hot fun before the ceremony?

“You’re such a slut, Melody! I love it!” shouted Svetlana.

I winked at her, my breasts jiggling. I squirmed and jiggled. My breasts bounced. Milk trickled from my nubs, the hot milk running across my round tits.

“God, Clint, you are so lucky. I wish I had a sister!”

“Make that whore cum!”

“Mmm, I am such a whore!” I moaned. “Clint’s whore!”

“She’ll cum,” Clint said, his voice a confident growl. He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt while his thumb rubbed at my clit. He stroked me. Teased me. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching around his digits. “Won’t you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned, my orgasm building faster and faster. “So fucking hard!”

Pink flashed in the corner of my eyes. To my shock, Alicia appeared. I didn’t know how our little sister got into the back area, but there she was. She wore a pink dress that made her already petite and girlish frame seem even younger than nineteen. The skirt started right beneath her breasts, falling in pink delight down her body. She had layers of petticoats beneath. It hid her growing pregnancy.

She was six months, her belly nice and round, but you couldn’t tell unless you looked carefully at her.

Her glasses flashed on her cute face, her light-brown pigtails flowing behind her. She darted up, turned around, and mounted his lap. She squirmed around, her hand reaching behind her to adjust her skirt. She let out a whimper. Clint a groan.

The little slut just sat down on his cock. That was how she conceived her twins with Clint. Right in the cafeteria, she’d pretended to sit on his lap like she always did. Right now, she looked so innocent perched on Clint’s lap.

You’d never know she had a cock in her.

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Alicia Elliston

It felt so wonderful to slide my pregnant pussy down Clint’s cock. I giggled with girlish delight to be impaled on my big brother’s cock. He groaned. Melody shuddered beside us. My big sister trembled, breasts jiggling. Milk gleamed as it ran white down her tits.

“Oh, cupcake, how naughty of you to be here,” Melody moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure.

“I just had to wish my big brother good luck,” I moaned, squeezing my cunt around his cock. I felt so naughty to be sitting on his lap. For him to be in me. My hands rubbed at my belly. I was so round. I would have my big brother’s twins. A son and daughter.

It would be so amazing.

A smartphone flashed as Tad snapped a picture of us.

I beamed. No one could know I had my pregnant pussy around my big brother’s cock. I clenched and relaxed my cunt. I had worked so hard on my Kegels to pleasure his dick this way. It was so hot to pretend to be a little girl sitting on her big brother’s lap while actually having sex with him.

We’d done it in the mall. On the Ferris wheel. At the movies.

“Damn, my little princess,” panted Clint. My brother wrapped his arm around me. He cupped my belly. Our twins grew inside of me. It was so wonderful. “Work that naughty, little cunt on my dick.”

“Mmm, you are such a hot slut, cupcake,” Melody purred, her voice soft. “Our brother’s going to make us cum.”

His digits plundered in and out of Melody’s cunt. It was incredible to participate in. I squirmed, stirring my cunt around his cock. I massaged him by clenching and relaxing. He groaned, savoring my pregnant twat while I reveled in his cock reaching so deep into me.

I whimpered. My back arched. My small breasts jiggled beneath my dress. I squeezed down on his shaft. This wonderful passion surged through me. I whimpered, staring out at all the students watching us. I bet they knew what I was doing.

Pam did.

My Japanese half-sister watched us as she masturbated beneath her graduation gown. She looked so hot. So naughty. I smiled at her, giving her all my girlish charm. She shuddered and bit her lower lip. Her arm moved faster beneath her robe.

She pleasured herself with vigor.

I clenched and relaxed my twat on my big brother’s cock. The stimulation rippled through me. My pregnant pussy quivered around him. I could already feel that wonderful orgasm building and building inside of me. This wonderful explosion of bliss which would consume me. It would be incredible. I would explode in delight.

In quivering rapture.

“Damn, princess,” groaned Clint, his free hand rubbing over my pregnant belly. “You are such a naughty and sexy and wicked little sister.”

“Yes, she is,” moaned Melody. “Oh, my god, Clint, this is so hot. Cupcake, you’re such a treasure. Oh, yes, yes!”

Melody threw back her head. Her body spasmed. I watched her breasts heaving, milk bubbling from her nipples. She moaned while the seniors around us cheered. They loved her. I loved her, too. My cunt grew hotter. My pregnant pussy massaged Clint’s cock as I watched my older half-sister cum.

Melody’s blonde braid swayed behind her. She gasped and moaned. She bucked on her chair. Her legs kicked out. Her eyes squeezed shut. She moaned my big brother’s name, crying out in delight. A huge smile crossed her lips as she hit the peak of her orgasm.

“Oh, Clint, thank you,” she panted. “I needed that.”

“I bet you did,” Clint said and kept fingering her.

“Ooh, you are such a stud!” She trembled. “Make me cum again.”

“Oh, do it, big brother,” I said and bounced on his lap like an excited girl.

My pussy slid a few inches up and down his cock. I groaned, savoring the stimulation of his shaft. My pregnant cunt massaged my brother’s dick as I clapped in excitement. He groaned as I pleasured him.

I was so close to my own orgasm. To that wonderful delight. Clint nuzzled into my hair. He nibbled on my ear. My glasses slipped on my nose. My pigtails danced as I pleasured Clint’s dick. This hot pleasure rippled through me. My breasts jiggled, nipples throbbing.

“Big brother,” I whimpered softly. Everyone was focusing on Melody as she moaned and gasped. She spasmed through another orgasm. “Oh, yes, big brother.”

“Let me feel that pussy spasming around my cock, my sexy, little princess,” Clint cooed, his voice soft. I barely heard him.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, I will.”

My orgasm built and built as I bounced on his cock. The friction of his dick inside of me was incredible. It was such a delight. It was incredible. My head tossed back and forth. My pigtails swayed. My cunt squeezed around his shaft. My pregnant pussy brimmed with desire.

“Oh, fucking yes, Clint!” howled Melody. “This is how a stud makes a woman cum!”

“Yes,” I whimpered and joined her.

Clint’s cock sent me over the edge. My pregnant pussy convulsed and spasmed. That wonderful heat rippled through me. This was incredible. It was the best delight in the world. Waves of bliss surged through my body. I whimpered, fighting not to show the ecstasy surging through my flesh.

Clint grunted. His cock erupted his incestuous seed into my bred depths. He pumped that wonderful cum that started our twins. He filled me with it. I whimpered, my pleasure increasing. I bit my lower lip, heat burning across my face.

Pleasure burned through my mind.

My big brother’s cum flooded my spasming pussy. My cunt milked him. My toes curled in my Mary Jane shoes. My legs kicked. Spurt after hot spurt of his spunk fired into me. It was so wonderful. I treasured every blast, eager for the next bit of fun to come.

“You’re such a goddamn stud, Clint!” Melody howled.

“And you’re such a slut, Melody!” a girl yelled. “I love it! You’re so brave!”

“Yes,” Pam whimpered, her own body trembling as she joined us in cumming.

“Melody! I wish you were my sister!”

“You’re a fucking stud, Clint!”

“You are, big brother,” I moaned as my orgasm peaked. My pussy milked out the last of his spunk into my cunt.

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Tad Blake

My sister appeared at the door to the waiting area. I was so hard from watching that lucky bastard Clint. When Alicia appeared and clearly mounted his cock while he fingered Melody, the sight had caused my blood to boil. I needed my sister. I wanted Erica on my cock.

The last year had been incredible. I had my own sister-slut. I fucked her every chance I got. She loved my cock. I pumped my jizz into all three of her holes. She always protested when we did it at school, but I always convinced her.

And now I wanted to convince her to fuck me here.

“What?” she asked, this wary look on her round face. Her bleached-blonde hair spilled down to her shoulders. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, stretching tight her purple blouse over those tits.

“I want you,” I said, grabbed her arms. “I’m so fucking hard for you. I want to get my diploma knowing your sitting between Mom and Dad full of my cum.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “No.”

I blinked. “No?”

“There are people around,” she said. “We’ll be seen.”

“I know,” I groaned. I pulled her hand down to my cock. I pressed her into my girth. “That’ll make it hot.”

She ripped her hand away from me. “You just want me for sex.”

I blinked at that. “Well, yeah, you’re my slut.” I grinned at her. “You’re my sexy sister-slut. I know you love squealing—”

She slapped me. Hard. My head snapped to the side. My cheek stung. I blinked against it. I tasted blood. I gaped at her while rubbing my tender face. What was this? She loved my cock. She loved being my slut. She said it all the time.

Anger surged through me. I grabbed both her arms in tight grips. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you’re at least going to suck my cock. I need to fucking cum.”

“No,” she hissed. “Let me fucking go, Tad!”

“You’re mine!”

“I’m not just a thing!” She struggled. “I thought you loved me, but you don’t, do you?”

I gaped at her. “Don’t you find it hot that you’re a thing? An incestuous fuck toy for me to play with? I thought you loved being my slut!”

“I loved you!” she snarled. “But not any longer. Let me go!”

“I’ll prove that you’re my slut!” I growled, squeezing her arms. She winced and gasped as I pressed her down onto her knees then fumbled to open my robe and pull out my cock. “You’re going to suck it and love it!”

As I reached in to pull out my cock, her head slammed forward. I gasped as she headbutted my hard cock and balls. Pain flared. My hand slipped. She burst away from me and backed up. “I’m telling Mom and Dad what you’ve been making me do, you bastard!” Tears beaded her eyes. “I hate you!”

She turned and fled as I staggered to the side. I grabbed the doorway to support myself, groaning.

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Leann “Lee” Samuels

“Did you do it, Princess?” I asked. Right now, I had to call Alicia princess. She changed how I had to address her from time to time. All payback from when I was a bullying bitch to her. I needed a strong Master to take me in hand.

Thank god Clint had done it. I had bugged him, called him Lint, drove him wild until he seized me by the scruff of the neck and showed me why I was such a brat. I was a masochistic slut who needed dominance and humiliation, punishment and pain.

“Yes!” Alicia said, her voice echoing through the restroom. She hurried back to the handicap stall where I waited. The graduation ceremony was about to start, but it would be boring speeches. “Everyone was distracted by our big brother fingering Melody that I milked his cock dry without anyone noticing.”

“Ooh, what a naughty princess,” I moaned, licking my lips. “Do you need to be cleaned up.”

“I do,” she said, a hungry glint in her eyes. She opened the handicap stall and slipped in. “On your knees, slut!”

“Yes, Princess,” I moaned and did just that, so eager to serve her.

Alicia lifted her skirt. It had layers of lacy petticoats sewn to the inside to give her outfit a frilly delight. She exposed the round swell of her belly. She had a gentle curve that descended right down to her shaved twat. Cum and pussy cream coated her plump pussy lips.

The scent of her fresh pussy filled my nose mixed with the intoxicating aroma of our brother’s cum. I loved Clint’s jizz. Master had the best spunk in the world. Well, I had only ever had his spunk, but I knew nothing could top it.

I grabbed her pregnant belly, loving the round swell of it, and pressed my face into her bred twat. Her hot, shaved lips rubbed against my face. My tongue lapped out. I slid through her folds. My tongue fluttered back and forth, teasing her.

She finished pulling off her dress. She hung it from a hook on the back of the stall door and quivered, naked and delicious. My tongue plundered deep into her cunt. I lapped out the wonderful jizz brimming in her.

“Oh, yes, yes, clean me out, you nasty skank!” she moaned, her voice girlish and naughty all at the same time.

“Yes, Princess!” I moaned and did just that.

I scooped out more and more of our brother’s spunk flavored by her fresh pussy. She groaned, her back arching. I couldn’t see her little titties thanks to her baby bump, but I knew they were jiggling. They’d grown plumper in the last month.

Just like mine had when I had Amber. Mrs. Hiragawa was watching over my daughter with Clint while I was busy. I hoped Amber would become her daddy’s sex slave when she was an adult. That would be hot.

Just like it was hot to lick my half-sister’s cunt full of our brother’s cum.

“Ooh, you nasty slut, yes!” she moaned, her body trembling. Her pigtails danced around her head.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. I stroked her belly while I feasted on her. I quested around in her twat for more and more of our brother’s cum. I searched out every drop of it I could find. She tasted so good. Her pussy melted on my tongue. It was a treat to enjoy.

A delight to experience.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Ooh, Lee, this is so naughty. You’re such a filthy, disgusting slut who loves eating cum out of your sisters’ pussies!”

“I am!” I moaned. My tongue wiggled around inside of her, searching for more of Clint’s cum. I failed. “But you’re all out of jizz.”

“Well, a good thing for you I’m pregnant. I have another treat for you.”

My eyes widened in delight. I latched my mouth right on her urethra. I’d given birth three months ago. I knew just what a baby did to a girl’s bladder. You always had to pee. I sucked hard on her, eager for that nasty treat.

Alicia moaned. Her pregnant belly quivered in my hands. Hot piss squirted into my mouth.

The acrid delight mixed with the lingering flavor of salty cum and fresh cunt. I gulped it down. The piss warmed down to my belly as more and more streamed into my mouth. Alicia moaned. Her urine flowed out of her.

I swallowed it as fast as I could. I couldn’t get my dress dirty. It was a special one. I couldn’t spill a drop of my pregnant sister’s piss. My cunt burned. I clutched to her baby bump as I ignored my own cunt.

Only Clint, Melody, or Pam could give me permission to cum. I had to suffer with a hot and itching pussy as I serviced Alicia.

“Yes, yes, drink all my pee!” Alicia moaned in her girlish voice. “Oh, you’re such a disgusting and filthy creature.”

I was. I gulped down another mouthful of the salty, acrid piss.

“Just drinking my pee! Ooh, and in an hour, I’m going to have to pee in your mouth again.”

My cunt clenched. The ache to masturbate swelled. It was its own torture. I savored it. I drank the last of her piss. I was a filthy, nasty, depraved slut. Pussy juices ran down my thighs beneath my skirt. I groaned and then licked at Alicia’s twat.

“Mmm, yes, use your tongue as my toilet paper,” she moaned. “Get every drop of my pee up. You love it.”

“I do, Princess,” I moaned. “Pregnant piss tastes the best!”

She giggled in delight then gasped as my tongue found her clit. I swirled around her bud. I nibbled and sucked and played with her clit. My own begged to be loved. I denied myself. I would be a good girl today.

Pussy juices ran down my chin. Fresh cream soaked my mouth as I sucked on her bud. I nibbled on her clit with my soft lips. She squirmed, her moans echoing through the bathroom. I could hear the commencement speech in the background as I pleasured her clit.

My tongue licked and lapped at her cute bud. I swirled around it while my right hand slid down her pregnant belly. I followed the curve down to my lips nursing on my clit. I brushed her folds. Found her entrance.

I thrust into her bred depths.

“Lee!” she moaned, her hot, pregnant cunt squeezing around my fingers. “Oh, you know just what I need.”

I did. I curled my fingers, sliding my digits across the top of her twat. I searched for that special spot. I would make her explode. It would be incredible. She shuddered and moaned. Her head tossed back and forth.

Then she squealed in rapture.

I’d found her G-spot.

I massaged the bundle of nerves. My cunt blazed with heat. I sucked on her clit and moaned with frustrated lust. Drinking piss and eating creampies always turned me on so much. I would be squirming through the entire graduation ceremony.

It would be such sweet torture. I would savor every unbearable minute of it. When Clint let me cum, I would explode.

“Oh, my fucking god, Lee!” Alicia moaned. These days, she always grew a potty mouth when she was turned on, shedding that cutesy persona of hers. “Yes, yes! You’re such a slut! Oh, fuck! Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Hot juices gushed out, bathing my hand. I sucked hard on her clit, loving her moans and gasps. They echoed around the room. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs.

This was so hot. So exciting. I drank her cream. I licked and lapped around my fingers buried in her spasming twat. Her moans echoed through the bathroom. She savored the bliss I wished I could enjoy.

She was so lucky to cum whenever she wanted. She wasn’t a brat like me needing her big brother to control her.

Well, maybe I was lucky, too. I got to drink piss, be spanked, and be fucked so hard by Clint. I loved being a slut.

Alicia panted as she came down from her orgasm. She smiled at me. “Thank you, slave, for your service.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” I panted.

I didn’t bother cleaning up. I had pussy juices on my face as we headed back to the stage. The boring commencement speech was still droning on. I sat with my family and took my infant daughter Amber from Mrs. Hiragawa.

Amber mewled. I knew what she needed. My nipples ached. I didn’t mind breastfeeding in public. I didn’t care if anyone witnessed me being a mother to my brother’s daughter. I wanted them all to see the incestuous proof of our love.

I hummed in delight as I watched the graduation ceremony. Clint looked so handsome. He was such a stud.

I was glad to be his sister-slave.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

It was incredible to cum in my little sister’s cunt. I buzzed with that pleasure all through the commencement and Svetlana’s valedictorian speeches. My thought drifted to the party I’d attended last week at the Reenburg household. Mr. Reenburg was a politician whose son and daughter went to my college. Even better, Sean’s mother was my mother’s boss. Mom worked as a paralegal to Mrs. Reenburg. She was a lawyer.

Having her and her husband’s help would be amazing.

Luckily, I knew for a fact that Sean, the son, wanted to seduce his mother. He’d been bugging me to let him speak to my mom to get advice on getting Mrs. Reenburg in bed, but I kept telling him she was on maternity leave.

I wanted Sean to fuck his mother all on his own.

If the Reenburg family stepped into incest all on their own, then they would be even more motivated to help me realize my dream of legalizing incest.

I was going to be a lawyer for that reason. Melody and I had talked about it. We would both go into law and work at getting incest legalized from different avenues. Pam wanted to be a counselor and help people understand the joys of it. She had this kinky idea of only taking female clients and get daughters to love their daddies and mothers to love their sons.

She was a wicked thing.

Finally, it came time to get our diplomas. This pride surged through me as I shuffled in the queue. Pam was before me and Melody behind me, her cunt juices perfuming my fingers. They were alternating boy and girl, reading off names and handing the “fake” diploma, just for show for the ceremony, to the recipient.

“Pamela Hiragawa,” the dean said. He handed over the diploma to my half-sister and shook her hand. “Congratulations.”

I slipped a note card to a woman standing by the dean and she handed it to him so he could get my name right. Not that he needed it. He glanced at me and shifted. I had blackmail on him—he liked barely legal pussy, enjoying Mrs. Umayyah’s coed whores—so I was certain he was glad to see me go.

“Clinton Elliston the Second,” he read and handed me my diploma. We clasped hands. “Congratulations.”

I felt this surge of triumph rush through me. I had completed a stage of my life. I could feel the sun warm on the back of my neck as I marched across the stage. In the crowd, I spotted Mom and Aunt Vicky with Lee, Zoey, Alicia, and Mrs. Hiragawa. Beside them were the two Latina sisters and the Mihara twins with their sexy mother. All five of them were pregnant with my children, the Campo sisters weeks from their due date and the Mihara women sometime in early August.

Above it all, I felt my dad watching me. My incestuous harem had begun with a dream. Maybe it was really Dad giving my ass a kick so I could make my move on Melody and discover the truth of our family. Maybe he really was watching over us, happy that I was taking care of his two sex slaves. I hoped he was proud.

I missed him so much.

I walked with my back straight as I entered the back area where those who’d already graduated waited. Tad Blake looked like he’d swallowed month old mayonnaise but everyone else was happy. Pam threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Melody Samuels,” the dean said in the background. “Congratulations.”

My tongue danced with my half-sister. One of my two queens. I kissed her hard, my tongue dancing with hers. My hand slid down her gown to cup her ass through it. My dick throbbed and ached with need.

“Mmm, celebrating without me?” purred Melody.

I didn’t even break my kiss with Pam. I just reached out with my right arm, snagged my other sister, and pulled my first love into my embrace. Melody and I had been in love since we were kids. We had started the harem together. I hadn’t treated her as well as I should a few months back, but we’d straightened things out.

She joined the three-way kiss. The two sisters I loved the most. My two queens. Our tongues danced together. My two women tasted so sweet. Their bodies pressed against me. I knew together we would change the world.

We would make incest and bigamy legal.

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December 17th, 2026 – Tad Blake

Remembering that day eight years ago still burned in me. My sister had rejected me. I should have owned her body the way Clint owned his sisters. It was so fucking unfair. He had four sisters who were his sluts. Plus Pam, his mother, his aunt, and a dozen other girls I knew. The Mihara twins and the Campo sisters had his babies, and Juana and Carmelita where fucking lesbians.

He made a pair of lesbian sisters into his sluts!

All I had was Erica. One sister. She should have been begging to suck my cock that day, to take my cum in her pussy. Instead, she got hung up on ‘love.’ It didn’t exist. It was just hormones driving us to fuck. Love was just how girls rationalized giving their bodies to a man and becoming his slut.

She was married now with a guy she ‘loved,’ or so I heard. She had two squalling brats with him. Daughters both. I hadn’t seen her since that day. She’d told my parents and they had disowned me. My dad had punched me and said I was lucky he wasn’t having me arrested. They threw my clothing on the lawn and told me never to set foot near them again.

Fuck them all. I didn’t need them.

I stared down at the picture I’d taken that day. Clint looked so smug fingering one sister while another rode his cock. He was so brazen. Thought he was untouchable. But now the police were on his ass.

And I got to help them nail him.

“What else do you know about Clint’s relationships with his sisters?” asked Detective Savage. She leaned forward, her mirrored sunglasses reflecting my face. “Any proof that Melody or Leann are actually his sisters and not his ‘cousins.’”

“Naw,” I said. “But I saw Clint getting a titty fuck from Zoey before. She’s his sister. He came all over her face.”

“Any proof?” the older detective asked. He had that grizzled look. The cop who was “one day away from retiring and was too old for this shit” kind of vibe. “More pictures.”

“Naw,” I said, shifting. “I wish I did. There were a lot of rumors about Clint. He was fucking the Mihara twins and the Campo sisters, too. There were lots of talk about his aunt.”

“Vicky Samuels?” asked Detective Tucker. He leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah. Supposedly, her classroom was like a bordello.” He grinned. “I’d investigate her. Sex with students. I bet there are some teachers who know about it. Maybe they can get you that proof you need. You know, really nail Clint for being a pervert. I mean, what type of sicko fucks his sister?”

“Yeah,” Tucker said. He wrote on his notepad. “Let’s just start from the beginning. When did you first learn that he was fucking his sisters?”

I nodded and began telling everything I knew of those two years of college. I could tell the cops would be tearing into that slut Ms. Samuels next. Maybe they’d catch Mrs. Umayyah and her ring of coed prostitutes she was running, too. She pimped out her own daughter.

They all deserved to suffer.

To be continued…

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Mums ex girlfriend and her partner return

I had been on edge all day waiting for the girls. I heard the car pull up and rushed out to them. Matt was just behind me.

I went to Jenny’s side and helped her with her stuff while Matt helped Suzy with hers. We all had a nice hug and Matt helped Suzy upstairs with their stuff.

Jenny came to me and said I need to talk to you.

Mum Suzy thinks I am ashamed of her for what she did. I cant get her to understand that I dont care. I have decided that I want to do the same number of films with Lucky as she did and then she will realise that I cant afford to lose her again.

Are you sure you want to do this. Lucky can be a bit controlling. Suzy was escaping from a very bad place she would have done anything to get free.

I know that. Thats why I dont care. I dont know where she would be if it wasn’t for you two.

Have you talked to Suzy about this. Yes she doesn’t really want me to do this.

Susy and Matt came down. Have you talked to Mum. Yes.

Ok lets not mention it anymore tonight lets see where we go in the morning

Has Kim moved in now.

Yes her grandad had a heart attack and passed away. I have adopted her.

I didnt say anything about what he had been doing. That night I whispered to Matt to take Kim to his room. I dont want to confuse things with the three of us sharing.

In the night when everyone was quiet Kim crept into my bed and hugged me. I think she realised I still missed Suzy. Probably the first night in ages that Matt slept on his own.

After breakfast I suggested that Suzy and jenny went up their room on their own with Lucky. It would be difficult enough without an audience.

Suzy took off Jenny’s jeans and knickers and lay her on the bed. She then went and brought lucky up and tied him to the radiator. Suzy knelt on the floor between Jenny’s legs and gently parted her lips and licked her clitoris until she was nearly ready to come. She then let Lucky go. She lay on the bed at the side of her gently holding her.

Lucky pushed his broad shoulders between Jenny’s legs and started tonguing her. Lucky always seemed to know exactly what to do. Pretty soon Jenny had her first orgasm.

Wow that was quite nice.

The Lucky raised himself up between her legs.

Are you sure you want to carry on.

Jenny grabbed Suzy’s face and kissed her. Yes.

Jenny could feel Lucky’s dick probing for her passage. Then he was in her. He slowly humped away until he was fully inside her.

Jenny had never had a penis inside her she always new she was gay and never felt the need to experiment with boys.

After a couple of minutes she orgasmed again. Lucky carried on for about half an hour giving her three more orgasms. Then he Knotted in her.

Ouch thats a bit tight she squealed. Then the two of them were locked for about four minutes. Lucky pulled out and went and lay down licking his dick.

Wow we probably need to get a dog she laughed.

Suzy went and led Lucky out the room and shut the door.

He will probably want another go if we let him. He seems to be able to keep going all day if you let him. She then went and pulled Jenny up into the bed and lay with her.

How was that.

I dont think I am a virgin any longer. Thats the first penis I have ever had. She said laughing. He was actually quite nice. He wasn’t rough with me at all.

Probably because I was with you. I think he thinks I am helping him. Look you have made your point you dont have to do this anymore if you dont want to.

No I need to. I cant lose you again.

The two of them kissed and pulled the blankets over them and lay there for half an hour.

I think I need a shower and a bath.

Suzy helped her shower the semen from inside her then she ran a bath for the two of them.

After dinner Jenny took Matt to one side and asked that there would only be her and him doing the video. Suzy can have a bit of time with Mum. I think they still miss each other.

The five of us sat and watched a DVD and drank a bit too much beer. Suzy sat between mum and jenny. They looked so happy. I worried that Kim might end up left out tomorrow.

I noticed Jenny take mum to one side to talk to her.

Can you take Suzy to your room tomorrow to take her mind of stuff. You know she still misses you.

Mum gave her a hug and kissed her.

We got up early and after breakfast I set up the cameras in my room as mums bed was brand new. I took Lucky up and tied him to the radiator and went back down to the girls.

Suzy grabbed mums hand and led her towards the door as she passed Kim she grabbed her hand also. The three of them disappeared into mums room.

I gave Jenny a hug and said are you sure you want to carry on.

Yes she said.

I led her by the hand to my room.

I started the cameras rolling.

Where do you want me. she said as she took her top off. Let me do that I said as I undid her bra. Is this the first time a boy has undressed you I said as I undid her jeans.

Yes it feels really strange. But quite nice.

I finished removing her jeans and Knickers.

God Jenny you are gorgeous I said as I lay her half off the bed. I leant over and kissed her on the forehead. I need to get you in the mood. Do you mind if I go down on you to get you ready.

You can do anything you want except put your dick in me.

I parted her legs and slid my tongue up her thigh and then gently started licking her clitoris.

Wow thats nice. Pretty soon she was nearly ready to orgasm and I stopped and went to get Lucky.

Dont stop please make me come.

I continued to lick and nibble her clit until she orgasmed.

Wow thats another first for me.

I went and let Lucky and led him over to her. I was worried he would go charging at her.

Lucky pushed her legs apart and started licking her. she was soon having her first orgasm from him. He waited until she had done then he gently stood up astride her waist and started licking her breasts something he tends not to bother with. He then worked his way up until he was licking her lips. His dick was pressing against her opening. He seemed to be trying to get his tongue into her mouth but he wasn’t being aggressive about it.

Open your mouth a bit I said.

Jenny did as I said and his tongue slid into her mouth just a little. Then as he rammed his dick into her the force of him impaling Jenny on his dick may Jenny cry out and with that Lucky stuck his whole tongue in her mouth. I could see she was not over keen on his tongue. But she thought if Suzy had done it so would she.

Pretty soon Jenny was coming again. Lucky went on for forty minutes making jenny come four more times. The pair of them were knotted for about ten minutes. When he pulled out I led him out the room. I hope mums locked her door I thought.

Jenny was just getting off the bed so I went and hugged her. That was really nice. Isn’t that going to be enough. Surely its just the principle isn’t it.

No Jenny said she did five videos so I will do five.

You know one of them was a lesbian video with mum. I lied slightly Suzy did six with lucky and three with mum. But I wanted Jenny to get away with doing as few as possible.

Then thats what I will do. Mums actually very fanciable anyway.

I took jenny to the bathroom. You might want to use some mouthwash first. Apparently Lucky’s tongue doesn’t taste that nice.

Your not Kidding.

I took her into the shower and helped her clean up. She didnt even mind when I parted her lips and gently hosed inside her vagina. Then I ran her a bath.

I will go and make you a cup of tea.

Coffee please two sugars.

I came back up and Suzy was in the bathe with her.

I suppose you want a coffee as well.

Yes please.

I brought up the coffee and leant over the bath and kissed them both. I then popped in to see mum.

There was Mum and Kim wound round each other 69ing. I leant over and kissed them both also. Do you want tea.

Give us twenty minutes.

Ten minutes later I took the tea up. I couldn’t wait any longer to give my two girls a hug.

Later on I sent off a ***********ion of short clips to Ian. He came back with the prices. I showed them to jenny.

Wow thats not bad we are probably in the wrong business she said laughing.

I sent the video off to him and told him to use the same bank details as Suzy.

The following days Jenny did three more videos with Lucky. She did two in one day.

I think she was actually starting to enjoy some of it.

The next day Jenny went Suzy and whispered something to her. Then she went to Mum and asked to do a video with her. I think they had probably talked about this between them as mum grabbed her hand and led her to her room.

This bed will be a bit more comfortable than Matts. Mum had asked me earlier to set the cameras up in her room.

As I started the cameras mum gently undressed Jenny and pushed her back on the bed and then removed her clothes until she was stood there naked. She then started licking Jenny’s clit until she came. She then pulled her up on the bed and they 69ed until mum had come and then Jenny came again.

I looked round and there was Suzy and Kim stark naked watching through the gap in the door.

Come in we are done.

Suzy went and leapt on the bed with the pair of them and Mum got up to leave them in peace.

Then Kim said can I do a video with them as well please.

You will have to ask them nicely. But leave them in peace for now.

After lunch we sat in the garden having a beer when Kim went over to the girls and asked if she could do a video with them. Suzy hugged her and asked if thats what she wanted.

You have had a bit of time with both of us on our own. You are absolutely adorable. Is it more time with us you want or do you want to do the video.

I love my time with you and would love to spend more. But I just feel very naughty doing videos. It makes me feel strange.

Do you want to do a video with both of us or individually.

Individually please.

Suzy and Jenny said ok and they reached up and kissed her.

That afternoon we did two videos with them. One in my room and one in the girls room. Mum spent time with whichever one wasn’t with Kim. After each shoot Kim would jump up with a big grin on her face. How was I, Can I have a look.

She was insatiable she could never seem to get enough but she only ever seemed to have very soft orgasms even with me or mum.

That night we all went out for a nice meal and came back with a couple of bottles of wine. We sat watching a film for a bit all of us wrapped round each other. Life felt very special.

Ok girls I think you both are about even now can you please be happy together.

Suzy Kissed Jenny and said I think so. Suzy stood up and said I think we need to get a room. As they passed Kim they grabbed her hand and took her with them.

Me and mum locked up and went to her room.

Our work here is done mum said laughing.

We gently 69ed and had the best night sleep ever.

In the morning me and mum were up first and made some coffee for the girls. Mum took it up to them. Kim was tucked in between them. The three of them had their arms around each other. Kim had the happiest smile ever on her face. Mum leant over and kissed them all. There’s no rush to get up. You look like you are enjoying yourselves.

Do you want to join us said Suzy.

I would love to but I will leave you in peace for now.

Suzy said we will be heading back later today. I am going to miss you.

Me too said Jenny. Hugging Kim I think I am going to take this one back with me she said laughing.

Once everyone was up we got the girls packed and made Lunch. Everyone was trying to put of the goodbyes as long as possible. Mum had taken Suzy to one side and had a quiet few words together. Them mum kissed her. I knew mum would have a hard time for a few days again.

We waved the girls off. I think we all had a few tears in our eyes.

Kim came and got mums hand and took her upstairs. I left them on their own. I didnt see them until the next morning.

To be continued

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To give her strength on her perilous quest, Angela is gangbanged by nine priests of the Warrior God. Sophia is visited in her dreams and given a divine message.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter Three: The Hopeless Quest
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

“Anoint her and give her a Quest!” screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight’s tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face.

My face was smeared with pussy juices. Knight Angela was a squirter. I did love eating pussy, but now my insides twisted as I awaited to hear what horrible Quest she received that would drag me away from the temple for weeks or even months.

“Let it be easy, Saphique,” I prayed into Angela’s pussy. “And I’ll be the most faithful priestess ever. I’ll worship you so fervently between the thighs of every woman. Please, please, please, sweet Goddess.”

Iron groaned as I prayed and then snapped open. I could not see much other than the Knight’s body and the High Virgin’s pussy glinting with her two piercings. Something fluttered through the air and the High Virgin snatched it.

I trembled. “Please answer my prayers, Saphique.”

“Knight-Errant Angela of Deute, you are charged on a Quest to slay the dragon Dominari prowling the Despair Mountains,” declared the High Virgin. “May Saphique watch over you on your journey.”

I groaned. That didn’t sound easy at all.

“I…I will accept this Quest as a Knight Deute,” Angela declared, her voice quavering. “I shall depart on the morn and not return until I have vanquished the foul dragon Dominari even if it costs me my very life.”

I groaned again. Why did she have to say that? I thought Knight Quests were supposed to be easy. How often did they fail? They were trained warriors. They knew how to fight all manner of foul monsters that prowled the world. Could I die?

My heart sank.

Knight Angela rose, her naked body anointed with the pussy cream of my fellow acolytes. She turned and strode over to the other female knight. My breath caught—while both knights were redhead, the older knight was a stunning beauty. Her very presence was captivating. She radiated power and sensuality. My mouth salivated. I would gladly worship between her thighs.

“Lady Delilah,” the Knight Angela said to the older knight.

“You will succeed and win such glory for our order,” Lady Delilah purred, stroking Angela’s face.
I stood up with my other acolytes. The ritual was over. I trembled as I joined them in snuffing out all the candles adorning the shrine. My eyes kept falling on the two knights as they held their whispered conversation.

The beautiful knight was confident. Lady Delilah. What a lovely name. It so matched her beauty. My heart thudded in my chest and my cheeks blushed. I felt the familiar stirrings of a crush. I hadn’t had a girlish crush in years.

“I take it back,” Maria whispered as she stood beside me. The acolyte had a vicious smile on her mouth. “You are perfect for this Quest. I’m glad I wasn’t chosen.”

“What?” I asked, frowning at her.

Maria shrugged and strode off, disappearing out of the sanctuary. She was just messing with me. Maria was supposed to get the next quest, and she was jealous that I was awarded this honor. But I bit my lip, my stomach tightening. Was this a dangerous quest? Dragons were rare and deadly, but Knights killed them all the time.

Sir Reginald slew the dragon Wrasitharia when it ravaged Thlin centuries ago. He had ridden out and driven a lance right through the beast’s green belly and slew it. A tremble went through me. But the dragon had breathed her green fire and roasted Sir Reginald the moment his lance impacted her chest.

The knight had won, but so had the dragon.

“Damn her,” I muttered as I walked out of the sanctuary, hating the fear Maria implanted. “Just because one old knight died, doesn’t mean anything. Angela’s probably a better warrior. She’s trained.”

But the terror followed me all the way to my quarters. Images of huge, scaly beasts with wings that spanned across rivers assaulted my mind. Sharp teeth wreathed in flames and slashing tails scything through the air. Dragons could burn towns to cinders in only an hour. They could feast on entire herds of cattle for lunch.

And they loved virgins.

I threw myself on my bed and clutched my pillow, trembling in fear. I could always quit the priesthood. But…what would there be for me. Mother would disown me. She had plans for me. I was to be a High Virgin one day. She had little use for another child back home. I was dedicated to the Virgin Goddess, useless to marry off for alliances. Even if I could stomach the possibility of being with a man, none would ever want to lie with me and risk Saphique’s wrath.

I had no choice. I had to go and hope this Angela was the best Knight Deute that had ever lived.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“You will succeed and win such glory for our order,” Lady Delilah purred as she stroked my face.

“Will I?” I whispered, my body trembling.

The Dragon Dominari. How many knights from the three orders had accepted the Quest to kill her? For three hundred years she had haunted the Despair Mountains. They said the land for fifty miles before the mountains was a burned, wasted land. What once had been prosperous farms and tidy villages was now a desolation where none dare tread for fear of the dragon’s rapacious hunger.

What chance did I have? Maybe I should retire from the Knights. I could return to my father’s estates and marry some baron’s son. I didn’t have to do this. I didn’t have to go and die for duty.

“You will succeed, Angela,” Lady Delilah whispered, her hand moving down my body, running through the sticky beads of pussy juices that anointed my flesh.

My every inhalation was filled with the mixed scent of hot pussy. My red hair was matted with their cream. The Goddess’s blessing tingled across my skin. Saphique was with me, but she was a Goddess of Maidens, not a Goddess that knew how to fight.

How good was her blessing?

“You will be magnificent,” Lady Delilah continued, her finger reaching my nipple. She stroked it. “The moment I saw you, gangly with youth and blushing the way only a maid of thirteen could, I knew you would have a spectacular destiny before you.”

I shuddered beneath the force of her words. “I do not feel equal to this task.”

“Why should you? You have never been tested. You have never been put into the fires and tempered. Until you face adversity, only then will you know what your strength is. Accept the quest and win your glory. Accomplish what none has in a thousand years. You are a Knight-Errant. You have embraced the possibility of death. Do not balk at the obstacle before you. Accept the challenge, rise to meet it, and discover your true strength.”

Lady Delilah’s green eyes swallowed me up. I was lost in their depths. Her words rang through my soul. They strengthened my spine. I was a Knight-Errant. This was what I had always wanted. I nodded my head. “Thank you, my Lady.”

Her smile grew and she planted a single kiss on my lips. It burned hot through me. I let it wash over me. I trembled as it whipped through me. I held onto the pleasure of this moment. I clung to her and treasured her kiss. Lady Delilah believed in me. I would accomplish this task.

I would vanquish the dragon.

Lady Delilah had a satisfied gleam in her eye as she nodded at me. “You are ready for this challenge.”

“I am,” I said. But my insides still roiled. I ignored my fear and stood there as Lady Delilah assisted me in donning my armor. When the last strap had been tightened and I was once again clad in steel, I strode out of the temple, Lady Delilah marching at my heel.

But I would need more than conviction. I would need a warrior’s blessing tonight to strengthen my flesh and harden my bones.

The acolytes and novices crowded the hallways as we marched out of the temple. Their youthful faces shone with awe and girlish delight. They clapped and cheered for me. I drank in their praise and adoration. It was my duty to protect all the humans of the shattered High Kingdom from the darkness that always sought to stain our lands. Though I was of the Kingdom of Secare, I would protect the Magery of Thosi and the Princedoms of Zeutch. I would defend the Kingdoms of Haz, Thlin, Valya, and Athlos.

I stepped out of the temple into the setting twilight, marching with my back straight. There would be no stopping me. I would slay this dragon. I had no idea how. It would take more than my simple sword.

Kevin smiled when I swept out of the temple. As a man, he could not enter Saphique’s domain. My lover’s handsome face heartened me. He pushed back his flowing, dark-brown locks off his shoulders and marched towards me in his full plate. Unlike my armor, his covered his entire body. Mine showed off my flesh, my upper thighs and hips, my flat stomach, and my impressive cleavage.

“Angela,” he grinned, inhaling boldy. “Don’t you smell delicious?”

“All those virgin pussies I was anointed with,” I grinned.

“What a pity they dedicated themselves to Saphique,” he lamented. His hazel eyes danced with excitement and a question hovered on his lips. “All their sweet delights denied half the world, though we would worship them with such fervor.”

“Yes, such a cruel jape has been played on your sex,” I laughed, my fear dwindling. I put my arm around Kevin’s waist, leaning against him. I took a deep breath. Kevin had been the pillar that had supported me through the worst of my training. “I have to kill the dragon Dominari.”

The color vanished from his cheeks. “What? Are you playing some cruel jape?”

“No,” I said. “That was the Quest drawn. I will have to find a way to defeat her.”

“Pater’s cock, but you’re dead.”

I flinched. This was not the support I was looking for. “I…I will defeat her. I will return to you.”

“You actually plan on accepting the Quest?”

“Of course I do,” I frowned. “I’m a Knight Deute. Like you. Why would I refuse?”

“Because you’ll die?” His voice was strangled, his face twisted. “Be reasonable, Angela.”

“I am? You did not flinch from your Quest.”

“It was to slay a fucking ogre, not a Las-damned dragon.”

“And would you have quit being a knight if you had drawn this Quest?” Fire burned in my voice. I broke away from him.

“No. But I’m…” He swallowed.

“Because you’re a man? And I’m just, what? A weak woman?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You implied it.” I grit my teeth.

“I love you. I don’t want to lose you, Angela.” He reached out and seized my hand. “I want you for my wife. Quit the knights and I will marry you this evening. You don’t have to risk your life ever. Not when I can protect you.”

He seized my hand and knelt. I ripped away from him. “Am I now a weak maid that needs your protection, Kevin? No! I am a Knight-Errant. I will do my duty. I will not be a coward and slink away into your arms.”

“Angela, you’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die doing my duty!” My voice was shrill. “I thought you understood, Kevin?”

“Please, Angela. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“If you really loved me, then you would understand why I must do this.”

His face hardened. “Fine. Be a stubborn bitch. Go and die. Throw your life away on this foolishness.”

“Foolishness? Protecting the realms of men is foolishness?”

“Gods, you have really bought in to all that bullshit. We’re not noble knights. We’re not the guardians of the realms of men. We’re just warriors. The best warriors. That’s all. Nothing we do out in the field is noble or glorious. Trust me. When you get in a real fight and you spill your enemies guts upon the ground, you’ll realize how all the pretty words we speak are empty and meaningless. So don’t throw your life away for it.”

“How did you ever become a knight?” I spat before I turned and stalked off.

“Angela!” he called after me, but he did not follow. My fist clenched and tears burned my eyes.

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King Edward IV

“She accepted the quest,” a woman said.

I jumped as I sat upon my chair, almost knocking off the papers before me. Being king involved so much paperwork. It never seemed to end. There were always some new proposal from some pissant baron or self-important mayor, and each of my ministers seemed to have nothing better to do than write me the most tedious reports about the minutia of governing the realm.

Stepping through the open doors that led out to the balcony was Lady Delilah, looking ravishing in her armor. The moonlight streamed in behind her, and her red hair seemed to shimmer as it brushed her gleaming pauldrons.

“How do you do that?” I demanded. “It’s three stories up with no handholds.”

“If I told you my secrets, your Majesty, then I wouldn’t be intriguing,” she smiled.

My blood boiled. I so wanted this woman. But she always rejected my advances. My pregnant queen stirred on our bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her naked breasts and round stomach. The pair exchanged smiles.

It galled me that my queen had known Lady Delilah and I had not.

“So that dried-up cunt gave her the right quest?” I demanded.

“The High Virgin performed just as you bribed her.” Lady Delilah sat on my bed, her hand idly playing with my wife’s nipple. “I did have to speak with a great deal of persuasion to convince Angela to accept the quest. The poor thing was a quivering mess. The fear seemed to just bleed off of her. She has heard the stories. She understands this is a death sentence.”

I grinned. “Excellent.”

“Thank you,” my wife purred, rubbing her belly. My son grew in there. My heir. He would follow me on the throne. I wouldn’t let Angela kill me and usurp his heritage, even if that cunt was the heir to the High King and destined to restore his empire.

The High Kingdom would remain shattered.

“I live to serve the realm,” Lady Delilah purred. “Tomorrow, she will depart. It maybe sometime before she faces the dragon. I’m sure she will struggle hard to find a way to kill Dominari, but she will fail like they all have.”

“Good,” I nodded. “You are close to the girl?”

“She thinks we’re close.” Lady Delilah’s voice was pure sex purring around the room. I throbbed to take her.

I clenched my hand, fighting the desire to seize her. It had not gone well for me last time. I do not know why I let the woman bare steel against me and live. She was just…the Lady Delilah.

“You will need to keep tabs on her,” Lady Delilah said, producing a broach from a pouch. It was golden and studded with garnets. It flashed through the air as she tossed it to me. I snatched it, staring down at the brooch. “I will give her a matching broach. A token of my esteem.”

I stroked the garnets. “You’ve had a mage enchant it?”

“I have. It will let you keep informed of her progress.”

“Wise,” I said, inclining my head to Lady Delilah

A pleased smile crossed her lips before she rose. “I must depart.”

“Must you?” my wife moaned, seizing the knight’s hand.

“I have tasks to attend to, Queen Lavinia, else I would stay and enjoy the succulent bounty of your ripe flesh.”

My wife shuddered. “Then go and be about your tasks.”

“Your Majesty.” Lady Delilah kissed the back of my wife’s hand, and then turned to me, inclining her head. “Your Majesty, with your leave, I shall withdraw.”

I wanted to command her to stay and let me enjoy her body. My wife and I could share her, but those green eyes pinned me to my chair. I did not have the strength to rise and refuse her request.

“You may withdraw,” I managed to stay. Why did this one woman have so much power over me?

Lady Delilah walked out onto the balcony. I managed to stand, rushing after her. I wanted to learn her secret. The air whooshed and a breeze washed in. I reached the doors and peered out at the balcony. But she was gone. I rushed to the edge, peering down at the gardens below.

No sign of her remained.

“Come to bed, my husband,” purred my wife. “I can feel your frustration. Let me satiate you.”

I turned from the balcony. My wife writhed on the bed, her hands rubbing between her thighs. Her excitement brushed my nose, a tart musk. “You mean, you want me to satiate your frustrated desires, dear wife?”

“She left us both in need.”

My wife was a royal beauty, a Zeutchian princess. Her blonde hair spilled across the bed, her breasts large and round, brimming with fertile delights. It was often joked that princesses were the most important export of Zeutch. The nation was fractured into a loose alliance of princedoms. While each ruling prince had royal blood and proud lineages, they possessed little power. It was safe to take a bride from among their daughters without fear of hidden strings.

I pulled off my doublet, my cock straining my tight hose. My muscles rippled as I moved to my wife. She was such a radiant flower. Not the most beautiful woman in the palace, but she had a queenly bearing.

She rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting that gorgeous ass and the shaved lips of her pussy.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My anger only grew hotter with every step. I cursed beneath my breath at Kevin. How I had misunderstood his regard? I thought he understood me. He should have understood me. The Knights Deute had always accepted women as equals in their ranks in both skill and knowledge. So why did he think I was too weak to face this task?

How could I be with a man who thought so little of my abilities?

So many times I thought of marrying him, of the pair of us questing together as we performed our duties. But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted me to stay at home while he gallivanted about. That was not the life I wanted.

If I wanted to be a wife and mother, I would never have left home.

My armor clinked with every step. I stalked past the temples to the other gods. The grand temple to Slata, the impressive temple to Pater. The whores of Biaute lounged before their temple, displaying their perfect beauty. The temple of Firmare displayed the Goddess fruitful bounty, while Luben’s temple stood steadfast and eternal as a couple walked out, just married and beaming with their love. I stopped at Gewin’s temple. Strong walls reared above me, carved from austere, gray granite. It was almost a fortress. The warrior-priests stood guard, swords belted at their sides over robes of red.

I marched forward, my boots ringing on the steps. “Who approaches the Temple of the Knight’s Duty?” one of the priests challenged in a booming voice.

“Knight-Errant Angela,” I answered, stopping before them. “I seek the Blessing of Battle to strengthen me on my perilous quest.”

“And what Quest do you undertake, Knight-Errant?”

“I must slay the Dragon Dominari.” My insides knotted with fear. Was Kevin right? Was I throwing my life away over the foolish words of our order.

No. Lady Delilah was right. I had the strength to rise to this challenge. I would slay the dragon.
“Great peril awaits you,” the priest said. “The noble God Gewin will aide you, as he aides all warriors who seek the toughest foes. Enter. How many priests shall attend your blessing?”

I took a deep breath. I would need as many blessings as possible. “Nine.”

“A bold number, even for a woman,” the priest said. “But you will need such strength. Know that the ritual fails if you succumb before you have finished with all nine.”

“I will succeed,” I said, forcing down the wave of heat through me and the itch swelling in my pussy. I would have to be disciplined to achieve their blessing.”

The doors opened and I strode into the temple.

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Xerathalasia – Deorc Forest

I stood still as tall and willowy Quenyathalee painted my naked body with browns, greens, and blacks, forming a swirling pattern of camouflage. My other huntresses’s bodies were already painted, their quivers slung on their belts, their bows gripped in their hands. I had hunted with all of them many times, save for young Xiloniasa. She trembled, her body petite with her youth.

“It will be fine, Xiloniasa,” I told her as Quenyathalee painted the patterns across my round breasts.

The elf-maid nodded her head. “I will do my duty,” she said, her voice high with fear.

Fear was to be expected. A basilisk was a fearsome beast to hunt. Their gaze could petrify any who glimpsed the beast’s red eyes. And even if you avoid that fate, their bite was venomous, slowly consuming your flesh.

“Xerathalasia has never failed in her hunt,” Deliasonele praised. “She has never lost a hunter. So relax, Xiloniasa. When we return, every elf-maiden will burn to be your lover. They will throw themselves at you, each begging to be taken as your wife.”

Xiloniasa grinned. “Really?”

“Hunters get all the best pussy,” Relythionaia laughed, her green braid swinging back and forth as she tossed her head. “I remember how hot they were for me after my first hunt. I was in heat, my cock throbbing hard. They all begged for me to fuck their pussies and marry them, but I only enjoyed their asses. I wasn’t about to be tied down in marriage. Not when there were so many vixens throwing themselves at me.”

I shuddered and remembered how my blood hot pumped with lust after my first hunt. I had been a maid like Xiloniasa and drunk on the success. All the nubile elves were throwing themselves at me, but it was my future wife, Atharilesia, that had claimed me. She had taken me back to her bower and devoured my pussy over and over.

“You’re getting excited,” giggled Quenyathalee. “Pity we don’t have time to fool around.”

“A pity duty has to come first,” I rebuked as she finished with my body paint. I grabbed my belt woven of willow bark and strapped it about my waist, my quiver hanging off my right hip bristling with arrows I had personally made. I grabbed my bow and looked at my huntresses. “Another beast has wandered out of the dark. Let us remind the monsters why they do not walk through our forest.”

The elves all nodded, their pointed ears twitching. They were all eager for the hunt. Nothing was more thrilling. We slipped out of the hollow of the old willow tree and padded like ghosts through the trees of Khalesithan and out into what the humans called the Deorc Forest. To us elves, it was merely our home.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I followed the red-robed priest into the temple. It was austere, the stones of the walls, floors, and ceiling rough and undressed like a border fort. There were murder holes in the ceilings wherever hallways met, allowing defenders to pour boiling oil or burning pitch down on invaders.

Other priests and priestesses passed, each dressed in their red robes. The ones with knives were their novices, just learning all the techniques of battle. The priests wore short swords, and the master of this temple would wield a long sword. I fought my desires. I would need to master them.

I had to fuck nine men without cumming. It would be a chore. But I if I could, I would win Gewin’s blessing. Nine priests would give me the strength and fortitude to meet this quest. It would be a start.

I was led to an austere cell, the floor hard stone. No furnishings adorned it. “Undress and await,” the priest said. “We shall find you our most fit warriors for you to test your discipline against.”

I nodded and began to strip off my armor. Sexual energy was a potent force, and priests could work powerful rituals with it. Even the mages of Thosi used sexual fluids to power the elemental magics they could wrought.

Naked, I knelt and waited. I ignored the discomfort of the stone beneath my legs and the growing itch in my pussy. I had been with two men before. I couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of nine strapping, powerful men ravishing my body at once.

And I couldn’t cum. I needed to keep my discipline. I was a Knight.

The minutes seemed to tick by. I counted my heartbeats to keep track of the time. A bead of sweat trickled between my breasts. I fought the urge to wipe the ticklish drop away. I needed my discipline. I needed to ignore the needs of my body.

The door opened. A powerful man entered, his muscular body filling out his red robe. He had a fierce beard of black, a longsword dangling from his waist. He was the master of this temple. His arms were folded before him, adorned with scars. He was a hard man, a veteran of many battles. Behind him, eight other priests entered, each strapping and muscular. Their arms were thick and scars adorned their flesh.

My pussy clenched at the sight of them as they disrobed. Their cocks were hard and their muscles gleamed with oil. Their skin ranged from pale Secaran to dusky Hazian. I licked my lips, juices trickling out of my sex.

“A powerful warrior kneels before me,” the master declared as he too disrobed, his cock jutting hard before him. “She seeks to test herself against nine. Pride and desperation beat in her breast. The hunger for victory drives her. She beats with Gewin’s own heart! Let our God savor her prowess. Let him bless her discipline!”

The master seized my red hair and slammed his cock hard into my mouth. His balls slapped at my chin. I groaned, sucking hard. He took me, dominating me. It was so intoxicating. My tongue swirled around his cock. He tasted of salt and masculine musk. I inhaled his scent. I shuddered; his cock slammed deeper and deeper into my mouth.

Other hands seized my hips, lifting me up. I groaned as another hard cock prodded my thighs. My pussy clenched as he grew nearer and nearer. I was so hot and wet. How could I resist cumming? I was already eager to erupt. Why didn’t I masturbate while I waited?

How could I have been so stupid?

A cock slammed into my pussy. I groaned around the master’s dick. The shaft in my sheath was thick, spreading me open. Pleasure shuddered through me. I bucked my hips into his thrusts as I struggled to maintain my discipline. I clenched and relaxed my pussy. I needed to make him cum as fast as possible before I succumbed.

“What a woman!” growled the man fucking my pussy. “Work that cunt! You are so wet! She will never make it! She’s a whore!”

The master chuckled. “The way she sucks my cock. She’s eager for my cum. Mmm, that’s it. You’re just a slut, not a warrior.”

Anger burned in me. They were like Kevin. I would show them.

My hands found the Master’s balls. I massaged them. I wanted his cum fast. His hands tightened in my hair. He fucked me harder, his balls slamming against my chin as his cock buried down my throat with every thrust.

I wouldn’t cum. I would beat these men.

“That’s it, slut! Work that pussy! Oh, damn! What a hot sheath! I don’t think she’s a fighter. I think she’s a fucker. She should be one of Slata or Biaute’s whores, spreading her leg for every man that wants her. Damn, she’s boiling.”

My pussy tightened. I wanted to cum so badly. But I wouldn’t. I sucked at the Master’s cock and massaged the dick in my pussy. I clamped my sheath down hard, twirling my hips. The dick fucking my pussy slammed deeper and deeper into me.

“Fuck! What a whore!” The priest fucking my cunt’s hands tightened on my hips.

“Do not let her win!” groaned the Master. “Make the whore cum!”

“Damn it!” The cock in my pussy erupted. That wonderful flood of hot cum poured into me. My pussy rejoiced. I groaned, fighting against my rising orgasm. The pleasure burned through me. My flesh begged for its release.

But I was stronger.

“I failed, my brothers,” the man groaned, his cock pulling out of my cunt. His cum dripped out of me, trickling down my thighs.

I could do this.

I massaged harder at the Master’s balls. I wanted his cum pumping down my throat. I wanted to devour every drop of his cum. His cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth. His thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping hard into my chin. I felt like such a whore. It was such a turn on despite how degrading it was.

“Drink my cum, whore!” the Master groaned as his cock erupted salty jizz into my mouth. I groaned, swirling it through my lips and drinking it all down. Another rush of pleasure washed through my body, ending at my pussy.

Let me cum, my hot cunt begged.

“No,” I groaned.

“Take the whore! Ravish her!” commanded the Master. “Make her explode with pleasure!”

“You’ll be the only one exploding,” I laughed. “Come on! Fuck me! Dump your cum in my body! But I won’t orgasm. You’re cocks aren’t good enough for me!”

The Master grinned at me through his bushy, black beard. “What a woman!”

Two more men grabbed me, one with dusky skin and a bald head. He pulled me down on to his body, my tits rubbing across his chiseled chest. “Come ride me, whore! Show me how you work those gorgeous hips.” He smacked my ass, the sting shooting to my pussy.

“I’ll give you a ride you’ll never forget.”

“Gewin’s cock, but you’re a feisty bitch!” he chuckled as I straddled him. “Come on. Ride me! Let me feel that tight cunny cum on my cock.”

I laughed. “This little thing?” I wiggled his cock as I guided it to my pussy. “I’m not sure I’ll even feel it.”

“Oh, you’ll feel it.” He seized my hips and pulled me down on his cock.

I groaned as he filled me up. I leaned back, my breasts bouncing as I savored his cock. The other man pressed up behind me, his dick rubbing on the soft pillows of my ass. He felt wet, lubed with oil. My asscheeks clenched.

“Stick it in,” I hissed at him over my shoulder. “I’ll make you both cum without breaking a sweat!”

The second man wrapped his arms around my body, gripping both my large breasts. My nipples ached as he pinched them while his cock nudged between my butt-cheeks, only grazing my sphincter and sending shuttering thrills through me.

“You can’t even find my hole,” I laughed. I reached behind me and grasped him, guiding him to my hole. “It’s right there.”

“Thanks, whore!” he groaned as he buried into me, pushing me down onto the dusky-skinned man’s cock. I groaned as my ass clenched down on their hard shafts. They throbbed between my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, milking him.

The other priests jerked their cocks hard. Cum spurted, splashing on my naked tits or on my face. But I hadn’t touched their shafts. I hadn’t pleased them with my body. I saw the looks in their eyes. They wanted to last longer. They were getting their excitement out of the way. Their hot cum dribbled down my body as I writhed between the two men.

“Look at the whore! She loves it!” laughed a young priest with blond hair and a gorgeous smile.

I rubbed at my naked tits, smearing the cum into my flesh. “Give me more, boys. I want a challenge. I want Gewin to see how disciplined I am!”

“She’s a cum slut!” grunted a hairy man with rust-red hair. His cock was thick and throbbing. He jerked it fast just inches from my face. I tried to lean forward and capture his tip as it throbbed purple. If I could reach him and finish him with my mouth, he’d be vanquished.

He stepped back. “Cunning slut!” he groaned and then his cock erupted. Hot jizz burned across my face. I opened my mouth, swallowing the salty treat. My pussy convulsed. I moaned, my body giving into the the lust.

The man fucking my ass sped up. “She’s getting close to cumming. Our sticks are vanquishing her slutty body!”

I was slammed down harder and harder on the dusky man’s cock. I straightened up, trying to keep my clit from brushing his pubic bone. I groaned, more cum spurting onto my body. I was dripping with the salty seed. I rubbed it into my skin as I fought my orgasm.

“I think she needs a little help!” grinned the dusky-skinned priest.

“Oh, you bastard!” I gasped as he rubbed at my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I pumped my hips, straining against my pleasure. My body ached. My nipples throbbed. My poor clit cried out for relief. He kept rubbing the bud. The sensations shot through me. No. I would not surrender. I was a knight. I would keep my discipline.

“You will cum first!” I growled, working my hips harder. Both cocks buried into me. I shuddered, gripping them with my ass and pussy. I shifted and writhed. I fucked both men with all the passion I could muster. “I will vanquish your throbbing shafts. You can’t resist the delights of my holes.”

The dusky-skinned priest clenched his jaw. My own pleasure began to recede as he fought against his. I moaned. I wanted this more. I would beat him. I slammed down on his cock, swallowing it to the hilt in my pussy.

“You’re cock’s amazing!” I growled. “My pussy loves it. You have the best cock in the room.”

“You saucy siren!” he gasped and then his cock erupted into my pussy.

I savored the hot cum. I clenched down my ass, humping back into the shaft fucking my bowels. “You’re next,” I winked at him. “I know you just want to unload into the velvety depths of my asshole. Just let yourself go.”

“Fuck!” he snarled. “You’re ass is delicious. Dammit! She’s won!”

His cum spurted into my asshole. I gasped in delight. And then I clenched my teeth. My orgasm had almost rolled over me. I couldn’t weaken. I had to be strong. I had five more cocks to vanquish. They had all jerked themselves to orgasm, their cum dripping from my body. They would be even harder to satisfy.

I was up for the challenge.

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Acolyte Sophia

Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep. I didn’t know how it happened. I was lying in my bed, petrified with fear while images of dragons danced in my head. I knew I had to sleep, but I just couldn’t find it. Tomorrow morning, I would ride to my death. I just knew it. I was doomed. I had sworn to the Goddess Saphique. I had no choice but to go.

And then I had fallen into sleep. I wasn’t haunted by nightmares of fire-breathing dragons roasting me like a chestnut. I didn’t dream of the armored beasts landing before me and ripping into my flesh with a teeth-filled maw.

I dreamed I was on an island, sapphire water washing onto the white sands. Women frolicked naked around me. Some were making love while others made sport, splashing in the sparkling waves that gently lapped at the shore.

“The Isle of Women,” I whispered. The Paradise that resided in the Astral Plane where the Virgin Goddess dwelt, a sanctuary where no man could ever tread.

“Yes,” a beautiful woman whispered, shining with pink light.

Saphique.

I shuddered as I gazed at my Goddess. She was petite and comely, a shy maid blushing with her virginity. Her love washed over her and she pulled me to her small breast. My lips engulfed her nipple. I suckled as she caressed my light-brown locks, her creamy milk flooding my mouth.

She tasted divine. Her breast milk was ambrosia. My toes curled as an orgasm rippled through my body. I nursed and suckled. I swallowed every drop I could. She was delicious. I never wanted to stop nursing from my Goddess’s breast.

“Do not be afraid, my little acolyte,” she purred. “A great wrong has been committed, so I shall aid you.”

What wrong? But I couldn’t pull my lips away from her nipple to ask.

“I grant you my milk. Let your breasts produce my bounty and let it aid you on your perilous quest.”

My nipples burned with heat. Another orgasm rippled through my body, washing through my mind with such bliss.

“You must be strong for Angela. A great destiny is laid before her.”

Her breast ran dry. I lifted my lips and stared into her dazzling eyes. “But…how do we defeat the dragon? They are such dangerous beasts.”

“I know not.” Her smile was soft and sad. “But where do all travel whom seek knowledge to important questions?”

“I don’t know.”

…Sophia… a distant voice called. My body shook.

“Our time is over. Know that you are in my thoughts, my little acolyte.” The Goddess’s lips met mine. I shuddered in delight.

…Sophia, wake up…

The new voice drew me from my Goddess. I fought, holding on to my Goddess’s slim neck. But my grip wasn’t strong enough. My eyes snapped open and I gazed into Rebecca’s eyes. My fellow acolyte shook her head. “Come on, Sophia. It’s time for you to go.”

“Right,” I muttered. “But…where do all journey whom seek knowledge to important questions?”

Rebbecca cocked her head. “What are you talking about?”

“Something important,” I said as I stood up.

“Well, get dressed.” Rebbecca opened up my chest of drawers and pulled out my travel vestments. They were a simple, white gown that covered most of my flesh. It was the opposite of temple garb, but the outside world had weather and cold. And men. They did not deserve to see my flesh. There was a tan riding cloak that went over a simple, white robe made of wool.

I dressed as I pondered the Goddess’s words. “There are stories about people who search for the answers to important questions, right?”

“Yeah,” Rebbecca nodded.

“Where do they go?”

“Libraries,” she shrugged.

“In the stories?” I asked. “Don’t they go to dangerous places. Remote places where spirits or oracles wait.”

“Like the oracle the king visits?” Rebbecca asked. “Only our king is allowed to see the Oracle of Sekar.”

“There are other oracles,” I pointed out. “We learned about them in all those boring novitiate classes. There’s the Oracle of the Sands in the Halani Desert.”

“That’s so far away.”

“Um, the Oracle of Whispers.” I shuddered at that one.

“Who’d want to visit the Dead Isle?” Rebecca’s face blanched. “Oh, there’s the Lesbius Oracle. She only sees women and she’s in the Deorc Forest.”

My eyes widened. “That’s exactly the oracle our Goddess would choose.”

“But the elves?” Rebbecca blanched. “They’ll fill you full of arrows for violating their woods.”
“Oh, those are just tales. Elves are…” I frowned. “Well, I’ll have a knight.” And my milk. Only full priestesses were given this honor. Having breast milk meant I could channel Saphique’s divine magic.

Rebbecca pushed a satchel into my arms. “Here. The supplies are already packed on your saddlebags, but this satchel has three Potions of Healing, an Ampoule of Holy Milk, and a dagger anointed with the High Virgin’s purity. It’ll glow if there’s danger around.”

I reached in and pulled out the dagger in its sheathe. It was almost as long as my forearm. I shivered, then hung it from my belt. I almost felt like a heroine in a story being set out with magic items.

Well, I was heading out on a quest. “Okay, let’s go,” I said, still trembling. But the Goddess was with me. I could face this fate.

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Knight-Errant Angela

The cock came in my pussy.

“Let Gewin’s blessing fall on this mighty warrior!” proclaimed the master.

Red light blazed around me. I shuddered in delight. I had taken on all nine cocks without cumming. I had fucked for hours and hours. The energy poured into me, washing away my exhaustion as it seeped into every muscle and bone, strengthening me.

“The Warrior God shall walk with you,” proclaimed the master. “He shall guide your swings and parries. You shall vanquish your enemies and bring glory to your order, Knight-Errant Angela.”

I rose, standing proud. “I shall fearlessly go and face the dreaded dragon. With the mighty Gewin’s aid, I shall smite her and bring back her head as proof.”

The warrior-priests all roared around me. All their degrading words had been lies. They didn’t think I was a whore or a slut, but a warrior. They merely tried to weaken my resolve with their filthy talk. But I had maintained my disciplined. I had vanquished them without cumming. I donned my armor and belted on my sword. I marched out of the temple with pride.

At the gates of the chapterhouse of my order, Lady Delilah awaited holding the reins of my charger—a tall, ebony horse stallion named Midnight. He snorted when he saw me, biting at his bit. Metal barding clad him. He was a warhorse. As fierce as any who had lived.

“I have a small token of my esteem,” Lady Delilah purred, holding up a garnet-encrusted broach. “I wish you to wear it into battle.”

I blushed. “I would be honored.” I took the broach from her hands and draped it over my neck so it dangled between my breasts. “Thank you, my Lady.”

Lady Delilah nodded her head. “Your saddlebags are packed with all you need.”

I nodded and then looked around. Part me hoped Kevin appeared to apologize. My heart beat fast, but my lover did not have the courage to face me. I didn’t cry as I mounted my saddle. The acolyte Sophia rode up on a white mare. She sat side-saddle with grace. She had noble blood, holding her reins with delicate hands.

“Knight,” she nodded when she reigned up.

I took a deep breath. The sun was lightning the horizon. “Are you ready?”

“Not really.” A faint, half-hearted smile crossed Sophia’s face and her emerald eyes fell. Then she straighted. “But we must depart.”
“Yes.”

“Angela, do you have any idea of how to kill the dragon?”

“None,” I answered. She would be my companion on this journey. She deserved to know.

“Then our first stop should be the Lesbius Oracle for guidance,” she declared and flicked her reins. Her mount walked with stately grace. “Let’s go, Lady Knight.”

I heeled Midnight and caught up to her, my armor rattling. An oracle sounded like the perfect start. Even if it was in the Deorc Forest. We would just have to find a way to avoid or deal with the elves.

Compared to slaying a dragon, that had to be easy.

To be continued…

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Carmelita is pushed more and more to admit who she turly is: her little sister’s sex slave.

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Four: Sister-Slave’s Domination
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The vibrator died in my pussy. I shuddered, moaned, the rapture still rippling through me. My every breath was full of the scent of piss. That acrid reek. So much pee. It covered every bit of my body, soaked my hair, drenched my pussy. I tasted it in my mouth, felt it in my stomach. I hated how hard I had cum as Clint and his degenerate harem had urinated on me.

And I hated that huge smirk on my Mi…little sister’s face as she stared down at me, naked, her eighteen-year-old, golden-brown body petite, her breasts budding. And her pussy… So tight, covered by a fine down of dark hair. Wet with piss and pussy juices.

I licked my lips. Then flinched, tasting more piss.

“That is what you get for being a meanie bully!” Alicia huffed, glaring down at me with righteous anger, her eyes hard behind her glasses, her schoolgirl pigtails swaying about her face. She was nineteen, my age, but looked like a little girl, no tits, her pussy shaved bald. She was a freak. They all were.

I had every right to pick on the bitch.

“Apologize for picking on Alicia,” my little sister said, glaring at me. “Or we’ll piss on you all day. We have lots of iced tea and soda in the house. It’ll be a never-ending stream of women and Clint coating your body.”

I flinched, suddenly so eager to obey, to please my Mi…little sister. “I’m so sorry for being such a cunt to you, Alicia.” I looked up at her. “I didn’t have any right to insult you and call you names.”

“Thank you,” Alicia said brightly.

“Good job, my sister-slave,” Juana beamed at me, staring down.

Clint, his arms folded across his brawny chest, nodded his head in approval, his cock hard before him, piss dribbling from the tip. I shuddered, hating him being here the most. Out of all the people around me, Clint’s huge harem of sisters and mothers, he was the one that made me feel the most humiliated.

But I wasn’t gay. I liked guys. Just not guys like the brawny faggot before me.

Strangely, there was no mention of me picking on Lee. The nineteen-year-old stood beside her half-sister, her black hair cut short. She was developing nice, round breasts, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly. She wasn’t showing, yet, but it couldn’t be much longer. Why hadn’t they insisted I apologize for all the mean things I said to her after last year? I had been merciless after she shaved her pussy and then masturbated in the locker room.

“You came hard,” Professor Samuels, my former history teacher, said. She taught at my college and was Lee and Melody’s mother. And Clint’s whore. She knelt down beside me, heedless of the piss puddling around me. “You are such a humiliation slut. You’re body got off on it.”

I flushed. I did. And that made me feel like such a whore.

I squirmed, not wanting to admit it to them. My wrists and ankles throbbed. Ropes bound my hands to my legs, forcing all four of my limbs to stick up in the air above me. I had been trussed up like this since last night, forced to sleep on my side on the living room floor.

Clint grabbed a knife from the counter. Sudden fear shot through me. What was he doing with the knife? He grabbed my legs. I squirmed, trying to break away, but my muscles were all knotted. I whimpered.

“The ropes are soaked with pee,” he said, the knife sawing at my bonds. “We’ll never get them off. And they’re growing too tight. Don’t want you to lose circulation.”

I blinked at that as he cut through the ropes. Suddenly, my limbs were free, falling to the puddles of piss spread out across the floor. I flexed my fingers, numbing tingles racing through them as he rose. “Thanks.”

“We’re not here to harm you, just humiliate you and get you to understand your place,” he said, his words so strong. He was teaching my older sister how to be like him, dominate. He had his women, even the ones he loved, jumping when he snapped his fingers.

“Lee,” Juana barked, “help my slutty, dyke-whore sister to the bathroom and clean her off. She’s filthy.”

“Yes, she is,” my former friend chortled. “Come on, pee-slut, let’s get you cleaned off. Ooh, the entire family pissed on you. You lucky girl.”

“You’re fucked up,” I muttered as she seized my pee-soaked arm and helped me stand.

“I am,” she grinned. “And so are you. The sooner you admit that, the happier you’ll be.”

I was not gay. I was not a humiliation slut. The vibrator made me cum. Not the piss. I didn’t get off on being degraded. Only a freak like Lee, a fucking slut-whore, would.

Walking was…different. My legs were numb after spending the night bound. My muscles weak. I groaned, clutching to Lee, pressing my pee-soaked body against hers. She didn’t mind one bit. She just gave me a toothy grin as she led me out of the kitchen. Plastic had been spread across the floor on the path between here and the bathroom, protecting the carpet from the piss dripping off of me.

“Clint?” I asked, nodding at the plastic.

“He’s like our father,” Lee said, “always knows how to do things, you know. Fix things. Thinks ahead.”

Behind me, I could hear him barking orders for the kitchen to be cleaned. “I thought they’d make me clean it up.”

“Oh, they would have,” Lee said, “but our mothers would never stand the kitchen being so filthy for so long. And, frankly, you’re in no condition to after a night spent in bondage. Juana doesn’t want you hurt.”

“She just wants me on my knees licking her pussy,” I muttered. “Like I’m a lesbiana puta!”

“Lesbiana?” Lee said. “I like how hot lesbian sounds in Spanish.”

I flushed, shifting.

“When are you going to admit you’re gay, Carmelita?” she asked as she helped me climb into the downstairs shower. It was tiny, tight with both of us in there.

I leaned against the wall as she turned on the water. I gasped, the cold falling on me, and shrieked, “Why does everyone think I’m gay?”

“Oh, the way you love eating pussy and hate Clint fucking you.” She shook her head. “If you were straight, you’d have the hots for Clint. He is a hunk.”

“I like pretty boys,” I muttered.

“Girly boys,” Lee giggled. “Effeminate guys that look so cute, like a girl?”

My cheeks warmed. I shook my head. “I begged for Clint to breed me! Would a lesbiana do that?”

Lee patted my stomach. “And we’re all hoping he did. You’ll make a good mommy-slave for Juana. She’ll love suckling from your tits and will enjoy your breast milk.”

I ducked my hair beneath the spray, letting it wash out the piss. I snagged shampoo, lathering my hands, and attacking my locks with such aggression. Lee’s hands caressed my body at the same moment, washing me with a bar of white soap that smelled fresh.

I closed my eyes, savoring the heat washing over me, her hands so delicate. I had fantasized so many times about making Lee eat my pussy. Ever since she shaved herself and masturbated before our PE class last year. And now she was touching me, caressing me.

A heat grew in my pussy as she lathered my round breasts. My nipples tingled beneath her touch. Her body pressed into my back, her nipples hard. Her shaved pussy rubbed on my ass as she wiggled her hips.

I let out a soft moan. Warm water and caressing hands. I closed my eyes, trying to forget about this weekend. About being my Mi…sister’s sex slave. I took deep breaths, my fingers twitching as I braced them against the walls. Lee’s hands went farther and farther south down my belly.

Washing towards my pussy.

I whimpered again, her fingers brushing my landing strip leading down to my cunt. My clit throbbed, my nipples ached. My hips wiggled, rubbing my ass back into her hot flesh. Lower and lower her fingers washed, crossing my pudenda.

And then she was touching my clit.

“Yes,” I sighed, savoring the feel of her delicate finger caressing my clit.

“Like that?” she asked, massaging my bud in small circles.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“So you like a girl touching your clit?” she asked, a mischievous tone to her words. “Naughty dyke.”

“I’m not gay!” I insisted. My father’s words rang through my ears: Faggots and dykes are all degenerates, Carmelita. They’re disgraces to their parents. They weren’t raised right. That’s why they fall for such degeneracy. You’d never disgrace me, right, my little mermaid?

I never would. I wasn’t a degenerate.

“Why do you resist so much?” Lee asked, her fingers sliding past my clit. I gasped as she penetrated two into my pussy. I was so hot and juicy inside, her fingers pumping in and out. “Why do you pretend you’re not gay when your pussy is on fire?”

“You’re touching my clit and fingering my twat! Any girl would be wet,” I protested.

She yanked her fingers out of my pussy and then backed away. She smacked my ass hard, sending pain rippling through me. I was still bruised from being flogged and spanked last night. I shuddered, my pussy clenching, such heat in me.

“On your knees, slave, and lick my pussy,” Lee snapped, her voice sounding so strangely powerful.

“What?” I blinked.

“You heard me, lesbiana puta!”

CRACK!

“On your knees! I’m in charge of you right now! Your Mistress handed you over to me! Now kneel!”

I fell to my knees before I could even think, the shower raining down on the top of my head. Water poured down my face. Then she seized my hair, yanked my head around, forcing me to turn on my knees. The rough texture of the shower floor rubbed on my legs as I turned.

And came face to face with Lee’s pussy.

She seized my hair, pulling my face into her snatch. She was wet, tasting tangy. Her hot flesh rubbed on my lips as my tongue slid out through her flesh, no hesitation. I had to please her. I was my Mi…little sister’s sex slave. Lee was right. Juana had given me to Lee so I had to…

What was wrong with me?

But I didn’t stop licking. Not once I had my tongue buried in her yummy pussy. Her tart juices covered my lips. The shower water fell on my back, massaging me. Streams of water ran down to my breasts, brushing my hard nipples as I feasted.

“Mmm, yes,” groaned Lee. “How can you claim you’re not gay when you love pussy like that? You don’t just eat it, you devour it. No hesitation. No revulsion. You just love the flavor of my cunt, don’t you?”

I flinched. I did. “I’m tired. I’m confused.” I took another lick of her tart juices, making her shudder. “You’ve all made me eat so much pussy, it’s starting to taste normal.”

“Liar,” Lee chortled, seizing my wet hair and holding me in place. She ground her pussy on my lips, her hips wiggling. “You just love eating pussy. Mmm, yes, you do. You’re a naughty cunt-muncher. A muff-diver. And you’re sooooo good. Oh, yes, dive that tongue into my depths. Just snorkel away in my snatch.”

I did, sliding my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could. I wiggled it around, swirling it, bathing the walls of her pussy. And savored the tangy juices pouring into my lips. I shuddered, my hips wiggling, such naughty flavors pouring into my mouth.

Her round breasts jiggled above me as I feasted on her pregnant pussy. A child grew in her womb, planted there by Clint. Suddenly, this was so humiliating. I was eating out one of Clint’s cunts. This pussy wasn’t pure. Clint’s cock had fucked it.

Shame squirmed through my pussy. I might be bred, too.

I ate hard, faster. My tongue flew through her folds. My nose brushed her clit. Then I was sucking on her bud, making her gasp and moan. Her body quivered, her face twisting with pleasure. She ground her cunt on my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, such a good pussy licker. Oh, yes, you’re such a good lesbian. Oh, feast on me, Carmelita!”

Her words echoed through the bathroom.

“Make me cum on your face! I’m going to drown you in pussy juices!”

I shuddered, my own cunt on fire. I shoved my right hand between my thighs, frigging myself. My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I shuddered, delight rippling through my snatch. I moaned into her cunt, my fingers dancing over my clit.

I wanted to cum so badly. I was so turned on.

I moaned as I sucked on her clit. I nibbled on it, making her buck and moan. Her short, black hair danced about her face twisting with rapture. She bucked hard, smearing her hot pussy across my hungry mouth.

“You lezzie slut!” she howled.

Tangy juices flooded my mouth. I made her cum. I gave her pleasure. I pleased her.

My fingers frigged my clit harder, faster. My cunt clenched as I drank down Lee’s pussy cream. I groaned, feeling the warm juices wash down my chin to my neck. I shuddered, the shower hammering my back, my fingers dancing on my clit.

My orgasms building and building.

“Oh, fuck, you are such a lezzie whore!” groaned Lee, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes, you know how to make a woman cum!”

My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. The pressure swelled in me. I moaned into her cunt, so close to exploding.

And then she let go of my hair and stepped back. I stared up at her, panting, whining with aching need, my pussy clenching. Her hand shot down, seizing my right arm, and ripped my fingers from my pussy. She grinned at me.

“Slaves only get to cum when their Master or Mistress permits,” she told me. “Did Juana tell you to cum in the shower?”

“No,” I blinked. “But Clint didn’t tell you you could cum.”

“Sure he did,” she laughed, turning off the shower. Then she licked my finger, tasting my juices. “Mmm, you were wet. Eating my pussy so turned you on.”

“No,” I protested, my cheeks burning with even more shame. I couldn’t be a lesbian. They had screwed me up. “You touched me. That’s all.”

“Riiiiight,” Lee said, stepping out of the shower. “You’ve only been thinking about eating my pussy for a year. Ever since you watched me shave.”

I flushed, tears beading my eyes. I…had been thinking about her. Not me eating her pussy, except in dark moments while masturbating, but her eating mine. So what was wrong with me now? Why was I…so turned on? I wanted to cum eating her pussy. I…enjoyed it. Father would be so disappointed in me. I was eating pussy. I…masturbated. I didn’t want to be gay. This was all a trick. They were all fucking with my head. My Mistr…little sister, Clint, his sluts. They were trying to trick me.

I would not disappoint my father!

“Come on, breakfast should be ready,” Lee said, throwing a towel at me. “Let’s move, lezzie-slut!”

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Juana Campo

“There’s my little bitch,” I grinned when Carmelita, her hair still damp, followed Lee out of the bathroom. The air smelled so fresh, the piss quickly cleaned up, bacon and eggs now frying. But I was having a breakfast of sliced fruit.

And so was my sister.

My pussy was stuffed so full.

“Mistress,” Carmelita said, her body stiff, her eyes red. Had she been crying?

Good.

“I bet you’re hungry,” I said, twisting in my seat. Juices trickled out of me, soaking into the mat I sat on. Naked girls had to sit on mats to keep from ruining the chairs with their juices. They were washed, so Clint claimed, every day.

“I am, Mistress,” she said, glancing to the kitchen. Clint and his harem were in there, crowding around the island, laughing, joking, so comfortable with each other. Lee joined them, goosing Alicia’s ass which caused Clint and Melody both to smack her rear hard.

How she beamed at that.

“Well, bitches eat from bowls on their hands and knees,” I commanded my older sister. “So get down on them.”

She obeyed. No objection, no fighting. There was such an alacrity to it. She was being conditioned to obey. She was tired and clearly horny. Lee had done her task well this morning. Clint’s plan was going perfectly.

When he woke me up early this morning to tell me about it, I became so wet. It had been so hot to piss in Carmelita’s mouth. I’d make her do that every morning. Drink my piss before licking me to a screaming orgasm.

“Now come here and eat from your bowl,” I said, pushing my chair out from the table, the legs squeaking on the hardwood floors in here.

“Bowl?” she asked, looking confused, not seeing one.

I spread my legs. My pussy bulged with pieces of fruit. Peaches, orange slices, bananas, and little blueberries. One fell out, rolling onto the pink mat, covered in my juices. “Your bowl’s right here. I have all your favorite fruits in here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said as she crawled towards me. Her stomach rumbled loud enough for me to hear it.

“Oh, someone’s hungry for pussy this morning,” I giggled. “My big sis just craves my cunt, right?”

She flinched then muttered, “Yes, Mistress.”

I closed my legs as she reached me. “Try to sound enthusiastic. I am letting you eat your breakfast out of my pussy. You should be thankful. Not acting like a pouting bitch.”

“Sorry, Mistress.” She took a deep breath, forcing a smile on her lips. “I am so hungry to eat your pussy this morning.”

I could see it in her eyes. She meant it. And there was something like…relief. Like by forcing her to say it, she could pretend she really wasn’t a lesbian. Just forced to follow my orders. And that irked me. I wanted her to admit that she was gay like me. To embrace this instead of fighting it.

Damn. What more did I have to do?

And then I groaned as she pushed her face between my thighs. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled into my pussy. Her teeth pulled out a piece of fruit from my over-stuffed pussy. I smiled, loving her jaw chewing, eating the fruit covered in my tangy musk.

“Oh, yes, just enjoy the fruit coated in my cream. Peaches and cream, your favorite.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” she said before nuzzling in and snagging another piece of fruit.

Her curving ass wiggled back and forth. Bruises were blossoming across it, blotches of purple fading to browns and yellows. It added splashes of character to her heart-shaped rump. I loved the squirming.

Her pussy was on fire. She enjoyed this.

Her tongue probed into my pussy, pulling out a little blueberry. She ate it, moaning her enjoyment before diving in to get more and more. I twitched and shuddered, my pussy absorbing the pleasure of her tongue reaching in, the feel of fruit sliding out of my snatch.

But the ripples of delight came from the sheer fact my big sis was eating the fruit out of my pussy. That she was devouring my cunt and obeying me. It was so naughty. I wanted to feed her pussy-flavored fruit like this every day.

“Oh, yes, get out every piece of fruit,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, trying to force out the pieces of fruit deeper in me. “Just such a cunt-hungry slut. God, I love my sister-slave.”

Carmelita shuddered, her hands squeezing my thighs as she feasted. Her tongue kept reaching in, swirling, finding more and more of the fruit in me. She pulled out slices of bananas, blueberries, juicy oranges, and peaches. She pressed her face into my cunt, eating so hard.

Her nose rubbed my clit as she ate. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and gasped, my juices flowing, staining her lips. I loved the sounds of her chewing, eating the pussy-infused fruit. My breasts jiggled, my nipples aching.

And then she thrust her fingers into my pussy, probing in for the deepest pieces of fruit. I gasped, being fingered by her. Delight rippled through me. I groaned, my eyes opening so wide as she played with my snatch.

And pulled out the fruit from my depths.

She popped a piece of peach into her mouth, chewing, lips smeared with my cream. I groaned, loving what she was doing. She jammed her fingers back in, snagging an orange slice coated in my juices.

And ate it.

“Yes, yes, keep feasting,” I moaned as she buried her face back into my pussy, wiggling her tongue in, hooking a blueberry into her hungry mouth.

My pleasure mounted, swelled. This was so hot. I had her obedience. Now I just had to get her to admit she loved this. That she was a lesbian. Then my older sister would truly be my dyke-slave. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard, pushing out the last piece of fruit into her mouth.

She snagged it, pulling it out of my cunt, her fingers rubbing at my clit. Massaging my bud. I gasped, bucking, and then my orgasm burst through me. My head threw back. I squirmed, my pussy spasming.

She drank down the wash of tangy juices flooding out of my cunt. She moaned, slurping down my cream. The rapture shot through me. This was so hot. I groaned, my thighs tightening about her head as my orgasm shot so hard through me.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re such a good pussy-eater. Oh, Carmelita, my sexy sister-slave, you are the best! Such a great muff-diver. You ate all your breakfast.”

“Yes, she did,” Clint applauded.

I opened my eyes, blinking, seeing him watching, his mother kneeling before him and sucking on his cock. Melody was beside him, her mother eating her pussy. Professor Samuels devoured her daughter’s pussy, Melody’s blonde hair spilling about her shoulders.

“She feasted,” grinned the blonde.

“Yes, she did,” chortled Lee, feeding Pam a piece of bacon she had pulled out of her own pussy.

“Just admit it, Carmelita,” I groaned, my pleasure peaking. “Just admit you’re gay!”

Carmelita didn’t answer. She just kept eating my pussy. I shuddered, another orgasm shivering through me. I groaned, the chair creaking and groaning as I thrashed. Rapture shuddered through me. It boiled my brain. I loved everyone watching us, watching my sister eat her breakfast like the lezzie bitch she was.

“Oh, linda, you are so good at eating pussy,” I praised, using my pet name for my sister when we were growing up. She was such a pretty girl.

Then the front door opened and closed. A moment later, Ms. Hiragawa appeared. Pam’s mother was dressed in a trench coat. She opened it, revealing she was naked beneath. She dropped the paper bag on the table, PetSmart’s logo on the side.

“Your package, Mistress Juana,” she purred before moving back to Clint and falling down to her knees.

She joined his mother at sucking at his cock.

I grinned, snatching the bag and pulling out the dog’s collar. It was red and stiff, the fabric scratchy. “Well, Carmelita, it’s official, you’re a bitch. See.” I bumped the tag dangling from it, a name embossed on it. “What does that say?”

Carmelita looked up, her face falling. “Carmelita.”

“That’s right.” I unbuckled the collar and put it around my sister’s neck, cinching it tight. I shuddered, almost cumming just from the sight. “You’re my bitch forever.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, her head lowered in shame, her hips still wiggling.

She must be on fire right now. Good.

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

Carmelita Campo

I crawled after my sister through the house. She, weirdly enough, had to do some chores. “Everyone has chores here,” Juana explained as she polished the furniture in the living room. I knelt behind her, staring at her ass. “And since I’m a guest, I have to, too. Even Clint does things.”

“Manly things,” Alicia said, using a duster nearby. “He takes out the garbage and mows the lawn and fixes things.”

So I crawled after Juana like a dog. She didn’t get much cleaning done. She would start something for a few minutes, then she would press back into my face, almost by accident, rubbing her ass against my face and then her hot pussy.

“Oh, be a good bitch and lick me,” she’d moan.

And then I’d be devouring her pussy. My tongue would be sliding through my little sister’s tangy folds, her wispy pubic hair rubbing on my cheeks, tickling me. The first time, she still had the lingering taste of orange from breakfast. But I licked that all up before Juana came.

Juices trickled down my chin. I was constantly smelling her pussy. Her cream never quite dried on my face. There was always a fresh coat applied before too long. My little sister was so horny, getting off on degrading me the way I used to degrade her.

But she was a lesbian. She should have been happy licking my pussy. Why did she have to ruin everything by making this deal with Clint? Why did she have to blackmail me into being her cunt-eating slave?

“Oh, yes, my lezzie big sis is such a good cunt-muncher,” she’d moan. Or, “Yes, yes, yes, make me cum all over that pussy-loving mouth, bitch!” or “That’s it, such a good muff-diving, cunt-eating sister-slave! Oh, you just love pussy!”

I didn’t. They had me all confused. Eat something enough, and you’d come to love anything. And I had eaten so much pussy my tongue was growing sore from licking through her snatch. It had me breathing in her musk. I devoured her, almost convinced I must love doing this.

It was the fourth time licking her pussy in the living room, when Alicia joined the fun. Juana had moved onto polishing the wooden parts of the couch. She had bent over, wiggling her ass just inches from my face, her pussy growing juicier and juicier.

Then she backed up.

“Whoops. Forgot you were there, bitch. But since you’re a pussy-licking dyke, you probably are hungry again. I mean, it’s been a few minutes since you had any cunt. Just jam that tongue in me and make me cum. You’ll get all the cream you crave.”

So of course I did. I plunged my tongue deep into my sister’s hot cunt, savoring the flavor of her tangy cream, my body shuddering at the incestuous delight. This was so taboo. So wrong. We were sisters, and I was devouring her cunt.

My own cunt was on fire. Juices poured down my thighs as I wiggled my hips. Such heat burned in me. My fingers tensed on the carpet. My pussy clenched as I plunged my tongue so deep into her twat. I just wanted to cum.

It had been so long since I had cum. I had eaten her pussy so many times without satisfaction. And had eaten Lee’s, too. I missed the vibrator. I’d let them piss on me if they’d let me cum right now. I’d do anything. I’d lie and say I loved pussy like I had at breakfast.

I didn’t. No matter how good it tasted.

“Ooh, what a tasty sight,” Alicia said from behind me.

And then I groaned into my Mist…little sister’s cunt. Someone was touching me. Alicia’s slim fingers rubbed up and down my pussy. She caressed me, teasing me. I groaned, savoring her touch sliding up and down my pussy.

I’d never tease her again. Not for taking pity on me. I needed this.

Her slim fingers penetrated my snatch. My pussy clenched on them. I ate my sister harder, pleasure rippling through me as Alicia pumped her two digits in and out of me. I drank in the friction, wiggling my hips, fucking back into her plunges.

“Oh, yes, eat my cunt, big sis,” panted Juana. “Oh, such a good carpet-diver. Mmm, you are devouring my clam. You love it.”

Her juices dripped down my chin as I just kept eating her snatch, concentrating on Alicia’s fingers. I groaned, so low and throaty, when a third finger entered me. My pussy loved it, her fingers stretching out my hole. I wiggled more, juices pouring down my thighs.

“Oh, she loves my fingers in her pussy,” giggled Alicia. “Your bitch is such a dyke.”

“She is! Oh, god, Alicia, she is just devouring my pussy. She loves cunt so much. She never gets tired of it.”

“And you’re such a good mistress for giving your dyke-bitch what she craves.” Alicia smacked my burning ass. “You should thank your mistress, lezzie-slave, for letting you eat her pussy.”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Alicia’s fingers. “Thank you, Mistress, for letting your slave eat your pussy.”

“Oh, you are sooooo welcome. Mmm, jam that tongue into my twat and make me cum!”

I did. I was a slave. I just had to obey. I didn’t really like pussy. I was just confused. It was easier cooperating. I swirled my tongue through her pussy as Alicia thrust a fourth finger into my snatch. I gasped, trembling as she pumped them in and out of me so fast.

My orgasm swelled, the friction burning through my stretched-out cunt. I shuddered, my tongue caressing the depths of my Mist…little sister’s cunt. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring Alicia’s delicious fingers stirring such delight through me.

She jammed her fingers in deep. I groaned as they curled, forming a fist in me. My pussy stretched wider and wider. My eyes bulged as she rammed her fist into the depths of my pussy. I felt my labia stretching over her wrist, her forearm entering me. She went so deep.

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped as Alicia pulled her fist back and punched it into my pussy.

She giggled in delight. “Oh, I love fisting girls! Your pussy is so cute stretched around my fist.”

“Keep licking me, slave,” groaned Juana. “And you better not cum before I do!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped, burying my tongue back into her twat, licking so fast, so frantic.

I had to make her cum. To make her explode on my tongue. Because that fist reaming my cunt was amazing. Alicia pumped it in and out of me so hard, so fast, punching it into my depths. I felt her knuckles pressing against my sensitive flesh. The pleasure rippled through me, making me squirm and gasp.

It was amazing. I groaned, shuddering, rippling as my orgasm built and built. I wanted to let it explode through me, to let my pussy writhe on Alicia’s punching fist. But I couldn’t. I had to make my sister cum.

I latched onto her clit. I sucked so hard, my nose pressed into the folds of her pussy as I loved her clit. She squirmed and gasped, hot juices pouring over my face. I shuddered, putting my all into it as the rapture swelled and swelled in me.

Alicia giggled. “Oh, she’s so close to cumming. She just wants to explode on my fist.”

“She better not!” hissed Juana. “You will be a good slave-bitch and make me cum!”

I nipped her clit, sucking so hard. My pussy clenched down hard on Alicia’s plunging fist as I fought my orgasm. I held it at bay, trembling as the rapture swelled and swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure was so great in the furnace of my pussy, just begging to explode out of me.

And then Juana came.

“Yes! You lezzie slut! Yes!”

Hot, incestuous cream poured into my mouth. I opened wide, sealing my mouth over her cunt, drinking her cream as Alicia rammed her fist into my twat. I gasped, my pussy convulsing about her arm. My orgasm exploded so hard in the depths of my cunt.

Rapture shot through me.

A flood of ecstasy drowned me.

I drank it in, sucking on my sister’s cunt. I drank down her tangy cream as stars burst over my eyes. Juana let out a groaning moan, pressing her pussy back against my lips. And then more than pussy juices were flooding past my lips.

Acrid piss splashed into my mouth.

I gasped, swallowing it with the pussy cream, not caring that my sister urinated into my mouth as the rapture shot through me. My pussy convulsed even harder, humiliating ecstasy raging through me as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot piss.

“Yes, yes, yes, you nasty piss-slut!” howled Juana. “My big sis is a lezzie whore who loves drinking my piss!”

“Yes, she is!” Alicia groaned, pumping her fist in and out of my spasming pussy.

I didn’t care. I just drank in the pleasure of my orgasm. Wave after wave of rapture shot through me. I gulped down all the piss, sucking on my sister’s cunt. Her tangy juices swirled with the acrid urine, mixing in my mouth before sliding down hot to my belly.

I was such a whore.

“Oh, god, I need to pee, too,” Alicia howled, yanking her fist out of my cunt.

I didn’t fight as she yanked my face from my sister’s pussy. Alicia’s girlish, hairless twat pressed into my lips. Her budding tits jiggled, her glasses slipping on her nose, as she groaned. Her hot piss splashed into my mouth.

I drank it all down. I gulped it, my body buzzing with shame and euphoria. I savored her fresh pussy juices and acrid piss. I clutched her ass, my tongue licking through her folds the moment she stopped pissing.v
And made her cum, too.

They drank water all day, giggling, making me drink piss and lick their pussies. It tasted better and better every time. I started to hunger for it as I crawled after the giggling girls. Everything was so fucked up. I couldn’t think straight.

Sometimes, I even thought I was gay. That this was the way things should be.

But father’s words echoed. I wouldn’t be a degenerate lesbian! I wouldn’t disappoint him!

And then Clint walked into the living room naked, Lee heeling him. I pulled my lips from his little sister’s pussy, panting, my mouth full of fresh pussy juices and piss. Clint’s eyes were hard as he stared at me, his cock throbbing hard before him. In his hands, he held a pair of handcuffs.

“I hear you still claim not to be gay, bitch,” he said, his voice so deep.

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

Clint Elliston

“I’m not,” Carmelita whined even as she licked her lips, covered in my little sister’s piss and pussy juices.

“She’s being a stubborn slut,” hissed Juana. Her hand cracked hard on Carmelita’s ass, making her yelp.

I seized Carmelita’s hands, yanking them behind her back, and deftly snapped the cuffs on her. I had done this so many times. She squirmed, the metal biting into her wrists. Then I moved to the couch and sat down. Lee knelt before me, her right cheek resting on my knee.

“Then crawl over here, bitch, and suck my cock,” I ordered. “If you’re not gay.”

“Or lick my pussy if you’re gay,” Juana said. “I could piss again.”

The bitch hesitated, her eyes flashing to my cock then to her younger sister’s pussy. She shuddered, her arms squirming. Then she turned to me on her knees, her golden-brown tits jiggling, and crawled to me. It was slow with her hands cuffed behind her. She shuffled her legs, her face twisted with disgust that made my dick throb so hard.

She was so committed to it she would rather pretend to love my cock then lick her sister’s pussy. It made me hard. It made me ache to help Carmelita embrace who she was. And it was so hot to have a lesbian suck my dick.

Having Juana do it yesterday had been satisfying. Her price for my help. I had a phone full of pictures from Coach Young and the fun he was having thanks to my advice. And, of course, James was happy banging his mom and sister now. And his mother, Dr. Bernice Wilson, would help my family out since she was my women’s gynecologist. Having her embrace incest would keep her from talking about my harem’s situation.

“You sure you’re not gay?” I asked her when she reached me, staring into her eyes.

“Yes!” she hissed, her head leaning forward. She opened her mouth, shivering, her eyes squeezed shut, and swallowed the tip of my cock.

And then she didn’t do anything. She just knelt there, her mouth about my dick.

“Stupid slave, you have to suck,” Lee snapped, smacking Carmelita’s rump.

She moaned about my cock, nicking me with her teeth. I winched and Lee’s face flared red. She cracked her hand hard again on the bitch’s ass as she snarled, “And mind your teeth! You’re here to please my Master, not hurt him.”

“If you hate sucking cock, admit what you are. Your Sister-Mistress’s cunt awaits,” I said, running my hand through Carmelita’s hair.

Her face tightened. And then she sucked. She stared up at me, the disgust so plain on her face. And that just made my dick ache harder. It was the worst blowjob I had ever received, but the degrading excitement kept my dick hard.

Because I knew that even though she hated it, her pussy was dripping wet right now. She was like Lee and Aunt Vicky, a humiliation slut. And what was more humiliating for a lesbian than choosing to suck cock over pussy.

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Carmelita Campo

His precum tasted horrible. I wanted to throw-up. But I wouldn’t. I would show them all. A lesbian wouldn’t suck cock with this much enthusiasm. She wouldn’t moan while sucking so hard. She wouldn’t swirl her tongue about the crown of his cock and make the man groan.

“Yes,” Clint grunted. “Suck my cock, you little dyke-slut. I bet your pussy’s so wet.”

I gasped about Clint’s cock, Lee’s hand diving between my thighs. I groaned as she rubbed at my hot flesh, shoving probing fingers into my liquid depths. “Oh, she’s molten right now, Master. Little dyke is getting off on the shame of sucking a guy’s cock.”

Shame?

No, I was a straight-whore. I loved his cock, even if his precum didn’t taste good. I moaned louder, bobbing, sucking as hard as I could. My pussy clenched on Lee’s probing fingers as I put my all into blowing Clint’s cock.

“Mmm, a real straight-slut bobs her mouth,” Lee purred into my ear. “And swirls her tongue about the shaft.”

I was a real straight-slut!

I bobbed my mouth so hard, showing Lee and Clint and my Mist…little sister just how much of a straight-slut I was. I swirled my tongue, trying not to gag at the flavor of his precum. I sucked and slid my mouth up and down. My tongue danced about his cock, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as Lee fingered me.

A dyke wouldn’t want to cum right now. That proves I was straight.

But why did this have to be so degrading? So humiliating? Licking pussy didn’t make me feel this way.

I closed my eyes, my father’s words echoing in my mind. I would make Clint cum so hard and prove that I wasn’t gay. I wouldn’t disappoint my father. I bobbed, sucked, swirled my tongue. Clint grunted, his ugly face twisting in pleasure.

“Damn, I’m going to cum so hard into your mouth.”

I moaned about his cock, my pussy clenching. A strange, shameful anticipation of my upcoming humiliation swirled through my stomach. I groaned, sucking so hard, bobbing my head as fast as I could. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

“Oh, you need to do better to convince us that you’re not a dyke,” moaned Lee. “Love his cock. Worship it.”

How could I love something so nasty?

I tried. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend it was a dildo strapped to my Mist…sister’s waist. But his precum filled my mouth. I shuddered, more and more flowing into my mouth as he groaned and gasped.

And then he erupted.

I almost ripped my mouth off his cock as the nasty cum spurted into my mouth. But I was a straight slut. I forced myself to swallow. It was almost as disgusting as the pee I drank this morning. In fact, I would rather be drinking Juana’s or Alicia’s piss right now.

“That’s it, drink it all down,” moaned Lee, pumping her fingers in and out of my twat. “Ooh, just like the straight-slut you’re pretending to be would.”

I wasn’t pretending.

I gulped it down. I sucked so hard, Clint groaning and cursing as he pumped so much jizz into my mouth. I could taste the salty, bitter load. It clung to my tongue. I could feel it coating my throat and churning in my stomach.

“There,” I panted, popping my mouth off his dick. “I proved it. I’m straight!”

Clint laughed in my face. “That was the worst blowjob of my life.”

“A straight-slut would have loved my Master’s cock,” Lee hissed.

“And moaned her enjoyment when my big brother unloaded in her mouth,” Alicia added, watching from nearby. Her and Juana were fingering each other’s snatches, watching. “Not grimace like it was nasty. My big brother’s cum isn’t nasty!”

I flushed.

“Last chance,” Clint said, his dick still hard, soaked in my spit. “Ride my cock and let me cum in your fertile pussy, or admit you’re gay. That you hate my dick and rather be fucked by your mistress.”

“I have that big strap-on waiting,” my Mist…little sister said. “Just say you’re a dyke. Mean it. Admit it, linda, and stop lying to yourself. Stop letting father control—”

“I’m not gay!” I howled, pouncing on Clint.

I pressed my tits against his muscular chest and impaled my cunt on his cock.

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

Clint Elliston

Carmelita’s face twisted with disgust as she rammed her pussy down on my cock. She let out a whimpering moan as she pumped her pussy so hard on fast on my shaft. She rammed her pussy up and down on my dick, such hatred burning in her eyes.

She hated herself, but refused to admit it. She’d rather suffer than be true to herself. Goddamn, what did it take to make her see the truth?

“I love this cock!” she snarled, hate-fucking my shaft so hard.

I groaned, my dick still hard thanks to those red male-enhancement pills Ms. Hiragawa got through her clinic. Experimental and amazing. They gave a guy so much stamina. It let me satisfy my huge, incestuous harem.

“Oh, I love your cock,” she growled, staring into my eyes, pumping so hard, so fast. “You’re going to cum in me and breed me! I wish you were my Master!”

My dick ached, throbbed. It was so hot. This lesbian fucking my cock so hard. I grabbed her ass, bucking up from the couch, pleasure racing through me. Her pussy sent shudder racing through my body. She was so hot and tight, gripping my shaft as she churned herself into a humiliated froth.

The more she hated it, the hotter her cunt became. Her head tossed back as she screeched out her frustrated lusts. I groaned, my balls aching, another load of cum building so fast in me. I squeezed her ass so hard, bouncing her on my dick as I fucked up into her burning snatch. The couch groaned, protesting our violent fuck.

Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! Cum in me, Clint! Breed me! That’ll show you all! I’m straight!”

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. She slammed down on it and came. Her pussy exploded, writhing in humiliated passion. She moaned out her pleasure, forcing herself to look at me. Her face twisted with self-hatred and pleasure as her pussy milked my cock.

“Cum in me!” she groaned over and over, slamming down my cock, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. “Breed me, Clint! Plant a strong son in me! Come on, you maricón!”

“Fucking lezzie whore!” I growled at her insult. Call me faggot? I flipped her over, pinning her to the couch still impaled on my dick. She gasped, her pussy spasming on the cock. “I’ll fucking breed you!”

I pounded her spasming cunt so hard, pounding her, savoring her lezzie snatch convulsing about my cock. Her pussy sucked at me, demanding my cum. She gasped and howled, still orgasming as my balls thwacked into her snatch.

I buried into her, the pleasure tensing through me, and erupted.

“Take it, lezzie whore!” I howled, pumping my cum into her pussy.

I shuddered with each blast, grunting. Rapture slammed into my mind. Ecstasy boiled across me as I kept pumping away. My jizz spurted over and over into her snatch. Her cunt milked me, hungry for my jizz.

To be bred.

“Goddamn,” I groaned when I fired the last. “Did you really enjoy that, Carmelita?”

Her eyes screamed no as she yelled, “Yes!”

“What is wrong with you?” Juana said. “You’re gay, Carmelita. I can see the loathing in your face. Why are you torturing yourself by fucking Clint when you don’t have to?”

“I won’t disappoint our father!” Carmelita snarled, scrambling out from beneath me. “I am straight! And that was the best sex I ever had. I want to be Clint’s sex slave, not yours!”

Juana slapped her sister hard on the face. She shook her head in disappointment. And then she walked off.

Carmelita stood there, her hand cupping her cheek, her eyes stunned. My cum trickled out of her pussy. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but words wouldn’t come. Then she folded up into a ball and started crying.

“Fuck,” I muttered. What now? How could we break through to this girl?

Lee touched my shoulder.

To be continued…

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Chapter One

Emma heard a knock on her apartment door and slowly rose from where she had been sitting in front of the small table fan in the kitchen. It was about half way through August and the entire building’s air conditioning was broken. Which seeing as it was the middle of the afternoon and about 103 degrees outside meant that Emma was hot, sweaty, and very miserable. Emma had long blond hair that fell halfway down her back. An avid jogger as long as the outside temperature wasn’t in the triple digits, she was thin and lean. At the moment she was only wearing a pair of mini shorts and a sports bra.

As her visitor knocked again Emma quickly ran through a list in her head of whom it could be while she walked to her door. She hoped it was someone responding to one of the fliers she had left all over the college she would be attending offering to rent out the second bedroom in her apartment. It had been two weeks now and so far no one had responded. Emma had reminded herself that the semester was still almost a month away, but the fact remanded that she could only pay the rent for a few months on her own.

As Emma reached for the doorknob she hoped that if it was an answer to her flier it was a guy. A gay guy. Emma hoped for this because she herself was very gay. Had been all her life. Emma figured if she got a girl, straight or otherwise, she’d eventually want to jump her. And if she got a guy, and he liked girls, then he’d probably want to jump her. As Emma saw it the only way to ovoid one or the other party wanting to screw the other ones brains out was if her roommate was male and only liked cocks.

Emma opened the door. Well, she had no idea if the person standing before her was gay, but they certainly weren’t male.

The girl standing before her was about her age with shoulder length chestnut hair. She was slightly taller then Emma and just as fit. Almost immediately Emma noticed two things about her. First, her tits appeared to be firm, perky, and while not overly large, her rack was defiantly nothing to be ashamed of. If Emma had to guess she’d say a small to medium C cup.

Secondly, every inch of her exposed skin glistened with sweat. And seeing as her outfit was almost exactly the same as Emma’s, the only difference being that her shorts went down to the top of her knees and she was wearing sandals, she had a whole hell of a lot of exposed skin.

“Are you Emma Cox?” the girl asked.

“Ah, yeah.”

The girl smiled. “I’m Evone Backers. I’m hear in answer to your flyer,” she said holding one of them up.

Emma didn’t know whether to scream with joy or despair, so instead she just motioned for Evone to come in.

“Sorry I didn’t call in advance, but I don’t really have a phone, and it just seemed easier-”

“It’s okay,” Emma said. “It’s not like I was doing anything. Anyway, it’s not that big, this is the living room, over there is the kitchen, there’s a hallway over here, the first door on the left is a closet, the second is the bathroom, and the two doors on the right are the bedrooms. The first one is mine, so if you moved in the second will be yours.”

Evone looked around. “Air conditioning?”

Emma winced. “Out of commission. I’ve talked to the building’s supervisor, but it could be a while. I guess when you go for the cheapest apartment you can find that’s reasonably close to the UCS campus you can’t expect too much.”

“So, just the dinky little fan on the table over there?”

“Well, plus a larger one next to my bed.”

Evone nodded. “How much?”

“Ah, 150 a month, except for the first month, that’s 400.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me, are you going to be attending the collage, or…”

“Ah, yeah,” Evone said walking into the kitchen. “I’m not entirely sure what I’m going for, probably spend the first semester or two working on general ed.”

Emma nodded, talking the opportunity to admire her potential roommate’s ass. ‘This can’t work, I’ve known the women for less then five minutes and I’m already wondering what she looks like naked.’

“I’m going for some sort of computer thing, I’m not sure what yet.”

“Cool,” Evone said turning back to face her.

“Thanks,” ‘Look at her face and not her tits, look at her face and not her tits, look at her face and not her tits, look at her face…’

“Can I use your bathroom?” Evone asked after a moment.

“Ah, yeah, sure.” Emma watched as the other girl walked away, so mesmerized by the sway of her hips and ass that she didn’t even notice her glance back and then smirk before entering the bathroom.

Emma leaned back against the living room wall. Ever since she had opened the door and seen that girl there had been a building heat in her loins that had nothing to do with the temperature.

It had been a while since her last encounter, but this was ridiculous. Emma shook her head. She needed release. She could wait for Evone to leave, surly this couldn’t take much longer, but every moment that past the throbbing desire in her pussy grew.

‘Fuck it,’ Emma moved into the kitchen were she would have a few moments of privacy when Evone came out of the bathroom to make herself presentably again. Leaning against the sink she quickly shoved her right hand down the front of her shorts. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear so her fingers had no problem sliding through her folds, which were already slick with more then just sweat. She teased her clit with her thumb while she quickly thrust her middle and ring fingers into her sex.

Emma closed her eyes while she squeezed her inner muscles around her fingers, letting out a small whimper when she pressed her thumb against her clit. She established a fast rhythm with her fingers, sawing them in and out of her pussy.

With her other hand she reached up and cupped one of her breasts through her bra. She squeezed it, rubbing her tightening nipple through the cloth.

At first Emma thought of the last time she had sex. It had been back in her hometown in New Mexico with this girl named Isabella. She had a great body, caramel skin, a firm ass, and plump tits topped with fat brown nipples. However her fantasies quickly turned to Evone. Both of them here, in the kitchen, naked. Evone on her knees before her, face buried in her cunt, tongue hot and wet against her clitoris.

After only a few minutes Emma came, biting down on her lower lip to stop from crying out as she convulsed around her fingers, her pussy gushing additional fluids.

Emma slowly pulled her hand from her shorts, locking her knees to remain upright through the afterglow. After a moment she turned around and turned on the sink, putting her hand under the cool water to wash away her cum.

When Evone came out of the bathroom a minute latter she found Emma sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of cold water.

“I’ve decided I’ll take it.”

Emma looked up at her. “Are you sure? It’s not exactly the nicest place ever.”

Evone shrugged. “Like you said, it’s close to UCS. Besides, I have some money; I could splurge on two or three of those air conditioners you stick in the window. Apart from the heat are there any problems?”

Emma shook her head. “Not that I can think of. Give me a few days to think about it and leave me some kind of contact information so I can get in touch when I reach my decision.”

“Why, has somebody else already offered?”

“Well, no, but it’s three and a half weeks until the start of the semester, and I was thinking I’d keep me options open for a few more days.”

Evone shook her head. “I can tell you right now that you’re not going to get any better offers.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. First, I can promise you right now that I’ll never be behind on the rent. Secondly there’s the whole air conditioner thing. And thirdly,” Evone placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, “you’ve been sneaking glances at my boobs ever since you opened the door. If you ever want to see them in all their naked glory, it’d probably be best if we were living under the same roof.”

Emma froze, her eyes going wide.

“Hey, want to here a secret?” Evone whispered. “When I went to use your bathroom a moment ago, I didn’t need to pee. Seeing you all sweaty from the heat, and dressed the way you are, or aren’t, I really need to masturbate. It didn’t help though. I’m still So. Fucking. Wet.”

Emma stared at her for a long moment. Then she snapped. She surged up from her chair, grabbing Evone and kissing her. Evone returned the kiss, guiding them out of the kitchen and into the living room, pushing Emma onto the couch before straddling her. She grabbed her sports bra, Emma lifting her arms over her head so she could pull it off.

“Hum. Nice tits,” Evone said before closing her hand around one of them. They kissed again while Evone explored her breast, gently stroking the soft pliant flesh.

After a moment Emma ended the kiss. “Get off me, it’s way too fucking hot to be doing this.”

“Are you sure?” Evone asked rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Emma reached up and stilled her hand on her breast. “I didn’t say we should stop. I think stopping now would literally kill me. I’m just thinking we should move this to the bathroom. More specifically a cold shower.”

Evone grinned. “I can do that,” The two women quickly left the living room and went down the hall to the bathroom. While Emma turned the water on Evone kicked off her sandals, then pulled down her shorts and panties. As Emma turned to face her she pulled off her sports bra leaving herself completely naked.

Her breasts were even perkier then Emma had thought, despite their size there wasn’t even the slightest hint of sag, her hard, rosy, succulent nipples pointing to the sky. Emma’s eyes traveled down her body, most of which hadn’t been covered anyway, to her pussy. It was pink, lush, and completely free of hair.

Emma took off her shorts. She had a two-inch landing strip above her slit.

The two girls quickly got into the shower, standing under the spray of cool water as they kissed and pressed their naked bodies together. One of Evone’s hands quickly fond Emma’s ass, roughly mauling the firm yet supple flesh. Emma moaned into their kiss, enjoying the felling of Evone’s breasts meshed against her own.

Evone’s other hand moved between them, quickly finding Emma’s pussy and teasing her folds. Emma ended the kiss and stepped back slightly to allow Evone’s hand more room to move against her sex while one of her own hands went to Evone’s snatch, shoving her middle finger up into her twat. Evone returned the favor.

They kissed again as the fingered each other, their tongues meeting as each girl added two, then three fingers to the mix. Emma gasped when Evone found her g-spot, Evone, realizing her discovery, made sure to rub it again and again and again. Emma responded by digging her thumb into Evone’s clitoris. Meanwhile with her other hand Emma fondled one of Evone’s breasts.

Evone pressed Emma up against the wall of the shower as she began to thrust even harder up into her cunt. Meanwhile she slid her other hand between Emma’s ass cheeks, her middle finger quickly finding her asshole. Evone teased her rosebud before entering it, sliding her finger as far up into Emma’s ass as she could.

Emma ended their kiss as Evone continued to violate her. “So you’re an ass girl. I should have know,” Emma said squeezed her already tight asshole around Evone’s finger.

“Yeah. I’d ask you to return the favor, but I like you other hand where it is,” Evone answered as Emma tweaked her nipple.

Evone quickly established a rhythm between her finger in Emma’s ass and the ones in her pussy. She felt Emma’s own fingers increase their pass within her while she switched to her other breast. Evone added another finger to her ass.

Emma began to lick and nibble at Evone’s collarbone. She felt the other girl’s fingers inside her body, working her, and the feelings of pleasure began to overwhelm her. Determined to bring Evone to her orgasm first she stepped up her own ministrations. She didn’t make it.

Emma cried out as her climax hit her. A few moments later Evone followed her over the edge, the two women shuttering against each other as they came. As she came down from her high Emma slipped her hand from Evone’s still quivering pussy, a moment later felling the other girl do the same. Evone wrapped her arms around her, holding her naked body against her own as the cool water continued to rain down on them.

After a little while they broke apart. “That was amazing,” Emma said brushing her soaked hair from her face.

Evone smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. There’s more where that came from.”

“If I let you move in?”

“It would make things more convenient.”

Emma grinned back at her. “Deal.”

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After A long week, mom loses control.

My standard disclaimer, all stories take place on a different earth, where the orbit is 3 times ours, making ages 1/3 what they are on earth. And where the age of consent is thus 6.

Her red hair bounced and seemed to flow in rapid waves as he rapidly thrust in and out behind her. She held her head low, and he held her hips from behind, making wet, sloppy noises as the musky scent of her pussy filled the air. I could feel the softness of her hair as it cascaded over my thighs, pleasant and sexy. He had been going at her for at least 5 minutes, and had already cum at least twice, the evidence pooling below her. His small body almost disappeared behind her round hips, but his face showed the considerable effort he was putting in to each and every thrust. She let out long soft moans that seemed to eminate from somewhere deep inside her, somewhere her children should not be.

I spread my legs wide for her, her face mear inches from my pussy, I was hot and wet, and it felt like my clit was going to erupt. I could tell she turned her head to look at it, I could feel her breathing on it, it aroused me even more, if that was possible.

“You said you would lick me Mommy.” I told her, trying not to sound as desperate as I was, I wanted this so bad.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s going to make you happy tonight.” she said, tilting her head up to me slightly.

She slowly, painfully slowly, lowered her head, and her lips met mine. Her lips were soft and warm on my bare skin, her tongue licked me up like firm, wet silk.

It had been a very boring week. School was boring, the kids at school were all stupid, my little brother was boring and stupid. I was looking forward to the weekend, even if it ment spending more time with the family. Mom had been acting a bit odd all week. I figured there was someone at her firm she was trying to get the attention of. She kept dressing more and more sexy as the week went on. It looked like she was headed to a club by the time today, Friday rolled around. Short skirts, tall heels, and blouses that showed way too much of her ‘girls’. She was also a lot more affectionate to William and me. Hugs that lasted longer than I liked, and she hasn’t kissed us on the lips like that since we were little.

More boring and stupid after I got home from school. Talked to Melissa for a while, but mostly it was just me and William waiting for mom to get home and make dinner. Mom got home but seemed frustrated, not at me or William, just somehow like there was something that she needed to get done, but couldn’t find the time to do it.

I tilted my hips to her as William continued to pound away at her, she moaned loudly as she licked at my slit. I shook and squirmed almost uncontrollably, it was hard to keep still enough so mom could keep mouth on my pussy. Soon her licking and William’s thrusting were matching, her beautiful red hair bouncing as he pushed her face to my cunt with a furious rhythm. I was losing control, I was making sounds that I didn’t mean to, sounds I didn’t know I could make. She would lick me up and down, back and forth, and when she hit my clit it made me make more sounds.

I could see William’s face, and he was cumming again, he stopped thrusting, pushing his hips hard in to her ass, putting it all as deep as it would go. This made mom moan loud in my pussy.

Mom went to making dinner right away, and I was hungry. It seemed to take longer than usual, but I was glad when it arrived. Dinner was nothing special, but somehow it tasted extra good tonight.

We weren’t 2 minutes in to dinner before William dropped his fork, this seemed right about on time for him. After fumbling around he came up very red faced, while mom sat reading something from work. He did it again. He came up red again. I gave him the evil eye, I didn’t want to upset mom in her mood. He signaled me to look under the table.

When I looked I didn’t see anything, then I looked over toward mom. Her skirt had accidentally ridden up and I could see all the way to her panties, well I could have if she was wearing them, what i saw was an orange triangle of curly hair. I popped up.

William kept dropping things, even more than usual, I finally had to kick his shin to get him to stop, mostly because I wanted to look again. It made me feel funny to see it, like something tingling in my belly.

She started licking just my clit, it felt so good I couldn’t catch my breath and my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. I could feel her hand touch my pussy, and I thought I would scream, she rubbed it around my hole, and it felt so nice. She rubbed around my butt hole too, that shocked me, but felt nice, naughty and nice all at once. My hips began to twitch as she licked, every lick caused me to push in to her. She brought her finger to my hole again, and slowly pushed it in, just a little, to where it ends. She just kept rubbing me gently and licking my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore, my body betrayed me and I lost control of it, it froze up and i couldn’t hardly move.

“Mommy, it’s …” “Mommy, I…I…” I tried to talk. “Mommy what’s ha….” my voice seemed small and weak at first, then I lost control of it as well. I screamed out not able to stop myself, strange primal sounds that I didn’t understand as my pussy had a mind of it’s own and pushed hard to her face. As I slowly ragained control of my own body, mom brushed the tangled strands of hair from her face and looked up at me and smiled in a most loving way. I just laid there blissfully confused.

I looked under the table again. I could see it changed, her legs were more open and there was wet spot forming. I knew what that was, mine does that too sometimes.

After dinner, mom told us to go shower, we were so awestruck we did exactly as told. William went first, and I went to my bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing mom’s pussy. I looked at mine, sad, pathetic, bald. I looked at my boobs, or at least where they should be, just two pink dots. Two hard, pointy pink dots. I showered after William, but all I could think about was mom’s pussy. Afterwards I went down stairs to watch TV, maybe that will take my mind off what was between moms legs. It didn’t. When we came down stairs mom seemed to look at us funny.

“I think I’ll go shower too” She said, and headed off to her bathroom.

She pulled my legs together and pulled me down to her. She stopped and put her mouth over my nipple, I felt embarrassed, not having any boibs like her. She sucked gently, then firmer before letting it go and finishing pulling me down. When my head was even with her, she kissed me. First it was gentile and motherly, then her lips parted, her tongue invaded my mouth, and it became so much more, I could taste my own pussy on her lips. She broke our kiss.

“Could you lick mommy’s pussy now?” She asked. I nodded excitedly, I wanted to taste her very bad.

She moved forward, leaving William’s small erect dock pointing stright out, and rolled over on the bed.

“Come here baby” she said to William, and he moved up beside her at the head of the bed.

She spread her legs until her garters were stretched tight and her pussy was splayed wide to me. I didn’t know what to do, I just looked at the beautiful woman that lay before me.

“Right here baby,” she said, and she patted her cunt with a wet sound, “just like Mommy did for you.”

I moved between her legs and gazed and her cunt, it was messy with her motherly secretions and William’s cum that still oozed from her, and I didn’t mind, I wanted it all. My mouth touched her pussy, and at first it felt foreign and wrong, and then it felt so natural and so right. I licked up and down many times, from her hole to her clit, back and forth, she started to moan again. I looked to see mother taking William’s dick in to her mouth, she swallowed the whole thing, it seemed impossible.

When mom came down stairs, William noticed her and his mouth hung open, I looked over. I saw her disappear in to the kitchen wearing something I’d never seen her wear before. Long, white, and see through, I could see her butt clearly through it. She had stockings and that thing around her waist to hold them up, and tall high heels that looked very sexy. Even the way she moved looked sexy. I wished I could look that good.

She came out of the kitchen and looked even better. I was so jealous of how mom looked, she had boobs, and hips, and looked sexy, where I just look dorky. I want boobs so bad. I could see right through the front, except her tits, and I soon noticed she no longer had that patch of orange hair, I was kind of disappointed. The part the covered her boobs was solid, but split down the middle, and I could see a nipple poking out of each, they were just the right size, and a perfect shade of pink. Mom walked like a woman who wanted something, and knew how to get it.

She handed us each a drink, and sat between us, William hadn’t taken his eyes off her crotch, I nudged him, but it only helped for a minute. I drank the drink down, not sure I even tasted it, I was having trouble taking my eyes off those titties of moms.

“Can I pick something?” she asked, not waiting for a reply, William handed her the remote.

I tried to turn away when mom looked over at me, I didn’t want her to think I was staring, but I think she wanted me to look.

A few minutes later something from the pay-per-view started.

I was licking up and down when I heard mom pull William’s prick from her mouth like a lollypop. She put her feet behind my head.

”Here baby, let me help.” and she used her legs to put my mouth where she wanted it. “That’s good baby, suck mommy right there, suck,on the little hard part.”

So that is her clit I thought. I suckeled on it like a baby with a bottle, and mom began to moan softly. I looked up to see William starting to cum, he got a funny look and then got real rigid. Mom kept sucking on his dick, even harder now, they both seemed to enjoy it. Again she removed william from her mouth with a wet sound.

“We’ll do more later baby, but mommy really needs something now.” she told him, as I kept suckling her clit. “Let me have your hand Ginny.” she said. I sat up and held my hand to her. “Good girl baby, good girl.”

She made my hand narrow, and positioned it at her pussy hole. She began to pull and my hand started to go in to her. I didn’t think it would go very far, but it kept going in, next thing I knew, I was up to my wrist in mom. It was so warm, hot really, and so very wet.

“Oh that’s so good baby. Now I want you to fuck Mommy with your hand, go slow at first, then get faster. Do it while you suck Mommy’s clit. You are making Mommy feel really good sweetie.” she told me, and loved hearing that.

I started. I went back to sucking her clit, I started moving my hand in and out, just a couple of inches. I could feel things inside her, it was an amazing feeling to actually be inside mommy. She started moaning louder and breathing faster.

I was shocked, I looked at the screen and there were two naked girls kissing and rubbing each other.

“Um, mom, what’s this?” I asked, embarrassed beyond belief, but I couldn’t turn away.

“Its a porn movie.” she said as if it was obvious, and I guess it was. “thought maybe it was sex-ed time for you two. Oh, this looks good.” she followed up, pointing to the TV. I had never looked away.

“I thought sex was a boy and girl.” I asked.

“Often it is, but sex between two girls can be amazing too. And you can’t get pregnant” mom explained. 

“Are you a lesbian?” I asked, I could hear the shock in my voice.

“No, you don’t have to be a lesbian to like having sex with girls.” she told us. “For a relationship, I like boys, but for just fun, good sex, girls are just as good.”

I watched as the two on tv moved and started licking other’s pussies. They were almost as pretty as mom, with bigger boobs, and no hair like mom. I think I see why no hair is good, if your going to be licking there.

“What does it taste like?” I asked, I shocked myself, I mean I wanted to know, I wanted to try it honestly, I wanted to try moms now, but did I really ask that?

“Every woman is different.” she said, [how many women has she been with I thought] “Some are more salty, some almost sour, some sweet. But all are fun to lick! See, she is licking her clit, it’s the sensitive little bud at the top of your pussy. That’s the part that feels best.”

She then shocked me in to silence, she pulled up her gown, and spread her legs. Then she used her hand to open her pussy lips, I was just stunned.

“See, it’s that little part right here.” she said as she rubbed her finger in small circles over her clit. I could see the fluid building in her opened pussy hole, and feel it in mine. The smell of her pussy was exciting me just as much.

I was moving my hand in and out with good speed now. I could feel what I think is her cervix as I pushed deep inside her, then coming out just past my wrist. I tried to match the speed to my clit sucking and licking. Her tall heels dug into my neck a bit as she held me tight in her count. It only took a few minutes then her pussy got noticable warmer, and I thrust faster in her, and sucked her clit faster. Her hands came down and grabbed hand fulls of hair on both sides of my head and held me tight, there was no way I would have been able to stay with her clit otherwise, her hips were bucking and bouncing all over. Then the thrusting stopped, and her pussy came up one last time, hard in to my face.

Mommy screamed loudly at me…“Eat me baby, eat mommy’s cunt.”

And I did, I sucked on her clit and a hot stream of fluid bathed my chin and down part of my neck. It took a long time for mom to let me go, every few seconds she would thrust her pussy at my face a couple of times, moaning and gasping. After a while, she let go of my hair, which was good cause it kind of hurt. She moved her leg from behind my head and I pulled off her sweet clit, in case you were wondering, she tasted sweet and musky, and it made me hot. I started to remove my arm from her,

“Slowly.” she cautioned.

I removed it slow, my arm now wet to the elbow, the bed soaked with fluids. 

“Can we do more?” William said. He hadn’t spoken hardly at all the whole night.

“Absolutely baby, what would you like.” mom replied.

“Do you ever rub yours.” Mom asked.

I must have turned beet red.

“Of course you do, we all do.” she added, this made me feel a bit better.

“You have felt it get hard haven’t you?” she asked.

I nodded. I like to rub it in bed at night.

“Feels good doesn’t it” she stated “This feels so good. ” she continued, rubbing her clit. The room smelled of sex and lust, I wasn’t sure which one of us was adding more to it.

“I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.” I told her, looking over the very sexy outfit she was wearing. I would love to dress like that.

“I don’t very often, but it makes me feel real sexy. Do you like it?” she asked

I was trying to come up with words to tell her how much I liked it, when William added from the other side “ I think it’s great mom.”

“I’m so glad you like it baby,” she said as she turned to him “you like looking at me don’t you?” 

Williiam blushed again, it was practically his natural color anymore.

“I like it when you look at me like that.” she told him, directing his eyes from her pussy to the movie where a man entered and had his dick in one of the women.

“That’s how boys and girls have sex.” She stated “he puts his cock in her pussy, and eventually he’ll cum.”

William stared at the screen. “the opening in the pussy is right here.” she said spreading her legs again, and began to finger herself for him to watch.

The next scene was soon on, and it started with a standing woman in a wedding dress, while a groom and bridesmaid licked and sucked her tits.

“What would you like to do my baby boy?” mom asked, his hardon pointing to her face. 

“Can I put it in you again?” he asked in a timid voice. 

“You want to fuck your mommy some more? “ she asked with a wicked grin.

He nodded and smiled.

“Let’s try something special. Remember in the movie when the man put his dick in the girls ass?” he nodded. “Want to do that to me?” he nodded again.

Mommy lay on her back lifted her knees high to her chest, straining the garters, then out wide. She reached down, grabbed his shaft and brought it to her ass as I watched, she smiled at me.

“Go slow at first, then I’ll tell you when you can go fast, ok?” mom instructed.  

“OK mommy” he said, and he immediately started to push in. It slid in readily in one long push as his hips came to rest on her upturned ass. Mom continued to hold her legs behind her knees wide and high, she looked so hot and sexy.

“A little faster now baby.” she told him, and he started to thrust in and out of her ass. “Ginny honey, want to come sit on mommy’s face so I can eat that sweet pussy of yours again?”

I was so flattered she wanted my pussy, she wanted to eat me again.

“Do girls like their boobies sucked?” William asked. 

“I know I do.” mom said, “that’s why this nightgown has these openings.” as she pointed to the slits that allowed her perfect pink nipples to poke out. They were hard and I wanted them so bad, but then she offered them to my idiot brother.

“Would you like to suck on them?” she asked, he quickly nodded. “How about you Ginny?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never had mine sucked.” I said, I knew what she was asking but my feelings were hurt she didn’t offer me first..

“Would you like to suck mine?” and with that she gave me the most sexy, seductive look, and I melted. I never answered, I just learned forward, opened the satin slit the cup, and engulfed it.

“Easy baby girl, not so hard. Softly, and mostly on the nipple.” she instructed. I eased up. At some point William latched on to the other. I found myself wishing these were still full of milk, wanting my mommy to nourish me, to have my mommy inside me.

William was pounding his small dick in her ass with abandon, and mom seemed to enjoy it. I swung one leg over her head, my bald pussy a few inches from her face.

“Now Ginny, when you sit on someone’s face so they can eat your pussy, drop your cunt slowly down to their mouth, and use you hands to open your pussy for them.” she told me.

I did as instructed, I used both hands and spread as wide as I could without it hurting too much. I wanted it wide, I wanted her inside me, way up inside me. She opened her mouth and her tongue emerged, I dropped my little hole right on it. I know it was my clit that made me feel so good before, but I wanted her inside me now. I wiggled on her mouth, trying to get her in me more and more. I could feel her tongue in my cunt, but I wanted it deeper.

William’s pounding was making mom shake under me. Finally, after his second orgasm in her beautiful ass, he pulled out and was done for the night. Mom told him he needed to clean her ass, and it was the nastiest, most erotic thing ever, watching him lick his cum out of her ass. When he was done, mom lowered her legs, and went to work on my clit. Licking at first, the sucking like a baby on nipple. It took less time this time, my hips began thrusting on their own. Mom reached up and started rubbing my nipples, and that pushed me over. I reached down and grabbed her hair, and held her hard on to pussy, I wasntmletting this go. She ate me faster and faster.

“Mommy, oh fuck mommy, oh fuck mommy, fuck mommy….” I screamed out loud, every ‘mommy’ got louder. Something about yelling “mommy”, as I came made it even better.

Mom’s hand shot between my legs and began rubbing me through my pajamas, it felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was stunned momentarily, but I opened my legs for mom as I regained my composure. I made some sort of involuntary noise, when her hand snuck under the waistband of the pjs. Her hand felt so warm against my bare skin, I was embarrassed at first, I didn’t even have any hair between my legs yet, I thought she must hate it. I then remembered hers was all gone now too, so maybe it wasn’t all bad. I opened myself as much as I could to her, and her hand ran all the way down, even to the spots past my pussy, then back up again. I was in speachless bliss.

I noticed she was also rubbing on William, his small dick hard, and standing stright up. Then just as quickly, and wonderfully as it started, she stopped and we watched the tv somemore. I think my disappointment showed even more than I wanted. As we watched the people on the TV having sex, I sat close to mom, she would caress my nipples through the fabric, again I was embarrassed at first, not having anything like she did, but it felt so good, and she seemed to like doing it. I dont think my nipples had ever been this hard, they almost ached for something, something I didn’t know. She would pinch and squeeze her own nipples and boobs, it was really exciting watching her touch herself, just like I do sometimes.

After William left, I figured he went to sleep for the next week, as evidence of many orgasms puddled on the bed, I went to get a glass of water. When I returned, mom was sitting on the bed and I sat between her legs, leaned back against her, I could feel those perfect breasts against my back. Mom finally too her heels off, I was jealous and wished I could wear shoes like that. I tried one on, it was too big, but I liked how it made me feel, sexy and horny, maybe the shoes didn’t have anything to do with the second one. Mom brought her legs over and inside mine, the silky stockings felt so nice on my legs, so smooth and sexy. As she used her legs to open mine up, I turned and looked at her, the wicked smile on my face mirrored on hers. She kissed me, and this kiss was never a mother – daughter kiss.

I pulled her hand down between my legs, and put one finger just in my pussy. I wanted her inside me, I wanted that intimate connection like when I was inside her, but only a tiny bit fit in me, I was so frustrated.

“This is your hyman, when you first have sex with a boy, he will break through this, and then you are not a virgin anymore.” mom told me, as she gently rubbed what I thought was the end of my vagina. “You don’t get that back, so make sure it is with someone very special.” 

I brought her other hand down and put her fingers to rubbing my clit, and it all felt so wonderful. If that darn hymen wasn’t in the way it would be perfect.

Mom seemed to have had all she could take. She pull her gown up, spread her legs, one going over mine, and started fingering herself right there. First I saw one finger disappear in side her, then pounding away at herself with fast, hard thrusts. I can’t even get one all the way in me. It was so hot watching her do this to herself, pleasing herself in front of us. A second fingered vanished in to her pussy, and she picked up speed, the sounds of her moaning and grunting were almost as loud as the wet slapping sounds coming from between her legs. Three fingers, I didn’t know that was possible. Faster and faster she went, until her other hand came to help, and began rubbing her clit. She scooted down on the couch, her butt hanging off the edge now, but she never slowed. The moaning and grunting had merged in to one long groan, getting louder it turned in to a scream. Her hips started thrusting up and down wildly in the air, the wet sounds and musky scent filled any air space her screaming didn’t, then several small jets a fluid squirted from her body, falling to the floor in an elongated puddle.

As her breathing came back to just rapid, and the last echos of her screams faded away, William and I were still in awe. It was the most erotic and sexy thing I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

“That my sweeties, it what a real orgasm looks like.” Mom said, breaking the silent sexual trance William and I were in. She stood, pulled the nightgown over her head, and it dropped on the floor near the puddle she had just made. She stood before us in only her stockings and heels, looking better than any movie star, ever.

“Would you two like to come to my bedroom with me and have a few of those yourselves?” She asked us.

I beat William to the stairs, but not by much. We ran to Mom’s bedroom, climbed on the bed naked, our clothes vanishing somewhere between here and there, and waited for her to join us.

Mom seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and she took over. I held my hands over hers, feeling her work me. We never stopped kissing, as she rub ed my clit and masaged my virginity. As my body surged on, I could hear loud moaning and heavy breathing as if it were coming from someone else. Our kiss didn’t break until my panting and moans made it impossible to stay together. I could feel my next orgasm coming soon, my hips had a mind of their own, thrusting wildly in the air, heart pound so hard I could hear it, and heat building between my legs was incredible. I wanted mom kn my, not rubbing me, not just touching inside, I wanted her all in me, i needed her all in me. No future boy would have it, it would be hers. Orgasm eminate and unstoppable, I kissed her hard, tongue filling her mouth as much as possible, and a wave of euphoria crashed over me, body quivering and twitching, I pulled her hand hard in to me, her finger ripped through and I lay there shaking. The pain was mixed with an amazing orgasm, and it felt right. I lay my head on her chest and let the orgasm wash away from me.

Epilog 

Mom gave us the “don’t tell anyone…” talk, like I would go around talking about sex with my mom. I have never regretted giving mom my virginity, boys come and go, but my mom I’ll love forever. Yes we had sex lots after that, and still do, she’s the hottest cougar in town, and love that I get to have her.

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Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

Summary: Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

NOTE 1: This is the 2nd part of a multi-chaptered story, although I believe it can be read without reading the first part if you wish. With that in mind, here is a summary of the story so far:

Part 1: A SHOCKING SECRET
Bride-to-be Brittany is finally going to meet the in-laws a few days before the wedding. To her surprise, her whole world comes crumbling down as she learns:

-Not only her in-laws, but her parents as well, are part of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom. This exclusive male dominated secret society believes that men are dominant and women are submissive. The society believes that incest is natural and is the ultimate way to show true love between family members.
-Brittany also learns that her engagement to Bradley and her career as a lawyer were both set up by her Order of Syndom father.
-Brittany is overwhelmed by all the revelations but eventually accepts her natural position of submission….submitting to her parents, her in-laws and others in a full scale orgy.

Thanks: To MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for editing this story.

Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, with Bradley lying beside me and wondering if yesterday had been real.

Had I really learned that my parents were members of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom?

Had I really sucked and fucked my father-in-law to be, my fiancé’s uncle and his grandfather?

Had I actually eaten pussy for the first time…the pussies of young, bimbo strangers?

Had I fucked my father and pleasured my mother?

Was I now the lowest slut in a bizarre sexual hierarchy?

As I replayed my bizarre first meeting with my future in-laws, I knew the answer to all was yes. I rolled onto my side and looked at my fiancé. I had thought I knew everything about him, yet apparently I knew very little. Of course, that went for my own family too. My mother a sexual submissive? My father a dominant Master? And me…a sexual submissive to all?

Bradley opened his eyes and although groggy he could see in my eyes my confusion and insecurity. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Well, everything I thought I knew about my life has been a facade. My family, my career, even my relationship with you,” I said, recalling the fact that my father had apparently arranged getting me my job and the love of my life.

“I didn’t know we were set up,” Bradley said. “I fell in love with you without any influence by the order.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, Brittany,” he said softly. “They may have set us up without our knowledge, but they can’t create the feelings I have for you.”

“Or that I have for you,” I countered, realizing he was right. Regardless of how we met, everything that happened after that were decisions made by Bradley and me.

“We can just run away,” he said sincerely.

“Really?” I asked. “Just up and leave our lives?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “If we stay, the Order will own us.”

“And you don’t want that?” I asked, flashing back to yesterday and him telling secrets about our sex life and him having incestuous sex with his sister and mother.

He paused.

“Be honest, Bradley,” I said, “I think I can handle anything after last night.”

He laughed, “Yes, you seemed to take everything thrown at you last night.”

“And in me,” I quipped.

He took a deep breath and said, “I love being a member of Syndom. It has been a big part of my life since I was eighteen.”

“Have you fucked other Syndom sluts since we started dating?” I asked, before adding, having learned yesterday that he had cheated on me with his sister during our relationship, “besides your slut sister.”

“Actually, no,” he said. “I have not been to any Syndom events since we started dating.”

“Honestly?” I asked, my heart warming at his being so faithful to me.

“Yes,” he admitted, “I didn’t want to lose you.” After a pause, “I still don’t want to lose you.”

“You still love me after all the sins I committed last night?” I asked, feeling both ashamed of my actions and yet oddly excited…my pussy getting damp under the sheets.

“It’s my fault for not warning you in advance,” he said, his face showing his guilt.

“No, I could have stood up for myself,” I replied, realizing the truth of my own actions. “The reality is I was drawn into the web of sex and my natural sexual desires of submission.”

“But I should have told you the full scope of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“Is there even more than I learned last night?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said. “But once you officially join the Order, you are bound to it, as they will have a lot of dirt on you.”

“Hmmmm, you have never bound me,” I teased, my hand going to his cock.

“I’m saving that for the honeymoon,” he quipped back.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I teased.

“Oh, I can keep them,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

Breaking the kiss, he rolled away from me and said, standing up, “I also promised not to fuck you until after you say ‘I do’.”

“I do,” I said, wanting a morning fuck.

“Fuck, I love you, Brittany,” he said, his hard mushroom top sticking out of his briefs.

“Prove it,” I challenged, crawling over to him.

“There will be punishments for both of us if we break the rules,” he warned, making me instantly recall I was supposedly getting a punishment today for having come before I was allowed.

Fishing his cock out, I began stroking it, “Am I worth the punishment, baby?”

“Aaaah, you are insatiable,” he groaned, as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth.

After a few seconds, he said, “I think oral sex wouldn’t count as breaking the rules.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned on his cock, as I began bobbing hungrily.

As usual, when we had morning sex, it didn’t take long to get his balls boiling and in a couple of minutes Bradley deposited a load of cum down my throat.

Pulling out, a minute later, he said, “You’re going to be late for work.”

“Damn you,” I whined, “are you really going to leave me all wet and wild?”

He shrugged and teased, “They say patience is a virtue.”

“Fine,” I sighed, ignoring the fire burning down below and getting out of bed.

“So, you’re okay with becoming a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“Yes, Master,” I smiled, knowing deep down that last night was the most intense, fulfilling night of my life and had opened up a whole new world for me.

Leaning in, he kissed me again. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I do love you, Brittany.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” I smiled back, knowing that as long as he was by my side nothing else mattered.

We had breakfast, showered and headed to work, as if today was just a normal day. Of course…it was anything but normal.

…..

I was in my office after lunch with a client of mine working on briefs for a case I was dealing with, when my secretary announced that Mr. Pickerton wanted to see me.

Instantly I panicked, knowing that Mr. Pickerton was a member of the Order. Would he have any clue of my many transgressions last night? He often called me in for discussions about cases, so being called by him wasn’t out of the ordinary…yet somehow I sensed this wasn’t about a case.

Taking a deep breath, I left my office, went to the elevator and headed to the top floor.

Getting off the elevator, I was surprised to see that his secretary, Mrs. Patterson, wasn’t there. I waited a couple of minutes before deciding to knock on his closed door.

“Come in, Ms. Peck,” Mr. Pickerton called out.

I entered and he added, “Please close the door.”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded, closing the door…filled with an eerie trepidation at what may lie ahead.

“So how are the wedding preparations going, Ms. Peck?” He asked casually.

“Crazy,” I admitted, today being my last day at work, taking off Thursday and Friday for the wedding this weekend and the following week as well for my honeymoon.

“I got an interesting phone call last night from your future father-in-law,” he said, my fears instantly realized.

“Oh!” I said.

“Apparently, I am to dish out your punishment,” he revealed rather matter-of-factly, “although I doubt you will think it is much of a punishment.”

“Please, sir,” I pleaded, “I really need to keep my work and private life separate.”

“That can be arranged,” he nodded in agreement, “the Order can protect you…if you are loyal to it.”

“But, I,” I began, but was interrupted.

“Come replace Mrs. Patterson, Brittany,” he ordered, as he rolled his chair back.

I watched stunned as Mrs. Patterson, a chubby, but very pretty woman in her late forties, who was usually ice cold at her desk, crawled out from under his desk. Without a word, she walked past me and out of the office.

“She has been a member of Syndom for over twenty-five years and man she can suck a cock,” he said, rather casually.

“Really?” I asked, shocked and yet after all I had learned recently nothing should have surprised me. Yet, the biggest bitch in the building being a submissive slut at first shocked me and then made me smile thinking how pretentious she was in her demeanour…ironically, just like me.

“Oh, you would be surprised how many members of the society there are in this city,” he said, before adding ominously, “more than a few of whom you have met.”

“Like who?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“Oh, they will let you know when the time is right,” he smiled. “Now, back to the task at hand, or should I say mouth?” he finished pointing to his crotch. I couldn’t see his cock from where I was standing, my view obstructed by his desk.

“I’m not sure I am comfortable with this, Mr. Pickerton,” I said, hating that already a decision made yesterday had come to my place of work.

“I wasn’t asking your opinion. Brittany,” he sighed. “Now get on your fucking knees under my desk or I give Walker a call.”

“Okay, okay,” I said shocked by his aggressive behavior, just beginning to understand the full scope of the Order of Syndom.

“Good girl,” he said, as he watched me walk around the desk.

I stopped in my tracks and gasped, “Holy fuck.”

He chuckled loudly, “Never seen a big black cock?”

“N-n-no,” I stammered, as I stared at the eleven inch black missile that was pointing directly at me.

“Well, then you’re in for a chocolate treat,” he said smiling. “And I know that all girls love chocolate.”

My mouth watered, my cunt leaked slightly at the thought of it in my mouth or cunt.

“Stop drooling over it and get under my desk,” he ordered, clearly amused at my stunned silence, “DA Smith will be here in five and he isn’t a member of the society.”

“Oh my,” I said, thinking I’d better hurry and get him off. I quickly got under the surprisingly spacious desk and got on my knees just as he rolled his chair back in.

Suddenly eager to have that big black fuck stick in my mouth, both out of curiosity and for the sake of speed, I took it in my hands, stunned again by how hard it was, as I took his mushroom top in my mouth.

He groaned, “Walker said once you get a cock in front of you the slut switch turns on.”

The words should have been insulting, but I had long crossed the line of embarrassment (I was currently on my knees, under a desk, in a professional business suit, sucking my boss’s massive cock). Instead, I focused on getting him off.

As I began bobbing back and forth, awkward at first in the confined area, I took four or five inches in. After a minute or two, he rolled back, his cock slipping out of my mouth, “Now Smith will be in here in a couple of minutes. My cock will remain in your cocksucking mouth until our meeting is over. Yet, I don’t want to come. Is that clear?”

“Y-y-you want me to stay under the desk during your meeting?” I asked, flabbergasted by his expectations.

“This is a punishment, Brittany. Although the reward for obedience will be eleven plus inches of black cock in that white cunt of yours,” he smiled, his plans for me clearly laid out before me, before adding, a devious smile on his face, “or your ass.”

“What if he hears me?” I asked.

“Then your career is probably over if he thinks you sucked and fucked your way to the top,” he answered, just as the intercom came on.

“DA Smith is here to see you,” Mrs. Patterson announced.

“Now be a good slut,” he said, rolling his chair back in as he pressed the button and said, “Let him in.”

My eyes were big as I took his cock in my mouth, the rest of my body paralyzed with the fear of getting caught.

A moment later, the door opened and DA Smith said, “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.”

Mr. Pickerton welcomed, “I always have time for you, Bill.”

I heard him sit down on a chair on the other side of the desk, as I remained frozen with a couple inches of cock in my mouth.

Bill started, “How are the kids?”

“Getting bigger and louder,” he replied.

“Isn’t that always the truth,” Bill laughed.

“And what is new with you?” Mr. Pickerton asked.

“Between you and me, I am running for governor,” he revealed.

“Congratulations.”

I listened intently. If Bill became the governor, which he would have a great shot at, there would be an opening.

“And I was looking for support from your office,” Bill continued.

“Of course, you got it, Bill. Although it would suck to lose you,” Mr. Pickerton added, moving his ass up a bit, his cock going deeper into my mouth.

I took that as I was supposed to be sucking him and began slowly, nervously, sucking him as I tried to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” Bill said.

“Of course. So when are you planning to announce that you’re running?”

“Next week,” Bill answered.

“Well, if I can do anything to help.”

“Your support is great.”

“On a different note, what do you think of Brittany Peck?” My boss asked, again making my eyes go wide.

“Professional or other?” Bill asked, his tone joking,

“I already know you would love to fuck her,” Mr. Pickerton chuckled, his cock vibrating in my mouth.

I couldn’t believe they would talk about me like a piece of meat.

“I would love to fuck that face of hers, she has amazing cocksucking lips,” Bill said. I again couldn’t believe he saw me like that. Although it was obvious Mr. Pickerton was allowing me to hear this, it was also obvious this wasn’t the first time I had been talked about so unprofessionally.

“She does have amazing cocksucking lips,” Mr. Pickerton agreed, as I continued slowly bobbing on his cock.

“Although I wouldn’t mind tapping her ass, too,” Bill added, with a laugh.

Mr. Pickerton laughed too. “Your obsession for fucking girls in the ass is an unhealthy fetish.”

Bill defended, “I like to see women submit to the naughtiest taboo and give in to me unconditionally.”

“Sex equals power,” Mr. Pickerton pointed out.

“As true today as it was hundreds of years ago,” Bill agreed.

I had always wanted to be a fly in the room able to hear what the men talked about, and now hearing it I was appalled at how little had changed. Yet, ironically, being on my knees, sucking my boss’s cock, it was hard to protest and defend that things had changed. I had worked my whole life to become a respected lawyer, to be taken as a professional woman, and yet in just one day my whole journey of feminism was shattered.

Pickerton concurred, “Men will always run the world.”

“And women will always reluctantly take it up the ass to climb the ladder thinking they can one day be a leader,” Bill added.

“Good to know,” Pickerton said.

“I have to go to another meeting, but we should have lunch soon,” Bill said.

“I have to finish something I started, too,” Pickerton replied, his implication obvious to me.

They said their goodbyes and Pickerton finished with, “Be sure to consider Ms. Peck for the DA position.”

“Oh, I consider her all the time,” Bill retorted, his tone implying he saw me more as an ass to fuck than a woman to hire, which pissed me off even as I continued slowly sucking cock.

The door closed, Bill rolled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. “Did you learn anything?”

“All men are pigs,” I replied from my position of humiliation under his desk.

“Oink,” he shrugged, before ordering, “come bend over my desk I only have a few minutes.”

I crawled out from under his desk, thankful to be off my knees, and asked, “Do you guys always talk about women as pieces of meat?”

“Not always,” he replied, before adding, “but you need to understand regardless of the Order of Syndom men still run things.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” I protested, as I stood up, knees sore, frustrated at the chauvinistic reality…even after all I learned and submitted to yesterday.

“Bend over the desk, Ms. Peck,” he ordered, his tone firm, ignoring my soap box protest.

I sighed. After yesterday, I had learned that resistance to the hierarchy is futile, plus undeniably my cunt was wet at the thought of his big black cock inside me. So instead of continuing to protest, I obeyed, frustrated at my weakness, frustrated by my predicament, frustrated at the reality that my determined existence was a facade and yet I was eager to feel his cock in me.

“Good girl,” he purred, which added to my shame of obedience.

He flipped up my dress and said approvingly, “Thigh highs, very nice.”

“Thank you sir,” I nodded, as his hands squeezed my ass.

“But,” he said, his tone shifting to disappointment, “an Order of Syndom slut doesn’t wear panties.”

“Sorry, sir,” I apologized, not wanting to be punished.

He pressed the intercom on his desk, “Mrs. Patterson, could you please bring me some scissors.”

He sat back in his chair as I remained bent over his desk waiting for further humiliation knowing that his bitch of a secretary would soon see me in a very unprofessional position.

He asked, “Do you want Bill’s job?”

“Yes,” I admitted, the conversation of my career strange considering the situation.

“He will have the most say in his replacement,” he continued.

“So I should offer up my ass?” I asked, not even sarcastically like my mind was thinking, but slutty like I already understood that it was the way to climb the political ladder.

“It definitely wouldn’t hurt,” he agreed, just as Mrs. Patterson entered.

I looked at her and she smiled a knowing smile.

Mr. Pickerton ordered, “Please cut off the slut’s panties.”

“She’s wearing panties?” she questioned with a condescending admonishment.

“She’s a slow learner,” he said, as she reached me and roughly cut my panties off.

“I’ll help train her, sir,” she offered.

“You’ve wanted her forever haven’t you?” he asked, revealing another surprise to me.

“God, yes,” she said with disdain, as she shoved my cut panties in my mouth. “I have always wanted to put this bitch in her place.”

I gasped into my surprisingly wet panties shocked that this bitch secretary called me a bitch.

“Get her ass ready for my cock,” he ordered, as my eyes got wide, his cock much bigger than any that had been in my back door the day before.

“I’d love to,” she said, pressing two fingers roughly into my cunt, as she said amused, “She’s fucking drenched.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you knew you were getting a big black cock in you?” he asked.

“You know I would,” she replied playfully, as she added a third finger into me.

Although it was rough, it was somehow turning me on, as they talked about me as if I wasn’t there.

“Fist her,” he ordered.

I again gasped into my panties as another first occurred when she immediately obeyed his order shoving her whole fist up my well lubricated cunt. I screamed, as my cunt was widened unnaturally, my panties falling out of my mouth. “Fuuuuuck.”

She slapped my ass hard making me yelp. “Put your panties back in your fucking mouth and don’t you dare make a sound, you pretentious little fucking bitch.”

Her tone fierce, I quickly obeyed, shoving my panties back in my mouth like an obedient child as she began pumping her arm in and out of my cunt. I whimpered and moaned into my panties as I was fisted and violated like a cheap slut.

“Gape her ass,” he ordered.

“With pleasure,” she agreed, as she pulled her fist roughly from my cunt and slid two fingers inside my ass. She wiggled her fingers around and said, “It’s already pretty loose, sir. I’m guessing she is already a pretty dirty ass slut.”

“Is that true, Ms. Peck? Are you already a dirty ass slut?” he asked, pulling my panties out of my mouth.

“Yeeeeeees,” I admitted, as she slipped a third finger in my rear.

He shoved the panties back in my mouth and asked, “Is she ready?”

“No one can be ready for that big snake of yours, sir,” she answered, clearly lusting after his cock.

He laughed boisterously, “Touché,” before I felt his strong hands on my hips. “Get the lube.”

“Not sure the bitch deserves it,” she said, smirking at me, her disdain for me obvious.

“Don’t want to rip her apart before she has all her submission gatherings,” he said, reminding me of the many different events my father-in-law had informed me were going to happen between now and my wedding.

“Fine,” she shrugged, opening a drawer and pulling out a tube of lube.

She roughly lubed my asshole, her fingers violating me once again, before he ordered, “Lick her cunt, while I fuck her ass.”

She sighed heavily, clearly thinking she was below such a task, but I smiled thinking of her pleasuring me.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the burn that was inevitable as his thick cock would widen my ass unnaturally.

Without any more discussion, I felt his cockhead pushing against my asshole and after a brief resistance he broke through and I whimpered into my panties as an intense pain immediately began.

A couple of seconds later, I felt her tongue on my cunt which immediately created an intense contrast of pleasure and pain.

He slowly continued to penetrate deeper into my ass as he said, “For such an ass slut, you have one fucking tight ass.”

“Not for long,” she quipped from beneath me.

He laughed again, “That’s definitely true.”

I just kept my teeth clenched together as his violation of my ass continued, the bitch’s tongue on my pussy at least countering somewhat the pain that was not fading away.

“Dammit,” he sighed. “I have to get going soon, your true anal training will have to wait until after your honeymoon, Brittany.” As he began fucking my ass, although only half his cock was in me.

After a few strokes, the pain, like it had the first time I took a cock up my ass, began to fade and an indescribable pleasure began to slowly build.

“Fuck, I love your ass, Brittany,” he grunted. “I can’t wait to really give it the full Pickerton invasion.”

I moaned, as I got used to his thick cock in my ass, and began to want to take more in me.

“You like my cock in your ass?” he asked, as he began fucking me faster.

Spitting out my panties, I admitted, “Oh God yes, fuck my ass harder.”

“You really are an insatiable slut just like Walker said you were,” he approved, before continuing, “I knew your father was a member of the society, but I couldn’t fathom you being a submissive cock slut at first.”

“Oh, I am,” I moaned.

“But you’re such a straight line feminist,” he pointed out.

“Can’t I be both?” I asked.

“A feminist and a slut?” he questioned.

I knew instantly the terms were contradictory, but the reality was, I was the oxymoron of the two worlds colliding. “Yeeees,” I moaned, “now fill your feminist slut’s ass with all that big cock of yours.”

“You’re not ready for it all,” he warned.

“Slam that big fucking snake in my asshole,” I demanded.

“You asked for it,” he said, seemingly surprised by my hunger.

I grabbed the edges of the desk in preparation for the hard thrust I was anticipating, craving and screamed as all eleven inches filled my ass and his body slammed into mine so hard the desk moved. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, a mixture of burning fire and orgasmic euphoria cascading through me.

“Drill her ass,” Mrs. Patterson snidely quipped as my head went light.

He continued pounding my ass as the pleasure and pain principle continued to create a sensation that riddled my very being. So close to orgasm, I babbled incoherently, “Oh God, fuck, yes, aaaaah, shiiit, close, close, sooooooo close.”

I was so close to coming, the double pleasure and unbelievable feeling of my ass being so full was causing such intensity in pleasure that I thought I might pass out…yet my orgasm, so close, wouldn’t burst, instead simmering so close to the surface.

Mrs. Patterson laughed, as she slipped two fingers in my cunt, “Come, you nasty slut.”

Finding my g-spot, I obeyed her demand, as I screamed, not even thinking of the words coming out of my mouth, “Thaaaaank you, Mistreeeeeeeess,” as the avalanche of euphoria, crashed down on me hard.

I just lay bent over the desk, my body drained of all energy, my mind empty of rational thought, as he continued to pound my ass, and she continued to tap on my clit…my orgasm refusing to stop pulsing through me.

A few deep thrusts later, my black Master announced, “Here comes my cum,” as he shot his load deep in my ass.

I moaned, “Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum,” as I tightened my ass cheeks trying to milk his cock for every last drop of his sticky seed.

She pulled her fingers out of my cunt, my pussy juice leaking out of me like a tap left running and he pulled out of my ass, his cum dripping out of me. I felt like a dirty slut, humiliation setting in as my orgasm faded and the reality of my submission came flooding back.

Mr. Pickerton said, “I have a meeting to go to. Brittany, congratulations on your upcoming wedding and I look forward to continuing your training when you return to work.”

“Yes, sir,” I weakly agreed, happy he was leaving.

“Mrs. Patterson, she owes you an orgasm, but don’t keep her too long, I imagine she has work to do before she heads out tonight for her family orgy,” he said casually, as if he was talking about the weather.

“Hmmmm, I have the perfect place for her to return the favour,” she purred, standing up and smiling deviously.

“I’m sure you do,” he chuckled, as he walked out of the office.

She said firmly, “Straighten up, slut, and meet me at my desk.”

“Okay,” I weakly agreed.

“Okay, Mistress,” she corrected.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized, finally standing straight up.

“Oh, you will be if you are not a hundred percent obedient,” she warned, walking out.

I stretched and wobbled, my head still light from the orgasm and wondering how I was ever going to get my life to resemble some sort of normality. Taking a few deep breaths to recover, I walked out of the office, his cum still leaking out of my ass.

“Under my desk,” she ordered, not even looking at me, as she rolled her chair back.

Understanding her earlier warning, I didn’t protest, even though the area was a lot smaller than the one under Mr. Pickerton’s. Once under the desk, she rolled her chair back under, her legs wide open.

I didn’t need instructions as I buried my head between her legs, under her dress and began licking her completely shaved pussy.

“Go slow, slut, I want this to last,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered in shame from my submissive position as I continued licking.

Over the next thirty minutes I licked slowly, was ordered to stop each time the phone rang, and sat frozen in fear as another colleague of mine chatted with her. Mrs. Patterson seemed to revel in the fact that I was under the desk and clearly prolonged the conversation longer than necessary.

Eventually, she grabbed my head and began grinding her cunt on my face, finally coming all over me.

Once her orgasm was done, she rolled her chair out and ordered, “You can fix your make-up, you look like a cheap slut, but don’t wash my pussy juice off your face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, getting out of the confined space and standing up, my knees aching.

“Go, slut,” she said, her tone full of disdain as she waved me off.

I scurried out and rushed directly to the restroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself: my face shiny, my make-up running and my hair dishevelled. I couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours ago I was living a completely different life. I tried to fix my hair and face as best I could as I had left my purse in my office.

Doing an adequate job, I took the stairs down to my floor, to avoid colleagues, and ignored my secretary who said something to me as I walked into my office and closed my door.

Collapsing in my chair at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, my anxiety at a new high.

The intercom came on, “Ms. Peck, DA Smith is here to see you.”

My eyes went wide again as I quickly grabbed my purse. I replied, “Please tell him I need a couple of minutes to finish with an issue.”

“Of course, Ms. Peck,” she agreed.

I went to my private bathroom and tried to make myself respectable as I shifted from submissive slut to professional lawyer…although knowing what I now knew…I would play sexy professional lawyer in an attempt to have him consider me as his replacement.

As I added a fresh coat of lipstick, I wondered, ‘would Bradley be okay with me sleeping my way to the DA’s job?’ Considering he had fucked his sister without my knowledge, I figured I owed him one.

I finished freshening up, confident I had both the professional and physical attributes to get the job.

Deciding that being a part of the Order of Syndom should also enhance my professional life, I went to my desk ready to use my sexy wiles to show DA Smith I was the perfect candidate for the job.

Just then I got a text from Dad:

Baby Slut,
Meet the family at McGavin’s at six.
An outfit for the evening will be dropped off at your office this afternoon.
Master Daddy

My cunt tingled as I read the text and the promise of tonight. Would my two brothers be there? Grandpa? Uncles and aunties? Was tonight going to be an incest orgy with me as the center piece?

Horny again, I put my phone away, unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse, creating a valley of flesh to tease, pushed a piece of paper off my desk and pressed the intercom button, “Please let DA Smith in.”

Tonight was a few hours away, right now I had to focus on the task at hand….convincing DA Smith I was the right woman for the job.

He walked in and I stood up and walked over to him. I offered my hand and my dazzling smile, “It’s great to see you, sir.”

“You too, Ms. Peck,” he smiled, looking directly down at my ample cleavage I had created just for him, before adding, “It won’t be Ms. Peck for much longer, though.”

“Oh, I plan on keeping my maiden name,” I pointed out, although I wasn’t sure that was true after all that had transpired…did I even have a say in such matters anymore?

“Good for you,” he nodded.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, walking towards my desk, stopping at the corner of my desk to bend down and pick up the piece of paper I had dropped earlier, allowing him to get a good long look at my firm ass.

“Um, well, I,” he struggled, obviously distracted by my curves.

Standing back up, I asked, smiling, “You okay?”

“Y-y-yes,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. “Just need to talk to you quickly about something.”

“Sure, what about?” I asked, turning around and leaning on my desk, allowing him a great view of my nylon-clad legs.

He sat down and slyly adjusted himself before he continued, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I am running for governor.”

“That is great,” I smiled warmly, bending down to give him a congratulatory hug and a lengthy view of my breasts. Standing back up, I added, “You are the perfect candidate.”

“Thank you,” he nodded, his face clearly showing surprise at my rather uncharacteristic warmth. “The reason I am here is, if I win, there would obviously be an opening for a district attorney and Mr. Pickerton recommended you.”

“He did,” I replied, moving back to my desk and sitting down. “That was awful big of him.”

“And I agree, you would be a great possible candidate,” he continued, continuing to look at my breasts more than my eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, noticing he used the word ‘possible’.

“Oh please, call me Bill.”

“Only if you call me Brittany,” I smiled back.

“So, are you interested?” he asked.

“Of course,” I nodded, before adding, my tone not dripping with flirtation but enough, I hoped, to make my point, “I would do anything to get that job.”

“Well, I don’t think there is anyone more qualified than you,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” I smiled, before adding, “but I have seen many men less qualified than me get positions I should have gotten.”

Bill shook his head. “At the District Attorney’s office you are judged on your ability and not your sex.”

I smiled and leaned forward, allowing my breasts to practically fall out of my blouse, “Can’t it be both?”

Bill’s eyes went wide as he stared at my cleavage utterly speechless.

I stood up and moved back around my desk as I explained, “I know how the game works Bill. The system is one massive boy’s club. That said, I have something to offer that none of the boys in the club can offer.”

With that, I dropped to my knees and put my hand on his very hard cock.

After a moment of shock at my aggressive approach, he quickly took control, smiling confidently. “So, you are willing to do whatever it takes?”

I squeezed his cock firmly, “I am a hundred percent team player.”

“Is that so?” he asked.

“Although for a full hundred percent participation I need to be more than just a ‘possible’ candidate,” I continued, fishing his cock out of his pants.

“I usually do a thorough interview before I ever hire someone,” He countered.

“Let’s do some oral dictation first,” I quipped and devoured his six inch cock.

“Oooooh,” he groaned, probably quite surprised that someone he had gone head-to-head with on many occasions was now giving him head.

I bobbed on his cock hungrily, easily deep-throating him, for a couple of minutes, before taking his cock out of my mouth and asking, “What is the next part of the interview?”

“A complete physical,” he smiled. “Got to make sure you are healthy and able to work the long gruelling hours that the job entails.”

I stood up and asked coyly, “Should I get out of this skirt?”

“I want to see those tits you are always flaunting first,” he ordered, no longer surprised by the shift in context.

“You mean these?” I asked coyly, cupping my breasts.

He stood up, and demanded, “I don’t have a lot of time to flirt, Brittany. Show me your tits now.”

I obeyed, taking off my blouse, willing to do anything for him to give me my dream job.

“Bra too,” he ordered.

I again obeyed.

“Very nice,” he approved, cupping my breasts.

“I’m happy you approve,” I smiled.

“Usually, I would do a very through interview, but I think I will get right to the final question,” he said, as he turned me around, pushed me over my desk and tugged down my skirt. “No panties and thigh highs,” he said his tone implying he was surprised and impressed.

I replied, “I dress as a professional on the outside and a slut underneath.”

“Well done,” he approved, “the only question left is do you allow access to all three of your holes?”

“I like to think I’m a fuck two holes and get the third for free kind of girl,” I quipped trying to be witty.

He pulled his pants down and said, “I hope to test out all your holes, Brittany, but I have time constraints at the moment.”

“I see,” I pouted, “well, I guess this will just have to be a test drive for now and you can do a more thorough test when you have time.”

His hands went to my hips and I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, “I will definitely take you up on that offer, Brittany.”

“I hope you doooo,” I moaned, as his cock slowly slid into my ass.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, as he slowly slid deeper into my back door.

As he started slowly fucking my ass, he said, “I’m a little surprised by your enthusiasm.”

I moaned, “I’m a lot more than meets the eye.”

He continued slowly fucking me until I demanded, “Come on stud, don’t make love to my ass, pound it.”

“Shit, Brittany, you really are a wild one,” he chuckled, as he obliged my request, beginning to slam into my ass. His cock much smaller than Mr., Pickerton’s, I easily took it all.

A couple more minutes and he warned, “I’m going to come soon, my little ass slut.”

Wanting to taste his cum, I moaned, “I want it down my throat.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, moving back.

I quickly dropped to my knees and devoured his cock. After a couple quick bobs, he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, his balls bouncing off my chin. Soon he grunted, “Here it comes, my slut,” and he deposited his load down my throat.

After the majority of his load slid down my throat, he slowed down and let go of my head. Pulling out a moment later, he smiled, “If I win, you win.”

“Either way, you win,” I smiled back, licking the head of his cock.

He chuckled, pulling up his pants, “Touché.”

Once he was gone, I went back to my desk, and tried to work. Yet, the knowledge that tonight I was supposed to be the centerpiece of a family orgy began to dominate my thoughts.

Looking at the clock, I sighed, it was going to be a long next few hours.

The end for now…

Coming next: Bride Submission: Family Orgy

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Fifth in the series, and a continuation of Lisa’s Punishment, which should be read first.

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her.

As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too?

As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did.

“How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone.

She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.”

“Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.”

“K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath.

In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing.

Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button.

“Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’

Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening.

“Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.”

“Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim.

“Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out.

“Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out.

“Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.”

“Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door.

Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future.

Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer.

“So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time.

“Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table.

“Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.”

“Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.”

Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point.

“He spanked me.”

“WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right? Oh my god, he did not spank you!” She was nearly in tears laughing. Lisa felt a huge weight lift as she realized the ridiculousness of it, and started laughing a little too.

“Oh, boy he sure did, and it was amazing!”

“Wait,” Kim came back around, “like, sexual spanking? Like you’ve been a naughty little girl, bent over the knee spanking??”

“No, not really. Better than that,” she said with an oddly defensive tone. “You’d better sit down so I can go over it.”

Kim sat down across from her and listened to her story. She, of course, knew Lisa had a thing for Mr. Evans, and about how things had gotten increasingly weird with the whole personal space deal. But in no way was she expecting to hear about the incredibly erotic way he’d disciplined her friend. Lisa had only gotten so far as the end of the spanking when Kim finally said something, thinking that was the extent of it.

“Wow, that was HOT. Makes me want to screw up more around him. How’s your ass feeling?”

Lisa looked at her kinda puzzled, not realizing at first she thought that was all there was to it. “It’s getting better, but it really hurt for a while. The shower made it sting all over again.”

“Man, that is pretty crazy. What are you going to do now?” still not getting it.

“Um, there’s a whole lot more that happened, Shake. That was just the beginning.” She went on to tell her about the finger fucking, which both shocked and aroused Kim. Lisa was quiet for another moment, trying to formulate the words for the next part, and Kim again erroneously assumed the story was over.

“That is messed up. I mean, kind of in a good way, but still. Wow.” Her friend’s continued silence and guilty look clued her in. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s MORE??”

As she explained the final bit of it, Kim’s expression washed out as she succumbed to sensory overload. Lisa thought, my poor vanilla lover. Maybe this will open up your eyes to some adventurousness. She finished relating the rest of it, all the way up to how her butt hurt on the way home, then sat waiting for it to sink in.

Kim was just staring at this point, mouth agape. Then finally she sort of laughed and said, “You let him tie you to a door and fuck you? Oh, my, GOD, you whore!” she shouted, laughing hysterically again.

Lisa just sat there taking it, with a sheepish look beneath a beaming little grin. “Yup, I sure, did. And Kimmy, it was un-fucking-believable!!”

“You’re un-fucking-believable!” Kim said, jumping up out of her chair, “and you get another spanking for it!”

Lisa instinctively got up and started running away, laughing. “No-no-no-no-no!” She ran down the hall and up the stairs to escape Kim, hot on her heels. They were both shrieking and laughing as they ended up in Kim’s room on the bed, Lisa on her back, Kim on top trying to flip her over against her protesting.

“No, no, Kimmy, you can’t. It still hurts!” she said through her laughter. Kim was tickling her to get her to roll, pulling up her shirt to get to her skin.

“Aw, does widdle Wisa have a sore bottom?” she cooed sarcastically, still mercilessly tickling her. “Maybe you better let your pretty Shake kiss it an make it all better.” She focused all her tickling to one side, making Lisa roll defensively in that direction, and finally flipped her over. Once Kim had her on her stomach, she ran her hands lightly up under Lisa’s shirt, caressing her back, easing the tension away. As she felt her start to relax, she sat up, and smacked her playfully on the ass.

“Ouch!” Lisa squealed.

“That’s for going off and fucking some smelling man and bringing me your sloppy seconds,” she chided.

“Hey, I took a shower before I came over,” she protested. “And he’s not smelly, either. He smells kinda nice.”

Smack again, though not as hard. “And that’s for sassing me.”

“Hey, stop, seriously,” Lisa giggled. “Be nice!”

Kim continued to caress her back. She rubbed up to her shoulder blades and leaned forward. Lisa’s curly brown hair was cut short enough to expose her neck, something Kim always liked. She kissed her pale skin, working her way around to her ear.

“I’m terribly jealous, you know,” she whispered playfully. “You should have told me you liked to be dominated. I would have played along.” She emphasized her point by biting her ear.

Lisa wasn’t expecting that. She’d previously thought Kim was pretty tame sexually, and assumed it was just how she was. Now she felt bad that it was just poor communication. She propped herself up on her elbows.

“I’m sorry, Shake,” she said sincerely. “I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Kim responded by lifting Lisa’s shirt up and over her head, then pushed her back down onto the bed. Then she took off her own shirt, revealing her soft, round 32Cs. Her dark, stiff nipples stood out nicely against the mocha background of her skin. Her hair was down, allowing her long loose ringlets to drape partially over her breasts. She leaned forward again, letting her nipples trace along against Lisa’s back, allowing the weighty flesh of her globes to do the caressing, some thing both of them found incredibly arousing. “Oh my god, Kimmy. You have such great tits for that.”

“I’m so glad you like them,” she said continuing for a moment before sitting back up. “Lift your hips, please. We need to take these off.” As Lisa raised her hips, Kim reached under to undo her fly, then pulled her jeans down over her full white cotton panties. “What’s this? You bring panties into my house??” she teased. Whenever they got together, the understanding was that the underwear stayed home.

“I told you my ass hurts, but you didn’t believe me. I tried not wearing any, but the denim was too scratchy.”

Kim gently massaged her friend’s perfect ass through the panties with both hands. The fact that they never wore them around each other, and the novelty of the innocent schoolgirl look was unexpectedly turning her on, even though it was unintentional on Lisa’s part. Kim seemed to be discovering her kinking side. She scooched back, straddling Lisa’s thighs, and leaned down to tickle her nipples against the fabric for a few strokes, then, unable to resist, she moved back further and brought her face downward, pressing into her butt while squeezing it once again with her hands. She buried herself into her friend’s pantied ass, rubbing small circles into it, reveling in the warm softness and the girlish aroma of it. Then she began nibbling, taking small bites at first, but gradually taking more and more flesh into to her mouth, until she gave into her lust and was essentially chewing on it, leaving wet circles where her mouth had been.

Lisa’s reaction alternated between purrs of approval and occasional squeaks of discomfort when the bites became too aggressive. Given as they were through he fabric the overall affect was soothing to her skin, and as her panties became wetter and wetter with Kim’s saliva they felt like a balm on her tender skin.

“I think I’m going to eat you alive,” Kim said in a throaty voice as she continued chewing and drooling, soaking Lisa’s panties to the point of translucence over several minutes as she attempted to devour her flesh. She moved in random patterns around the full breadth of her cheeks, and in between as far as her face would reach with Lisa’s thighs held together. What she wasn’t biting she was vigorously kneading, causing a new mixture of pleasure and pain in her friend’s already abused posterior.

“Oh my gosh, Shake, that feels so good,” Lisa said tentatively, “but it’s starting to hurt too much…”

“Good,” she said, matter-of-factly, sitting up to observe her handiwork. “Then you’re just about ready.” The wet, see-thru panties made a squishing sound as Kim squeezed hard, digging her fingers in and forcing her thumbs into the gap between her thighs, eventually working them beneath the fabric. Lisa’s cleft was soaked from spit and her own excitement, and Kim used her thumbs to fully massage this area, from the opening of her pussy to her tiny tight ass hole, and up between her cheeks. As she rubbed Lisa’s wet lips, she dug in extra hard with her fingertips until her nails pressed deeply, nearly tearing the wet material. The pain and pleasure of it was driving Lisa mad. She just wanted the agonizing pain to stop, and the fucking to start, and she attempted to squirm her way loose from Kim’s inescapable grip like a whiny child.

“Oh, no, Speedy Puss, no fast relief for you today,” she said, tightening her grip while straightening her elbows, using her body weight to press her friend into the bed and forcing the fidgeting to stop. “That’s better. I’m going to be nice now, promise, unless you don’t cooperate. So be a good little bad girl for me, K?” She leaned over and gave her kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Now, as much as I’ve enjoyed soaking your pretty panties for you, I’m afraid the time has come for them to go.” Lisa smiled and lifter her hips to allow Kim to pull the sopping mess down her legs, tossing them to the floor with a ‘plop’. Kim took the opportunity to stand and remove her own jeans, revealing her fully waxed pussy and impossibly tight, round, athletic ass. Lisa was watching her while lying on her stomach patiently, and the sight made her cream anew.

Climbing back onto her friend, she straddled her butt and said, “First we’ll start with a nice pussy massage.” She licked her fingers and reached between her legs to massaged her pussy to get her lips good and wet and nicely opened for maximum contact. She let out a small moan as her loins were finally able to get some long overdue attention. Lowering herself down, she placed her lips to the still wet skin of Lisa’s ass, and began to grind herself about, her own wetness making things slicker still.

Even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulus from it, Lisa was happy to at last have the torment over with. And the sensation of a smooth, wet pussy rubbing against her butt was extremely arousing in its own way. Kim probably wouldn’t cum from it, but she sure knew how to get as much pleasure as possible from the motion, and her increasingly passionate noises confirmed this.

After several minutes of humping, Kim managed to pry herself away, and lowered her face once again to her friend’s ass, now shiny with her own sex. She began to place a series of tiny kisses over the entire area, from the small of her back, to the sides of her hips, to the tops of her thighs, and back up through the middle to begin again. She could taste herself as she licked her lips, and the mixture of scents rising up was intoxicating. She began to lick the skin of Lisa’s increasingly sticky butt, in essence cleaning it for her. After everything her bum had endured today, the sensation was beyond description. Soothing, arousing, healing, pampering, all wrapped up into one fantastic feel. Then she felt Kim’s tongue slid down between her cheeks, and she instinctively parted her thighs as wide as her knees would go.

Kim tickled her anus for a good while, enjoying the musky taste of her tight hole as it resisted then accepted her darting advances. They were now lying beside each other on the bed, Kim resting her body on the side of Lisa’s, her head towards her feet, her breasts nestled against Lisa’s back. As she moved more deeply towards the pussy she yearned to taste, Kim felt Lisa’s fingers begin to explore her own, and she pressed her hips forward encouragingly. With her own hand she began to massage Lisa’s clit, knowing she could get her to cum almost immediately. She could have tortured her further by bringing her to the brink, but it had been a pretty rough day for her sweetie, and she was dying to pop her once just to see her do it. The movement of the hand on her own pussy became more erratic as Lisa’ moans increased, until it finally stopped altogether, merely gripping her thigh. While she continued to lick the sweet taste of Lisa’s pink petals, Kim’s fingers rubbed her clit briskly until her hips began to buck up against her body.

Lisa’s orgasm came up through her body like a warm glow emanating from the focal point under Kim’s thumb, and she was more than a little vocal in expressing this. She loved how she was able to come so easily, and loved the way Kim could bring it out of her. Something about the feminine touch that could be so gentle and rough at the same time, not like the animalistic fucking she’d gotten earlier. Kim’s thumb continued to electrify her clit, but the intensity felt so good even if it was too much, and her soft tongue made her pussy gush with pleasure. Her body was shaking under the weight of Kim’s chest as her orgasm began to subside.

Downstairs, Dee had just walked in. She’d tried calling both their cells but didn’t get through, and knowing they were over at Kim’s figured she’d just go over. Seeing Lisa’s car out front and Kim’s parent’s car gone, she just walked in. From the foyer she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming form upstairs, so she quietly removed her sandals and put her bag down, then crept up the stairs.

Now that Kim had gotten Lisa off, she had her right where she wanted her. She sat up and turned around to give Lisa a long loving kiss, glistening chin and all. With a devilish look in her eye she said, “And now, my little Speedy, you’re going to lay there and do my bidding.” And with that she climbed up towards the head of the bed, putting a knee on either side of Lisa’s head, and positioned herself with her pussy right on Lisa’s chin, sitting lightly on the top of her chest.

Dee came to the open doorway just as Kim was climbing onto her friend’s face. From here she had a clear view of Kim’s cute butt, her long hair down her back, and Lisa’s body. Kim was facing the opposite wall, staring down at Lisa, who of course couldn’t see anything past the completely smooth pussy in front of her. Dee silently sat down in the hallway to watch, her hand reaching up the leg of her shorts and under her panties as the show developed.

“So, you like to be controlled, do you, you little slut?” Kim said to her smiling submissive. With her hands on her own thighs, she slouched back, pulling her pussy away from Lisa’s face as she let a trail of spit drop down onto her clit. She did this again, and as it ran down the length of her lips, the excess formed a small pool at the base of Lisa’s neck. “Don’t even think about licking that until I say so,” she said earnestly.

Lisa was shocked and aroused by her friend’s newfound kink, and Dee was absolutely turned on by it as well. With her left hand she was holding her panties aside while her right drew circles around her clit. She could only hope she’d would go unnoticed, but she wasn’t about to remove herself from the scene.

“Ok, now grab my ass, please. That’s it.” Lisa’s arms beneath Kim’s legs had enough room to maneuver to place a hand on each cheek. “I bet you want to pull my sweet kitty into you, don’t you?” she taunted, pressing her butt back into her hands.

“Yes, please,” Lisa said, playing the part.

Kim let some more spit dribble down, this time onto Lisa’s neck, then took her right hand and smeared the collected mess around, her hand around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “You’ll do it when I let you, is understand?” she said threateningly. Lisa nodded. “Good girl.”

Still pressing downward, Kim moved her slick hand up onto Lisa’s face, rubbing her saliva all over it, then, holding her jaw, she leaned forward and let another string fall right onto her chin, which she again smeared around, this time forcing her fingers into Lisa’s mouth.

“Suck,” Kim demanded, as Lisa hungrily obliged. “Better get some practice in before I give you this yummy cunt.” With her left hand she started rubbing her pussy, opening up the lips Lisa to see. She raised herself up, suspending her wet slit right over Lisa’s face, spreading her knees to lower herself tantalizingly closer. She removed her fingers from Lisa’s mouth, and, using both hands to spread her cunt open, she dropped downwards, placing her opening right on the bridge of Lisa’s nose.

“Can you see that?” she cooed. “Is that a close enough view for you? How about I rub it in?” She was grinding her pussy onto Lisa’s nose and forehead. “Such a pretty face to fuck.”

Dee was getting close to cumming watching this, and she had to force herself to back off. Her breathe was heavy and short as she tried not to make any noise, but what she was seeing was so thoroughly hot, she was having a hard time controlling herself.

“Ok,” Kim continued, “Say please and I’ll let you lick me.”

“Please,” came the small voice beneath her butt.

“Aw, that’s not very convincing, Speedy. Say, ‘Please may I lick your pretty pussy.’” Kim moved her cunt back over her mouth now, anticipating.
“Please may I lick your pretty pussy,” came the voice again, nearly begging this time.

“Much better,” Kim said, rocking her hips side to side now. “Ok, squeeze my ass for me and bring me to your mouth. Oh, yessss, perfect…,” Kim’s voice faded into loud moans as the tension released, and Lisa’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her body.

From the hallway Dee watched as Lisa’s fingers dug into the tight skin of Kim’s ass as she pulled her prize down to her. She could feel herself starting to cum and was no longer willing to resist. With one hand over he mouth, she held the other fast to her lips, letting the pressure on her clit burst into a ripple of pleasure as her pussy melted. Keeping her shallow, panting breaths as quiet as possible, she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the wall behind her. Were it not for the volume of Kim’s obvious pleasure she surely would have been heard gasping in the hallway.

Kim was fully enjoying face fucking Lisa, who was quite expert at giving her bald slit all the pleasure it could handle once she’d been given permission to do so. Wanting so much to reward her new adventurousness, Lisa gave her he best head she could, combining tongue fucking and clit sucking to devastating effect as she held Kim’s ass hard in her hands to force her pussy to her face. It took a while, easily ten minutes of constant attention, but gradually Kim built up into a long, enormous orgasm that went on loudly for another several minutes as her squirming body forced a prolonged din of shouts and incoherent moans from her throat.

By the time she was done, Dee had been able to prolong her own playtime into a continuous series of orgasms, her own increasingly careless noises drowned out by those of Kim. No longer wanting to merely spectate, she removed her tank and slipped out of her shorts. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye.

At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisa’s exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where she would go with a wink. Kim winked back and returned her attention to Lisa, still held between her legs.

“You’re being a very good girl, Puss,” she said, “Now lift up your legs and let me hold on to them.” Lisa lifted her legs up, and Kim reached back to tuck each of them by her side under her arms, leaving Lisa curled up with her ass in the air. “Very good,” she said, pressing herself back onto her face. “There’s a surprise here for you. So you just hold still and let her do what she wants, ok?”

Lisa’s eyes got big as she sensed someone else climbing onto the bed. A pair of hands gently held the backs of her thighs before she felt first a warm breath then a mouth on her exposed pussy. Kim held her legs firmly to her sides while Dee delicately sucked their shared captive for a long moment before sitting up and walking on her knees up behind Kim to wrap her arms around her in a big embrace. Looking past her shoulder and down between her legs she said, “Hi Lise, how’d you end up down there?”

Kim, pressing forward to make sure she was unable to respond, answered for her. “She was out getting into trouble with somebody today, so I thought I’d teach her a lesson. You’re here to help I assume?”

“Oh, anything I can do to teach a naughty girl some manners,” Dee said charitably. “How about I start with a nice finger fuck while you hold her.”

She crawled back behind the two of them, and leaned into give Lisa’s pussy a big slobbery lick to get her nice and wet. Then she slipped two fingers in to get her used to it before adding a third when her hand got good and slick and Lisa’s opening relaxed. Kim meanwhile was enjoying the benefits of the compliant mouth between her legs, grinding her hips in small circles as her moans once more began to build.

Dee was working on getting her fourth finger into the tight snatch before her. She leaned over to use her tongue on her clit to help encourage its acceptance, and soon with all four fingers she was twisting her wrist, screwing her fingers further into Lisa with each push. The muffled moans coming from beneath Kim were growing nearly as loud as those from above.

Dee was able to work her fingers nearly up to the third knuckle, aided by the fact that her hand was quite small. Sensing this growing receptiveness she slipped her thumb underneath her four fingers, and began to fuck her with her entire hand, still twisting as she entered, and every now and again sucking on her clit. Slowing her tempo down, she began to ease more and more of her hand in, as Lisa’s pussy relaxed and dilated. Finally, with one long, gentle push, she cleared the knuckles at the base of her fingers, and her whole hand was able to slip in, causing Lisa’s heightening moans to swell into a muffled scream into Kim’s pussy, at which point Kim turned to see what was going on.

Dee pulled Lisa’s legs free of Kim’s arms as she climbed off her chest, turning around to get a closer look at Dee’s hand buried to the wrist. Free from constraint, Lisa let out a series of long loud moans that were almost shouts, but still held her knees up towards her chest to allow a better angle.

“Oh, fuck, Dee. Hold still! Fuck, that feels so good!” Lisa grabbed Dee’s arm to keep it still while she got used to it, then began to pump herself slowly with it. Kim wrapped her hand around Lisa’s and helped her ease Dee’s arm in and out. The pace soon quickened as Lisa was fully in the throws of this new and extremely pleasurable experience. After a few short minutes she was cumming hard onto Dee’s fist, screaming loudly as her entire lower body contracted around it, with Kim now rubbing her clit. Holding onto to her knees, curled in an upside down fetal position, Lisa lay helplessly shaking as spasms shook her body, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. Dee carefully extracted her hand and rubbed her pussy gently as it recovered. Then she crawled up to give Lisa a kiss hello.

“I learned a couple of new tricks at college,” she said, “and I couldn’t wait to get back and show you. Although it seems you two were doing just fine without my help.” Then she sat back up and gave Kim a kiss too.

Lisa was slowly gaining her composure and finally spoke. “You would not believe everything I’ve done today, even though I have the feeling you know already.”

“I’m not exactly sure” Dee said, “but I might have an idea. Did something happen with coach today?” she smiled.

(Comments on the series welcome.)

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Seducing a high school girl

“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded with me.

It was almost too easy to lure her home with me, after she’s had too much to drink at the party. Even then, I could tell she wasn’t

actually a college student, but luckily enough, she’d told her parents earlier in the week she’s be staying with a friend for the night. I’d

overheard her telling some of her high school friends around the keg.

Now, a little past tipsy and pinned beneath me on my bed, laid this beautiful sophomore. As I leaned in to kiss her, I was met with a

lot of resistance. The girl kicked and squirmed as my lips pressed against hers, but eventually, she stopped resisting.

I could feel her arms relax and her shoulders release their tension. I slowly let go of her left wrist and let my hand make it’s was to

her breast. They weren’t huge, but they were firm and perky, just like I liked them.

As I massaged her breast, the girl beneath me began to slowly kiss me back. She steadily picked up the pace, and the kisses

between us became much more deep, rough, and passionate.

I was the one to break the kiss, and she looked almost disappointed.

“I take it back, don’t stop. This feels…. amazing,” she confessed.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” I asked smugly.

She bit her lip as I continued to fondle both of her breasts now, reaching further into her shirt. I tried my best to remain nonchalant,

but her beautiful blue eyes made me loose my breath. I knew from the moment I saw her that I could get her to go for me, as long as I

got her alone like this.

“I didn’t want to kiss a girl, I guess. I thought it would be gross, or disgusting. Maybe the gross part is that I like it so much,” she

said.

“I knew you would,” I laughed. “I could tell from the moment I saw you.”

“Oh my god,” the girl covered her face with embarrassment, not taking the compliment well. Her grinning face looked back up at me

and I jumped for joy when she hesitantly ask me to continue before she changed her mind and sobered up.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and her sexy black bra greeted me. It wouldn’t stay for long,

however, because I was quickly ripping it away to reveal her soft, round mounds below.

Her nipples were already hard before I put my lips around them. Gently, I nibbled and let my tong roll around it. I could hear her

gasp with pleasure, and she had no idea that this was just the warm up.

After giving each breast equal and fair attention, I slowly made my way down her stomach with soft and carefully planned kisses.

When I began tugging down her skirt, I was met with nothing but giggles and soft pants of pleasure. As her skirt and matching black

thong passed by my face, I laid kisses on the inside of her thighs, teasing her slightly.

When my mouth came down on her warm, wet, and waiting pussy, her paintings became louder. As I lapped my tong up and down

her slit, she moaned and squirmed with pleasure. She tasted amazing.

In a matter of minutes, the legs I held my face between were shaking in orgasm at the workings of my quick and gentle tong.

She was saying something about how amazing she felt, when I was getting up to my knees and ripping off my shirt and bra. Unlike

the high school sophomore beneath me, my college sophomore breasts were filled out to a D cup, and she quickly took notice.

I pounced back up to her though, and our lips were once again intertwined. It turned me on so much to think about the saliva and

juices that were moving back and forth between us.

I took her head and gently led it to my breast, and she didn’t take long to cradle my rock hard nipple in her mouth, even grabbing my

ass as her mouth went back and forth between each. I played with her clit as she did this, flicking it back and forth. She even began to

copy, fingering around my soaking pussy.

Suddenly though, she stopped.

“I can’t do this, I’m not a lesbian!”

I laughed, and told her she didn’t have to be to do this.

“It’s not the same. Me doing stuff to you, it just makes this real. This is wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she exclaimed while

reaching for her clothing.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, firmly by the roots, determined not to let go. I ignored the cries and the please and forcibly pulled

her down between my legs to my freshly shaved pussy.

At first, it was only receiving tears and wails, but eventually, the defeated girl started to move her tong up and down my pussy. At

first, little and quick, but then she began to lap up my juices with long, slow flaps of her tong.

I held her there for a better part of an hour, experiencing a handful of orgasms. It was probably the most turned on I’d ever been in

my life, forcing a sixteen year old to eat my pussy.

Finally, I let go, but the girl didn’t bolt. Instead, her tong continued sliding between my lips and she kept sucking up all my juices.

She was careful to hide her face from me and not look up to meet my gaze.

I knew that meant she’d enjoyed it, and that on some level she was now struggling with the fact that she had a strong sexual

attraction to other girls.

As she wiped a tear from her eyes, she looked down to the floor, ashamed, as she asked me to go down on her again.

“I can do that,” I assured her. “My roommate should be home soon. We can both play with you.”

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