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The mothers and their daughters on the Treasure Box need to be bred by the Son of Lust!

The Son of Lust

Chapter Ten: Naughty Mommy’s Port

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Jyou Sea

“Daddy,” Overia moaned, her cunt dripping with my seed.

I smiled as he stood frozen at the foot of the stairs that led down into the deck of the Treasure Box. The ship rolled with the waves. Wet pussy cream cooled on my dick. I throbbed with the excitement of incest. Overia wanted her daddy now. I had bred her, though. My virile cum held my father’s prowess.

I could breed humans and races birthed from Las’s cum, but not hermaphrodites like my step-mother and half-sisters. I could breed my dragon-mother, but then I came from her womb. Of course, I would be compatible with her.

I wanted to be compatible with everyone.

“This is wrong,” groaned Tarthan. He struggled to push his eager daughter off him, but her naked form hugged him tight.

“Just fuck me, Daddy,” she moaned, pulling him into the hold. “I know you want me. I can feel it. You’re so hard.”

“You’re my daughter,” he panted. “Incest is wrong.”

“Don’t think like that,” I told Tarthan. “Take your pleasure where you will. Enjoy her. Love your daughter. Incest is a beautiful thing. You fuck her hard.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go take care of your wife.”

He groaned as his daughter pulled him down on her. She stretched out on a crate and spread her legs wide. Her hands shoved down the pantaloons he wore, his sash falling to the ground. She worked fast.

He buried into her. She moaned her delight as he did. Her passion echoed through the hold. It was such a naughty sound to hear. I hummed as I headed up the stairs naked on deck, my dick thrusting out before me.

My dragon-mother waited. She was naked save for the gold collar around her neck and the golden chastity belt that kept her clit from sprouting into a dick. But you could still fuck her pussy or her asshole. She looked down at my cock, licking her lips.

“Find Bethie and send her to my cabin,” I said. “And join us. I want to have two mothers to play with.”

“Yes, Master,” she groaned, her deep-sapphire eyes dewy with lust. “Mmm, I can smell her on you. You fucked Overia hard.”

“Yes, I did.”

I sauntered past my mother as she scurried to the front of the ship. I felt the halfling females’ eyes on me. I would breed them all. Every woman on this ship would be mine. I also saw Foran, who was Bethie and Tarthan’s son. I would send Bethie to seduce him once I was done with her. She and her husband should have made love to their children when they were old enough.

That was what responsible parents would do.

I couldn’t wait until my daughters back on the island were old enough to love their daddy. It would be so hot to deflower them one after the other. They were all born so close together. And then there were my daughters with my mermaids. Those beauties were only a few days pregnant.

I grinned, eager for it all.

I entered the cabin I shared with my sisters and mother. They weren’t in here. Probably licking out a halfling cunt right now. They were having their own fun with the women of the crew. They had fucked Bethie with strap-ons yesterday, getting her primed for incest.

Right after I stretched out on the bed, Bethie entered. The motherly human had a hungry expression on her face. She had that same rich, brown skin as her daughter, her breasts large and stretching out her blouse. Wavy, black hair framed her mature and gorgeous face. She shuddered at the sight of me.

“Suck my dick, Bethie. Your daughter coated me in her juices. I need you to clean me.”

“My daughter,” she groaned, staring at my dick. The MILF licked her lips. “That’s Overia’s cream on my dick.”

“And you’re going to lick it up right now!” My voice cracked with authority.

She jumped, a woman used to taking orders from ship captains. She scurried in before she stopped. “But that’s my daughter’s juices, Kurtis.”

“And?” I asked. My mother closed the door behind her. “I know you watched my sisters yesterday. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about Overia. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. Well… Find out.”

She shuddered, her hands rubbing together. Her eyes stared at my cock. She licked her lips, her body trembling. She had this look of wild lust in her eyes. Her tongue flicked over her lips. She flexed her fingers, her eyes lidded.

“It’s time for you to discover the joys of incest,” I growled. “Suck my dick. Lick that cream off of me. Find out how yummy your daughter’s cunt is. Your husband is fucking her right now.”

“What?” she gasped. “Really?”

I winked at her.

“Gods, who are you?” she panted. “You turn me on so much. I’ve never felt like this.”

“He’s Las’s son,” my dragon-mother cooed. “I would know. I was bedded by the god of lust.”

A shiver ran through the woman. “Vedr’s queef, no wonder he’s so sexy. A demigod.”

Then, with a groan, she threw herself on the bed. I shuddered as she grabbed my cock. She sucked it into her mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her lips sliding over my dick. She sucked with hunger. It felt amazing. My face scrunched up. I trembled at the feel of her wonderful mouth sucking at my dick.

She bobbed then. She worked her lips up and down my cock. She nursed her daughter’s pussy cream off my cock. I smiled as my mother moved in behind her. She knelt and reached around to untie the woman’s sash.

“Enjoy,” I purred.

“Thank you, Master,” she moaned. “Savor her mouth.”

“Oh, I am,” I panted.

Mother pulled down Bethie’s pantaloons, exposing a curvy, brown rump. My mother’s pale fingers grabbed it. Her blue hair swayed as she ducked her head down. Bethie moaned around my cock as my mother feasted. The dragon devoured Bethie’s cunt.

I loved it.

The naughty wife worked her lips up and down my cock. She sucked with hunger on me. It was incredible to feel. I groaned at the delight that rose in my dick. My balls swelled as I savored this hunger. She nursed on me with passion.

“Yes!” I panted. “Oh, Las’s big dick, that’s good! Work that mouth. Suck off all your daughter’s juices.”

“Mmm, yes, yes,” purred my dragon-mother. “Clean him up and suck out his cum.”

Her blue eyes shone over the married woman’s rump. I loved these older, motherly women. They were exciting. My dick throbbed in Bethie’s mouth. She sucked with passion for me. She nursed with all her might.

Her warm, wet mouth sucked with such passion on me. I groaned as I loved it. She sucked and slurped on me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I panted, savoring every suck. Every last moment of her nursing on me. It was incredible. My balls tightened. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of rapture that would explode out of me.

“That’s it!” I growled.

My dragon-mother groaned her approval, her hands kneading Bethie’s rump. She dug those digits into that plump ass while devouring the married woman’s pussy. I shuddered on my bed, savoring ho hard Bethie nursed.

She polished her daughter off with relish. Her mouth slid up and down my dick. She sucked on me with passion, taking more and more of me. I brushed the back of her throat. She groaned and swallowed the tip of my dick.

“Gods, yes!” I growled. “Las’s big dick! Take it all!”

“Deep-throat my son!” groaned my dragon-mother. “While I do this.”

My mother sucked. Bethie groaned as she swallowed more and more of my cock. Her lips slid down into my bush. I shuddered, gripping a fistful of her black hair. She swirled her tongue around my shaft, sweeping it back and forth. She cleaned off her daughter’s pussy cream.

She loved the taste adorning my cock.

I shuddered as she sucked back up my dick. She nursed the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut, loving every last second of it. My balls tensed, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer. This sexy wife knew how to please a man.

“That’s it, Bethie,” I panted. “That’s fucking it. You’re going to get a mouthful of cum. Oh, yes, you are. Just spurt after hot spurt of my jizz firing into your mouth. You want that, don’t you?”

Her eyes smoldered. She sucked hard.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. My body bucked on the bed. I growled through my clenched teeth. I pumped spurt after spurt of jizz into her. She nursed it all down. She swallowed it. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst before my eyes.

She squealed.

“Yes, yes, give me that pussy cream,” purred my dragon-mother. “So good.”

“I bet!” I growled.

I kept erupting. I unloaded my balls into the married woman’s mouth. She sucked down the cum with hunger. She nursed it all out of me. I groaned, savoring that spunk. It was incredible to feel. To experience.

“Gods, yes!” I groaned as she nursed out the last of my cum. “Now ride my dick. I want that married cunt on my cock. I’m breeding you. Just like I bred your daughter.”

She whimpered and slid her mouth off my dick. “Vedr’s queef, you’re a bold one.”

“Yes, he is,” purred my mother. “Fuck him hard.”

“Mother, you can have fun, too,” I said and concentrated on her chastity belt.

She gasped as I dismissed it. Lasla had created it. My sister had some special abilities that were just so delicious. “Thank you, Master. I will enjoy fucking her ass.”

“What?” gasped Bethie. She threw a look behind her and gasped. “You’re a hermaphrodite!”

“A demigoddess daughter of Henta,” I lied. No one could know she was a dragon. They were supposed to be extinct. But Henta, the hermaphrodite Goddess of the Hunt, could fuck women and have children, too.

“What an intriguing life you live, Kurtis,” Bethie moaned. “No wonder you wish to sail to Naith.” Her face twisted for a moment.

“You’re Naithian?”

She nodded. “The rakshasas are cruel. Bloodthirsty. Be careful. They will seek to claim a strong young man like you.” She stroked my chest with one hand as she straddled me. “Make you into a pleasure slave until they grow bored of you.”

“Let them try,” I said, eager for the challenge. Thrak had tamed Thyrna, the rakshasa pirate. I would do the same.

I grinned as Bethie lowered her married pussy to my dick. I throbbed, so eager to breed this sexy wife. She still wore her blouse. That had to go. Her thick bush tickled the tip of my cock, hiding her delicious twat. Then her labia kissed the crown. Those naughty lips slid over my dick and engulfed me. She sank down me, moaning.

I grabbed her blouse and shoved it up her torso as her cunt swallowed my dick. Her large breasts popped out. They quivered before me. I grinned at the sight of them. They swayed back and forth. They held such wonder in them. I licked my lips, aching to grab them.

I cupped her tits. I squeezed them. My fingers dug into her flesh. It was an exciting delight to massage those big and lush mounds. I licked my lips, so hungry to breed her. Her cunt felt amazing around my cock. I groaned at the hot embrace of her married flesh.

“That’s it,” I panted. “Mmm, that’s it. Yes, yes, that’s good.”

Her snatch squeezed about my dick. She held me tight. She gripped me in her cunt. I groaned, loving her twat around me. My face twisted in rapture. I loved every second of her naughty cunt holding me tight.

My dragon-mother’s hands joined me on Bethie’s tits. My mother squeezed about the sides of those big boobs. Bethie gasped. My mother groaned. I grinned, knowing that hermaphrodite-dick slid into tight bowels. The married woman gasped.

“Vedr’s queef!” she gasped. “Gods, two dicks. Oh, yes, yes, that’s good. Mmm, that’s better than a nixie’s cock.”

“Of course it is!” I growled. “My mother has the second-best cock in the world.”

“Yes!” Bethie moaned, her pussy clenching about me. “You’re so big. So thick. Ooh, and young and virile.”

“Like your son?”

She shuddered, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. “Mmm, you are as handsome as him.”

“He would love his mother’s attention,” purred my dragon-mother. “Trust me, Bethie.”

“Azuliana,” whimpered Bethie. “I will. And my daughter. I have to enjoy them both. But first… This cock. Kurtis, I need to cum on this dick!”

I squeezed her tits and growled, “Then ride me.”

“Yes!”

She worked her married twat up my cock, squeezing the entire way. Her cunt felt amazing. I growled out my pleasure savoring every last second of that cunt about my dick. I groaned, squirming on my bed as she slammed back down me. She swallowed my shaft.

My mother fucked away at Bethie’s asshole, slamming that dragon-dick in and out of the married woman’s tight bowels. She had to have a tight ass because her cunt squeezed like a silk vice. She was almost as tight as her daughter.

I savored it, my hands kneading her tits as she rode me. I reveled in that married cunt working up and down my cock. I would fire so much jizz into her. I would breed her. It would be incredible. My nuts tightened. Her moans echoed through the cabin.

“Kurtis!” gasped Bethie. “Azuliana! This is better than your sisters and their dildos. Oh, yes, yes, I have real cocks in me. Big dicks! Yes!”

“You’re going to cum so hard on my son’s big dick, aren’t you?” moaned Mother. “Just working out all his cum with that married cunt. He’s going to breed you!”

“Gods, yes!” whimpered Bethie.

She worked that pussy up and down my dick. Her cunt so tight and juicy. I groaned, loving every second of it. Mother fucked Bethie hard. Her crotch smacked into the woman’s ass. Her moans echoed through the cabin.

It was delicious to let her do the work. To feel her sliding that hot, married cunt up and down my dick. She would make me cum so hard. I couldn’t wait to baste her with my seed. To pump her full of all my cum.

“Las’s big dick!” I groaned, my balls tightening. I squeezed her breasts. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, god, I do. I want your cum firing into me. I want that jizz pumping into my snatch. Unleash it!”

“Gladly!” I growled. “When I feel that pussy spasming around me. Show me how much you want to be bred by me. Melt my cock with her cumming cunt!”

“Gods, I will!” she moaned. “With your hermaphrodite-mother ass-fucking me, I’ll cum so hard. Vedr’s queef, that’s good. Yes, yes, two big dicks in me.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, that tight ass,” moaned my dragon-mother. “Ride my son. You want his cum in you. He’ll give you such a strong child. You’ll see!”

“Good!”

The married woman slammed her cunt down on my dick. She squeezed about me and then slid back up my cock. I groaned at the pressure building and building in my nuts. I was almost there. Almost flooding her cunt with my jizz. I would pump so much into her. I would flood her. It would be incredible.

I couldn’t wait to baste her cunt with everything I had. The bliss would be incredible. I groaned, my back shifting. I loved every second of it. Every last moment of her cunt riding my dick. I panted, the heat building and building in me.

“Las’s big dick!” I gasped. “That’s it. That’s Gods damn it! Work that cunt up and down my dick.”

“So good!” Bethie whimpered. “You two are going to make me explode. Gods, yes!”

“Mmm, you are driving me wild!” moaned my dragon-mother. “That ass… Yes, yes, that ass will brim with all my cum.”

“I want it!” the married woman moaned as she slammed her cunt down my dick. She took every inch of my cock in her. “I want it all! Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her cunt spasmed. The wild rush of bliss surged up my dick. I groaned. my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me. This incredible delight. I savored every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my dragon-mother moaned. “Matar’s big girl-dick!”

“Cum in her, Mother!” I gasped. “Gods, just cum in her… Yes!”

I erupted.

My mother howled.

Pleasure slammed through me as I bred Bethie’s married pussy. I put a child first in the daughter and now in the mother. I groaned, my seed pumping out of me. Rapture rushed through me. Stars burst across my vision as I shuddered through this bliss. It was incredible to enjoy. My mind melted from the rapture of it. I groaned from the sheer bliss of this moment. It was amazing. Just a fantastic ecstasy.

“Gods, yes!” Bethie moaned, her face contorting from the ecstasy. “Oh, gods, that’s amazing. I love it. yes, yes, yes! You’re breeding me.”

“He is!” my mother groaned. “Oh, and that ass… Milk out all my hermaphrodite-cum.”

“Mmm,” purred Bethie.

I groaned. My chest rose and fell. I savored this pleasure. I had emptied in her. Bred her. I stared up at her, big boobs swaying back and forth. I admired this moment. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was searching out her son to fuck.

He would have a wild time with his sexy mother.

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Pyrriah – Vilianth Ocean

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Nelli moaned. She was the first mate of the Treasure Box, sister-wife to Captain Telesi.

But she wasn’t the same sister-wife I was to Lasla. Nelli and Telesi weren’t real sisters. Just two women who married the same man. Of course, Delli and Alli were sisters. And they were as naked as their mother. All three of them had just finished stripping naked in the cabin I shared with my brother.

It was the third day of the voyage. We were almost out of the Jyou Sea and into the more dangerous Vilianth Oceans. We would stay near to the coast where the massive sea serpents rarely approached.

I wasn’t worried. Ships sailed this way all the time.

I was more excited for the wild fun to come.

“You want my cock,” Kurtis said as he stood behind the three naked halflings, “then you and your daughters have to please my sisters.”

“It’s not like we haven’t eaten cunt before,” Alli said. She was so cute. Though the youngest, she had huge breasts. Even on her small stature, they looked so big and soft, her skin the same shade of bronze as her sister and mother. She also had the same silvery hair as her mother.

“I know,” Delli said. The older sister had golden hair instead of silver. That must be their deceased father’s coloring. She had a bush, unlike her younger sister. A thick matting of golden curls that hid her pussy. “But we’ve never done it while Mom was in the room. Or each other.”

“Don’t be shy,” I moaned, spreading my legs wide. “Just come and eat my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Lasla, her left leg sliding over my right. “Devour my cunt, Alli. If you make me cum hard, and you’ll get my brother’s dick in your cunt.”

“But your mother’s first,” Kurtis said. He put his hands on Nelli’s shoulder. His cock must be nudging into her shoulder blades, she was so short. But she had ripe, round breasts. The same size as Delli’s. She might have a child’s stature but she had a mature woman’s build, her bronze and lush face framed by her silver hair. “You’re going to squeal on my dick as your daughters eat out my sisters.”

“Yes,” Nelli moaned. “Girls, you listen to him. Telesi won’t stop talking about his cock to me.”

“When she’s not too busy fucking Tormin,” muttered Alli. “I can’t believe Mother Telesi is fucking our brother like that.”

Tormin was Telesi’s son and half-brother to Alli and Delli.

“Yeah, Kelesi is getting jealous,” Delli said. Kelesi was Telesi’s daughter. There are a lot of halflings on this ship, but I was keeping them straight.

“I think she’s going to be enjoying her brother right now,” Kurtis said. “I gave her some encouragement.”

“And a pussy full of cum?” Lasla asked.

Our brother winked at Lasla and me.

“Go, girls,” moaned Nelli. “I want to be fucked. Your mother needs dick, too. This dick!”

“Come and eat my pussy, Alli,” crooned Lasla. “Show me what a naughty halfling like you can do to a girl.”

“Fine,” Alli said. She glanced past her naked mother to her nude sister. “This is weird, but… I mean…”

“He’s going to make us do it to enjoy his cock,” muttered Delli, “so we might as well enjoy it. I mean, is incest that bad?”

I smiled. They would be eating each other’s cunts and their mother’s by the time they left here. I was so glad they realized it. That made this even hotter. My pussy clenched. I could feel that strange fire inside of me.

I had skill with weapons I had never touched. I was giving my brother lessons on the deck when he wasn’t working his way through the women of the ship, breeding them all. The Treasure Box would have to be put into dock for a while once most of the crew were too pregnant to work it.

Delli and Alli broke from their mothers. Busty Alli fell between Lasla’s thighs and crawled to my sister’s black-furred muff. Lasla licked her lips, eager to get devoured by the halfling. I was, too. Delli’s round breasts swayed as she shuffled forward on her knees. Then she bent over, her gold hair spilling over my legs.

She buried her head into my bush. I gasped as her lips kissed at my cunt. She placed that hot mouth right on my snatch and kissed around me. It was incredible to feel. I groaned as she fluttered her tongue up and down. She licked and lapped at me. She drove me wild. I groaned, my body trembling on the bed.

“Oh, my Gods, yes!” I moaned as she licked and lapped at me. “That’s good. Ooh, just like that. Devour me!”

The halfling’s lips felt so small on my cunt. So different from having my sister’s mouth on my pussy. Or my dragon-mothers. Or any one’s. Her lips smooched around me. Then her tiny tongue licked at me, caressing through my folds.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” my sister moaned. “Ooh, Alli, that’s so hot. Your tongue feels so good in my cunt. Swirl it around in me.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned in agreement, my own body trembling from the delight Delli stirred in my snatch.

Kurtis pushed Nelli down onto the bed. She knelt there, her silver hair spilling around her face. She looked so tiny as he knelt behind her and aimed his cock at her cunt. With a hard thrust, he buried to the hilt in her.

She gasped, her head arching as he filled her small body. He grabbed her hips, his pale hands contrasting with her bronze flesh. She had a metallic sheen to her skin. All the halflings did. Kurtis fucked her, Nelli’s tits swaying.

She moaned her delight. She rocked back into him. She slammed her cunt down his cock and then slid forward. She did that over and over again, her hair swaying. She gasped and groaned, her hips wiggling. She stirred his cock around in her.

A shudder rippled through my body as the daughter feasted on my cunt. Her hands grabbed my rump, fingers so tiny. This felt so different. I loved it. I whimpered, my round breast jiggling as I swayed from the bliss.

“Oh, Gods, that’s great,” I whimpered. “Oh, Delli, you’re so good at that.”

“So’s her sister,” Lasla moaned, glancing at me. “Ooh, Pyrriah, I love it. I’m going to have such a huge orgasm on Alli’s mouth. Just drown her.”

“Mmm, it’s so wonderful to drown in your cream,” I moaned, a little tongue swirling around my clit. Pleasure sparked from that naughty bud.

Our heads leaned in, drifting toward each other—pulled towards each other by incestuous love and lust. Our lips met. We kissed. I groaned into Lasla’s mouth as halfling sisters ate out our cunts. It was so hot to feel. I trembled on my back while the moans of the mother getting fucked by my brother echoed through the cabin.

My tongue danced with Lasla’s. I swirled around her, savoring the taste of her. My heart pounded with such love for her while the naughty halfling had her tongue fluttering up and down my slit. Gods, that was such a small, but exciting, tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Nelli. “Pater’s big dick, your cock! Oh, Kurtis, it’s true. You’re a demigod, aren’t you!”

“And they are demigoddesses!” growled Kurtis as he fucked her hard.

“Oh, this dick! Delli! Alli! You’re going to love this dick fucking you!”

I broke the kiss with Lasla to moan, “You will! I love my brother’s cock! It’s such an amazing dick!”

“The best!” gasped Lasla. “Oh, it’s the very best. Las’s big dick, that’s good. That’s so good. Keep licking me like that.”

I shuddered as Delli’s tongue flicked up to my clit. She stroked over my bud. She touched me with such naughty skill. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Her small fingers slid up and down my pussy lips. Then she thrust in her digits.

I shuddered as I felt her fingers pumping into me. They were so small. She sank more and more of her digits into me and then her entire hand was in my cunt. I shuddered, feeling her halfling hand balling up into a fist inside my twat.

She fucked it in and out of me.

“Delli!” I whimpered. “Oh, Delli, that’s good! Fist me!”

“Ooh, Alli’s doing that to me!” Lasla groaned. “She’s just ramming deep into me.”

“Not as deep as your brother!” groaned Nelli. “Oh, Gods, he’s got a huge dick. Even for a human. Vedr’s queef, I’m going to cum on him!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, clenching my pussy down on the fist.

I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. Delli had her arm plunged to the elbow in me. She fucked it over and over into my cunt. Her fist felt so wonderful as she massaged my pussy walls. I groaned, savoring the delight. I whimpered, the pressure growing and growing in me.

I squeezed my thighs around their heads. I held her tight, whimpering out my joy as my orgasm built. My red hair flickered, the glow surging through it. I bucked, my boobs jiggling as I savored this pleasure. Rapture built and built in me.

It was incredible being fisted by a halfling. I would have such a huge burst of pleasure. I groaned, eager for Delli to make me cum. I would blaze so hot. So wild. It would be incredible. I squirmed in place, on the verge of bursting.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “That’s so good. That’s amazing. Oh, my Gods, yes, yes, yes! I love it! Las’s big dick, I love it!”

I climaxed.

My red hair blazed bright. My pussy convulsed around that wonderful halfling’s fist and arm. Delli sucked on my clit as my cunt massaged her limb. I trembled through my pleasure, waves of delight washing through me.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” gasped Lasla. “Jam that fist into me. Oh, that’s it. That’s it. Yes!”

She joined me, her boobs jiggling. She thrashed beside me, her left leg sliding over my right. We moaned together, both of us cumming hard. My mind melted with delight. I groaned, savoring every last second of this bliss.

“So good!” I gasped. “Oh, Gods, yes!”

“Alli!” squealed Lasla.

“Kurtis!” Nelli moaned. “That dick. You’re churning me up!”

“I want to feel that cunt writhing about my dick!” Kurtis growled. “Milk out my seed. I’m going to breed you. Your daughters. I’m going to knock you all up.”

“Yes!” the halfling mother squealed. I could tell she was cumming, too.

My body bucked through my pleasure. My pussy writhed around Delli’s fist. I shuddered, my body twitching through the bliss. It was so amazing. I licked my lips, my cunt on fire from the lust. It was such an amazing treat. I whimpered in delight, my body squirming from the wonderful ecstasy that she had given me.

“Gods, yes!” Kurtis moaned, burying into Nelli’s cunt.

“Breed me!” the halfling moaned, her silver hair flying.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lasla whimpered. “Breed her, brother. That’s so hot.”

“Uh-huh!” I panted, my orgasm hitting that naughty peak.

My brother groaned as he dumped his cum into Nelli’s pussy. He growled out his pleasure. I knew he was enjoying himself. The glow in my red hair died down. I shuddered, panting. I blinked my eyes, savoring the rapture that had just rushed through me.

“That was amazing,” I panted.

“Yes, it was,” growled Kurtis. He ripped his cock out of Nelli’s cunt. He turned her over onto her back and scooted away from her, his cock throbbing hard before him. “Alli and Delli, lick your mother clean right now. That’s a daughter’s job.”

The two halfling sisters trembled. Delli bit her lip while Alli pulled her arm out of my sister’s cunt. My twat gripped Delli’s. Her fingers twitched around inside of me, sending such teasing delight rippling through my body.

“You either lick out your mom or never get a taste of this dick,” growled Kurtis, his voice so stern and commanding.

His tone brooked no arguments.

Alli groaned then her big boobs shook as she shifted over to kneel between her mother’s spread thighs. Nelli just smiled and grabbed a fistful of Alli’s silver hair. She yanked her daughter down to feast on her pussy.

“Hurry up, Delli,” moaned Nelli. “Come lick your mother clean so he can fuck you. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on his cock.”

“Not at all,” I cooed.

She shuddered and pulled her arm out of my pussy. I shivered at the withdrawal. Then I glanced over at my sister. She had a naughty twinkle in her eye. We melted together in a kiss. I held Lasla tight to me.

I loved this ship. My brother chose the correct one.

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Kurtis

Delli settled between her mother’s thighs and then buried her face into that cum-filled pussy, joining Alli. The two sisters devoured Nelli’s cunt. The incest before me was a thing of beauty. I groaned, pausing a moment to savor this wonderful sight.

My sisters were kissing. Lasla and Pyrriah had melted together, their breasts pressed tight. Their identical forms writhed together. Other than their hair color, they were almost impossible to tell apart. They were gorgeous.

Sexy.

I loved this ship.

The Treasure Box sailed us closer and closer to Ankush and the rakshasas. But first, we had to stop at Goldport. That was a few days away. Until then, I had a lot of fun to have. I had to breed all the halflings, too. I already had the two human women.

I grinned, so eager for all the delights.

“Yes, yes, yes, feast on me,” moaned Nelli, lost to the passion of her daughters licking and lapping at her cunt. She shuddered on the floor, her body trembling through the bliss. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Don’t stop. Keep licking Mommy. Yes, yes, just like that. Devour your mother’s cunt.”

My sisters twisted around into a sixty-nine, each eager to feast on the other’s pussy. I smiled as I pressed my cock against Alli’s pussy. She kept her twat nice and shaved. She had such a tiny slit, but I knew halfling cunts could stretch to take my huge cock. Her vulva was a plump delight that begged to have my dick in her.

So I thrust.

“Yes!” she squealed into her mother’s cunt. “Oh, Kurtis, yes!”

Delli lifted her head, pussy cream and cum on her lips. She stared at me with lust as I fucked her sister hard. I pumped my dick in and out of Alli’s cunt. I winked at Delli and placed my hand on her rump. I gave her a squeeze.

She shuddered and then buried her face back into her mother’s pussy. She licked and lapped at Nelli’s twat with hunger while wiggling her hips to rub her ass back into my hand. I loved the feel of her plump ass.

I groped her ass. She groaned, her body shuddering while I plowed into her sister’s cunt. I buried hard and fast into her. I fucked her with passion. Alli moaned, her pussy gripping my dick. She felt amazing.

But… I had another sister to fuck.

I ripped out of her cunt, shifted over to her sister, and buried into that halfling twat. It was so hot watching her golden curls part to brush my dick’s tip. Then her cunt swallowed my dick. I shuddered as I felt her sheath grip me.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“I know,” Alli moaned. “He’s so good, sis! And so is our mother’s pussy!”

“It is!” Delli’s twat squeezed about my dick. “Gods, it’s such a yummy pussy.

“And you girls are such delicious pussy eaters,” moaned Nelli. She squeezed her thighs around her daughters’ heads, holding them to her cunt. “Vedr’s queefs, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make your mother cum!”

I grinned, loving it. I fucked in and out of Delli’s cunt. My dick plunged into her twat again and again, her golden pubic hairs rustling. Her cunt held me tight. I groaned, savoring the utter delight of this moment.

But I needed to be in Alli’s pussy, too. I had to fuck them both. So I grit my teeth and ripped out of one halfling sister’s cunt. I shifted to the side and rammed into Alli’s bald twat. She gasped, her tiny form shaking as I slid into her.

My cock felt so huge vanishing into the halfling’s diminutive form. Her pussy swallowed every inch of me. She groaned, squeezing her snatch down around me. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “That’s so good. That’s amazing. I’m going to just erupt in your cunt. I’m going to cum so hard in your snatch!”

“Mmm, good!” panted Alli.

“But first…”

I ripped out of her, shifted over, and plundered Delli’s delicious cunt.

Her silky bush felt amazing on the crown of my cock before I buried to the hilt in her snatch. Her cunt squeezed around my cock. She held me tight in her twat. I grinned and pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I thrust my dick into her pussy, reveling in her halfling tightness. She moaned into her mother’s cunt.

Then I yanked my dick out of her, moved over, and buried into Alli’s snatch. She squealed her delight, her twat squeezing about me. Her silver hair rustled against her sister’s golden curls. They devoured their mother as I fucked them.

I fell into a rhythm. I went back and forth between them, fucking from cunt to cunt, savoring every moment of burying into one sister’s juicy twat and then into the other’s. My balls tightened from the thrill of the double-fuck.

“Oh, ram your cock so hard into my daughters!” Nelli moaned, her round breasts jiggling. “Make them cum, Kurtis. Make my daughter’s cum like the naughty, little sluts they are.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Alli moaned, her twat squeezing around me.

“I will!” I growled and pulled out of her cunt. In moments, I slammed into Delli’s furred muff.

“I want your jizz in me!” groaned Delli. “That wonderful cum breeding me.”

My sisters moaned their agreement as they feasted on each other’s twats. They devoured each other’s cunts with such feverish delight. They moaned together, squirming as they loved each other. Their sisterly passion stirred me to fuck even harder.

My balls tightened. The urge to cum swelled every time I buried into one of the halfling sisters’ cunts. They were both so tight but in different ways. Both so wonderful to experience wrapped around my cock. I loved it.

“Gods, yes!” the mother moaned. “That’s it. You wonderful girls. Oh, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes!”

Nelli bucked. Her round breasts heaved. Rapture spread across her face. Her two daughters had gotten her off. It was such a beautiful sight to witness. A mother cumming on her daughters’ faces. They loved her that much that they gave her so much pleasure.

It was so hot to watch her thrashing as I went back and forth fucking her daughters’ cunts. Alli and Delli moaned and groaned, their cunt growing hotter and hotter as they sucked at my dick. They brought me right to the verge of cumming.

But they needed to cum, too.

My sisters squealed, devouring each other’s pussy cream. Pyrriah’s hair blazed bright red, glowing with the energy spilling out of her. She squirmed atop of Lasla, both moaning into the other’s pussy. It was such a sweet sight.

My balls tightened. “Gods, yes!” I growled, ripping out of Alli’s cunt. Then I plunged into Delli’s twat. “Las’s big dick!”

“Oh, Gods, that’s such a huge dick!” moaned Delli. “Mmm, I’m going to cum on this dick!”

“I was so close!” whimpered Alli. “Please, please, ram that cock back into me!”

I ripped out of Delli’s cunt and plunged into Alli’s. She gasped. Her pussy tightened around me. Then her flesh writhed and spasmed. I groaned at the feel of her cunt writhing around my dick. The heat rushed through my body as she sucked at me.

“Gods damn!” I growled, wanting to cum in her.

I ripped out of her cunt and then buried into Delli’s cunt. I gripped Alli’s rump, massaging her as she trembled through her orgasm. Her sister’s pussy clamped down hard on me. The golden-haired halfling moaned into her mother’s pussy.

“Cum on his dick!” Nelli purred.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Alli gasped, trembling through her orgasm.

“I… I…” Delli’s pussy rippled around me. “Vedr’s queef, I love this dick!”

Her cunt rippled around my dick. That wonderful snatch sucked at my flesh. I groaned at how hungry she felt. Her twat nursed on my dick with passion. I drew back and then slammed back into her cunt.

“Gods, yes!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into Delli’s twat. I groaned, the pleasure blazing across my mind. I groaned through the bliss. I savored the ecstasy that flooded through my body. It was incredible. I bucked and shuddered, my dick spewing spurt after spurt of cum.

But I had two sisters to fertilize.

With a groan, I ripped out of her spasming cunt. My jizz splashed across her bush. I shifted over, my next blast of spunk bathed Alli’s ass, pearly spunk dribbling into her crack. Then I slammed into her pussy. Her cunt spasmed harder.

“Gods, yes!” she moaned. “Breed me!”

“Breed her, brother!” Lasla cheered.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, firing my cum over and over into Alli’s writhing pussy.

Nelli watched as I fired all my cum into her youngest daughter’s cunt. She smiled at me, knowing I had bred Alli, too. I shuddered in delight, my mind melting that the rapture of this ship. I had fucked two of the three older halfling females. I just had Malial and Shalial to breed.

They would be such a treat.

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Lasla

The coast of the Southern Rathay slid past us. It was different from the Northern Rathay Desert on the other side of the Gold Hills. Here it was more scrublands. Dry, but not sandy dunes that stretched for miles. There were thorny plants with leaves such a dark shade of olive they were almost brown.

It was strange to think that it was faster to sail around all of this than to walk across it, but it was. We were nearing Goldport. We had to put in there to get more money. Then we were off to Ankush and the rakshasas.

Kurtis was confident he could handle them. I believed in Kurtis, so I had no doubts.

“That’s it,” Kurtis groaned. He was getting his dick sucked by Malial, the ship’s navigator. The halfling mother nursed on his cock. He had fucked her and her daughter, Shalial, two days before, leaving mother and daughter in a sixty-nine licking out cum.

Incest had spread across the ship. Everyone was enjoying it. Bethie had sex with her son and daughter, and Overia had sex with her mother, father, and brother. Tormin, the only male halfling on the ship, worked his way through his sister and half-sisters, along with his mother and the other older halflings, Nelli, and Malial.

Kurtis had mastered the ship. His suggestions were like the word of god. They would sail him across the world, the women sucking his cock the entire time. I smiled as he finished dumping his dick into her mouth.

Ahead, Goldport lay on the coast. A city of austere, white buildings and a harbor of stone quays. Ships anchored in port, all shapes and sizes. The mines of the Gold Hills brought much of their wealth here. There were said to be homes of the rich where gold was used on the door handles. Entire rooms were sheathed in it.

I still didn’t get the fuss. Gold was pretty enough, but worth anything? But all these people desired it.

I slid up to Kurtis. His arm went around my waist. His other hand adjusted his sword hanging from his other waist. He wore his scimitar with more comfort now after a week’s worth of practice with Pyrriah on the deck.

That often ended with her getting fucked hard from behind.

“So, how are we making money?” I asked him, gazing out at the city sliding closer and closer.

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he said and winked at me.

I shuddered. If he thought he could do it, then he would. I kissed my brother, utter faith for him brimming in my heart.

To be continued…

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Sky has a plan to take control of her mother. Will it work?

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Nine: Daughter’s Naughty Futa Scheme

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

I panted, my cock buried in Mrs. Reyes’s pussy. The pantyhose I’d torn through ripped a little farther across her right butt-cheek, exposing more of the golden-brown flesh beneath. It looked so hot peeking through.

I grinned at that. She had a great ass. So perky and bubbly.

She was perfect for my plans, but I wanted to have more fun with her. I shuddered and pulled my girl-dick out of her. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. It had been so hot to fuck my married math teacher beneath my futa-mother’s nose.

Mom thought I wouldn’t go after married MILFs, but they were what I craved the most. Yes, the virgins my naughty mommy was procuring for me were fun to pop, but they were just girls. I needed women.

I had such a naughty idea percolating in my head. It was a wicked plan.

“Mmm, you have such a yummy pussy,” I moaned. “And now it’s full of all my naughty cum.”

“Yes, it is,” she moaned. “Miss Marlow, you naughty hermafrodita puta, you flooded me. My husband has never pumped so much into me.”

“I’m special,” I said. “And we have plenty of time, don’t we?”

“Si,” she groaned. “I need more.”

“You’re going to get more,” I purred and fell to my knees. I grabbed her rump, feeling the tear racing across her right butt-cheek, the left half still covered by that silky nylon.

Her thick, black bush beaded with my cum now. The aroma of her sweet pussy was swallowed up by my salty girl-jizz. My pussy clenched as I licked up the cum beading on her curls. I savored the taste of my own cum.

I was so glad that Spice had chosen me to get the futa-dick. So lucky that naughty demon thought I was the perfect girl to fuck all the MILFs I could. I was honored and thrilled. It was so much fun. My cock throbbed.

I sucked up the cum beading on her curls as I nuzzled into her forest. I pressed into her depths, licking and lapping up all the cum I could find. My lips kissed against her married twat. Her sweet flavor trickled through.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped as I licked her snatch.

I shuddered in delight as my tongue slid through her folds. I gathered up the mix of sweet cream and salty cum. I loved the taste, the flavor melting over my tongue. It was so hot to feast on my sexy, Latina teacher.

“Mmm, Mrs. Reyes, your pussy is so yummy full of my cum,” I moaned.

“Your tongue feels so good stroking my flesh,” she gasped. “Mmm, yes!”

My tongue lapped at her. I licked with hunger as I gathered up the jizz that brimmed on her pussy lips. She made me shiver with delight. I licked and lapped at them. My tongue fluttered through her folds, scooping up more of my own futa-cum.

My clit-dick throbbed and my pussy grew hotter. Juices ran down my thighs as I knelt on the floor and filled her classroom with her naughty moans. The MILF teacher gasped as my tongue stroked from her clit to her taint.

Then I thrust into her.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my fingers while my tongue scooped out more of my sweet-infused jizz.

I smacked my lips. “So good.”

I dove in again, scooping out more of my cum and reveling in the salty and sweet flavors flooding my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her married depths over and over. Her bush rubbed on my cheeks and nose as I devoured her.

My fingers dug into her plump butt-cheeks. Her pantyhose tore again, her right asscheek fully exposed. I thrust my tongue into her snatch, swirling around, searching for more of my futa-cum. I had to find every drop of my salty seed.

But the flavor was dwindling. That meant I had to use other methods—such naughty ones—to get out what I craved. I sealed my lips over her pussy entrance, right around that naughty hole I had plundered, and suckled.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “¡Mierda! You naughty hermafrodita puta, what are you doing? Are you sucking out your cum?”

“Bingo!” I moaned into her cunt between suckles.

I nursed on her pussy, my salty cum spilling out over my tongue. I loved the flavor. I worked out more and more of it. I loved the taste. The flavor of her pussy. She tasted amazing mixed with my futa-cum. I loved this.

I suckled hard, my cheeks hollowing and…

No more cum.

She had run dry.

I shuddered and then licked from her clit, up through her folds, to her taint like I had a dozen times before. Only this time, I kept going. I lapped up through the tear in her pantyhose and into her butt-crack. I found her sour asshole.

I rimmed her sphincter. I danced my tongue around it while she squealed in shocked delight. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face as I caressed her sour hole. I savored the flavor of her sphincter, this earthy taste that had my futa-dick aching.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “That is positively filthy.”

“I know,” I moaned and pressed my tongue against her asshole.

“What are you doi…?” Her words trailed off, my tongue wiggled past her anal ring. “That’s even filthier. You wicked hermafrodita.”

I was.

As I swirled my tongue around in her bowels, my right hand slid across her exposed butt-cheek and past my face. I pressed my digits into her bush and found her cunt. I stroked up and down her slit until I found that naughty opening.

I plunged two of my digits into her flesh.

She gasped, her pussy squeezing around my digits. I loved how she gripped me. It was incredible to enjoy. She squeezed tight about me. I grinned, my fingers pumping in and out of her cunt while my tongue fucked in and out of her asshole.

“That’s good,” she moaned. “Oh, you wicked hermafrodita! You’re going to make me cum.”

That was the plan.

I fingered the married MILF’s twat and devoured her asshole. My tongue wiggled about in her earthy sheath. I thrust my digits faster and faster into her pussy. I stirred her up, my futa-dick aching to fuck her again.

But I was having so muc

fun teasing her asshole and her twat. This was incredible. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. Pussy cream ran down my thighs. I heated up her cunt. I brought her closer and closer to cumming.

It was an incredible delight to do. My pussy clenched as she moaned. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face while her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my fingers. She moaned louder and louder.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Miss Marlow! That’s… that’s… Yes!”

Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face. She held me tight while her pleasure burst from her lips. I loved the sounds she made. The wicked noises were so sexy. They resonated through the air. She shuddered.

“¡Si!”

Her pussy convulsed around my digits. Her flesh sucked at me. I pumped them in and out while her asshole writhed around my tongue. I savored that sour flesh spasming about my naughty, probing tongue.

“You wicked hermafrodita!” she moaned.

“So wicked,” I purred, lifting my face. I thrust my fingers into her pussy, her cream running down my wrist. “I’m going to fuck you hard one more time.”

“Good! Good!” She shuddered on the table.

I ripped my fingers out of her cunt and moaned, “Roll over onto your back.”

As she did, I sucked her sweet cream off my digits. I savored the taste. My futa-dick throbbed. She rolled onto her back, her big boobs quivering. She thrust her legs up and planted them on my shoulders. I gasped as she pulled me towards her.

I slid my digits out of my mouth and purred, “What a wicked teacher you are. I’ve never had someone throw their legs over my shoulder.”

She winked at me. “Now fuck my pussy with that big hermafrodita-cock.”

“Futa-cock,” I moaned.

She shrugged.

I pressed my cock right against her asshole. She gasped as I grinned at her. My small breasts quivered as I pushed on her sphincter. I savored that naughty hole widening to swallow my cock. Just stretching open to devour me and make me cum.

“Miss Marlow!” she moaned as her anal ring slowly parted for my thick futa-dick.

“Mmm, yes, Mrs. Reyes, enjoy!” I purred as I sodomized the MILF teacher.

My cock slid into her bowels. Her anal ring caressed over my spongy crown then sealed about the shaft. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as I ventured deeper and deeper into her asshole. I groaned, my pussy clenching. I reveled in the delight. My body shuddered as I ventured deeper and deeper into her anal depths.

She felt so invigorating. Such a treat for me to violate. I smiled as I went farther and farther into her flesh. Her hot sheath engulfed me. She felt so delicious squeezing about my cock. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight.

“Madre de Dios,” groaned the Latina beauty when I bottomed out in her.

I winked at her.

“You are so big. So thick. You’re all the way in my ass, hermafrodita.”

“Yes, I am.” I shuddered. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes, this is a treat.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned then gasped as I drew back.

I pulled my cock back, savoring the velvety squeeze of her bowels. She massaged my crown. Sent such delight racing through my body. It was a joy to experience. My hands slid up and down her stomach to her boobs. Her pantyhose-clad calves rubbed on my shoulders as I gripped her lush tits as I slammed back into her asshole.

The desk groaned as she shuddered. My hands kneaded her breasts as I fucked away at her asshole. I pounded into her again and again. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her anal sheath with relish. I savored every thrust. Every last plunge into her depths. It was such a hot experience. Her flesh squeezed about me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her asshole gripping me. “Oh, you’re such a naughty hermafrodita, Miss Marlow. You’re stirring up my ass.”

“And I’m going to make you cum hard on my futa-dick!” I panted, my pussy cream running down my thighs.

A thick and delicious flood that worked down my thighs and made me shiver. I savored every moment of it. I buried into her again and again. I fucked her hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her, savoring her squeezing about my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, hermafrodita,” she moaned. “That is good. That is delicious. You fuck me hard. You make me shiver and shudder.”

“Yep!” I panted, thrusting away at her. “And you love every second of it, don’t you?”

“I do!” she moaned. “I love it. This is incredible, hermafrodita. I love it. I love what you have done to me.”

I grinned, savoring the delight of fucking into her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her over and over again. My dick throbbed and ached. The pleasure swelled in me. It was such a wonderful delight to enjoy.

I thrust. I fucked. I pumped away at her bowels. Her velvety sheath squeezed about me. Her feet twitched by my head. I released her tits and hugged her nylon-clad legs to my chest. I rubbed my little titties into them as I fucked into her hard. I buried my cock to the hilt in her over and over again. I reveled in this delight. My nipples throbbed against the silky fabric.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “You’re so delicious, Miss Marlow.”

“Are you going to cum on my big futa-dick?” I moaned, slamming into her bowels. Then I groaned before she could answer, “Of course you are. My dick rules.”

“It does!”

My nipples throbbed against her legs. Her pantyhose stimulated them and my breasts in such delicious ways. The pleasure shot down to my cunt. This naughty heat rippled through me. I groaned, my mind melting beneath the onslaught of this pleasure. It was wonderful. Incredible to enjoy.

I thrust into her with such vigor. I buried into her again and again. My dick throbbed in the grip of her bowels Her flesh massaged me. The wonderful heat slammed down my shaft. I groaned, throwing back my head. My cunt clenched, the juices spilling down my thighs. I flicked my tongue over my lips as my ovaries tightened. My cum brimmed in them, ready to explode out and fire into her bowels.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned as I thrust into her asshole. “I’m going to fire so much cum in your bowels.”

“Me, too!” she gasped. “Oh, just a few more strokes of that maravillosa hermafrodita-cock and I will.”

I grinned and fucked her hard. I slammed my cock into the depths of her asshole over and over. the pressure swelled in my quivering ovaries. The ache grew at the tip of my cock. Her legs tightened about my neck. Her back arched, tits heaving.

Then her pussy gushed juices that splashed my stomach. Her asshole writhed around my dick. I gasped as I drew back, savoring that anal massage. I groaned, hugging her twitching legs tight to my tits. I buried into her.

Erupted.

“Yes!” I howled.

“¡Hermafrodita!” she squealed, her bowels sucking at my spurting cock.

The pleasure blazed out of my cunt and burned from my spurting dick. Ecstasy and rapture flashed through my body and reached my mind. It was an amazing bliss to enjoy. A wonderful ecstasy. I gasped and moaned, savoring this beautiful moment.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped, her asshole milking my dick.

I loved every moment of my cock unloading into her asshole. I pumped her bowels full of my futa-spunk, the scent of her sweet pussy filling my nose. I groaned through the bliss. I savored the pleasure as I fired the last blast of my jizz into her bowels.

She whimpered as she squirmed. I released her legs and they fell off my shoulders. I panted, my body buzzing from the rapture while my mind worked with the naughty plan that I had concocted. This wicked way to beat my mother.

Oh, it would be glorious.

I would rule this school. She wouldn’t rule me here.

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Madeline Marlow

“There’s an empty classroom on the second floor,” I texted Natalie as the lunch hour neared closer and closer. “Room 218. Meet Sky and head there. That’s where we’ll be having our fun.”

“Will do, Mrs. Marlow,” Natalie texted back. She was such a good slut. I was glad to have her. “Want me to invite Georgia?”

“Sure,” I texted back. “She’ll make it fun.”

Natalie sent back a winky emoji. I sent similar messages to Georgia and Sky. I smiled and rocked back and forth in my computer chair. I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go. I shuddered, wanting to just get to it. My clit throbbed, aching to burst into a futa-dick.

A big mommy-cock to love my daughter.

She would have so much fun taking Aoi’s virginity. The girl had such a tight and succulent asshole, too. I couldn’t wait. I had so many ideas on how this would play out. I hummed to myself, my excitement mounting with every moment.

I glanced at the clock. Only two minutes had passed. Really?

I drew in a deep breath as I stared at my computer. I had to finish typing up this letter for the dean of students. I forced myself to write it, struggling to concentrate on the words. It was something I had typed a thousand times, but…

I wanted to watch Sky deflower Aoi. I wanted to see that delight in my daughter’s eyes as she enjoyed herself. I bit my lower lip, my cunt on fire. I squirmed back and forth, so ready for all the wicked fun to come.

I glanced at the clock.

Four minutes to go.

I bit my lip and finished typing the letter. I hit save, attached it to an email to the dean of students, and sent it off for approval. That ate up two more minutes. Close enough. I stood up and pushed in my computer chair. I clocked out.

“You look eager for lunch,” said Mr. Gardner, one of the guidance counselors, as he headed for the door.

“I have some succulent sushi awaiting me,” I said. “Going out with my daughter.”

“Well, have fun,” he said, opening the door for me.

I nodded and then turned left away from the entrance. I reached the stairs. Students burst out into the hallways and poured down them as I headed up against the flow. They filled up both sides as they were all eager to get to their lunch.

I battled it, my clit on fire. Without any panties on, my pussy was dripping juices down my thighs. I had soaked through my bush. I trembled as I reached the second floor. I pushed past more students, heading to room 218.

Aoi was standing before it, squirming. I smiled at the girl. She was so delicious. She lit up at the sight of me, beaming from ear to ear. I pulled the key out of my purse. It fit all the doors in this wing of the second floor. I thrust it in and opened it for her.

No one gave us a second glance as she slid in.

I couldn’t help but grope her ass through her schoolgirl skirt. She gasped and whirled around, her cheeks flushing darkly. I loved the innocence about her. She made my pussy clench with an eagerness to see her cherry popped.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she squeaked. “You’re so naughty.”

“I know,” I cooed, my clit throbbing. “Let’s get you naked for my daughter.”

Aoi blushed. “I can’t believe this is really happening, but I’m glad. This will be so much fun.”

“It will be life-changing,” I promised her as I led her to the teacher’s desk. I pressed against her and kissed her with hunger. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I danced around with her as my hands untucked her blouse.

She had to be perfect for Sky. My futa-daughter deserved the very best.

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Sky Marlow

“Room 218,” I sent to Mrs. Reyes. “Wait for the signal.”

“Yes, Miss Marlow,” the naughty Latina teacher sent back.

“Looking at anything hot?” Natalie asked.

I yelped at my friend appearing and pressed my phone to my chest. My heart burst with activity. “Natalie! You bitch, you startled me.”

“Sorry,” Natalie said. Then she leaned in. “It must be hot if you’re holding it to your chest.”

“It’s the opposite,” I said. “Just the text message from Mom.”

“Well, that is hot,” Natalie said. “Mmm, how was Mr. Claes’s class?”

“So boring,” I lied, resisting the urge to tell my bestest friend all about my naughty fun.

“Well, this won’t be,” purred Natalie. She took my arm. “Your mother has found the perfect virgin. You were so right to point her out.”

“Yep,” I said.

Rounding the corner appeared Georgia. The reverend’s daughter blushed at the sight of us. She quivered with excitement. I couldn’t help but tease her by pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips right here before everyone.

Girls gasped and guys wolf-whistled as I thrust my tongue into Georgia’s lips. I slid my hand down around her waist and grabbed her ass. She kissed me back even as she whimpered. I could feel the embarrassment melting off of her.

“Sky,” she moaned when she broke the kiss. “We’re at college.”

“You’re just so cute,” I told her. “Mmm, so you’re coming along to play?”

She blushed even more scarlet. “I am. Your mother is just so… so…”

Annoying! I wasn’t sure if that was my thought or Spice’s. She sounded just like my own mind.

“Sexy,” I supplied. It was the truth. My futa-mom was sexy, but she was also so damned annoying. She had corrupted both Natalie and Georgia with her angel-gifted cock.

But I had my plan.

“So, shall we?” I said, hooking her arm, a pretty girl on both sides of me.

“Fuck, yes,” said Natalie as we headed to the nearest stairs. “This is going to be so much fun. Ooh, we’re going to have a blast.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, eager for it to begin.

We reached the second floor. It was a ghost town. Everyone had flooded downstairs to eat and escape their classes. I hummed as the three of us counted rooms and came to 218. I certainly had never been in this one before.

I pushed it open and groaned at what I saw.

Mom and Aoi were naked and sitting on a desk. Well, Mom was sitting on a desk. Aoi was sitting on her, Mom’s futa-cock buried deep in the Japanese virgin’s asshole. The girl squirmed, her small breasts quivering. She was a cute girl naked. Her face twisted in delight. She whimpered while my futa-mom stroked the girl’s thighs, hands sliding towards that black bush hiding that virgin twat.

“Mmm, there’s my sexy futa-daughter,” purred Mom. “How’s school been.”

“Boring,” I lied and peeled off my top, exposing my own small breasts. My blonde hair swayed.

“Well, I’m sure this will liven things up, won’t it?” Mom said. Her fingers slid up and up Aoi’s thighs and reached the girl’s bush this time.

Aoi groaned at my mother’s caress. My futa-mom’s fingers slid through the girl’s black bush and clearly rubbed at her virgin folds. My clit throbbed as I worked off my jean skirt. I shoved them down my legs and stepped out of them, naked.

“Mmm, why don’t me and you have some fun?” Natalie cooed.

“Sure,” Georgia said. “You don’t mind, right, Sky?”

“Oh, we’re not exclusive,” I said. “You can have sex with anyone you want. Natalie, make her scream.”

“We’ll do,” Natalie moaned.

I smiled and advanced, my futa-cock sprouting. Aoi’s slanted eyes flashed down. She adjusted her glasses and whimpered. Mom groaned. I bet she loved that tight ass squeezing about her cock and giving her such a naughty massage.

My futa-cock grew bigger and bigger. By the time I reached Aoi, I was at my full girth. She licked her lips, her eyes staring down at my girl-cock. Her hands rubbed up and down her thighs. She whimpered.

“I know, it’s hot,” I said. “Why don’t you touch it?”

Aoi shot both her hands down with greedy hunger. She grabbed my cock and stroked it. She pumped my dick up and down my shaft. I groaned at this wonderful sensation. Pleasure rushed through my body.

It was so incredible. I smiled, my futa-cock throbbing and aching. I would have so much fun fucking her pussy. I would pound her hard. It would be so incredible to do. Just the best. When Aoi guided me down to her pussy, I smiled.

“That’s it,” Mom cooed, her hands sliding up to cup Aoi’s small tits. “Guide her right to that pussy and make her cum hard.”

“Yes, Mrs. Marlow,” Aoi said, her voice so submissive and cute.

I groaned at the feel of her pressing my cock against her silky bush. Those curls slid over my folds moments before I brushed her wet folds. A shiver ran through me. It shot pleasure down to my cunt. I loved every moment of it. My smile grew as she rubbed me up and down that naughty slit. I felt her hymen.

I thrust.

Aoi gasped, releasing my cock. Mom groaned; the girl’s asshole must have clamped down hard on my mom’s futa-dick. Aoi’s hymen stretched for one glorious moment. The girl’s face twisted. She whimpered.

Her cherry popped.

My cock buried into untouched pussy. The opposite of Mrs. Reyes’s wonderful snatch. My back arched as I sank deeper and deeper into Aoi’s flesh. I savored this wonderful bliss. It was so amazing. I bit my lip and groaned out my passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Oh, fuck, I love it.”

“You’re in me!” Aoi moaned. “You and your mother are both in me.”

“Yes, we are,” Mom moaned and leaned back on her elbows now. “Mmm, Sky, I can feel you in her pussy.”

“I can feel you, too, Mom,” I groaned. I cupped Aoi’s face and nudged her glasses with my fingertips. “Isn’t she just the best mother in the world.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Aoi. Her pussy clenched down on my futa-cock.

“Just so amazing and awesome. She’s wonderful for getting you for me.”

“Oh, Sky,” cooed my mother, sounding so happy in that touched way mothers got. “Thank you.”

“Well, it’s true, Mom, you’re the best.”

Laying it on thick, aren’t you? Spice asked. That was definitely her. I was certain of it.

Just playing along, I said. I mean, she was a great mom. How many mothers would get virgins for their daughter to fuck?

She doesn’t let you go for MILFs, though. Don’t forget what we truly crave, Sky.

Right!

I drew back my hips, my futa-dick sliding out of Aoi’s deflowered cunt. I kissed her as I did, savoring the silky massage. I could feel my mother’s girl-dick through the flesh. I was incredible to enjoy. It made me so wet. So excited. I smiled as I slammed forward. I buried back to the hilt in her pussy as she moaned.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her arms went around me, her thighs holding my hips. I pumped away at her. Mom moaned out her own pleasure, clearly enjoying the feel of my cock rubbing on hers through Aoi’s flesh.

It was exciting.

“That’s so good,” moaned Mom. “Oh, Sky, yes, yes, fuck her. Enjoy her. I’m so glad you love her as much as I do. She’s just so cute.”

Aoi was definitely that.

I kissed her hard as I fucked her pussy. I drove my cock into her depths over and over again. I savored every thrust. Every last plunge. It was exciting to do this to the girl. So much fun to ream her out. She groaned, her body trembling. Her pussy clenched around my cock as I pumped away at her.

I savored the pressure building at the tip of my cock. The silky delight of her pussy swelled it, bringing me closer and closer to that wonderful moment when I would just pump all my jizz into her cunt. I would flood her with every ounce of spunk I had.

“That’s it, honey,” my futa-mom moaned as I fucked into Aoi’s pussy. “Ooh, I can feel your cock thrusting into her twat. You’re fucking her so hard. She loves it. She’s squeezing her bowels down around my cock.”

I broke the kiss to moan, “Are you, Aoi?”

“Yes,” she squealed, hugging me so tight. “Your cock is plunging so hard and fast into my pussy. And your mother’s dick feels so good in my asshole.”

I licked her ear. “I bet it does.”

I nibbled on her earlobe. I licked at her as I thrust into her pussy. I fucked into her cunt with hard strokes. I loved the way her twat gripped my cock. My mother’s cock massaged mine through Aoi’s flesh. It was so hot fucking this girl while Mom’s futa-dick was buried in her asshole.

My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. The pressure swelled at the tip of my girl-dick. I would have such a mighty orgasm. Just a big burst of pleasure. It was incredible. I shuddered, gasping, moaning, reveling in this delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I panted, slamming into her cunt with passion. “That’s so good. Oh, that’s amazing. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll make you cum!” Aoi moaned. “Because… because…”

Her pussy squeezed down hard on me.

“You’re going to cum on my daughter’s futa-dick?” my mother asked. “Huh, Aoi?”

“Yes!” the girl squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I gasped as I thrust into her spasming pussy. Mom groaned, her own mommy-shaft being massaged by the girl’s asshole. A big smile spread on my lips as I enjoyed every second of Aoi’s cunt sucking at my clit-dick.

I drew back my hips, the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible to enjoy. A wonderful delight that squeezed about my cock. I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I thrust forward into Aoi hard.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Mom gasped. “Ooh, take my cum in your asshole!”

“I am, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi squealed, her pussy spasming with wild delight around my futa-dick.

Her twat sucked at my futa-dick. It felt incredible. I groaned, the pressure rising and rising in my cunt. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling. Then I erupted into her pussy. I flooded Aoi’s deflowered cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled, unloading over and over into Aoi’s pussy.

“Oh, that’s good,” the girl moaned, her pussy rippling around me. “That is very good. You’re both flooding me. Mrs. Marlow! Sky!”

“Oh, Aoi, honey!” Mom groaned.

I shuddered as the pleasure fired out of my spurting cock and rippled out of my cunt. The heat rushed through me. Stars twinkled before my eyes. I trembled, my cock spurting over and over again. I loved the feeling. It was so wonderful.

Such a delight to experience this bliss.

Aoi held me tight while her pussy rippled and writhed around my girl-dick. She gasped and moaned, her face contorting with such naughty delight. She was such a sexy girl to enjoy. My dick throbbed with each spurt of cum.

Each blast of jizz flooded into her twat. I groaned as I hit the wild peak of my pleasure.

Behind me, Georgia squealed in her own orgasmic delight, savoring the bliss of cumming on Natalie’s mouth. I panted, staring down into Aoi’s cute eyes. They had such a gleam behind her glasses. She blinked hers.

“Oh, Sky,” she whimpered.

I smiled and slid out of her pussy, eager to have more fun before my plan went into full effect. I would get to rule this school. It would be amazing. My cock popped out of her cunt and my cum leaked out, matting her bush.

“Ooh, I have to lick you up, Aoi,” moaned my futa-mother.

I grinned. “Such a whorish mother.”

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

Madeline Marlow

Aoi slid off of my cock with a groan. I shuddered as her asshole massaged my futa-dick one last time. Then I plopped out. My dirty dick smacked against my stomach. I just had to lick her pussy clean. She brimmed with my daughter’s pussy cream. It would be such an amazing delight.

The girl sank down on the desk beside me. She knew what I wanted to do to her. I licked my lips, so hungry to devour her. To feast on her. It would be incredible. I slid off the desk, Sky panting a few feet away. Her gleaming cock twitched.

“Mmm, you can slide that into one of Mommy’s holes,” I cooed, brushing the crown of her cock with the back of my knuckle.

A graze that made her dick jump and my daughter moan.

I smiled and ducked my head down. Aoi’s black bush dripped with Sky’s futa-cum. That was such a delicious treat to see. I just pressed my face right into those curls, cum smearing over my cheekbones. Then I kissed right on Aoi’s twat.

I licked the cum that leaked out of her. My tongue flicked up and down her folds. I caressed her, savoring the mix of tart pussy and salty cum. My daughter’s cum. That made this so wicked. I shuddered as I thrust my tongue into Aoi’s snatch to scoop it out.

No hymen in the way this time.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned, her hand grabbing my blonde hair.

“Mmm, such a wicked and slutty Mommy,” Sky said, moving behind me. The wet tip of her cock pressed between my butt-cheeks,. “I know what hole you want me to fuck. You want me to ream out this dirty and naughty hole.”

“I do,” I moaned, trembling as she slid her cock down to my asshole. It was such a treat to feel her nuzzling against my back door. “Fuck Mommy’s ass!”

“Gladly!” Sky said and thrust.

I shuddered as my anal ring widened to take her wonderful cock. I thrust my tongue into Aoi’s yummy pussy to lick out more of my daughter’s futa-cum as her naughty clit-dick popped into my bowels.

I groaned as Sky sank her cock into my asshole. My hands clutched at Aoi’s legs. I threw them over my shoulder as I licked the jizz out of her cunt. She gasped, her thighs clutching to my head, her heels rubbing into my back. She held me tight as I licked the cum out of her snatch.

It was such a treat to enjoy with Sky sodomizing me.

“Oh, my god, Mom!” Sky moaned as she bottomed out in my bowels. Her futa-cock throbbed in my anal sheath. What a wonderful delight that was.

Then a new delight joined the mix. Out of the corners of my eyes, I glimpsed Georgia and Natalie running up. The two girls ducked down. A moment later, two hot tongues lapped at the sides of my dirty cock.

“Oh, Natalie, you’re right, that does taste good,” moaned Georgia.

I had really corrupted that girl.

Yes, you did, whispered in my mind with such disapproval.

I ignored the futa-angel—Grace was such a prude—as the two girls licked at my shaft. They lapped Aoi’s ass off my dick while my daughter drew back her cock. She slid her cock out of my bowels, making me tremble and whimper. Such delight rippled through my body. I moaned out my delight as she slammed back into me. She buried to the hilt in me with her hard strokes.

I thrust my tongue deep into Aoi’s cunt. I swirled around in her. She moaned, her body shuddering. I loved the taste of her naughty pussy. That tangy flavor spread over my lips. It was such a yummy treat. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at Aoi’s pussy.

I gathered all that yummy cum I could out of her twat.

“Fuck, Georgia!” groaned Sky. “Look at you go. Just licking at my mother’s cock. You’re turning into a real whore.”

“I guess so,” she moaned. “I mean, I didn’t think I could be like this, but…”

“But you’re a dirty girl who’s eager to have such a wicked and naughty time.”

“Yes!” she gasped out.

“Mmm, she is,” Natalie purred. “Twist your head around, and you can suck at the tip of her cock.”

“Ooh, yes,” Georgia gasped.

Hot lips slid over the crown of my dirty dick and suckled. The pressure shot straight to my pussy and my asshole. My daughter’s cock slammed into my tightening bowels. I groaned at it, my body shuddering at the heat that rippled through my body. I groaned, loving every second of having my dick sucked and my asshole fucked.

My face scrunched up with bliss. The heat rushed through my body. I groaned, my face scrunching up. This felt so good. This was amazing. Just the sort of wicked treat I needed to experience. I shuddered, my asshole clenching down on my daughter’s clit-dick while Georgia sucked with sloppy hunger on my cock.

My tongue swirled around in Aoi. She moaned, those little titties of hers jiggling. She stared down at me, her face twisting with rapture. She was such an adorable girl. So sexy. She turned me on. Made my dick throb.

Georgia sucked hard on my dick while Sky fucked my asshole. She pounded me hard, my big boobs swaying. Then a naughty mouth latched onto my left nipple. Natalie suckled on my tit. She sent such wicked pleasure streaming through my body. I quivered there, reveling in delight. I was loving every second of this. It was incredible to enjoy.

I licked out more of my daughter’s cum from Aoi’s deflowered pussy, the pleasure surging through me. Sky’s dick reaming my asshole, Georgia’s mouth suckling at my futa-cock, and Natalie nursing on my nipple fired pleasure that mixed in my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my bowels clenching down on my daughter’s thrusting cock. “Oh, Sky, this is incredible.”

“I know!” she moaned, thrusting hard and fast into my asshole. “I love fucking your ass, Mom! God, it’s great.”

“Ooh, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi moaned. “I love this. I’m so glad that you lied to Mr. Claes and snuck me out of class to ‘search’ me.”

“Mmm, it was Natalie who suggested you,” I purred.

“That was Sky,” groaned Natalie between suckles of my nipple. She nursed hard on me.

I gasped, loving that naughty feeling.

“I guess it was!” Sky moaned. “You were just so cute. Had to have Mom seduce you.”

“Such a loving mother!” moaned Aoi. “To do that for her daughter. You are so lucky, Sky, to have such a mother.”

My daughter’s stroke faltered. “Uh, yeah, I guess I am lucky.” Her hands tightened on my hips. “You’re amazing, Mom.”

“Sky,” I gushed in delight, my heart pounding with such joy. I squeezed my bowels down on her clit-dick. “Mmm, you don’t have to stop fucking my asshole.”

“Right.”

She picked back up, her hips thrusting forward. It was incredible to feel. I loved it. I reveled in the delight that swept through my body. I groaned, the bliss swimming through my body was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, loving the way she buried her dick into my bowels.

My asshole melted heat down to my cunt, meeting the suckling delight zapping up my cock from Georgia’s naughty mouth. The girl swirled her tongue around my cock. She teased me. I shuddered at the delight of this moment.

It was fantastic.

I thrust my tongue deep into Aoi’s pussy, scooping out more and more of my daughter’s cum. This incredible delight swept over me. My entire body swam with all the pleasure that they were giving me. Natalie nipped my nipple. Sky hammered my bowels. Georgia’s tongue caressed the slit of my cock. She probed it and then suckled.

“Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi moaned.

My mind was swirling with such naughty pleasure. It swept through my body. I groaned, my cunt on fire. I would have such a huge orgasm. All this bliss swelled and swelled in me. It was incredible to enjoy.

Sky’s futa-dick buried over and over into my bowels. Natalie nibbled on my nipple with her lips. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Georgia’s mouth. Pussy cream trickled down my shaft heading right for her lips.

She swirled her tongue over my cock. The pleasure was intense. She had to taste my precum and pussy cream. She moaned, the naughty girl clearly loving both. I moaned into Aoi’s pussy, my tongue sweeping around in her silky sheath.

I couldn’t find any more of Sky’s cum.

Mmm, which left me just Aoi’s yummy juices.

“Fuck, Mom!” Sky moaned as my tongue fluttered up and down Aoi’s pussy. Her silky curls rubbed on my face. “This is hot. I’m going to cum in your asshole.”

“I am going to cum on your face, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi whimpered. “This is too good. Your tongue feels amazing.”

“She’s amazing,” Natalie groaned and nipped my nipple again.

A sharp jolt of pleasure fired down to my pussy and clit-dick. My bowels clenched down on my daughter’s futa-cock. The incestuous bliss swelled in my ovaries. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming again.

I groaned, so eager for that burst of rapture.

Sky hammered my asshole without mercy. The pleasure flowed right to my ovaries. They drank in the heat. My mommy-cum approached a boil. I shuddered, Georgia sucking with such pressure. She wanted my jizz flooding her mouth.

“Georgia,” I groaned into Aoi’s pussy.

I was so close to erupting. It was all building and building in me. I slid my lips up to Aoi’s clit. I nursed on her, the tart flavor of her cunt coated my mouth. It was such a delicious treat. I loved the taste. I sucked on her clit. I nursed on her with hunger.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she squealed.

Her tart pussy juices gushed out into my mouth. I groaned as I drank them down. My asshole clamped down on Sky’s cock plundering my bowels. The friction swelled. She slammed into my anal sheath.

Georgia sucked hard on my clit-dick.

I squealed with ecstasy into Aoi’s pussy. My orgasm exploded through me. Hot mommy-cum jetted into Georgia’s mouth. I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my spunk. At the same time, my asshole spasmed around Sky’s thrusting futa-cock.

“Fuck, Mom!” she moaned, feeling my flesh writhe around her.

“Cum in me,” I moaned between licks of Aoi’s furred muff. The Japanese girl moaned as her juices spilled down my chin.

Waves of ecstasy washed out of my cunt and jolts of rapture fired from my spurting girl-dick. I groaned, my daughter’s dick burying again and again into my bowels. Natalie kept suckling at my nipple. She nursed at me with such hunger, adding more delight to the pleasure consuming my body.

I groaned, my face scrunching up at how amazing this pleasure felt. It melted across my mind. Georgia nursed hard and Sky moaned as she buried her girl-dick to the hilt in my asshole. Her fingers tightened on my hips.

“Mom!” she gasped.

Her hot futa-cum flooded my bowels. She pumped my asshole full of her jizz. Spurt after spurt of her bliss washed through her. It was incredible. I whimpered, my mind melting from all the bliss that swept through me.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” I moaned into Aoi’s pussy. “That’s incredible.”

“Yes, it is, Mom!” Sky purred. “Oh, that’s just so hot. I love it! Ooh, yes, yes, this is the best thing ever!”

I nodded my agreement, Georgia sucking on my cock as I came down from the intensity of my orgasm. My daughter’s futa-dick fired a few more times into my bowels as I panted. Aoi whimpered, sounding so cute.

Natalie’s mouth popped off my nipple. “That was fucking intense. I want to get fucked—”

“What is going on in here?” a woman demanded. “If any of you are fornica…” Her words trailed off

I froze. My head shot up to see Lupita Reyes standing in the door staring at us. She looked shocked. My cock softened in Georgia’s mouth as the fear slammed into me. She caught us red-handed. I quivered there, my mind spiraling.

“No, no, no,” I whimpered.

“It’ll be okay, Mom,” Sky said and ripped her futa-dick out of my asshole. “We have to seduce her. It’s the only way to keep you from getting fired.”

But we couldn’t do that. Lupita Reyes was married. It would be wrong.

Right?

To be continued…

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Two young lovers have hot steamy sex in the school showers, while their coach watches.

A revised version of my first story. I’d love some feedback.

When I was 16 I realized that I was a lesbian, and I quickly met my girlfriend Katey during swimming practice. But that’s a different story. This is the story about how I became captain of my schools swimming team when I was 17.

Swim practice had ended and I was getting dressed, when Katey came and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to hang back. I smiled wickedly, because I knew what she meant. I purposefully dawdled, took things out of my bag and then put them back in, anything to waste time.

Eventually everyone left and I immediately locked the door and whipped off my clothes. I looked around but couldn’t see Katey, then I heard the sound of water running. I found her in the showers, hot water already steaming up the room; she was sitting on the floor playing with herself, water forming a cascade down the v-line between her buxom breasts, down her toned stomach, to where her hands met her pussy. She gave me that “come hither” look and I walked to her, the hot water hitting my head and flowing over my red hair and down my shoulders. It ran over my pert, perky breasts, all the way to my smooth pussy. I was soaked in no time, but it was nowhere near how wet my pussy was getting from just looking at her with two fingers buried inside herself. She was still sitting on the floor, so she leaned forward and her tongue ran up my slit and danced across my clit. I gasped as my lovers skilled mouth flicked and probed me, my young quim spasming as Katey started me on the journey closer and closer to ecstasy. I ran my hands over my chest and tweaked my pink nipples, already hard with arousal, the small bursts of pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coming from my loins. I brought my hands down and grabbed Katey’s head, and I began to grind my lovers face into my hungry pussy. Suddenly the rising pleasure exploded in me, surging orgasmic euphoria throughout every part of my body.

I fell to my knees and into katey’s arms, with the warm water of the shower enveloping us like a cocoon, our lips met and I tried to express my feelings for her with just a kiss. Her lips parted and our tongues entwined, I could taste the residual juices of my pussy in her mouth. My hands started to explore her slender body, feeling my way to her breasts. I pinched one of her nipples and smiled as she gasped into my mouth. With my hands on her breasts I pushed her down onto her back and licked my way down her body, stopping briefly to nibble her pointy nipples. I was between her knees and I took a moment to admire the little patch of brown pubic hair that she kept unshaven above her otherwise bare mound. I leaned down and gave her bush a little kiss, and then I ran my tongue down and I started licking her smooth pink pussy. Her pussy lips parted and I could taste her juices as they started to flow into my mouth. The water from the shower was a good cover because it drowned out the sounds of Katey moaning. Her moans reached new heights when I wrapped my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue across it rapidly.

Suddenly I felt the hair on the back of my head stand up; I felt eyes on us. We were being watched. With katey’s pussy still in my mouth, I looked up. Standing in the door way to the showers was our swimming coach. Even though the room was full of steam, I was still able to see that she had her hand down her pants and her other hand was kneading her breasts over her track suit top. I locked eyes with her while my tongue danced across katey’s clit. I took two fingers and thrust them deeply into my lovers slit. Katey moaned load, her back arching, as she reached orgasm. My mouth was flooded with her fluids and I happily drank the sweet nectar. I still had my eyes on my coach, and I saw her give a quiet moan as she too reached her peak. She took her hand out of her pants, straightened her clothes and was about to leave. She stopped and looked at me, and I saw her mouth the words “thank you” before she turned and left.

I crawled over Katey and kissed her, letting her taste her juices this time. It was about then that I noticed the water had started to turn cold. I got up, and bent over to help Katey get up. The wet floor cause us to slip and we ended up back on the floor, where we lay, laughing at our own clumsiness. I looked into my lover eyes and gave her a peck on the lips. Then I started to chuckle even more, this time at the absurdness of our coach catching us, and fingering herself while watching two of her students having lesbian sex in the showers after hours.

“What’s so funny? We just fell down, it’s not that funny” Katey asked me, smiling.

“I just thought it would feel different being watched, let alone caught” I replied, brushing a little hair out of her face.

“What are you talking about?” a puzzled look spreading over her beautiful face.
I cocked my head and was about to ask her if she was serious, when suddenly it hit me. She didn’t know.

“You had your eyes closed the entire time, didn’t you?” I asked, about to burst into laughter. She nodded and got even more confused when I did start laughing, the sound echoing off the walls.

“Stop it! And tell me what you are talking about. Did… did someone see us?!”
I got to my feet again and helped her up, this time we successfully made it out of the shower.

“Ok, I’m sorry I laughed at you. I wasn’t really laughing at you, just laughing more at the added absurdity” I put my bra and panties on and started to get into my jeans.

“Come on! Spill it, tell me what happened.” Katey was brushing her hair, still completely naked.

“It was about the time I was head deep in your vag that I noticed we had an audience”.

“Oh my god! Who? Are we busted? Why didn’t you stop?” her brush clattered to the ground as questions fired from her like a machine gun. She looked like she was getting ready to run away. Needless to say I was loving it. I knew once I told her all of it she would calm down and we would have a good laugh together.

“Coach Fisher” I said with a smirk.

“Coach Fisher! Was she mad?”

“Well they way she was 2 fingers deep in her own cunt, I’d say no… She’s not mad”.

“She was masturbating while watching us? Holy crap that’s awesome!” she hugged me, her nude body pressing against my half dressed self. And then we laughed, she did forgive me for torturing her like that, and agreed that she would have done the same thing. We finished getting dressed and shared one last kiss before exiting the change room. As we left, we made plans to get together in a couple of days and see a movie. I had to get home and do my homework. Then I was babysitting the next day, so I didn’t have much time to see her again for a couple of days.We hugged as we went our separate ways.

“Goodbye, Eve.” And in a whisper in my ear “I love you”.
My heart almost burst with emotion.

“I love you too, Katey” and I risked a kiss, right there on the sidewalk, outside of the school. Blushing furiously, we both went our different ways.

Later that evening, while I was wracking my brain around some science homework, the phone rang. Then my mom shouted up from the living room;
“Eve! Phone for you!”

Thinking it might be Katey; I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless and raced back to my room.

“Hello.” I was surprised to hear Coach Fisher on the other end.

“Hello Eve, I just wanted to call you about the little display you and Miss Katey were putting on this afternoon. I would like to say that I greatly enjoyed the show and I would very much like to see more. I am thinking of promoting you and Katey to co-captains of the swim team, and I’d like to see both of you in my office immediately after next practice to discuss your possible promotion and the benefits that such a position entails. Of course this kind of position means you’ll have to stay late after each practice but I’m sure we’ll find some constructive ways to spend that time. I am about to call young Katey and inform her as well. Again, I’ll express my appreciation and wish you a good night. Goodnight Eve, see you tomorrow”

And the line went dead. I sat there in my room, stunned at the sudden turn of events. The realization hit me and I started to scream and cheer and dance around my room.
I couldn’t wait to hear from Katey, and discuss the possibilities of the “meeting” in coach’s office after practice next week. The anticipation was already growing in my chest.

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Reading erotica, it often seems to me that many writers don’t actually seem to know much about actual sex, rather than writing about it, and it comes across as artificial. “Star”, about whom I’ll write in this episode of my memoirs, had plenty of experience of hetero sex, but had fought shy of writing lesbian scenes for this reason. After our two weeks together, though, she is now adept at writing them as well. Her readers can thank me for that.

Her flight had been delayed the previous night, and I let her lie in late before calling her hotel.

Apparently I wasn’t quite late enough. Her voice was thick and muddy with sleep on the phone.

“ ‘Ullo?”

“Your escort awaits, ma’am,” I said.

“Juliana!” I could hear the sudden surge of energy in her voice, as though she’d only actually woken up just now. “Is that you? Really you?”

“Kittykat,” I said, grinning with pleasure into the phone. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“I can’t wait to meet you. When are you coming over?”

I went to the window and looked out over the city. In the distance, I could see her hotel, a block of grey and white concrete towering over the skyline. Perhaps we were looking at each other across the kilometres, all unknowing. “You tell me. I await your pleasure.”

“Come over right now. I’ll go have a bath and freshen up.”

I looked down at the street and estimated the time it would take from the traffic conditions. “I’ll be there in three quarters of an hour.”

Driving across the city, I felt a pleasant tingling in my breasts as the distance between us shrank with each turn of the tyres. We’d met online, in a writing group on a website now long dead. I’d not fit in particularly well with the rest of the members of the group; people who apparently wrote only for the sake of the praise of other members, not to improve their own writing or give honest criticism which might help me improve. I’d been on the point of quitting the group altogether when I’d got a private message from her.

I still recall frowning at the computer screen as I read the name on the message. Star? Who on earth was Star? Was this some kind of scam? I was on the verge of deleting it unread, and then decided to open it anyway. If it was a scammer, I might at least get some harmless fun out of stringing him or her along.

It wasn’t a scammer. “Hi,” she wrote. “We haven’t met before. I’ve been busy at work these last weeks and didn’t have much time to come online – so I only just got the chance to read your submissions. They caught my attention at once. We need to talk.”

We talked. “This group isn’t much, I know,” she said. “I don’t like the narcissists much either. They seem to demand worship rather than actual readership, if you know what I mean.”

I’d chuckled when I’d read that. It was exactly what I’d been thinking, only I hadn’t put it into so many words. “Besides, they’re mostly prudes and get offended if I get racy, so I have to tone it down,” she added.

“Racy?” I’d asked. “What do you mean?”

“I write a lot of erotica,” she’d informed me. “I like sex, and I like writing about it. You aren’t put off by that, are you?”

This time I’d laughed aloud. Put off by erotica! “Not at all,” I’d assured her. “Why would I be?”

“Good. I’m glad you aren’t. So let’s do this: we’ll ignore the rest of these peoples’ carping and carry on with reading each other and commenting on how we can make our writing better. Is that all right?”

“That’s more than all right,” I’d said.

That had been years ago. Shortly after, the moderator of the writing group had thrown a hissy fit and blocked us both without a word of explanation, which didn’t matter much because by then we were communicating with each other mostly by private messages and email anyway. She was an excellent editor, with a keen eye for redundant verbiage and a good sense of how a story might be improved. What I brought to the table I really didn’t know; it seemed to me that her stories were mostly beyond criticism, but she assured me that I was a great help.

“If you say it’s all right,” she told me once, “I know it’s all right. Do you get my meaning?”

Back then we’d both been in other relationships; relationships, as it happened, which were crumbling to dust. Hers ended first, in a messy divorce, and I let her sob on my virtual shoulder until the ache eventually faded and she healed. My own boyfriend, meanwhile, decided, after five months together, that I wasn’t the person he wanted to share his bed with, and dumped me by text message while I was at work; and you can imagine what that made me feel like. It was Star who’d held out a hand to pull me out. (Regular readers of this series will be well aware that Star is not her real name.)

“You’ve got to live again,” she’d said. “Find pleasure in what is, not what was.”

“How?”

“Let’s write a story together.”

And so, little by little, I came back into the light. By then I’d named Star “Kittykat”; I have an inveterate habit of giving personal nicknames to people I like, nicknames which have meaning only for me. She’d laughed when I’d called her that for the first time. (And Kittykat isn’t the actual nickname I gave her, either, in case anyone’s wondering.)

“Kittykat? Why Kittykat? Do I look like a Kittykat to you?”

“What’s a Kittykat supposed to look like?” I’d challenged. “Anyway, you’re Kittykat now, so you might as well get used to it.”

And then there was a time when we’d both got very busy with work and other things, and our conversations had slackened off. When I had a little time free, she had none; when she was free, I wasn’t. Months passed, and dragged on for almost a year.

One evening I found myself sitting in front of my computer, going through old files, when I found that first story we’d written together, and it sent a pang through me. I’d gone online and straight to my email account, meaning to write her a mail.

An email from her was already there. “Thinking of you…” it began.

“I’m finally done with all this,” she wrote. “All the craziness, the months of insanity, it’s all over. Now, at last, I can take this holiday I’ve been dreaming of for years. And guess where I want to go? Will you make yourself free to spend time with me?”

“Whenever you want,” I’d replied at once. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

She knew, of course, that I was bisexual, and said that though she’d only ever had sex with men, she had often wondered what it might be like to sleep with a woman. She’d even been made advances to by women a couple of times, but backed out because she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Also,” she said, “I’m used to being naked with men, but I’m not certain what it’d be like to strip in front of a woman. Women can be so judgemental, and I’m getting old and fat.”

“I won’t be judgemental,” I promised her. “Why don’t you send me a couple of nude photos if you want an honest opinion?”

After some hesitation, she did. One was of her standing naked in front of a fireplace, hands behind her head to thrust her breasts forward, with a shy smile on her face. The other was from below and between her thighs, looking up past her vulva at her face framed by her breasts, nipples outthrust.

“You’re extremely good looking,” I assured her with complete honesty. The sight of her labia, dark brown and peeking out from her pubic hair, had made me go wet between the legs. “You don’t have a thing to worry about.”

“At least I won’t be ashamed if I need to get naked in front of you,” she responded. “You’ve seen everything already.”

The rush of memories had occupied me right across town, so that the usual insane traffic hadn’t even exasperated me as it usually did. When I drew up at the hotel, the pleasant tingling of anticipation had intensified into a hammering of my heart. Absurdly, I felt like a teenager on her first date. I took a deep breath to calm down before reaching for my mobile phone.

“I’m here,” I said when she replied. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she said. “I’m coming down.”

I was waiting in the lobby when she emerged from the lift. The photos I’d seen of her, clothed and otherwise, hadn’t done her justice, though, not fully; they hadn’t shown how regal she was, how she carried herself like an empress. An empress of the night, her black skin offset by the green and purple dress she wore.

Then she saw me and the almost intimidating queenly air was gone, wiped away by a huge grin. “Juliana! There you are at last.”

I held out my arms and she rushed into them, hugging me tight. It had been a very long time since I’d hugged someone, and I held her, taking in the pleasure of feeling her warmth, the smell of her hair and perfume, and the pressure of her breasts against mine.

“Let’s go,” she said at last, breaking the embrace. “We’ll go eat something first. I’m starving.”

That’s how the day started. We had breakfast sitting opposite each other in a little cafe, the waitress darting puzzled looks our way. She was probably wondering what we were doing together, the tall black woman and the younger brown woman who’d kicked off her sandals as soon as she’d sat down. We ignored her, ate our pastries and drank our Cappuccinos.

I don’t recall much of that first conversation; perhaps I might have seemed stupid to her. I just sat across her, listening to her husky voice, telling myself that after a long, long time I was with a friend, someone I could be comfortable with, someone I didn’t have to always feel as though I was walking on eggshells around.

At one point she put her hand on the table, and I reached out and took it, almost afraid that she would snatch it away. She let me hold it, and even squeezed my fingers gently.

“Don’t look so tense,” she said. “I’m not going to bite.”

Later we drove around the city. It was only the first day of her holiday, and we had the whole two weeks ahead of us, so we didn’t enter any of the museums and the old cathedral which stood to the south, its huge spire always reminding me of a titanic shark fin cruising out to sea. And then we drove down to the beach out of town, where the waters of the ocean heaved back and forth and crashed ceaselessly on the shore.

She was surprised at the beach. “Why, it’s almost deserted!”

“That’s why I brought you to this one. It’s not a tourist trap…yet.”

She loved the beach. She lay in the sand and made angels with her arms and legs, laughing. She made a small sand castle with as much glee as a child, and put a tiny pebble on top. “That’s the king,” she said. The king promptly fell off his perch and the castle crumbled back into sand.

“And that,” she informed me solemnly, “is a revolution.”

I took photos of her standing in the surf, laughing and holding her arms out as the waves crashed around her bare feet. We took selfies, holding the camera at arm’s length as we held each other close. I was very conscious of the swell of her breast touching mine.

She prodded my foot with her toes. “Closer,” she said, pressing her breast into me. “You aren’t fully in the frame. That’s it.”

My knickers were uncomfortably soaked by the time she broke the embrace. “Are you all right?” she asked me. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing wrong,” I said. My head was still swimming a bit and I needed to get myself under control. “How about going to a movie?”

So we went to watch something. It doesn’t matter what it was. The theatre was mostly empty, and the last three rows were totally unoccupied except for the two of us.

She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arm round mine. “I’m so glad I came,” she murmured. “It feels so good to be with you.”

I could feel her cheek, nuzzling the side of my neck, and wondered if she could feel the thundering of my heart. “I’m happy you came, too,” I said inadequately.

The actress on the screen, Nordic to the fingernails, pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were small and pert, with round pink nipples reminiscent of little rosebuds. Her tiny shorts followed, revealing, for an instant before she turned away, a bare cleft like a sideways smile.

“She looks almost prepubescent,” Kitty said in my ear. “Do you like your women shaved or natural?”

My throat was so dry that I had to wet my lips before I could murmur an answer. “Doesn’t matter to me, really,” I said. “As long as she’s comfortable with who she is, it’s fine.”

“And…” I felt her hesitation, her nerving herself up to ask. “Just, er, out of curiosity, since I haven’t seen you unclothed…”

“I got a Brazilian wax done yesterday,” I said. I had got it done specifically for her visit, but I didn’t tell her that. “It’s more convenient when I’m in a bikini.”

“I can’t wear a bikini,” she said mournfully. “I’m too fat.”

“You’re fine for me,” I assured her. The Nordic actress was preening in front of a mirror, her hands cradling her breasts, and then slipped between her legs as she pretended to masturbate. Her gasps of simulated pleasure were so artificial that they were off putting rather than erotic. I found myself wondering what Kitty’s face would look like in arousal and orgasm. “You’re much sexier than that woman on the screen, and I’m seriously having a hard time keeping my hands off you. If only you knew…”

I didn’t get to finish the sentence. Kittykat’s face shifted on my shoulder, her cheek sliding up mine, towards the corner of my mouth. I turned to her, our lips merging, slipping over and around each other. Her tongue, warm, moist, alive, found mine.

How long that kiss lasted I have no idea. It seemed to go on forever and ever. It was as though it was the first time I’d ever been kissed. When we finally broke for a breath, her eyes were shining.

“My word,” she breathed. “Oh my word.”

“I…” I opened my mouth to say something, I don’t know what, to explain, perhaps even to apologise. But she leaned across and put her finger on my lips.

“Not a word,” she said. “Let’s go. I can’t bear another minute.”

“Go where?”

Kittykat smiled, a slow wide warm smile. “I believe the correct form of the question is, ‘your place or mine?’ “

As we drove back to my flat, she stroked my thigh with her hand, her fingertips grazing the insides of my thighs. “It’s been a while since I last had sex,” she said. “And now I’m so wet my knickers are soaked.”

I didn’t trust myself to reply.

“I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening,” she said.

“No other plans,” I managed.

“Great.” She pressed her fingers to the joining of my legs. “I love feeling this. It’s so warm. I never knew touching another woman would be so wet and warm.”

I finally found my voice as we were riding the lift up to my flat. “I’ve a bottle of wine, all chilled and ready. You like red, right?”

“Screw the wine,” she said. “The wine will wait. I want you, and I can’t wait.”

I fumbled the lock open and we entered my flat. The door had hardly clicked shut behind us and she was in my arms.

“Kiss me,” she said urgently. “Kiss me hard.”

We kissed, our lips crushed together so tightly I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue and mine danced, pressing and touching and tasting each other. Her heavy breasts pushed against mine, her hands roved up and down my back.

“God,” she moaned into my mouth. “You can kiss, can’t you? Take me to your bedroom and fuck me.”

We kissed all the way down the living room to the bedroom. Her hands were busy, pulling my T-shirt out of my slacks, pushing them down off my hips. “Take off my dress,” she said urgently.

The green and purple outfit hit the floor with a rustle of silk. She kicked off her shoes, hooked one leg round my calf, and pushed me down on the bed on my back. Contained only by her bra, her heavy breasts hung over me. I felt her hands, tugging impatiently, and my knickers slipped down my legs and off my feet. She stood looking down at me.

“You’re so lovely,” she said, crouching down between my legs. “I’ve often imagined what you might look like naked but I never really thought you’d look like this.”

“You could have asked me to send you a photo,” I told her. “You’d have known then.”

“I was embarrassed to,” Kittykat said. Her fingers fluttered between my legs, spreading open my vulva. “What should I do now?”

“It’s better that I do it to you,” I said. “Then you can do the same to me. After all, I’m the experienced one here.”

“Um.” Kittykat slid up the bed and crawled up me, her hands fluttering over my belly and breasts. I raised myself off the bed so I could take my bra off. “You feel so good,” she said, looking down into my face. “So warm.”

She did, too. My hands slipped under her bra. Her nipples were large and stiff with excitement.

“Wait a second,” Kittykat said, rising. “Let me take this damned thing off.”

In the amber light of the bedroom, her body was like a sculpted statue of mahogany. The curve of her back, the hollow limned by the reflected light, arched gracefully down to her flared hips, which tapered down to her surprisingly elegant thighs. Her arms, fingers long and dextrous, unhooking the bra and flicking it away, clad now only in her pale pink knickers. Her bare breasts swung, drawing my eyes after them. She slid onto the bed, rubbing her stiff nipples up my torso as she lay beside me. Her hand touched my cleft, unsurely, and then moved away.

I pushed myself down the bed until my face was level with her breasts, and touched the tip of one nipple with my tongue. She shivered. “Oh. That feels…oh.”

I took the nipple in my mouth, gently sucking, and pushed her breasts together so I could move my mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. Her hands were on the back of my head, rhythmically pushing my mouth on to her breasts. I could feel her chest rise and fall with the increased pace of her excited breathing.

“Harder,” she murmured, pushing down on my head. “Suck harder”.

As I sucked on her erect nipples, lashing my tongue around the nubs of her areolas, I slipped one hand down the gentle swell of her belly to the soaked fabric of her knickers. Through the thin cloth I could feel the wet heat of her sex. I passed my fingers inside the waist of the underwear and down the groove of her cleft. Her labia parted before my fingers, and the soft moist tunnel of her vagina enfolded them. I pushed them in and out while I sucked on her nipples, but the little undergarment limited my movement. She arched her back.

“Please,” I thought I heard her murmur. “Come on, come on. Please.”

Trailing kisses down her belly, pausing briefly to dip my tongue into the dimple of her navel, I pushed myself down between her thighs. I could smell her sex now, a salty warm tang. It had been a while since I’d last been with a woman and I’d desperately missed that unique aroma. I kissed and nibbled the insides of her thighs, edging up towards the knickers. She bucked her hips.

“Get them off me,” she whispered.

Hooking my fingers on the waistband, I pulled them down. The fabric was so soaked with her juices that the cloth stuck briefly to her tissues. She sighed as they slid down her thighs and fell away from her body. Her pubic hair was a dark thick triangle between her spread legs.

As I parted her labia with my fingers, her clitoris sprang out at me, a nub like a little turret pushing out of the top of her cleft. When I touched it with the tip of my tongue she almost jumped. “God!”

“Relax,” I said, remembering that this was her first time with a woman. “Just relax and enjoy what I’m doing to you.” Her vagina was deep pink shading to purple, reminding me of a hibiscus flower, the tissues slick with her moisture. I put my fingertip at the tip of her clitoris and began moving it in semicircles. She sighed and laid her head back, her breasts rising and falling fast. Moisture dripped out of her vagina to form tiny drops on her labia.

“God,” she repeated. “Oh god.”

“It’s just the beginning.” I pointed and stiffened my tongue and began licking up and down her cleft, dipping into her vestibule and vagina to taste her salty juices before going back to her labia again. She clamped her thighs around my head and began to heave, her hips rising and falling in time to my licks.

It was time. She was almost at her orgasm, I could feel it. I put my tongue on the top of her cleft, flicking it side to side across her clitoris. With a cry, she came, shuddering all over as she bucked frantically, thrusting her vulva against my mouth, grinding her hips side to side. On and on her orgasm went, seeming to reduce in intensity only long enough to let us both catch a breath before it flared again. On and on, until we both lost all sense of time. Her vagina, my tongue, her thighs around my head, her soft cries, the drumming of her bare heels on my back, these were the only things in the world. And yet she came, again and again.

At last it was over. Her thighs loosened their grip and fell apart. She lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, a stunned expression on her face. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped for air.

“Kittykat?” I asked. “Are you all right?”

Her lips hardly moved. “That was…I never knew it could be like this. It was never like this before.”

“We’re just getting started,” I said. Putting my right middle finger in my mouth to moisten it, I slid it – my hand palm-upwards – into her vagina. Her tunnel, hot and moist, clutched at me. She gasped.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promised her. My finger began stroking back and forth, rubbing inside her. Suddenly I found what I was looking for as she moaned and went rigid. I began pressing my fingertip rhythmically on the front wall of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth, and she began thrashing, her hands clutching at the bedspread as she cried out and her hips bucked against my hand so hard I had difficulty keeping my finger inside her.

“What was that?” she whispered when she’d finally stopped coming. “What on earth was that?”

“Your G-spot,” I said. “Here it is.” I pushed in another finger, in a corkscrew motion, and rubbed the backs of my fingernails against it. She shuddered.

“Give me a chance to catch my breath,” she said. “You don’t want to orgasm me to death right at the start.”

“Not a chance of that,” I laughed. “I need to get off, too.” Taking my fingers out of her vagina, I took a pillow and nudged it under her hips so that they were raised off the bed. I then crawled up her body, my nipples rubbing on her belly, then knelt over her and lifted one of my legs over hers.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “As widely as possible. Then hold your vagina open with both hands.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, obediently spreading her labia apart with her fingers.

“You’ve heard of scissoring, right? Tribadism?” Spreading my own labia apart so that my clitoris bulged out from under its hood, I lowered my vulva to hers. “This is how it’s done.”

It had been a while since I’d scissored with another woman, and I’d forgotten the unique sensation of one’s own moist membranes kissing someone else’s, our labia meeting like mouths. Kittykat, who’d never felt it before, gasped, but I think I did too. Holding myself apart with my fingers, I began rubbing my clitoris against hers, first slowly, and then building a rhythm as I speeded up.

“Try not to move,” I said. “Let me do all the work.” With every thrust of my hips her wet pubic hair rubbed deliciously against my clit. “Let me…” my voice trailed off as I felt the first rush of my orgasm approaching, and then it struck. Crying out, I ground my vulva against hers and was hardly even aware when, with a small scream, she came too. Then my strength gave out and I fell forward on her, our sweat-slick bodies touching.

She held me to her bosom, both of us breathing hard, waiting for our racing hearts to slow down. Her fingers slipped through my hair. “That was incredible,” she said quietly, “I never knew sex could be like this. No wonder you go for women.”

“It’s not always that lesbian sex is better,” I said. “It’s like hetero sex, you have to work at it and practice, and sometimes it’s good, and sometimes it’s perfect.”

“Oh, right. It must be true what they say – that it’s who you do it with that matters most of all.”

“Also, look at this from the educational point of view,” I grinned. “From now on, you can include lesbian sex scenes in your writing, and knowing what you’re writing about.”

“Ha. I can see the dedication. ‘For Juliana, who showed me how to have sex with a woman.’ That should interest readers.”

“You make it sound as though I used a chalk and whiteboard.” I laughed. “You’ll stay here now, of course? There’s no need to waste money on your hotel.”

“I’ll stay,” she said, with a slight smile. “If you want me to, that is.”

“Shall I show you how much I want you to?” I asked.

“Show me,” she challenged, and I drew her to me again.

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What happens when CJ takes my biggest fantasy into consideration?

It was the night of a special ceremony for the President and everyone in the White House had worked non-stop throughout the day. Unlike normally, today I had worked with Mr. Spencer, another member of staff. All attending the Gala were dressed in their finest clothing, and they gathered in the same room to hear the head man of the country speak. I was there in a sleek black dress that went from short to long. It was fitting in all the right places.
Applause echoed through the room as he ended his speech and I scanned the room for CJ. I hadn’t seen her all day, not once. The event transitiomed into an after-party, those attending now beginning to socialize. I chatted with some people here and there and soon went for refreshments. Just as I grabbed my beverage, I caught her through my peripheral vision. She was absorbed in conversation, laughing with whomever she was talking to. Might I just say that stunning doesn’t even begin to describe the way she looked that night.
CJ was wearing a long, part-red, part-gold dress. It only had one red sleeve but it tied together nicely. She even had on lipstick.
I hadn’t realized I was staring until she set her light eyes on my dark ones. I noticed that she quickly scanned my figure and excused herself from her colleague. As she made her way over to me, I grew nervous. She didn’t look happy. When she reached me, she briefly stopped to speak to me. “My office, five minutes.” And then she marched out.
Uh-oh.

I couldn’t imagine what I had done wrong. I played over every possible scenario in my head.
CJ was there, leaning against her desk with her arms folded across her chest.
“You wanted to see me, Ms. Cregg?”
“Yes. Shut the door.” She instructed.
I did so, hoping to God I wasn’t in trouble.
“First off I wanted to say thank you for your help on behalf of the entire staff.”
I had been running around and helping set up for the Gala, mainly with decorations.
I smiled, nodding once. “You’re very welcome. I-“
“Secondly, You look like you’re going to prom, not to a presidential event.” She said, cutting me off.
Maybe my dress was short in the front, but it was certainly long in the back. It didn’t even show too much.
I was struggling for words. “I…”
“Did you take that into consideration when you got dressed this evening?”
“I’m sorry Ms. Cregg, I didn’t mean to -“
“Come here.”
I was frozen in place. I really must have screwed up.
“I said come here.”
I managed to walk up to her, my nerves causing me to swallow hard. “Consider this a strike. For every strike, there’s a consequence.” She told me.
“Consequence?” All I thought was please let me keep my internship.
“Bend over the desk.” She said.
“…what?”
That was when she took me by surprise and grabbed my arm, throwing me forward over the end of her desk.
I tried to get up but I was stopped with a hard smack to my rear. “CJ, what-“
“Don’t move!” I froze again.
“You’re really having a hard time following instructions.” She said.
“I can’t just let that go unpunished.”
“Unpunished? I-”
I was greeted with another several, hard slaps to my ass. And I admit, it did hurt, but my God it turned me on to see CJ being so forceful.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” She asked.
“Yes.”
Smack.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes Ms. Cregg.”
Smack.
I gasped, sure my bottom was red.
“…Yes, ma’am.”
At last she let me up, and kissed my glossy lips. Her own reminded me of cherries; sweet, red and irresistible.
She pulled away briskly, knowing that I wanted more.
“Take your panties off.”
I obeyed, slipping them down to my ankles and over my heels. They were light purple, her favorite color.
“Good girl.”
Everything felt so wrong and so right. My biggest fantasy had always been having CJ dominate me in her office. And so far, she was turning it into reality.
“Sit here. I don’t want you to cum until you have my permission. You can beg all you like. Is that clear?” She demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She positioned herself in front of my legs, which I couldn’t open all that wide due to my tight dress. CJ started by caressing my inner thighs. Any single contact from her drove me wild, and this certainly was no different. She began to lick lightly at my lips, pulling them apart with her fingers and teasing the opening of my little pink hole. She had such a skilled tongue I would have came in 30 seconds, but I wouldn’t dare disobey her.
She nibble gently at the hood of my clit before rolling her tongue over the sensitive button underneath.
was trembling slightly from fighting the urge to cum. She continued to work her tongue around and around until my juices were dripping down my ass cheeks.
She suddenly stopped, stood upright and kissed me again. I could taste that I was yummy like a peach, though I knew CJ was yummier. I had to have her.
“You must be dying to cum.” She teased.
“Yes! Can I please cum, CJ?” I begged.
“No. Not until I think you deserve it.”
Very slowly, she began to rub my slit, making sure that I was nice and wet. She kept this up for a good while. She didn’t have a single finger inside of me, yet I felt as though I were about to burst. “Can I PLEASE cum?”
“No.” CJ shook her head, a smirk playing lightly on her lips.
Finally, she slid her middle and ring finger inside my cunt. I could barely describe the electric feeling I got when she did. And if I couldn’t describe that, I definitely couldn’t describe the sensation I was hit with when she started to finger me. She was twisting her hand and bending her fingers every which way
“Oh God, you make my pussy feel so good. Please, can I cum?”
She simply stuck a third finger inside of me. This may not have sounded like a lot, but I was very tight. I was pretty much full, with a mere three fingers.
She was curling and uncurling her fingers, pressing hard toward the front of my cunt. I was so wet, I thought that I’D be the one to squirt this time.
The motions became harder and much faster.
“Oh fuck! CJ , please! I can’t take it anymore!” I pleaded.
She actually grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.”You can take it and you will take it . Do you know why? Because you’re a dirty little slut and you love it.”
Never in our few months together had she spoken to me in such a way. I loved every second of it.
“Are you a little slut?” She asked me.
I moaned.
She was fucking me so hard the table was rocking.
“I asked you a question. “
“I’m not A little slut, I’m YOUR little slut and I love it when you treat me this way… Oh, please let me cum!” I was beyond desperate.
I could see how heavily her chest rose and fell, and I realized she must have been incredibly turned on herself. CJ watched me for a few more seconds.”…Yes. cum for me now.” She ordered.
There was no hesitation.
My legs jerked, nearly ripping my dress as I came, letting out a long, satisfied moan. My eyes were closed when my pussy began to contract in rhythmic waves.
Thank god CJ’s office was the only one on this side of the hall because I cried out loudly. I was breathless afterwards, all sexual tension released from my 19 year old body.
“…Thank you CJ.”
She slipped her hand out. “You got my fingers all messy. Why don’t you be a good girl and clean them?”
Her hand was slicked with my wetness, and I took my time sucking my juices off of each well-manicured finger.

Before she could say anything, I leaned forward and kissed her, tongue dancing with her own. She didnt resist at first but she soon snapped back into her dominant state.
“We’re not finished.”
Taking her time, she walked behind her desk and sat in her chair. It squeaked as she pivoted around to face me. “You’re going to make me cum, and I want you to make me cum hard.” She told me.
“Yes ma’am.” She didn’t need to ask twice.
I went to her and kneeled before her. CJ had pulled up her dress, legs drawn over the arms of the chair. And it dawned on me, that that whole time she wasn’t wearing any panties. Fuck, she just got sexier every day.
As I traced my finger tips over the smooth skin of her legs, I could see very faintly through the fabric of her dress that her nipples had grown hard. She was definitely aroused.
Instead of immediately diving in I took my time, tongue skimming over her bare cunt. I was hardly touching her, teasing in return. I continued this until her soft moans grew more and more frequent.

I ran my tongue over her clit before it snaked its way in and out of her wet hole. She was slippery enough that my fingers easily found their place inside of her. I rapidly thrust them in and out of her, in unison with my wildly operating tongue.
“Uh, uh, uhhhhh…. ohhhhhhhh yes.” She moaned quietly.
CJ made an ‘Mmmm’ sound when I felt her hands brushing over my head, moving my hair out of my face. I looked up at her, her lips parted slightly, eyes shut as she grew closer to climax. She had a hand in the top of her dress as she fondled her breasts, pinching and tweaking her hard nipples.
The other was used to pull my face deeper into her cunt. I didn’t stop, I just flicked my tongue even quicker.
Her stomach muscles rolled over once as that pre-orgasm shock began to crash down on her.
CJ was panting in between moans before the intensity that had been building up finally erupted. She groaned, holding my head in a certain spot.
Her own head fell back, unable to concentrate on anything.
When it started to pass, she took a deep breath. “Just touch it like that, nice and slow…. oh! Yes, mmmm.” She moaned. I was sitting there, rubbing her pussy ever so gently as she consistently ran her fingers through my hair.
CJ lowered her legs and pushed her dress down when there was a knock on the door. I immediately ducked and she stammered, startled from the suddenness.
“C- uh…. come in.”
It was the president.
“Mr. President!”
He said that he had been looking for her because he hadn’t seen her at all that night and that they needed her back at the Gala.
“What, are you hiding from us?” He joked.
“No sir, I just… came to …”
He waved it away. “Just meet us down there.”
She agreed and when he left, I popped back up. “That was close!” I said.
CJ exhaled in relief. As I rose and faced her, she rested a hand on my neck and pulled me in for a long kiss. She was back to her less-dominant self.
“I think you learned your lesson for now… But that’s one strike. Three strikes and your out.”
I couldnt help but wonder what fun the third strike would bring…

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Monica visits her sister and expands the creature’s harem

Bedroom Pet (Part 2)
Written by Cerberus
Edited by Droid447 and Silverman.

Chapter 1

Monica sat in her office staring at her computer. Any one looking at her would think she was hard at work….but that was the furthest thing from the truth. She was thinking about her owner back at her house. How much she loved it, how much she wanted to be with it. For the last month, her, Sandra and Jenny had been spending almost every night with the bug, their Master. Getting to know him better, letting him get to know them. She hated being away from him, sitting in her office doing a job she used to love but now hated because it kept her away from home. But right now, her Master needed her here, to keep up appearances until she could leave to do her owner’s bidding in more concrete ways.

The only consolation was that now those beautiful green and purple colors it had first used to lure and entrance her were always running in her mind, behind her eyes. It was so beautiful the way He had made sure she could always feel his presence even when they were apart. Right now she sat still, pretending to work while the hypnotic swirl captivated here completely, making her pussy run hot and her brain tingle with vibration. It was so nice to be owned. She found it was not a bad thing at all. In fact, it actually felt very liberating. She found it allowed her to think and feel all kinds of new, delicious things. To be a pretty puppet on a pretty string filled with it’s thoughts and desires and those lovely relaxing colors. Monica couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She understood it was just a fun, harmless situation that pleased both of them. Her pussy spasmed at the thought and she could feel her legs moisten. Again.

Suddenly the swirl became stronger in color and motion. She knew from experience that it had new commands for her tonight. The bug wanted to give her instruction. A shiver ran through her spine down to her pussy and up to her brain simultaneously. She smiled softly as she came to orgasm. A moan escaped her wet lips.

Near the end of work, Bob Talbot made his way over to her. Bob had been hitting on the gorgeous brunette for weeks, ever since he had gotten a job at Monica’s company. The fact that she had a long time boyfriend never seemed to faze his aggressive but polite pursuit. “Hey pretty girl,” he started in his smooth, unctuous voice, “it’s Friday night. What say you and me hit the clubs tonight and work some stress off on the dance floor? You won’t regret it.”

She smiled at him, flattered by his never-ending determination for a date. “Bob,” she said, “You know I am dating Tom. I’m sorry but I just don’t cheat on guys I date. I never have and I never will. You’re a great guy but it just can’t happen.”

Bob shook his head wistfully, “Well Tom is one lucky guy. If I had you I would hold on tight. If I ever get lucky and you leave him, I would love to go out with you.”

Monica laughed, “If me and Tom ever do break up, you will be the first to know.”

Driving home, Monica thought of Bob. He was a good guy to work with and a nice man. If she weren’t dating Tom she most certainly would go out with him to see what he was about. Her thoughts drifted to Tom. They had dated since she was a sophomore in college. They had hit it off in a huge way. He was handsome, funny, smart and the connection with him was unlike any other she had ever experienced with a man. It was true love. He felt the same way. She knew that marriage was in the cards for them. She smiled as she imagined her life with him. At 22 their whole lives were ahead of them. She had been ignoring Tom lately. She wasn’t sure why. Just busy with work, spending time with her pet and all she supposed. She planned to make it up to him.

Monica entered her house and poured a glass of water. She was still thinking of Tom. Suddenly she felt a buzz in her brain. She blinked several times, holding the glass of water stock still, just before she was going to put it to her lips. She could begin to see purple and green lights swirl in her mind. Her skin started to tingle. She dropped her glass to the floor where it shattered. She didn’t even notice. Her arms dropped to her sides as her eyes widened and dilated. She gasped softly, smiled, turned and sashayed sexily slowly to her bedroom. He was ready for her and she was more than ready for him.

Her ‘bug’ was sitting on her bed. It had grown bigger since feeding on her, Jessica and Sandra’s bodies for the last month. Monica quickly removed her clothes. Lately she found she enjoyed strutting her stuff around her house naked, especially when she was with the pet. She approached it and her legs began to shake. The bug was on her bed, waiting as always. It looked so commanding. It was all she could do to get to the bed before dropping on her knees. She remembered now that at work the bug had signaled its desire to ‘talk’. Sometimes she felt as if she were two separate people; the old Monica and some new emerging one. She knew this new Monica was very suggestible, easily manipulated, and very different than her old self. But weeks ago she had slowly begun to understand that she kind of enjoyed giving up some of her autonomy, her will to the pet. It was kind of nice to let it solve some of her problems. Give her some fresh ideas she never would have had on her own. It was kind of a tradeoff. Life was so much simpler and easier if she just thought less and listened more. Lately, she loved being this Monica. She stayed on her knees, hands caressing her swollen nipples, her back arched. She stared at the pretty pet as it glowed so perfectly. She just couldn’t get enough of it. Her pussy started dripping on the carpet. Soon a wet stain was there. Her heart beat like an out of control drum with lust, her breathing was husky and hard, her firm chest heaving. Sweat started to trickle from her naked body, down her neck and chest, her flat stomach, her sculpted back and smooth thighs. She stayed that way for a long time as the bug asked her questions and started giving her nice, new ideas.

On Monday, Monica had dressed particularly sexy for work. She had on a very tight, short miniskirt and sleeveless blouse that clung snugly and accentuated her abundant curves. She didn’t know why she decided to dress that way, but it felt great and she knew she looked delicious. All day she flaunted her body in front of Bob and flirted with him. She felt so alive and fresh and available. At lunchtime she sat at Bob’s desk as he ate his sandwich. “Hi Bob,” she said flashing him her hundred watt smile as she pulled up a chair.

“Hey gorgeous” he responded between a bite of his food and a wink. She was going to ask him how his day was going but suddenly she felt new, fun thoughts enter her mind mixed with pretty colors. “What are you doing tonight?” she cooed. She put her hand on his arm. Bob swallowed hard.

“Um, do you have something in mind?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, why don’t you come over to my place and we can go over some of the advertising ideas for the Becker commercial. I seem to have a brain lock going on. Maybe you can help…. unlock me.” She licked her lips and gave him a cute, adorable, pleading pout.

“Won’t Tom mind?” he asked, shocked by the invitation.

“Naw, its just work. Besides, if he doesn’t know about it, what will he mind?” she replied in a sultry voice. Her hand ran up and down his arm slowly.

Monica sat in a chair in her bedroom naked. Her bug was on the bed, glowing more fiercely than ever. She had masturbated for the last two hours staring at the precious thing. Her room smelled like pussy overload. Her head was tilted back and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were glued to the pretty dancing colors as she approached climax. One hand was mauling her breasts and the other was jammed as far up her pussy as she could get. Suddenly, her eyes rolled up in her head and her breath gasped out. All she could see were purple and green lights shooting behind her eyes and in her mind, she could feel purple and green flow down from her brain to her tits and cunt. Her toes curled up and her legs started to jump and twitch. Her pussy gushed like never before. It was the most telling orgasm of her life. She moaned and fell off the chair, her body kept twitching and shaking, as she lay helpless on the floor, still staring up at her pet. She wished she could just drown in the colors. She wished it would eat her mind and body all up. Now that would make her so sexy. A sexy, fucking bitch. And more than anything lately, she dreamed of being a sexy, fucking, used bitch; just some very needy, warm, fleshy object. It was such a turn on.

After a long relaxing shower, Monica got dressed for Bob. She had on very short jean shorts and cut off tee shirt that exposed her perfect, tanned midriff and exposed plenty of her firm, round cleavage. She just stood in front of her large bedroom mirror, staring at herself with colors swirling in her mind. She looked so hot, so sexy. Bob would really love how she looked. Who the fuck wouldn’t? The thought made her hot. She could feel her nipples tingle and swell. She could feel her pussy start to warm. She looked at her reflection and grinned, a detached, lazy, dreamy smile. “You are one hot piece of ass,” she murmured to herself, one hand running over her flat tummy, the other kneading her left breast. No wonder every guy and so many girls wanted to do her, she thought. She laughed into the mirror. It was a hollow, empty laugh.

Bob and Monica had been sitting in her kitchen talking for half an hour. Bob was being a gentleman but Monica could see his eyes follow her bodies every move the whole time. He wanted her so bad, and why not? She knew she was hot stuff. She was the shit. She was made for sex. To be used. And men could tell it too. She got up to get him another glass of wine. She went behind him to the fridge. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. She reached not for the wine but to something long wrapped in silver foil that she had placed in the refrigerator earlier. It was heavy. Her eyelids closed half-mast and soft, pleasant smile came to her full lips. She picked up the object, turned around and swung it hard at the back of Bob’s head. He moaned briefly and fell over onto the floor. Monica stared down at him. Suddenly she dropped the heavy wrench that was hidden in the wrapping and fell to her knees. Her eyes widened at what she had done. She reached out and cradled Bob’s head in her hands. She couldn’t believe what she had done! “Oh my god! Bob, Bob, are you ok?” she said to him as she stroked his cheek. He was out cold. She gently turned his head over. There was a bloody gash on his crown.

Monica started to scream. “What the hell is wrong with me!!?” she cried. “I need to get help. Something is so wrong with me!” She got up and ran to her purse and cell phone to call 911. Just as she flipped it open, she heard a noise. She looked up and saw her pet coming into the kitchen, its legs scrabbling on the floor. The hand with the cell phone dropped to her side. What was she just about to do? She tried to think. Suddenly she felt calm, good even. She began to see the pretty colors in her head and soon the bug was glowing too. She felt her pussy start to heat up like an oven and her mind begin to pulse with a wicked joy. She looked down at Bob again and smiled. She had done well. She grinned at his prostrate figure then looked at the bug. Then from the bug to Bob, then back again. She laughed. She loved how she was being used. She loved how she was going to help her pet use Bob. It made her so wet and horny all over.

Monica sat in her chair and watched the bug. She had put Bob’s unconscious body on the bed. The bug was on his head, glowing like mad. Monica was jilling her pussy non-stop. It was so hot and sexy to watch her master have complete use of Bob. She moaned again and again as one climax after another rocked her naked body and open mind. Her pet had told her what was going to happen. It had fed now for weeks on her and Sandra’s and Jenny’s pussies. That had made it physically bigger and stronger. But now it needed more, a different sustenance for its mental side. It needed to get stronger mentally, to increase its power, it’s control on her and others. Control. The thought of control made Monica groan. The thought of being controlled was so pleasant, so sexy. The desire to be totally controlled, both mind and body thrummed through her brain like some irresistible, guiding current. She was controlled. Every inch of her sexy hot body had to eventually come under her pet’s control. She wanted to have no say in anything she thought or did. Her ass, her boobs, her legs, her pussy, it should all just be an extension of him. She moaned again at the thought.

And that’s how it should be, she realized. A new, very fun idea grew in her mind like a pretty, flowering plant; just the latest in long stream of fresh, interesting very appealing thoughts she had been having recently: She was born to be a shell. An empty, pliable shell to be used, fed on and eventually discarded like so much trash. Her pussy jolted with a huge orgasm at this new, erotic vision of her life. Her life before finding the bug had been so boring with thoughts of independence and jobs and dating and family…and Tom. What had been wrong with her back then? Why had she been so attracted to such ridiculous, boring notions?

Monica blinked. Tom. She loved him…didn’t she? Didn’t she want to marry him, have a family, experience life together, grow together, and grow old together? Suddenly she felt scared. Didn’t she have plans? Wasn’t it good to have plans? Isn’t that why she got a college degree? To be able to enjoy the best life had to offer? Did she really want to be a shell? A piece of meat that did only what its master wanted, only think what it was told to think? Monica tried to shake the lights from her head. An empty shell…a piece of meat to be used…Mmmmm. Yah. A beautiful, sexy, empty piece of meat to be used….So hot and horny. So docile and willing. Monica closed her eyes as the colors came back. She moaned and smiled. She was so lucky to be a hot piece of flesh that lived to be used. It had always been her dream. The bug had made her understand the lies she had lived before. The bug had made her realize her real purpose, the real reason she was alive for. It was so nice not to think, to have no desires except those imprinted on her brain from her pet. Her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Monica watched the bug vacantly while it did its thing. She understood now. It needed stronger food for its mental half. Bob would supply that. She sat on one side of the bed, mesmerized by the colors as it did what it needed to do. Like some kind of virulent, totalitarian regime, the bug had to keep getting stronger, to keep expanding in order to survive, to carry out its purpose…to live. Once it had taken over everything, everyone, then it could relax as master of this planet. This planet was perfect for its kind and human girls were perfect vessels to carry out it’s commands, it’s desires. And humans were also a perfect food source for the pets to grow and thrive and take control. She was a perfect food source.

The bug used one hard leg like a saw and cut along the back of Bob’s head. It pulled a flap of his skull back and soon attached itself to exposed brain. Monica smiled at Bob as it happened. Her pet was using Bob to get stronger, just as it used her. And that was always a good thing.

Suddenly Bob sat up, his eyes opening wide. The purple/green colors appeared in his eyes, calling to her. Monica knew what it wanted. She leaned over and took it’s head in her hands and kissed it. Their tongues intertwined ferociously as Bob’s hands took hold of Monica’s swollen breasts. Soon she was straddling him, his cock had risen, rock hard. She lowered herself on him. Man, this is what I always wanted, she thought as she settled her burning, hot pussy over his cock. I should have done this so long ago. Me and Bob just fucking hard all night.

Soon her pet….Bob, was reaming her out like she was a rag. His strength was amazing and his cock felt like hot concrete in her soaked pussy. She had never been fucked like this before in her life! Every part of her body was just reamed with pleasure. Her nipples were distended and engorged. Her eyes kept fluttering back in her head. His hands were running roughly all over her needy body.

He was controlling her. Turning her body as he wished. He fucked her hard as she bounced up and down on him. Soon she exploded with a heavy, hazy, perfect orgasm. As soon as it happened, he withdrew his cock and moved her around. Now she was on her hands and knees on the bed. He approached her from behind, his dick, still solid as ever, straining for yet more entrance. He rubbed in on her bare, round hard ass. Then to her ass crack. He grabbed her head by her hair and jerked it back. She looked at Bob, with lust and utter devotion in her eyes. She was drooling. Then he rammed his cock hard up her cunt. The feeling was overwhelming for her. Her pussy grabbed and clinched at his pole like it’s life depended on it staying in her forever. Her body shook with a brand new blast of chills and sensations as he started fucking her brains out doggy style.

The door to her bedroom opened and Jenny and Sandra entered. They were naked. Both girls looked as vacant and happy as Monica felt. They slowly approached the bed and soon turned to each other and began to kiss. Both fell into the double bed. Jenny started to suck Monica’s tits and Sandra started to lick her ass around Toms thrusting cock. Both entranced girls began to rub their clits furiously.

As Monica looked back at her lover, could see her pet had entrenched itself deep in Bob’s skull. It had almost, completely hidden itself there and pulled the exposed flap back in place. She thought it was so cool how the bug completely controlled Bob’s body. It was lodged in his head like it was now his brain. That was a major turn on for her. She kind of wished it would crawl in her head and become her brain. She was nearing orgasm. Her friend’s ministrations and Bob’s cock were bringing her to a huge boil. She was panting and sweating and her tits were heaving like pink, jello boulders. Suddenly she felt something happen to Bob’s cock. It expanded like an air hose. Her brain hummed with new instruction. She knew what to do, like a good puppet. She disengaged her hot pussy and quickly brought the swollen cock up to her face. It had a large swelling in it. Something was inside the cock! Something she knew she wanted desperately. She fondled it with her hand gently, lovingly, her face just inches away from it. She opened her mouth into a perfect O and slid it inside her panting hot mouth. She felt it spring down her throat like it had a mind of its own.

Immediately it began to spasm, shooting tasty junk down her throat. It was like heaven. Her pussy responded to every vibration of the cock and each blast of cum with its own identical cadence of pleasure. Her body exploded with orgasm as she swallowed the never-ending flow of jism. Then, she felt something else come out of the cock. It felt like a small, hard, slimy egg exited the dick and slid down her throat. Monica shivered at the thought that something from her pet had entered her beautiful body. An electric buzz shot from her brain to her breasts, along her nerves and blood vessels. She could feel it hit her stomach, which contracted wildly, then to her thighs and calves. Then it curled back up to her swollen pussy. She screamed in pleasure. The master was giving her a whole new taste of pleasure. The whole room seemed to be bathed in green and purple light. She felt like her pussy and brain were going to split apart and explode. Her mind was buzzing, dizzy and disoriented. She couldn’t catch her breath. Spit and jism were flowing out of her open mouth and then her body shook as though electrocuted. Then she passed out.

Monica woke up. It was several hours later. The pet was screwing Jenny as she stood against the wall, her back arched and her face in total bliss. Sandra stood at attention, watching them with a blank, hungry stare, masturbating like a wild animal in heat. Monica smiled. She never felt so relaxed or calm. She felt like a sexy, used slut who was mindlessly serving her purpose. And she realized she was. She realized how much she loved her life. She realized how much she adored her pet. She knew it really, really loved her deeply. She looked down at her body, so perfect, so tight, and so curvy. She smiled again. She was born to be used up by her pet. It was heaven. She couldn’t wait for more. Her pussy started to twitch again. It seemed like it always twitched now. She looked at Bob. He was lying on the bed. The flap on his head was open. There was no brain inside! Monica couldn’t take her eyes away. She felt a deep, atavistic fear run through her head. She felt sick, on the verge of throwing up. She had to call the police. Something was horribly wrong. What the fuck had she been doing? She looked at her friends. Jenny was getting the shit fucked out of her by the pet and Sandra was jilling herself silly watching them. “What is going on here?!” she screamed. Her friends did not even look at her.

As soon as Monica got up from her bed, the pet disengaged from Jenny and moved quickly to the room’s center. It started to glow. Monica couldn’t help but take one quick look at the light…then another. Soon all three girls faced it, sighing and moaning, their pussies moist; there stares blank, their soft, empty smiles stuck on their faces. Monica looked at the bug for a while and then turned to her close friends, then at Bob. As she looked at him, she began to calm down. Soon she giggled. Bob had been used. Just like her and her friends. Everything was all right. She had been so silly to get scared. The pet was telling her that so she knew it had to be true.

She looked back at the pet. It’s light was stronger than ever. She knew why. It had gotten the food it needed; its mental capacity for control growing ever stronger, ever nicer for her and the others. A nice, soft, warm, naughty thought bloomed in her head. “We have to bury this body in back. I have lots of room down by the creek. If someone finds him, everything will be ruined for us,” she said to the other girls. Her two gorgeous, naked friends looked at her, still smiling. “Ok, Monica,” said Jenny. Sandra licked her lips. “Was he good in bed?” she asked as her lips twitched. “Oh my god, yes,” replied Monica. “Best fuck I ever had. The Master made him sooo good. I wish he could have just eaten me up.” The girls all laughed.

Chapter 2

Four weeks after Bob’s visit Monica was getting ready for her big night. Today was her 23rd birthday. She also had a sneaky suspicion that Tom would pop the question tonight. It would be her present. The best possible present he could give her. She was so excited. She loved him so much and couldn’t wait to begin their married life together. She stood staring at herself in the mirror. She had on a lovely strapless dress. Not to gaudy but tasteful. The straps and low cut showed off the top of her smooth back and pert, full breasts. It was a perfect dress for a perfect night. She started to think about her future life as Tom’s wife. All their plans would begin tonight. All the great things they had talked about and shared for years. It was like a fairy tale. It was all going to start for both of them tonight! Her pet sat on the bed behind her…and slowly started glowing. She could see the pretty, hypnotic colors in the mirror. She could feel her mind opening up, just as she liked it to. Her pussy rocked and her nipples expanded with blood. She began to receive the thoughts she so deeply craved lately. She just couldn’t seem to get enough great new things to think from the pet. She wanted more and more instruction about how she should live her life. She now so embraced the feeling of having her thoughts and desires fed to her from the pet. She realized she did not want to have a single thought of her own anymore. She was just a pretty little toy to be filled with better, stronger thoughts of her pet. She reached out and clasped her engorged tit and grinned. “You’re such a docile, easy slut,” she said to her reflection. She kept thinking of more, pretty thoughts as her brain continued to marinate with pleasure.

The evening had gone just as Tom planned. He had taken Monica out to dinner at a very ritzy restaurant. Then they had gone to the cultural district to see a play Monica had wanted to watch for quite a while. She loved it. He kept watching her pretty heart shaped face all through the performance. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes, her pouty, pretty, full lips, her smooth cheeks and upturned nose. Her perfect little chin. Her long, curvy neck. She had to be the most perfect girl in the world. And her personality was just as great as her appearance. Never stuck up, never mean, always kind and considerate with others, and so smart and funny. He knew he was the luckiest man alive.

And after, things went even better. He had driven up The Hill, a romantic spot overlooking the city. He had pulled out a box and gave it to her: her birthday present. She beamed at him and opened it up with the smile and enthusiasm of a high school girl. She looked just adorable: so young, so alive, so pretty, so in love. Soon she got the box open and saw what was inside: a huge expensive engagement ring. She looked up at him in a way she never had before; nothing but complete and utter adoration in her eyes. Before he could even ask her the question she was smothering him in kisses as she kept saying “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Monica was floating on cloud nine. She felt like a teenage girl who’s Prince Charming had arrived!

The perfect night adjourned to Monica’s house. She quickly sat Tom down in the living room and retreated to her bedroom. Discarding her dress, she quickly donned a tight, sexy bustier that showed off and inflated her gorgeous breast. She also had on a tiny micro skirt that barely covered her panty-less bottom. She felt like this was going to be the best night of her young life, except of course for her wedding night. She was beside herself with excitement and anticipation. After she changed she stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself with a critical eye. She stared at herself, admiring what she saw. She was hot. She was so very hot. Another pleasant new thought seeped into her fuzzy mind. A wicked smile creased her full lips. Her eyelids dipped. She thought about how her pet used her to use Bob for food, to make it stronger. So it could tighten its control on her even more. That had been so erotic. Seeing the pet suck the brains right out of his head. Her cunt started to hum. Her hand involuntarily rubbed it slowly as she watched herself in the mirror. “You are such a bad, naughty little slut,” she murmured. For a moment, the thought surprised her. She was not bad, naughty or a slut. She was nothing like that at all. But then the idea came again, stronger, more insistent, riding like an intoxicating, irresistible drug and she knew it was true. She was a bad, naughty slut; really capable of anything. She wanted her pet to tell her what to do, what to think. Nothing was sexier to Monica than to think of herself as an empty, beautiful piece of flesh that needed to have thoughts pumped into her; just as the pet often pumped its strong hard limb into her waiting, begging cunt and ass. Just as Bob had pumped his cock in her pussy and filled her mouth with cum. She moaned. She licked her lips. She just wanted her body filled with sex and her mind with pretty colors.

She thought about Bob again…then Tom. Tom would never know what she had done. He didn’t need to know. It was her body that had enjoyed Bob’s cock…her mind that had had been controlled. It wasn’t any of Tom’s business and he could fuck off if he thought it was.

She took her hand out of her pussy, blew the mirror a lusty kiss and walked seductively, crossing one leg over the other, making her ass sway, to the living room where her fianc?aited. She knew she was hot, sexy and full of great ideas that the pet would use to control her dull mind and horny body all night long. Monica glanced at the mirror one last time as she moved. She looked as soft, obedient and controlled as she felt. The image gave her pleasant goose bumps. She was more than ready to be with Tom. She couldn’t wait.

Tom and Monica had engaged in a bacchanalia of lovemaking. As always, he was an expert, gentle, patient love maker, hitting all her spots on queue and bringing her off over and over. She nestled in his arms, glowing with enjoyment. Suddenly she had an idea. An idea for a surprise that she had almost forgotten. She turned to Tom, kissed him and smiled. He smiled back.

Tom was tied up to the bed; his hands to the post and feet together. He had been shocked when Monica had suggested it. She had never before expressed an interest in bondage. But she looked so very sexy, so alluring, he realized immediately that this would be a fun new turn in their relationship. Monica leaned over him and kissed his stomach, then his face. “Baby, you made me the happiest girl alive tonight. Made my dreams come true. And now I am going to return the favor,” she husked. She stood up and bent down under the bed. Tom was smiling, wondering what surprise waited. When she came back up she had a huge, odd-looking thing cradled in her arms. It looked like some kind of overgrown bug with three legs. Tom’s mouth dropped. Monica had a lazy smile on her face and her eyes were half lidded. She looked like she was mired in an ecstatic, waking dream.

“What the hell is that?” said Tom in shock. Monica smiled at him then looked down at the pet with tender desire. She stroked it gently and it started to glow. He noticed that she shuttered slightly and her eyes closed for a moment.

“It’s my bug,” she replied dreamily. “I found it a couple months ago by the creek. Isn’t it just the very best?”

“Jesus Christ Monica, that thing is big. It might be dangerous!”

She smiled at Tom. “Oh no Tom, it’s not dangerous at all. Just the opposite. All it does is make my body feel ever so fine. It does all kinda cool shit to my pussy, my ass, my boobs. Gets my shit the fuck off. It makes me think things too. More and more it thinks for me. It tells me what I need to know and do to help it control me even more. I love that feeling when it fucks with my brain…how it is making my mind disappear…oh man, you have no idea how nice it feels, baby.”

“Monica, put that thing down and untie me right now, please!” Tom was sweating bullets. He felt fear like he never had before.

Monica wet her lips with her tongue and ran her hand down her side. “I can’t do that baby,” she purred. “Not unless it tells me to. And it won’t do that.”

Tom pleaded with her, “Please, Monica. Put that thing down! I don’t know what this thing is doing to you, but I love you. You can stop this. It’s me, Tom, we’re going to get married. Please fight this. Help me! We can do it together! I love you!”

Monica hesitated. She slowly bent over and put the pet on the ground like Tom had asked. When she stood up, her face was braced with emotion, fear. Tears sprung to her eyes. “I…love you…I love you, too.” She ran to him and hugged him hard, sobbing uncontrollably. “Tom, I need help! Something is wrong with me. That…that thing..it wants to control me! Do things to me! Make me do horrible things!”

Monica ran over to him, hugging him hard.

Tom kissed her face, “Its ok baby. That won’t happen. I won’t let it. We won’t let it. Just untie me. I will stop that fucker. I will deal with it for both of us. I will protect you. I’ll kill that god damn thing!”

Monica kissed him again holding him tight, crying heavily. “Oh god, I love you so much!”

She reached out and grabbed the knot holding Tom’s left hand to the post and started to untie it. The bug leapt on the bed and started to glow, its colors so much stronger now since the night with Bob. Monica could sense a tingle in her head; that old, familiar, warm, siren call to the basest, primitive parts of her brain. The parts of her brain that now loved and craved the pet’s voice. She could feel the first soft, sweet strokes of her pet’s desires tickling the animal side of her mind that the bug had dug into over the weeks and had expanded in her ever so craftily. She stopped untying the knot and glanced back at the bug. She blinked and shook her head. She had to think this out. She had to figure out how to help Tom and herself get out of this nightmare…get away from that thing. Her clit tingled at the same time her nipples did. She bit her lip softly. She stepped back and looked at the pet closer. She had to think about this hard and carefully. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake that would jeopardize her or the man she loved and wanted.

Tom shook his head, “No Monica! Don’t look at it, just untie me! Can’t you see it’s scared? We can kill it!”

Suddenly Monica thought of Bob again. As she did, her mind felt like it was a ripe fruit being peeled and opened by loving, caring, knowing, warm hands. How cool it had felt to let the pet use him for food; just like it used her pussy for a different type of food. How hot and sexy she felt when Bob/pet had fucked her brains out. How much she enjoyed having it shoot cum and that seed in her mouth. She remembered that incredible orgasm it had given her. The best she had ever had. Stronger and better than anything someone Tom could ever give. And a mindless slut like her needed that. She needed it hard like that. And often. She needed it rough and uncaring, not love and foreplay that a wimp like Tom would do. To get it rough like she deserved and longed for, to feel used and cheap and beat. She shook her head. Why did she think that? It just was not true. But once again the thought came to her, more insistent than ever, more appealing and seductive. Suddenly she knew what she had to do. The right answer came to her out of the blue. She was so grateful she had taken a minute to think this through. That she hadn’t rushed to any stupid decision. She fully understood how to best help herself out of this mess and help her fianc?oo. She had to act fast to help the both of them. She smiled at the pet and reached out and stroked one of its limbs. She had a small orgasm just from the touch.

She turned to Tom. “Baby, I know you are scared. I was maybe a little at first too. But this thing, it makes me feel so fucking good. Makes me feel like the no good, obedient stupid slut I am.”

No, Monica, your not!” Screamed Tom. “It’s making you think that shit. You are the smartest, nicest person I have ever met! We can make this stop!”

Monica slowly took off her bustier. Her round, firm boobs jiggled then stood out at attention. She grabbed both tits in her hands and ran her tongue over her plump red lips. She giggled, and then smiled. “But I don’t want it to stop baby. I love it. I want it to get stronger! I want this feeling to get better. I want to think only what it tells me. I want to feel only what it lets me.”

Tom shook his head in disbelief. “No, no” he muttered. “You have to think, Monica! It’s what makes us human, what we are! That’s how you can beat it! You can do it honey, I know you can.”

Monica sashayed sexily around the room in a slow, blissful haze, running her hands over her hips, her sides as she walked. Funny how her brain felt like that all the time now; all stuffed with pretty cotton. She had thought about seeing a doctor for a while but then she realized that she just enjoyed that fuzzy, warm feeling too much. Anything that felt that nice had to be good for her. She listened to what Tom said, but it didn’t sound like the truth. It sounded like he was trying to trick her. To make her give up something she enjoyed so much. Why would he do that to her? A new thought came to her: He wouldn’t if he really, truly loved me.

She looked at Tom and knew everything would be ok. “Oh sweetheart, why should I think when I have found something so much smarter and better than me to do that for me? It has the right to think for me.” She ran her hands over her body slowly. “It is so smart, so caring, so superior to me. And all I am is a very hot, sexy body with no thoughts of my own. My Master is teaching me what I really was made for…and that’s way more than anything you ever did for me” she said snidely. “You don’t know how easy and fun life is when all you need to do is what it makes you want to do.”

Monica bent over and licked the pet with slow lascivious strokes of her tongue. “Yes baby,” she cooed softly, “it has put me in heaven. I know exactly what my life should be now. I just want to belong to Him. I really do need that now, you know. I need Him way more than I ever needed you.”

She picked it up and put the bug on Tom’s chest. The glow flowed into his eyes and soon he became docile. Soon it crawled behind Tom’s still head. Monica knew what was coming. Just the thought sent warm chills down her spine. She leaned over and kissed Tom on the lips. “Don’t worry baby,’ she whispered in her most sultry, seductive voice. “You will love this. We will fuck each other’s brains out like we never have before. We’re going to get off like you won’t believe. It’s like we will both sacrifice our bodies in worship of it. Just like me and Bob did last week.”

Tom stared at her in disbelief. “Bob?” he asked numbly.

“Yes,” she laughed haughtily. “Bob from work. What a great fuck he was. Made me cum like crazy all night. He knew just how to play with my body,” she continued, running over her sides and stomach, then her ass with her hands.

By now Tom had given up. Monica’s sexy taunting and revelation of her affair, his hopeless situation and pet’s glow had reduced him to a state of immobile pacification. Only his open eyes and the agonized look on his face signaled that he was awake and still thinking.

Monica watched the pet slowly slice into the back of Tom’s skull. As she sat and watched, tears ran down her face. But a pretty, joyful smile was on her lips and she kept rubbing her wet pussy, cumming again and again while she watched the pet begin to work on the man she had loved so much.

Soon the creature had burrowed into the back of Tom’s head. His eyes flew open and he sat up. “Untie me,” he commanded. Monica, her hands and arms shaking did as she was told.

As soon as he was free, Tom roughly threw Monica on the bed. He quickly began to tie her up, just as she had been. When he was finished, he stared down at her coldly. “You want fucked, don’t you bitch?” he sneered.

“Oh god yesss….” She moaned. “I need it so bad..”

“You love being tied up and helpless, controlled, don’t you slut? Love how it feels?”

Monica’s shaking body twitched in a small orgasm just hearing his words.

“Mmmm….fuck yah I…d…d..do…”

“Tell me how you love being helpless and controlled!” Tom directed.

Monica’s head was rolling side to side in ecstasy, her eyes fluttering.

“I..I…l…lo..love it so..f…fu..fuckin..m..mu…much! I need t…to..to..fee…feel like this.”

“How?” he demanded, pressing the issue.

“H..h..helpless…t..to..tot..totally….c..con…cont..controlled..”

Tom’s blank face smiled cruelly. “I know you do, bitch.” And then he pounced.

Tom’s cock was in her face before she knew it. She opened her full, wet lips greedily, desperate to have Master’s/Tom’s cock deep in her mouth. He began to face fuck her with a fury. His cock slapping and jamming into her lips as she tried to lick and suck him off through his frenzy. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching and shaking with his every thrust. It was heaven. Soon he exploded with a massive orgasm. His jism flooded her mouth and throat as the gorgeous young girl swallowed like mad trying to ingest every drop of her man’s cum. After a moment, he pulled back and blasted her sweaty face and heaving tits with warm, white jism. She purred and groaned as her pussy baked and shook with her own intense orgasm. After he was done, he left his cock dangling by her panting, moist mouth. She watched in blessed out haze as once again, the swelling she had seen in Bob’s dick started in Toms. A swelling that moved slowly up his shaft to its head.

Tom grabbed the cock with one hand and held it right up to her lips.

“The egg is coming out. Take it in your mouth, whore,” he said.

Monica struggled to open her quivering lips into a wide O to receive her Master’s gift. They were shaking so bad it was hard for her to control them. Finally she did.

Tom laid the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. Soon the little white egg came forth. It hung on her pink, wet lip for a brief moment, and then it slipped into her waiting mouth. She moaned as she felt it arrive. Greedily she swallowed over and over again, as if a baby on its mother’s tit. As it slide down her eager throat, into her body, her head lolled back and her eyes closed in another orgasmic pleasure.

Tom repositioned himself on top of her tied up, prostrate form. She was so slick with sweat and desire his hands and body slipped on hers as he moved.

“Now I am going to fuck you like you need, you pretty little cunt,” he rasped.

“Oh yes, do me like that,” Monica begged. His throbbing cock was jumping up and down. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Tom took his cock and rubbed it around her puffed up pussy. It sent thrills of pleasure up and down her whole body. She wanted to do this forever.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked.

“Oh god yesss…so fu…fucking..re..ready.” she replied, staring up into his face with total rapture. “Put it in…please..put it in so deep…”

He rammed his member deep inside her wet pussy. Her body arched in response.

“Fuck yah…t..te..tear…my..s..sh..shit…t…th…the… fuck…up,” she mewled, almost incoherently. “Give it to me…please!”

Tom started to hammer the tied up girl relentlessly. He was so rough, so hard, and so good. She had never imagined her body could feel this good. Her hair flew back and forth with each thrust, spraying sweat on both of them. He groped, licked and kissed her inflamed nipples and boobs as he drilled into her. Then he moved his head up and began to kiss her face and lips. She responded wildly, her lips and tongue reaching out all over his face and mouth, needing his touch so very bad. Her moans kept getting longer and louder, more wanton and animalistic with every kiss of their mouths, every thrust into her wet pussy.

“You love me, don’t you slut?” Tom asked between thrusts.

“Ohhhh yeah, Tom, I love you more than anything, ever!” she gasped back. “I only need you, nothing else.” She purred loudly. “You feel sooo good baby,” she moaned, “I feel so good. Oh baby, just give me every inch!”

Finally, she could feel his dick pulse and throb harder than before. It was almost time. She braced herself for what was about to happen. When he came, it was almost too much for her. Every muscle in her body strained in abject pleasure. Her muscles strained in stark relief against her skin. Her toes curled up. Her calves, stomach, pussy, back and arms cramped up in pain and pleasure. For a brief moment, she actually thought she would break the ropes that bound her. But that could never happen. She would always be bound, for the rest of her life. That was why it was all so good. She came for what seemed like hours, just lost in a haze of perfect, mindless pleasure that her hot young, needy body was in perfect tune with. She wished it would never stop…ever.

Tom and Monica had the night of their lives. It was everything Monica had imagined for the night Tom would propose to her and more. He fucked her like he never had before, and it was even nicer because the pet was attached to his head. She never felt so sexy and so complete. It was paradise. When it was all over she curled up with Tom, kissed him on the lips and lay in his perfect, loving arms, her head on his chest.

When she woke up, Tom was laying there, the pet was gone and so was his brain. He was just an empty shell now. Just like I want to be, thought Monica and she felt her heart beat start to flutter with excitement. She looked around and her best friends Sandra and Jenny were standing in front of the mirror, fingering themselves and kissing as they stared at their wet, beautiful reflections. The pet was probably under the bed digesting its nourishment. Monica could feel thoughts inside her head, that familiar, sexy tingle of being told what to do. She looked at her naked friends. “Take this body out by Bob’s and bury it,” she said peremptorily, coldly. She took one last look at her fianc?He had been so lucky to serve the pet like he had. He had been so lucky to fuck her hot, wet, slutty body, too. She knew he had appreciated it. She knew because the pet told her he did.

As the girls started to drag Tom off the bed, she retired to the bathroom to wash the night’s sex from her body. She could never remember feeling so good, so complete, and so fucking alive.

After Tom’s burial, Monica and the two girls sat in the living room. Monica made them bacon and eggs. They laughed and talked about their jobs, their lives and boys. Monica served herself last and sat down. She gave them a wicked smile. “So how is it going with your boyfriends’?”

Sandra laughed, “Me and John are going at it hot and heavy. He’s just a little pissed that I am not spending as much time with him…but I really need to come here..you know..,” she trailed off softly as she blinked her soft, glassy eyes. Jennifer nodded in agreement. “Same with me and Eric…”

Monica smiled at her and giggled. “Oh yeah, I know alright.” All three girls got a vacant look on their faces and quivered. Small moans escaped from their lips all at once. Monica thought their simultaneous reaction was just so sexy and hot. It showed her what control the pet was achieving over both of her friends…and more importantly, her. Feeding on Bob’s brain had made it’s mental energy so much stronger. She reached down to her twat, which was already soaking wet. She pulled her wet hand up. “Mmmmmm… smell it,” she said as she stuck her hand in Jenny’s cute face. Jenny shook and leaned forward and inhaled deeply. She moaned quietly, and took Monica’s fingers in her mouth. Jenny licked and licked while Sandra started to massage her tits through her tee shirt. “God I love how it makes me feel…this is so fun.” said Sandra softly to no one in particular. Her eyes had a far away haziness to them; a silly, easy grin split her face.

Monica shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Look, I have to go away for a while. It needs me to make it stronger, to make more of them. I am leaving in two weeks. But before that, I need both of you to start picking up guys at nightclubs and bars and bringing them here. It needs to…..u…us..use..us,” Monica moaned at the word, “to get more brain food.” Monica couldn’t go on for a moment. She was breathing very hard and her nipples were extended and quivering again like they were alive. Her clit felt like it was growing with each breath. Was it actually quivering down there like her nipples or was she imagining it? So weird if it was actually happening. And it felt so nice. She hoped both her lovely friends were feeling the exact same thing. “Once it feeds four more times, then I have to go. You two will just keep going on with your normal lives till I get back. Understood?”

All three were now fingering their pussies like mad. “Yesssssss…” both Sandra and Jenny purred and all three of them came at the same time. The pet stood in the hallway and watched, glowing.

“Make sure you don’t use your boyfriends as the material. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Just go to bars or clubs and pick up random materi…um… guys to use as food. Don’t let anyone see you leave with them. Just dress all sexy, shake your cute asses and act like the little sluts you are. You can do that, right?”

As Monica was saying this, she started to sway her hips slow and sexy, run her hands over his sides, and then slapped her hard, round ass as a final demonstrative punctuation point of how they should act when picking up guys. Then she stood there saucily, with her arms akimbo, giving her friends an irresistibly sexy pout. After a moment of pausing like that, she arched her dark eyebrows and broke into a mischievous grin.

“Yes Monica,” both replied in unison through another orgasm. Soon all three girls were giggling and exploding with laughter over Monica’s play-acting and antics. They all decided to retire to Monica’s bed for a day and night of sex with each other and the pet.

Chapter 3

A couple weeks later and four more bodies in the woods by the creek, Monica was ready to go. But first she needed to get fucked…and instruction. Friday she came home from work and was trembling as she ran to her bedroom. Her shaking hands actually ripped her clothes off before she got there. She didn’t have the patience to undress. She felt like some junkie going to get her fix. But this was so much better. She was an empty slave going to get her brain and pussy filled by her master. She had simmered in a slow burn all day at work. Seeing the addictive colors on the back of her eyes, her pussy dripping all day long, her nipples getting bigger and harder than she ever thought possible. They sent bolts of pleasure right into chest. She had rubbed out seven times in the bathroom that day.

As she reached her bedroom door, a huge glob of drool fell from her mouth and hit her swaying right tit. She looked down on it. The way it dripped down her breast, all wet and shiny and naughty against her hard boob. She reached with her hand and rubbed the spit all over her tit. All of a sudden her right nipple quivered and jumped. A half second later her left one did. Half a second later it felt like her clit did the same! She spread her legs and looked at her pussy. Her clit stood out in red prominence. She looked at it closely. It looked at least twice as big as she had ever seen it. “Ahhhh… man…..fuck…..” she moaned, staring at her pussy. She marveled at how wet, needy and sensitive her pussy was these days. She couldn’t seem to remember it being like that until recently. It was so strange and new; like a cunt on steroids. She thought it was great. That realization just made her wetter. God I’m such a horny, bitch, she thought. It made her giggle lustfully.

Her head lolled back and Monica shut her eyes. She could feel her pussy, hot as a furnace, begging for touch, just as her brain was begging for instruction. The pet’s colors rolled behind her closed eyes. Ahhh..fuckin shit…. She had to get to her pet now!

Monica was in her bedroom. The pet was gripping her thin waist tightly with two appendages. The third was rammed up her tight asshole giving her a hard fuck. She was supporting herself with her arms against the mirror on her wall. The pet was so much bigger now than it had been before…and physically stronger. With every hard thrust the creature slammed Monica’s sweating breasts and face against the mirror. It was working her over with a reckless, brutal abandon it had never shown before. The mirror was soaked with perspiration. Every time the pet pulled its limb back Monica pushed her arms out again and retracted from the mirror. Her sexy arm and back muscles, toned from great genes and countless hours in the gym, flexed in stark relief with the effort. Her head lolled back and forth, her pretty neck muscles shown off by her movements. Monica would use this brief respite to look hard at her reflection. She looked so wasted and so used. Her eyes looked glazed and far away. Her mouth kept twitching involuntarily. She loved her look and it turned her on even more.

Monica thought about how much she loved what she was becoming. How great the change was in her. How much she wanted to change more and faster; to have the pet empty her out and mold and craft her into the wild, wanton sexy slave it wanted her to be.

Her head and boobs slammed into the mirror again. “Consumed”, she said softly as the pet reamed her out. How hot would it be to have my entire personality and thoughts completely consumed… she wondered idly. She came at the thought. Slam, she hit mirror again. Consumed…and then refilled with colors… bad thoughts…so I could do all kinds of bad, bad things to other people…material… She came again, harder. Or just have my brain eaten up like Tom and Bob…Mmmmm….that would feel sooo cool… She came again. That would feel so cool to have my pet physically inside my skull…..Mmmm..look so cool… Orgasm, slam! Monica took a hard breath in. She was shaking all over. She started to speak to herself as the fucking continued, “Mmmmmm…..feed on your material….feels so…fu…fuc..fuckin g…goo…good….mmmm…fuck me…feed on me…make me s..s.s..so fuckin empty.” Monica’s voice was soft, deep and husky. Anyone who knew the cute, vivacious college grad would not even recognize her voice. She sounded like someone else entirely. Someone not so nice as Monica had always been. Monica’s eyes started to slide up and down and side to side behind her closed lids. All she could see were purple and green colors. Sweat and spit poured down her face, neck, boobs and shaking abs. “Make m…m..me so f.f..fuck..fucking empty……the…then..fill me…up..w..wi..with colors and…f..f..f…fuc..fuckin …ba …b…bad…t..things.”

Monica knew that pet was penetrating her up the ass to deposit another piece- a tendril- in her to go along with the two hard seeds she knew were in her body. This had happened before and she loved the thought of having some of pet inside her so it could use her sexy body some more to enslave other good food material.

Monica knelt by her bed, looking at her Master. Its glow reached right into her empty mind. She was not thinking, not feeling anything except her hot body filled with pure animal, sexual euphoria. The pet’s instructions flowed easier than ever right to her brain, embedding themselves as Monica’s thoughts. It was the last that thing needed to happen before her departure.

Monica walked into the Bigger’s Pawn shop. An old white haired man sat behind the counter. Monica gave him her adorable smile and said hi. She pulled out her engagement ring and asked what she could get for it. She thought about the fuzzy feeling and the colors that seemed to be in her brain as the old man looked at Tom’s ring. She realized she should be scared of that weird feeling…but she wasn’t. Instead, she reveled in it. The thought gave her a jolt in her head. The pleasant buzz got stronger and seemed to spread down her spine to her body. She felt warm, lazy and content. Her eyes got a glassy, opaque look to them. She broke out in a goofy, high grin.

“Hello Miss!” the old man said again. Monica popped out of her reverie. She realized she had been staring off into space, enjoying her thoughts, warm feelings and the sexy colors. She blushed with embarrassment. She smiled at the man.

“This is a really nice ring,” he said, “I can give you ten grand, but to be honest, it is worth more.”

Monica’s eyes lit up! Ten grand would suit her fine. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” she smiled. “I’ll take it,” she replied.

“Where did you get this fine ring, if I may ask?”

Monica blinked slowly as though coming out of a dream she was trying to recall. “…Oh…it was from my fianc?

“Sorry it didn’t work out.”

Monica nodded her head. “Me too. I thought we would spend our lives together. I still love him very much.”

The old man shook his head. “I know it is none of my business, but maybe you are moving too fast. Perhaps you will get back together.”

Monica smiled sadly. “I really wish we could. But I don’t think so. It’s just gone too far for that to happen now. I finally realized he wasn’t the one for me.”

The old man shook his head. “A damn shame. And you are such an attractive young girl. For what it’s worth, you will find another for sure.”

Monica blushed at the compliment. She felt she would find another as well. The pet wanted her to hook up with many more men and girls. She smiled at the thought of her nice, busy future.

The old man walked back to a room down the hall.

Why did I think that? she wondered. She didn’t think of herself as some hot bitch…did she? But I am hot. The idea jumped unbidden to her mind. It made her feel sultry and sexy. I’m a hot and sexy … Monica smiled softly and her hand slowly raised up and caressed her cheek, then down her neck. I’m a hot, sexy bitch who likes to get used. I love to make others get used too… Monica’s hand touched her breasts gently. I love to do bad things…..I love to get eaten up….all eaten up…my body and my mind… The young girl gave out a soft gasp. I love to watch men get their brains eaten up by my little pet…I need to fuck a lot more guys for Master. I want to have my brains eaten up….mmmm….”

“Miss!” the old man hollered. Monica looked at him. He had been talking to her but she had not heard him in her blissful state. He was looking at her funny. She realized she had been spacing out in front of the nice, old man. She felt so stupid. He had the check in his hand. Monica thanked him profusely and walked out of the store ten thousand dollars richer and very embarrassed.

As she drove off, she couldn’t believe she had been getting turned on in the old man’s store with her kinky, strange fantasies. She had to stop doing that. She was becoming some kind of silly airhead. She thought about how selling Tom’s ring made a final cut with him.

In the last few weeks since his “disappearance”, she realized she didn’t miss him at all. She still had her awesome pet to keep her company with its pretty lights. Right now, that was all she needed. Someday, she would want to date again, to look for the right man, her Prince Charming to share a life with. Right now, just relaxing with her pet and her good friends Jenny and Sandra was all she needed. She could tell by her lack of emotion to Tom’s disappearance that he really didn’t mean anything to her. It had all been a huge mistake and waste of time on her part. She was glad he had left. He really had proved to be a big fat nothing in the end. Just some kind of…human material for her to use and…discard without care….because…because.. she was just some unfeeling, sexy, bad bitch. The thought brought back her pleasant brain buzz. She looked up in her rearview mirror, studying her perfect face framed by her black hair for a long time. She tossed her head and watched her shiny hair bounce. It looked so hot. She looked so hot.
Monica shot a glance at the large suitcase in the passenger seat. Her pet was in it. She just had to take it with her to see Tina. She would be totally lost without it. She knew that. She reached out and stroked the case with care.

Her hand withdrew from the suitcase and went up her skirt. Her thighs and the car seat were already soaked. She could smell humid, open pussy in the car. Her pussy. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. She drenched her hand in her pussy then brought it up to her nose and inhaled. She licked the fingers off and immediately them returned to her wet twat. She looked back up in the mirror. She noticed her eyes were half closed and looked glazed and dull. She kept staring at her pretty face. She loved when she looked like that; so out of it, so sexy. C’mon Monica, she thought, her intelligence fighting to regain control, “snap out of this kinky daydream before you wreck the fucking car.” She took a deep breath to clear her head; but it only smelled like more available pussy. She looked back up in the mirror, bunched up her bow shaped, pouty lips and blew herself a long, slow kiss, then grinned at herself. “Mmm, sexy baby,” she breathed, “you were born to get used up so hard that you won’t even remember who you are..” That idea was too much for the pretty young girl. Her pussy spasmed and she came hard.

She continued to have these kinky, sexy thoughts invade her brain on the rest of her ride to Tina’s. She kept playing with herself too. By the time she got to her sister’s house, Monica knew she was a very bad, naughty girl, almost capable of doing anything to anyone. She also realized that her previous life of thinking was very overrated. She didn’t want to think anymore. She just wanted to feel good and do all the fun, naughty, sexy bad things that popped into her head. Fun, bad things that turned her on. She smiled at that idea. It seemed all so new and exciting to her. She couldn’t wait to see Tina!

Monica had driven east to see her sister. Tina was only 18 and a first year college student. Like Monica, she was majoring in graphic arts. She had plans for perhaps working with her sister someday. They were very close and always had been. Tina very much resembled her sister: Long, muscular legs that wouldn’t quit; firm, cut tummy; thin waist; graceful long neck; cute, sexy face with an upturned nose. Round tight ass and curvy, pretty arms. She was tanned all over her flawless skin. Pouty, pink, full lips over a stunning smile. Also like Monica, she had hard, firm C cups that looked very big on a petite frame. The only difference was that Tina was blonde and blue eyed, taking after their mother where Monica had her dad’s color.

Tina lived in her own rented house that her parents had gotten for her. Mom and dad were very successful and rich college graduates. Mom was the head of triage nursing at a large hospital and their father was a high priced lawyer. He did a lot of pro bono work because he had a social conscience. They had imbued both girls with a strong will to succeed and achieve as well as a sense of responsibility for their fellow man. They were truly their parent’s children.

After Monica’s long drive, they decided to stay in at Tina’s place and order a pizza and some wine. They talked for hours, about their lives, their plans, their dreams and caught up on what old friends were doing. Tina carefully did not bring up Tom’s strange disappearance. She did not want to bring back any unhappy memories for her sister. The conversation turned to Tina’s schooling.

“How are classes coming?” asked Monica, curious if Tina’s academic excellence had carried over from high school.

Tina beamed. “Great, I’m carrying two Bs and five As this semester. But boy were you right about this. No more teachers coddling and it’s up to you to put in the work and keep up.”

Monica was happy about this. But she knew her intelligent sister would do well. The only drawback possible would have been her engaging in too much social life given her new freedom from home. But Tina was too smart and grounded to fall into the trap.

“But boy I can tell you, no social life for me yet. The work load is too hard.”

Both girls laughed. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to take 21 credits your first semester,” admonished Monica in a teasing way.

“I can do it,” said Tina proudly. “You taught me how to work hard back in high school. Those lessons are paying off for me now. You did it every year, genius! That’s why you graduated a year early. I’m just following your lead. I owe everything to you.”

Monica blushed at the praise. She was so proud of the smart, independent woman Tina was fast becoming. She realized as well that she indeed had set a great example for her.

“So the grades are good, now what about your love life?” asked Monica with a smile.

Tina blushed a little and giggled. “Well, I have met someone, Robert, he’s going to be an engineer.”

“Ohh, Robert the engineer, huh?” replied Monica, laughing teasingly. “How serious is it?”

“Wellllll…..” Tina batted her pretty blue eyes and both girls broke out laughing.

“Is he hot?” inquired Monica.

“He’s not Brad Pitt, but he doesn’t have to be. I think he’s cute and I just love his personality.”

Monica got more curious. Just how much of a young woman was her sister now? She knew Tina had left high school a virgin, just as Monica had. Had she also followed Monica by losing her cherry in her freshman college year?

Monica arched her eyebrows. “Sooooooo, have you two……. ummmm,” she batted her pretty brown eyes back at her sister, playing the game, and gave Tina an adorable grin.

Tina burst out in a giggle at Monica’s antics and nodded coyly. “Yes, we have……ummmmm.” The sisters rocked with laughter.

Monica knew her sister really was a woman. “Is he good?’ she pressed, amazed that the little girl she used to jump rope and play dolls with and bake with was talking about sex with her boyfriend. Time just flew by.

Tina’s golden, tanned face blushed a little. “Well it’s not like I have anything to compare it to, but for me he’s great. Gentle, caring, considerate, slow……and thorough.” She emphasized the last word. Again the girls laughed.

“Ohh, now that sounds like a good college education,” joked Monica.

Suddenly Tina blanched. Monica noticed. “What’s wrong honey?” she asked.

“Oh, I um, just feel a little uncomfortable talking about my love life, you know…with what happened with Tom and all.”

Monica smiled and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a problem. I am so over Tom you have no idea.”

Tina looked surprised. For years Monica had told her how much she was deeply in love with Tom and how much she wanted a life with him. Monica’s flippant attitude of dismissal shocked her. “You are?”

Monica nodded. “Oh yah, I sure am. He left and that’s that. I have such a full and rewarding life right now I don’t even think of him.”

“Wow,” responded Tina, finding this hard to believe from her sister. Monica was one of the most caring persons she had ever known. Why did she just assume Tom had left? How did she know something bad had not happened to him? This attitude of her sister’s intrigued her. “Have you heard anything about his disappearance?”

Monica shook her head. “Nope, not a word. You know, there was a guy who worked at my office, his name was Bob, he disappeared too. Well, that kind of made me look bad, you know, a co worker and my fianc?oth just vanishing.”

“Oh my god!” said Tina. “Were you a suspect?”

Monica nodded. “Yes, the police were all over me. But everyone at work knows me and told them no way I could be involved. Also, they told them me and Bob were very good friends. You can’t blame them, though. I was the one link between the two.”

“What happened?”

“Well, they questioned me for hours. They followed me. The questioned me again. Finally I asked to take a lie detector test.”

“Oh my god, Monica! That’s horrible! Were you scared?”

“No, not at all. I knew I would pass. After I was done they told me it was the cleanest test they had ever seen. Not even a hint of nerves or deception. After that, they started to leave me alone. It was all just such a hassle for me.”

“Wow, I am so glad that’s over for you. I can’t believe all this happened to you! I feel so bad about it…and about Tom.”

Monica put her hand on her sisters. “Oh baby, please, don’t worry about me. I am happier now than I ever have been in my entire life. The world seems so open for me now.”

“But you and Tom were like…so close forever. Don’t you miss him?”

Monica looked at her sister and blinked slowly several times, as though trying to remember something. When she spoke her words were soft and slow. “Oh no. I don’t miss him at all. You know, a hot, sexy bitch like me won’t have any problem at all finding more material to use…”

Tina looked at her sister in shock. Was she making a bad joke? She was talking about men like they were….material? A hot, sexy bitch? Monica had never thought about herself in that way. What was up with that? She didn’t know whether to laugh or take her seriously. She looked at Monica. Her sister was staring off serenely, looking right through Tina. She had a silly, empty grin on her face and her eyes looked far off.

“Monica, are you ok?”

Monica blinked again then seemed to come back to earth. She blushed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from the drive and the wine I guess…”

Ok,” said Tina, a little worried. “Hey, let’s get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow and I want you at your full super girl powers!” Both girls laughed.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“Well, I thought we could go to the pool first and work our outrageous tans! Then, a little shopping at the mall. Later we can meet Robert and go eat, maybe a movie.”

Monica smiled. “That sounds like a perfect day. Can’t wait to start. I’m going to change into something a bit more comfy for sleep, ok?”

“Sure. I will clean up a bit while you do.”

Monica stood up and started to walk to her guest room. Suddenly her brain had a little pleasant tingle. She stopped. A new thought popped into her head. She smiled and turned around.

“Tina, before we go to bed, there is something I want to show you, ok?

Tina smiled back at her sister. “A surprise?”

Monica smiled back. “Yep, you’re going to love it.”

Tina laughed. “Great, I love surprises. What is it?”

Monica shook her head. “No, not now. You will see!”

“Wow, now I am intrigued. This better be good!”

“It is. It’s just the best.” Monica turned and walked off grinning, leaving Tina full of wonder.

Monica walked into her room and shut the door. She made a beeline to the big closet and took out one of her suitcases. She placed it on the bed and popped it open. Inside, the pet was waiting. Monica gently picked it up and put it on her double bed. She leaned down and stroked its body, then sat down and kissed it. “Hey lover, how are you? I missed you so much! I kept thinking of you all night. It was all I could do to sit with Tina and not run in here and see you…”

The pet started to glow softly showing it’s purples and greens. Monica’s eyes widened. Her brain and body began to warm; that same old great feeling suffusing her every nerve and muscle, every synapse of her soft mind. “Let me change into something else and then we can….talk….” she mumbled. Slowly as though in a pleasant dream, Monica got up and drifted to the closet. She let her sweatpants drop, then her panties. She took off her tee shirt. She ran her hands softly over her naked body. Then she reached into the closet and took out a thin, soft chemise and put it on. When she was finished, she walked languorously back to the bed, hip and ass swaying and sat down again, looking at the pet.

“I’m here baby,” she murmured and started stroking it again with her hand. One of the pet’s limbs reached out and started to caress her cheek. Monica stiffened and moaned. The pretty, hypnotic lights grew brighter. Suddenly Monica began to have nice thoughts she hadn’t realized were there before.

“Mmmm…yes, my sister is right outside….mmm…yes, I know you want to meet her. I want you to meet her too…that would be ever sooo….nice..”

Suddenly Monica felt fear. Did she really want Tina to meet the pet? She thought about her younger, sweet, innocent sister. All the good times they had shared as kids. All the secrets they had kept for each other, all the fun and adventures in high school. A life time of memories accumulated by growing up together and being so close to each other. She thought about her sister’s future and the hopes she had for her; a career, maybe even working together at Monica’s firm as they both discussed so much; a true, great boyfriend, perhaps Robert?

Her face broke out in a sweat. Did she want Tina to end up like her? And just what kind of future do I really have, she wondered to herself? Suddenly all those things she had always envisioned for herself seemed so far away, like some unattainable dream meant for some other girl… but not for her. Never for her.

Did she want Tina to end up like some mindless slave, a tool to be used and fed from like some piece of meat, some expendable resource, some material? When had she started to think of herself that same way? Had it happened when she met her pet? Was the pet really her friend or something else entirely? Was she wrong about it? Were their little games not so innocent and harmless like she had been led to believe? Where were these alien thoughts coming from? Was the pet doing something to her she was unaware of? Her recent ideas and desires didn’t seem like her at all. She realized now they seemed so foreign and twisted. She thought about Tom and her eyes watered up. The love of her life! What had she done to him? It seemed so right at the time, such a hot, sexy thing to do to him, but now it seemed kind of wrong. She stared off, trying to put things in some kind of normal perspective.

She looked back at the pet. “No. I don’t want you to meet Tina. She’s my only sister and I love her more than anything. You got me, you got Jenny and Sarah, but you can’t have her,” Monica said sharply. “I want her to have a real life. Not end up a tool for you…like I am. That is not going to happen. Do you understand?”

The pet just glowed. It reached up again and stroked Monica’s cheek, then slowly lowered its limb over her neck, and rubbed on Monica’s proud, pert breasts. Her nipples immediately sprang to attention like sentries, engorged and started to quiver. Her clit did the same. “Oh god, baby, that feels so fucking good…do me the fuck up,” she moaned.

She continued to stare at the light as she got her tit massage. “Yes baby. I do trust you,” she mumbled. “Yes I do love my sister so much. Mmmm…yes, I do want her to feel good, just like I do. No, I know you would never hurt her or use her like you do to me. I know you love her too….”

Monica’s body shivered as the bug kept sending her new ideas in its lights while physically arousing her. Monica’s sexy body began to writhe slowly and lewdly under the stimulating influence of the pretty light and the slow, expert ministrations of her tits.

Monica now spoke with the husky, slow, sultry slurred voice of a girl very high or drunk. “Mmmm..yes lover, you always know what’s best for me. I know I’m just a silly girl…yes….yesssssss….I do need you to think for meeeee…” The entranced girl’s glazed, saucer eyes begin to flutter rhythmically. “Uh..huh…I could never live without you…I would do anything you want….” A stronger light blast left the creature and Monica could feel her humid, moist pussy respond on command, just like it was supposed to. Monica came with a quivering start.

The bed was wet with her juice, her eyes shut for a moment, and then she opened them again and kept looking at her pet. Suddenly she realized she had a great idea. She loved Tina sooo much. She knew she should let her little sister look at the pet. It would make her feel so good. She would just have to make sure that the pet would not make her a slave. But she loved her sister so she knew that it would be unfair not to share this great, hazy, warm feeling the pet could give her. It would be such a shame to not let Tina feel something so nice. If she loved her sister, she would never deny her that chance. And she did love her so much. Just for the week while she was there. Then she would leave, take the pet and all would be normal for her sister…just a little harmless fun while they were together. She really should let Tina have just a little taste. What harm could come from it? Kind of like smoking some pot during the week. Monica smiled. Yes! Just like that. Nothing dangerous for Tina at all! Just two sisters getting high together and having some innocent fun. Only they would get high on the bug instead. Nothing more than that. Monica was amazed at how clearly she could solve problems when relaxing with the pet. She leaned over and kissed it again. Licked it where the colors were glowing. Her pussy and thighs clenched and she came again, harder.

Monica emerged from the bedroom back to the living room. Tina was sitting there waiting. She too was ready for bed, having changed into a cute little pink nightie that hugged her sexy curves.

She jumped up off the sofa. “Ok sis, let’s see this big surprise of yours. I can’t wait!”

Monica walked over and grabbed Tina’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Inside it was dark. Monica had turned off the light and shut the window curtain.

“Hey, what’s with the black motif?” questioned Tina.

Monica giggled. “It’s ok. Just trust me.” She led Tina by the hand to a chair she had set near the bed. Monica sat in another right next to it. She held her sisters hand in her own.

“What’s that on your bed?” asked Tina with curiosity. She could make out what looked like some kind of triangular stool there.

“Ok,” said Monica, with excitement in her voice. “Just sit tight and you will see in a second.”

Sure enough, a light purple and green glow began to emanate from the object. It began to get brighter. Tina gasped. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. If life was in 3D, this seemed like 4 or 5D. This light didn’t just shine, but it seemed to penetrate into her head and bounce around her skull and eyes. The effect was incredible.

“Oh my god, what the hell is doing that?” Tina gasped in amazement.

Monica laughed. “Well, remember my bug collection?” she said, squeezing Tina’s hand.

“Yes, I bet you still have it!” Tina said, not taking her eyes off the pretty glow.

“Yes I do,” Monica laughed. “This is part of it. I found this bad boy down by the creek one day. It started to glow just like this.”

Tina sat quiet for a moment, unable to think of a response. She felt sluggish and kind of nice. Finally she said, “Is it yours?”

Monica giggled. “Well, it was. But I like it so much I almost think I belong to it now…” she giggled again. Tina giggled at her sister’s silly response to her question.

Tina sat quiet, not saying a word; just taking in the gorgeous colors, absorbing them, letting them light up her brain. Monica could feel her sister’s hand quiver for a second, then break out into a sweat. Monica’s pussy started to heat up to a slow bake. The pretty lights were making her sister feel nice. The thought made Monica very happy… and horny too. Why was that, she wondered?

“Man,” said Tina sluggishly. “That thing is the shit. Can’t believe this…I think I could sit here all night. So….fucking…pretty…feels…good..”

Monica smiled. Tina was getting high on the light; getting her little taste of it. She loved her sister so much and was glad she could get her off on the pet’s lights.

“You can, baby. Do you want to sit tonight and just get high and watch it?”

“Uh huh,” mumbled Tina, not really caring what Monica said.

Suddenly Monica had a great idea. She got up and kissed her sisters cheek. “Sis, I am going to go out to the living room. If you want me just come out. If you want to stay here, just sit and watch, ok?”

“Um..think… imma just sit here for a….bit….k?”

“Sure,” said Monica. “Just relax and enjoy. I will check on you if I get bored.”

“K…Monic….” Tina’s response trailed off.

Monica carefully walked out of the room. She knew the pet wanted to be alone with Tina. That was so nice that it cared about her sister. Just like it cared about her. That made Monica very happy.

Monica reclined on the couch. She noticed she was sweating and trembling slightly. She felt aroused and giddy knowing Tina was all alone with the pet…and a little jealous too. But it was what Master had wanted so Monica knew it was the right thing to do.

Slowly her hand made it down to her pussy and started to rub. It felt so good. She loved that Tina was getting her first taste of pet, getting her mind fucked for the first time. Kind of like losing your cherry, she thought with a laugh. Her pussy clenched. It was so good that Tina was getting off right now, like a new…piece of material… Why had she thought of her sister like that she wondered? And why did that idea seem to make her feel all hot and bothered. God I am so totally fucked up these days, thought Monica, as she rubbed her pussy faster. She thought about pretty, innocent Tina. Suddenly she began to cry, tears steaming down her face. If it was a good thing for Tina to be with the pet, why did she suddenly feel so awful and bad about doing it to her? Her cunt spasmed. She moaned. As she rubbed herself furiously, Monica alternated between wracked, broken sobs of emotional agony and hollow bursts of empty, evil laughter.

Three hours later, Monica entered the bedroom again. The pet had told her to come. She went in slowly, almost scared at what she would find. The pet was glowing like mad. Monica turned on the lights.

Tina was on the bed. Her head and torso on the backboard. Her ass and legs were on the mattress. Her legs were spread obscenely wide. The pet was on her. Two of its limbs firmly gripped her thin waist and ass, while the third was plunging into her wet, dripping pussy, feeding on her pussy juice. Monica walked up to her sister and sat on the bed. Tina was staring into a big nowhere with a beautiful smile plastered on her sweating face. Her lips and body would jerk and shake ever few seconds. Monica felt her heart and breathing increase. She started to drip between her legs, too. Tina looked like a goddess all mind fucked out. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She never loved Tina more than at this moment in time, nor the pet as well. She smiled at them even as one last tear ran down her face.

She reached out and gently started to brush Tina’s hair back. “Hey baby, how you doin?” she asked sweetly.

Tina glanced away from the pet’s lights for a moment and looked at her sister. “Ahh.. fuck Monica…I feel like I’m on top of the fuckin world…feel…s..so..h..high,” she drawled slowly. Quickly, nervously, she looked back at the lights as though scared they would leave if she did not keep staring at them.

“Do you like it?” Monica prodded, watching Tina’s softened face and big blue eyes bath in the intoxicating glow of the pet framed by her shiny, wet blonde hair. Monica thought her little sister never looked so spacey or beautiful in her life.

“Umm…fuck yah…love this…shit, sis.”

“Does it make you feel good?” asked Monica. She reached down and started kneading Tina’s swollen, sweaty boob.

“So good…betta than eva….” Tina mumbled.

“Would you like to do this some more while I am here?”

“Mmmm…fuck ya…all day…every day…foreva…” the young girl moaned through a drunken, silly grin.

The whole time the pet kept fucking her, but gentle, not like it had done Monica the last time.

A new idea entered Monica’ head. She climbed up on the bed and straddled her sister, putting her legs around her warm, wet, and firm tummy. She leaned in and started kissing her. Tina blinked a couple times then responded with a slow, wet kiss, pushing her tongue in Monica’s mouth.

The pet adjusted itself and one of it’s limbs detached from Tina’s waist, pulling out of her pussy. It slowly climbed up and dug into Monica’s wet pussy. Monica came immediately, her cunt and body on fire. The force of her orgasm made her lurch forward meeting Tina’s hungry mouth again. They locked lips in ecstasy. The kissed passionately, each sister wrapping the other in their warm arms and running needy, searching hands along their bodies, both girl’s bodies wet and smelling of desperate sex. After a while, Monica could feel something climb up her esophagus. This had happened before and she knew what to expect. The small part of the pet made it up her throat and into her mouth. As it did so, Monica’s cunt vibrated like a jackhammer. Her eyes started to roll back in her head. The tendril entered her mouth, over her tongue and in just an instant made the move into Tina’s mouth. For a moment the tendril connected both girls’ sexy, soft mouths. Then it slowly exited Monica’s mouth and into Tina’s mouth entirely. Monica pulled back to watch. Watching this made her even hotter as the pet slammed her pussy even harder as a reward.

The little green tip wiggled into the wide O of her little sister’s mouth and began to disappear down her throat. Monica could feel Tina’s body jump and jerk like mad. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to moan like nothing Monica had ever heard before. It was all just too hot. Her little sis looked so desirable, so sexy, so controlled. Monica lifted up one of her own tits and started to lick it.

For the next five days, the two girls left the bedroom only to eat. Robert called once but Tina had told him she wanted to spend the week with her sister only. He understood.

They just stared at the perfect, pretty lights, fucked each other and let the pet fuck them. They had never been so happy in all their lives. It was like they had found out after all these years just who they really were and what they really enjoyed doing.

For Tina, it was sweet introduction to the pleasures of the pet. She couldn’t get enough of the pretty lights or being fucked by its appendages…or her sweet sister. Monica knew the feeling all too well. Her sister had become addicted to them, just as she had months ago. Her sister would put on a sad, adorable pout whenever Monica made them go eat to keep their strength up. It was sexy as all hell to watch it happen. Whenever they went back to the room to be with the pet, Tina’s face would light up with a huge smile like a little girl at Christmas getting the best present ever.

For Monica, it was much different. Much further along in the absorption process, the pet now could bring it’s increased power to bear in further shaping and molding its slaves’ ever softening and open brain. The pet knew now was the perfect time to fortify all the thoughts it had been sliding into it’s slaves’ brain over the last weeks and to introduce new ones in that she would eagerly absorb as her own. During the endless hours and days of staring into the welcoming light and being mind fucked, many new strong, pretty thoughts and plans invaded Monica’s willing and receptive brain, sticking there like some warm, intractable tar. Her slicked brain craved the pet’s thoughts now like a junkie needs the needle. As she lie in bed and let her brain stew and marinate in that addictive glow, new, fluffy, welcomed ideas began to come to her faster and faster.

She realized exactly what she was meant for, what her purpose for living was. She saw her future, and Tina’s; all those who fell under a pet’s beautiful spell of control. As Monica enjoyed the slick wet, empty feeling the lights wired her brain with; she began to take stock of her young life so far. She thought of her many friends who were around her age and she considered herself far luckier than any of them. The reason why was that she had attained an introspective wisdom in the last few weeks that it usually took years to attain.

Her many relaxing sessions absorbing the pets lights had opened her increasingly receptive and eager brain to understand truths that had previously escaped her; she now realized much what she had always thought and believed about herself were lies.

Her previous life long obsessing with academics, getting good grades, achieving goals had been ridiculous. She was no brain. Not a thinker in anyway. She realized now that there was a much stronger, better mind that needed to do her thinking for her. She was just a body; a perfect, firm, warm, curvaceous, silky, needful, sexy body. That was her only asset. Not her weak, silly mind. Hers was a body built for sin. Nicely toned, sexually sensitive bodies like hers were made only so they could submit to other’s desires. To be taken and used for pleasure – hard and often.

Because she was truly a vain slut who lived for pleasure, she knew for the rest of her life she would be having many, many sexual partners-men and women- who would gladly use her up. Her body was so needy. Every orifice, her ass, her mouth, her cunt seemed to always be in a state of constant arousal and in need of sexual use. It was what she wanted. She would be bringing so many people home to use her… and meet her pet too. It was all so very exciting to think about. And Monica thought about it a lot.

She also had now begun to finally understand her fa?e of caring, friendship and family was just another big empty construct designed to fool the people around her. Her charity work, her giving of time to other less fortunate, the fund drives she always pushed in high school, college and beyond, her constant efforts to befriend sick or disabled or shy people in her life, were all just a huge hoax. Deep down, the only thing she cared about was her fantastic looks, magnificent body and how it could be used up as a tool to get her and others off. The only thing in life she loved was the pet; because it was the gently addictive engine that knew how to redline her overheated and sexed up body up to maximum and to turn her soft brain off like a switch.

All these lovely revelations made Monica realize once again just how far she had come in life, thanks to her pet. She now knew who she really was and what she had been made for as well as the direction her life would head from now on. As she lay in the darkness next to her, nude, pretty sister; the soft, alluring persuasive colors bathing her and highlighting her naked form as it poured into her slicked mind, her soft, plush lips slowly moved as she kept repeating the new realties that she was taking in as her own ideas. She smiled the happy smile of girl who knew she had the world by the balls.

On the last day of her visit, Monica and Tina lay in bed. Both were stark naked, as always, staring at the pets glow as it sat on the table in the room. Both girls felt soft, lazy and sexy. They had their arms around each other, all blissed out. Monica looked over at her beautiful young sister. She spread her legs wide.

“Tina, I have something for you,” she said; spreading her smooth legs and pointing down to her shaved, pink pussy.

Tina looked at her, then down to her pussy with blank eyes. Monica pushed and moaned; some strange, green juice emptied from her twat. Then some more. When she could feel the egg, Monica inserted her hand into her cunt. She moaned. She braced herself and then slid her whole hand inside up to her wrist. Her soaking cunt seemed to welcome and pull her hand inside her. Monica gasped and shook as her hand fished around, feeling for the egg inside her. Finally, with a gasp of pleasure, she pulled the two eggs out.

“What is that fuckin shit?” Tina slurred before she started to giggle.

“They are eggs, baby. You will need them to create two more pets. One to control you, then later to give to one of your college friends to take home.”

“Mmmmmm…” replied Tina. “That’s fuckin sexy…”

“Remember our first night together. When we were making out, a little part of the pet passed from my mouth to yours?”

Tina nodded absently.

“You will do the same to some other girl. It will make her do what you say. It won’t last forever, a few weeks, but long enough to do what you need.”

“What’s that?” murmured Tina.

“Find some girl. Not from here. It wants you to go to a strip club. Find some girl nobody will care about when she goes missing. Bring her back to an apartment. Not here. You will rent one. I will give you the money I got from selling my engagement ring so you can rent another place. When you make it with her, let the piece go from your mouth to hers. Once she is sedated then take one of these little eggs and put it up her cunt. It will start to grow very fast. Just a couple weeks and a new pet will come out of her.”

“Ahh man, that sounds really nice.” Said Tina softly.

“It is, it’s the best,” said Monica as she kissed her sister on the cheek.

Tina blinked and looked at her sister. “What will happen to the girl?”

“She won’t make it. The pet will use too much of her mind in growing inside her. She will end up brain dead.”

“Brain dead, Mmmmmm…like I feel…” Tina giggled, her pretty blue eyes rolled up for a second

Monica smiled at her pretty sister. The little giggle turned her on. Tina was just the cutest thing.

“Yah. When it comes out, pick it up and put it on the girl’s head. It will cut in and crawl inside her brain and digest it.” Tina just stared at the pet’s lights, smiling away.

“Once it is done with her, it will be much stronger mentally and more powerful than mine was. Brains really make them rock.”

“K” answered Tina, lost in space.

“Then, it will fuck you up the ass and give you another little tendril part to pass onto another girl. You will bring her to the pet and she will become your sister slave.”

“That sounds…great. A..a..nother s…sl..slave..”

“Then you two will find another girl to plant the other egg in. Once it hatches, you will make another slave, give her the new pet and let her take it home with her. Make sure it is a friend of yours from some other state. We need to spread these things as wide as possible so they can keep taking over more girls. Now, I want you to spread your legs so I can put them inside you.”

Tina blanched. “But won’t it hatch in me and make me brain dead, kill me?”

Monica laughed at Tina’s naivet?“Oh no, silly! It has other uses for you. At least for now.” Tina looked unconvinced. “Look Tina, didn’t I have them in my body? The pet won’t hurt you for now. Don’t you believe me?”

Tina looked back at the incessantly calling glow and nodded gently.

“And besides, if the day ever comes when a pet wants you to hatch an egg in your body, you will want to do it more than anything else in the world. See, so there is never anything to be frightened of. Ok then, spread you nice legs nice and wide, and let me get at that pretty, pink pussy of yours.”

Tina complied. Monica bent over and took one of the eggs. She reached in and gently started to run her hand up Tina’s very tight pussy. Her pussy was raging hot, the warmth bathing Monica’s hand. It was soaked too. Monica giggled a bit at how turned on her baby sister was by the pet.

Tina’s eyes opened wide as Monica’s fingers, then her whole hand disappeared between her legs, up her cunt. She gasped and came. Monica could feel her sister’s walls clenching on her hand so very hard.

Tina gasped slightly. “Mmmm, that kinda feels nice,” she panted staring numbly at her own twat.

Finally, Monica let go of the egg and gently removed her hand.

“Yeah, I know it does. Hey, why don’t you put the other in yourself, show our pet what a good, obedient girl you can be?”

Tina grinned sweetly. “Ok, let me try it.” Tina maneuvered herself and gently, stretching her muscular, tanned legs so very wide, slowly placed the other egg on her wet pussy. It seemed to almost grab at it and suck it right in. Tina pushed in with her hand, slowly filling herself with it just as Monica had done a moment before. Her body shook all over, slightly, gently. She kept her hand in her cunt for several minutes, just staring at her full pussy, quivering and sweating like a river. Finally, as though she remembered something she forgot, she slowly withdrew her now empty hand.

Tina moaned this time, harder than before. She immediately turned her attention back to the pet. “Wow, that felt fuckin great,” she whispered.

Monica nodded, proud of her beloved, sweet sister, “Yeah, everything it does to us feels fucking great. You’re going to find that out honey. Now when the right time comes, you will know when to take one them out; it will be the same with the last one.”

Tina looked at her sister again. “Monica, what will eventually happen to you? To me..to all of us?”

Monica leaned forward and kissed Tina softly on the lips. “How do you feel right now?”

Tina blinked a few times. “Fuckin ….great…and so empty… as fuck..” she giggled again like a high school girl thinking about a cute boy she needed fucked by.

Monica giggled too. “Yep, that’s what it does to us. It empties us out slowly. Consumes us up; all our cares, our worries, our emotions, our thoughts, our personalities, and our desires. It just absorbs everything that makes us human. Then it replaces all those things with its own, new, better ideas and personality till we can’t tell the difference anymore what we want and what it tells us to want.”

Tina’s body jerked and she panted. “Ahh fuck, sis, now that…is….just..s..so…totally….hot..”

“Uh huh,” agreed Monica. “But that’s not the best part. It will use us to do things…bad things.” Tina’s and Monica’s pussies both clenched in rhythm. Monica’s eyes went glassy and she stared at nothing. “It will feed on us, mind, body and soul until we are just empty, pretty, sexy shells that do what it needs of us…”

“Fuck,” moaned Tina as her pussy rocked her world. “How will it all end?”

Monica stared at the pet’s brilliant light as she answered in slow monotone. “As the years pass, when we get older, in our forties, we will become too old and used up to give it what it needs to feed.” Both girls’ hips bucked at the same time. “At that time, it may just make us do manual labor; work that needs to be done to build its new world…but eventually we won’t be any use for it. Then..it will cut into our heads, crawl in..eat our brains and absorb us completely..” Both girls hips bucked again as they stared into the light. Both mewled like animals. “At that point we will be one with them. It will just…eat….us all…up…c..con…consume us..” The girls came so hard they almost passed out. Both were panting like dogs in heat, their swollen, wet chests heaving with lust and desire.

“Mmmm…” Tina husked between pants, “That’s scary. I would never let it do that to me….but as ..just maybe…like a fantasy….that might..fee..feel so..f…fuc..fuckin cool..if.. it…like happened.”

Tina and Monica kept staring at the glowing pet; just basking in the detached, tingly numbness it gave them. Their eyes were as big as clean saucers, just as empty, and once in a while they would very slowly blink.

Even under the euphoric influence of the pet, Tina was still able to think enough to continue to be curious. “How did you find it?”

Monica sighed. “Well I found it out back in the woods by the creek. But it really found me.”

“What do you mean found you?”

“It noticed me coming through. It could have hid from me very easily there. But it didn’t take it long to sense that I was perfect material for what it needs.”

“What do you mean perfect material?”

Monica smiled euphorically, her pretty, relaxed face bathed in the glow as she answered softly, thoughtfully. “It needed a girl who craves sex constantly. A woman who has to have it all the time. A slut, really. So it could use her a lot to feed from. So it…it…is making..me..into…tt..tha…that girl. The right candidate also had to have a nice, strong, fit body…just…like…I do.”

Tina could see her sister’s mind and body was completely, blissfully wired into the pulses the pet was sending out. She had conflicting thoughts about it. It looked like something that would feel amazingly good. But it scared her, too. It seemed to her that Monica was just a totally different person than the girl she had grown up with. At this moment, her usually vivacious, mentally active sister more resembled a stoned, sedentary drug addict riding her fix. It seemed like Monica, the real Monica was just disappearing. Tina could plainly see and feel the pet could not bring her yet into the totally zoned out state it could with Monica because she had not been exposed to its intoxicating influence for weeks. Would she want to end up acting like Monica? It seemed dangerous, yet also sexy and alluring. The cute, blonde 18 year old would have to think on it. Maybe like just one time…just to see what it felt like would be kinda fun. Just the once, though.

Fuck that looks so hot, Tina thought watching her fucked up sister. So hot that she couldn’t resist putting her hands down on her snatch and start to rub it out.

Monica’s head lay back and a long, slow husky moan came from her mouth. Tina noticed drool was coming down her chin onto her neck. Slowly Monica raised her head and swung it towards Tina like it was attached to a wet noodle. Her glazed brown eyes made her look lobotomized. When Monica finally managed to speak, her words were so slurred she was almost unintelligible.

Tina’s hazy mind just couldn’t understand what the hell Monica was mumbling and slurring about, with all the colors she was seeing in her head. She just couldn’t seem to get her thoughts in gear. Here brain felt so soft and slow and sluggish. This all seemed like some weird dream now. She felt fatigued just trying to figure all this weird stuff out. She decided to just watch the pet for a few minutes and relax a bit. Take a load off her confused mind.

After fifteen minutes she felt a little better and another question began to concern her.

“Monica, you have had the pet for a while. What does it do to you?”

Tina’s sister answered in a soft voice filled with adoration. While she spoke, her wide eyes never left the pet. “Oh god, Tina, I don’t know how to describe what it has given me. It is making me feel more alive than I ever thought possible.” Her eyes fluttered. “It is slowly bringing out a whole new me, and destroying the old Monica.” Her thighs flexed and hips bucked. “It is making me think what it decides I should think instead of what I want to think.” She licked her lips and rubbed her breasts. “It made me understand that I am just a beautiful body and nothing else.” Her ass cheeks spasmed. “It taught me that I was made to only have sex and to serve it ‘til it decides to throw me away.”

Monica’s chest was heaving with lust and desire, her hot breath coming in blasts through her open mouth. “It screws my brains out of my head and it is mind fucking me till I am just a docile, empty, warm, wet, sexy shell…ahhhh..ahhh..ohhhh..” Monica’s stomach and tights shook with orgasm, her back arched and her arms opened wide.

Tina watched her sister’s beautiful body. All through the orgasm, Tina saw Monica’s adoring; tranced eyes never for a second left the pet’s lights. It was turning Tina on to no end to see her sister so completely under the musical spell of the pet, to see her mind and perfect, hard, sexy, sweating body dance so willing and erotically to the tunes it put in her open and willing mind.

Tina reached out and slowly touched her sister’s sweating face. She looked at her with adoration. “What will happen to you when you leave here?”

Monica thought for a long moment, her eyes and face bathed in the light. “When I get home, I get a special reward.” She shivered. “My pet is now strong enough to really work my brain over like it wants. He is going to use me and tune up my mind like never before. He is going to take a small part of me out and fill it in with his ideas…the pretty, pretty colors. It will like totally mind fuck me..” Monica shivered again and her ass started to clench uncontrollably. Her cunt was leaking like a broken faucet. The whole room smelled like pussy.

“How will it do it to you?” mumbled Tina.

“It will take time. It said like 40 times. Each time it will take a little more of me out and fill more of it inside the empty spot. When it’s done, I won’t be Monica anymore. I will be all tuned up. I will just be this empty, hot shell of meat that is filled with the light and pretty ideas and thoughts.” Monica licked her lips. “That’s what it told me it’s going to do to my body and my mind. God, Tina, can you imagine it? It can’t happen fast enough for me.”

Tina blinked and looked concerned, coming out of her daze somewhat. “But won’t you know who I am anymore.”

Monica shook her head dreamily and smiled at the pet. “No baby. I won’t know you. I won’t even know who I am.” Her body quivered and she came again softly. “But the pet will have my memories and I will be able to fake it with you or anyone else I used to know. You won’t notice any difference at all when we meet…if we ever do meet…after…I…I a…am used…up.”

Tina choked up and tears came to her eyes. “Nooo. I don’t want to lose you!” She leaned in and kissed Monica. “Please don’t let that happen to you!”

Monica smiled softly, brushing her sister’s hair with her hand, never taking her eyes off the pet. “But I want it to happen. I need it so very much. I want to be empty…I want to be just a piece of hot flesh without my own thoughts. I realized this week that I have always wanted to be just like that…my whole life. Even when I was just a little girl. I just want to do what it tells me, feed it, and work for it. That’s what I need to make me happy now. It’s what my life is. What I want.”

Tina releases a quiet sob. Monica now kissed her gently. “Baby, don’t you cry now! Think about it, don’t you think it’s pretty fuckin cool to be nothing? Just raw material…serving something else, thinking something else’s thoughts? Being completely consumed and used up?” Monica ran her hand up her warm, flat tummy and over her tits.

Tina looked back at the creature. “Yah…I guess it does sound…kinda…cool… kinda nice and all..”

“Do you think that someday maybe you might want to do that too?”

Tina blinked. “I don’t know. It sounds scary…maybe…I need to think on that some more.” She turned to Monica. “But I don’t want that to happen to you! I love you too much to lose you! Don’t you love me?”

Monica looked at her sister with dreamy, vacant, brown eyes. A slow, happy grin curled the corners of her lips up. She reached out and caressed Tina’s face. “No baby, I don’t love you. I don’t really feel a thing for you anymore.” She looked at the pet, it’s glowing lights reflecting and swirling in her wide, vacant eyes and then back at Tina. “It told me what you really are. You’re just like me. Just food, just material to use, tune up and be thrown away someday.” She looked back at the pet and laughed softly. “That’s the only thing I love. I love it so much I would kill for it. Do anything for it. I just want to love it and serve it. No, baby, you don’t mean a thing anymore.”

Monica looked back at Tina, who was crying softly. She leaned in and kissed her lips. Then again, “Don’t worry so much honey. Let the pet think for you. Then you won’t have to cry and get all emotional over stupid shit like this. Soon you will totally understand, Ok? Your big sister promises. I have never lied to you, have I?”

Tina nodded. “No,.. never.”

“Good, do you trust me, now?”

Tina sniffled, “Yes, I always trusted you, all our lives.”

Monica kissed her again. “There’s my good lil sis. No worries. See, it’s all good, it’s all good as long as we have the lights to stare at and help us think properly.”

Tina looked back to the lights, finding solace to her roiling emotions in their beauty. Her mind softened again. She began to realize she had overreacted to what Monica had said.

Another thought occurred to her. “What about mom and dad?”

Monica licked her lips yet again. “Yeah, I have been getting a lot of nice ideas about them the last few days. We need their money to move all this forward the way the pet wants it to. When you go home for Thanksgiving break, I will come home too. We will bring both of our pets with us. We will bring mom over to us. After we do that, we will eventually have to kill dad so mom gets everything. We will probably just let your new pet eat his brain so dad can be used up to make it stronger. He will be for your pet. That way dad can really help us out. I know Dad would want that. My pet told me already. Dad has always helped us whenever we needed it.”

Tina was lost in a daze of lights. Her brain felt a plate of steaming, warm, pleasant oatmeal being stirred with a big spoon. Kill dad? “Do we h…have…to d..do that? Isn’t there some…other way?”

Monica rubbed her pussy. The thought of giving over her mother to the pet and killing her dad had become an incredibly erotic obsession with her the last two days she spent with the pet. She had masturbated so many times to that delicious fantasy. “Yes, baby, we really do. It wants us to….and we always have to do what it wants from us. That’s what we live for, why we’re alive. It’s not that hard to understand, silly. Even someone as silly as me can understand it.” Monica came again and she moaned loudly.

Tina groaned softly, playing with her tits. “Monica, what time are you leaving?”

“It wants me to leave in a couple more hours.” She said robotically.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

Monica nodded absently. She felt like she was flying. Her brain was just on fire and so was her body. She felt better than ever. She loved the pet so much for doing all this to her.

“I..really…really like to um….watch the pet..and get…f…fu..fucked by it. Can you maybe like leave it here with me?”

Monica slowly turned to Tina, her head and neck moving like they were underwater. Her big brown eyes were a mile wide. She had a wicked, lascivious grin on her pretty red lips. She blinked her wide eyes three times so slowly, like some wind up doll.

She spoke softly, serenely. “Tina, you will have your own pet soon enough. Just do as you have been programmed.” She leaned over and gave Tina a hard wet kiss with tongue. She pulled back and caressed her sisters soft, pretty cheek. “If you ever even think about taking my pet, ever separating us, I will fuckin tear that pretty neck of yours wide open and spill every drop of your blood. Then I will lick it up and consume it. Do you understand me?”

Tina’s eyes sprung into tears again, she nodded, frightened by Monica’s change in demeanor and her vicious words.

“Good. Now just chill the fuck out and enjoy the pet, ok? Just let it mind fuck you ‘til you feel all high. Trust it. It always knows exactly what we really desire. What is best for us. It knows us better than we know ourselves.” She kissed Tina again and held her face in her hands. Tina nodded, scared and looked back at the relaxing glow that seemed to make this nightmare disappear. Her face relaxed again as she let the colors seep deeply in.

Monica looked at her entranced sister and felt proud. She was so young, so gorgeous, and now becoming so open to control. Soon she would be just another mindless slave for another pet. Her sister would make such a sexy slave. She wished she could just eat her up, consume every luscious bit of Tina’s tanned skin and body. Hmmm…just thinking about licking Tina’s hot, slutty, horny body; biting her hard ass, her smooth tummy, her long muscled neck, her round firm tits! Maybe someday the pet would let her eat Tina’s body all up. Maybe someday, the pet could eat Tina’s brains and let her watch it happen. Maybe the pet would mind fuck her so bad that she would think it was her eating Tina’s brains! Just the thought of Tina inside her, making them as one made her cunt tremble. Where had that delicious thought come from? Monica began frigging her sopping cunt like mad, lost in her newest, sexy fantasy.

An hour later Monica, looked at her pretty sister who was all blissed out watching the bug. She whispered in her ear, “Hey baby, don’t worry about all that stuff we talked about, ok? It doesn’t really mean anything at all. You know it really is just fantasies we are having. None of it will ever really happen. It is just hot to think about it. When I leave, you won’t remember much of what happened this week or what we talked about. It won’t let you remember yet…not until it has more control on you. The week will just seem like a nice, hazy blur that you know you loved. But you will do what it programmed you for.” She kissed her sisters cheek.

Tina was so spaced out she didn’t even move. “You will feel all tingly and warm in your head and you will black out sometimes when you do what you have to. Just like what happened to me. You will love it. You will feel better than you ever have in your life. You will rub your pussy every night having these great fantasies about being a mindless puppet and get your shit off like you never thought possible. You and your boy Robert will fuck like crazy! So don’t you worry about none of this shit. Now I have to pack and get ready to leave. You can stay right here and enjoy your high, Ok, baby?”

Tina looked at her sister and smiled slightly. “K..love….you M..M…Monica…”

“Love you too, sis.”

An hour later the girls were at Tina’s front door. Both had on cut off tee shirts and short shorts. The both laughed when they saw that they had dressed the same today. We really are so much alike thought, Tina with a warm glow.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye for now,” Tina said, sadly, a cute pout on her adorable face.

“Aww, we will see each other back at home during your Thanksgiving break,” said Monica.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just I had so….” Tina stopped and blinked. Her gaze was soft and her eyes shined with a dullness Monica had never seen before…”much fun with you.”

“I did too! This really was the best time together we have ever had!”

The girls hugged, wrapping their pretty arms around each other’s bare midriffs. They stayed like that for a long time. They pulled back, both of them flushed in the face.

Monica stepped back and admired her sister’s curvy, hard young body. Her perfect abs, her tits straining at her shirt. Her long tanned legs encased in perfect, smooth, luscious skin.

“Boy you really have grown all up.”

Tina blushed. “Thanks.”

They moved together to kiss good-bye. The first kiss was soft. They pulled their heads back a little and gazed into each other’s glassy looking eyes, gently breathing each other’s breath. They leaned forward again for another kiss, this one longer lasting. They wrapped their arms around each other’s bare midriffs again, enjoying the feel of each other’s soft, warm skin. They kissed again. Monica slid her tongue in Tina’s waiting mouth and let it play around. Both felt a nice colorful tingle in their brains that slowly spread to their boobs…then lower. They broke the kiss and both giggled with embarrassment staring at each other.

“Wow,” Tina finally said. “That was a real good bye kiss!”

Monica smiled at her. “You deserved it honey, for the great weekend you showed me. You know,” she added rubbing her sisters exposed sides with her hands, “Robert is really lucky. You look like such a sexy, little tramp.”

Tina felt a soft glow in her head from the compliment.

“After I leave, you should just fuck his brains out this week; just let him use up that hot body of yours till you can’t even think anymore.”

Tina giggled and rubbed her hands on her sister’s warm, silky sides, mirroring the affection. “You know what? I think I may do just that! You know, sis, I guess I am just trying to keep up with you. You’re such a hot, sexy, bitch.”

They leaned forward and kissed again, soft and slow and sensual. Finally Tina said, “Hey you better go now before we become lovers!” she laughed at her joke. Monica did too.

Tina went back in her house and jumped on the sofa. What a great week she said to herself reflecting back on the visit. The beach, shopping, movies…man that was just so much fun!

She thought about their extended goodbye kisses. What was up with that? It seemed almost kinky now, looking back on it. But she loved her sister so very much and she did look and feel pretty nice! She blinked slowly, staring at her hot young legs as she tried to think about the hazy, fun week she had just had with Monica. Monica had called her a hot sexy tramp! Wow, her sis had never talked like that before, at least not to her! She looked at her legs again, then up to her adorable tummy. She ran her hands over her thighs, then her stomach. But Monica was right. She did look like a sexy, little tramp. So hot and so open for use.

She had never thought of herself as a sex object before, she always respected herself more than that, but now, suddenly it seemed fun to view herself that way. She must be really growing up into a real woman, she reasoned. No longer just an innocent girl anymore. A real college girl growing into a woman. It made her feel all warm and nice.

Tina opened the buttons on her cut off jeans and slid her fingers inside. Mmmmm, I do look so hot. Like some wild bitch she thought with a wanton giggle. Her pussy jumped nicely like a trained dog on command. Tina closed her eyes and could almost see some green and purple lights running behind her eyelids. It looked really cool; she didn’t know what it was but she found she liked it…a lot. I should call Rob. Let him just fuck me silly. She moaned, softly, enjoying these great new fantasies.

She rubbed some more and thought about how hot Monica had looked today. How soft she felt, how sweet her wet lips had tasted. She couldn’t believe how fucking sexy and horny she felt kissing her with their little girlish hands rubbing each other’s waists. She wished Monica could stay another week, a month, a year. She was close to orgasm. Suddenly a new thought seemed to emerge from the pretty colors and fill her soft, pliable, buzzing mind, Or maybe I will head off to one of those strip clubs and watch one of those gorgeous, slutty, bad girl dancers strut their bodies on stage. They look so sexy.

She stuck a finger on the lips of her partially opened mouth. “And if I am a really bad little girl, take one home with me. She giggled at the audacity of her fantasy. That thought made her come hard, harder than she ever remembered. Her body, her clothes and the couch were soaked in her sweat. While she came, the colors seemed to leap out strong, filling her mind and body with sexy, electric pulses that traveled down from her brain, to her chest, her cunt and legs, baking each part slowly.

After she came down from that great orgasm, she walked languidly over to the mirror on rubbery legs, her ass and arms swaying to some hidden beat pulsing in her brain, to check herself out. As she admired herself, she broke out into a wicked, lazy, dreamy grin. Her eyes seemed glassy and stoned. She kept looking at herself, loving it all, taking it all in. The more she looked at herself, the more she realized Rob would not be the answer for tonight. She wanted to look at hot, wild girls. The strip club called to her. She had never been interested in girls in the least bit till now. She frowned at her refection. Why now all of a sudden? She stared at herself for the longest time, thinking about it. Once again, the answer came to her: It’s all a part of growing up. Becoming what every hot girl like you should be. Hot sexy, tramps hang with hot sexy tramps. She rubbed her tit and giggled. I think tonight you’re going to try something new…you sexy, bitch!”

Chapter 4

Monica broke the speed limit all the way home. She just couldn’t get her mind off the ‘reward’ her Master would bestow on her mind and body for a job well done with Tina. She was finally going to get her head tuned up for the first time ever! The pet was actually going to absorb part of her intellect and personality and replace it with the colors!! Her pussy leaked the whole trip.

Monica ran up the hallway lugging her suitcase moving like wild rushing like her life depended on it. She threw it on the bed then started to take her tee shirt off. But she was trembling so hard her arms cramped up. Frustrated she simply tore at the shirt, ripping it off her body. She then popped the button on her jean shorts and slid out of them, wiggling her ass, stumbling around. Her exertions left her panting. She approached the suitcase smiling and giggling. “Ok lover, I am ready for you! I need my reward!”

She whipped it open and looked at her Master. It immediately started to glow. Monica watched the sexy colors for a moment then slowly sat on the bed, turning her back to the creature as it commanded. It scrambled out of the suitcase, attached itself to her back and moved up to her neck. The desperate girl gasped every time a limb touched her flushed skin as it climbed aboard its very willing human ride. Her body felt electrified as the pet mounted her.

It hugged the back of her head and perched its body on her like a crown atop the shaking girl. Two of its limbs curled around her breasts and the other moved down the middle of her back and rested in her ass cleft. Monica got a new idea. She rose up and started to walk to her mirror. But her thighs and pussy kept undulating and clenching uncontrollably, her legs and abs were quivering beyond control as every beautiful muscle in her shapely body screamed for the promised tuning. She felt dizzy and warm and totally floating in disorientation. She staggered, stumbled and almost fell. She laughed drunkenly at her loss of bodily control. She couldn’t make it on her own volition. At the last moment the pet started to glow and its limb plunged into her slick ass, very deep. With the sheer force of its mental and physical control of the horny, hypnotized slave flesh, it forced the young girl’s body erect. Monica slowly, robotically continued to move towards the mirror under the pet’s auspices.

Finally she was there. The long awaited tuning was about to begin and the pleasure-addicted girl’s brain and body were begging for it.

The pet increased the tempo and brightness of the purple and green colors. All kinds of new ideas flooded Monica’s pleasure over loaded brain. She knew she was about to get her first, luscious taste of total subjugation. It would be the first of many times she would literally have pieces of her mind, her personality permanently absorbed and removed by her lover and then replaced by a part of it’s own desires and influences. Over time and many such tunings, the old Monica would cease to exist and a new, better one would emerge to replace her. She would become just a husk, an empty flesh shell that would exist only to feed the pet and think it’s thoughts. She would become an extension of the pet. It was just too good to be true. The controlled slave knew she would savor every single mind fuck her lover had in store. She wished this was her hundredth brain tuning, not the first.

Monica gazed longingly at her perfect, tanned sweating body and the pet on her head giving off the light that she had come to understand was the essence of what she was. Familiar, erotic, very sexy thoughts once again saturated her gooey brain. How much she desired to be some empty shell to be fucked, used, consumed and eventually destroyed. Ever since she was just a little girl playing with dolls, she had wanted to be raw material to be controlled and victimized: A wet, mindless, beautiful, sexy body to be fucked and manipulated; just a huge, wet, human cunt with no desires but to serve. And now, today, her perfect lover, her Master, the best thing that ever happened to her, was going to take the first glorious step in granting her that wish. Monica’s whole body jolted like it had never done before. It felt like her muscles were going to explode out of her skin. Lightning bolts of green and purple exploded in her mind. She mewled incoherently like a brainless animal.

The pet’s appendage slowly moved under her ass, between her thighs and closer to her pussy. Her pussy began to burn up like fire. It was a strange, weird kind of heat she had never felt before. A cold fire. It felt glorious. Her gaze looked down the mirror to see what was going on with her cunt. What she saw was so very sexy. Like they had a vulgar, dirty mind of their own, her pussy lips literally opened up; slowly, slickly peeling back like a flower seeking morning sun! And Monica could feel them actually peel back on their own. The sensation was incredible. It felt so very good. She realized the soft lips on her pretty pussy where just like the rest her: changed, not her own. Now, just very horny and ready; controlled, needful flesh, so available to the commands and desires of her user. Her mind so fucked, so weak that another stronger, better, superior mind ran her body for her.

Her breasts heaved and lurched with each husky out of control breath that blew through her slack mouth. Incredibly, even they seemed to swell; all swollen and thick with lust and blood. Her nipples were growing before her eyes, like living tumors determined to expand. A full inch and a half they peaked. Monica watched them in the mirror as they throbbed and quivered in delight. Then she felt it happen down below. Her clit just seemed to explode in warmth. Monica’s empty eyes traveled down her beautiful body ever so slowly to see what the pet was doing to her pussy now. When she saw it, she giggled and panted uncontrollably. Her lips and the muscles in her neck twitched and jolted. She had been right! Her clit was expanding like a balloon! It was now at least 5 times the size she had ever seen it, engorged in her hot blood and taking in even more as she watched. It was actually pulsating! Writhing and dancing lewdly like some bloated, sex-starved worm; jumping around like Tom’s cock used to when she played with it.

Monica had a fun, sluggish sexy thought and giggled dirtily. A..aaaa f..after a f…fe..few more..t…t..tunings..m…my…cl..clit..will b…be bigger..than..a…c…c..c…cock. It was so full of blood, so heated up, so excited to have the pet’s limb just an inch away; it was lurching wildly out of control. It seemed to be straining, reaching for the pets’ limb, quivering and shaking with desire, sucking up more blood in an attempt to reach its Master. For Monica, watching her clit, so engorged, so hungry and warped out of its normal shape, so desperate for the pet’s touch, it was the hottest, sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Juice poured out of her controlled cunt like a faucet. She couldn’t believe she could produce so much. It was running down her legs in streams just soaking her legs. Her clit and quivering nipples looked so hot, like they had minds of their own…and they wanted to be used. Ahhh fuck thought the dazed, hypnotized girl, It even tells my fucking dirty cunt and b..b..boobs what to do…..it just ….r…runs..a…eve..every..p…part of …m..me..now..

The pet now had Monica’s body and mind primed and ready for more pleasure. Her first tuning now continued with even more force.

Her head lolled back and forth like she was some rag doll being turned from side to side. She got a strong command to open her eyes and look at her self again. She gazed into the mirror at herself, her eyes as big and empty as a sparkling clean dinner plate. Suddenly the pet exploded with light, at the same time, the tip of the appendage moved that last inch and nuzzled her throbbing, puffed clitoris. Her pussy exploded on her. It was the feel of a million orgasms stuffed in her swollen nub. The orgasm was like a needle prick in her pussy, the needle prick of an atomic bomb of pure exploding pleasure. Soon the power of that blast oozed out of her pussy, then down her thighs, to her heaving stomach, then up her spine and back to her chest, finally entering her brain at the same time the light poured into her eyes completing the circuit of pleasure. She fell against the mirror, her face up close, just an inch away. She watched her pupils expand to almost the size of her eye, then contract to a pinpoint. Then they kept doing it again and again with the cadence of blasts of color exuding from the pet and the rapturous spasms of every muscle in her body. As this happened, the creature reared back its appendage and held it for a moment. Monica whimpered in lusty anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Then it plunged it deep and hard into Monica’s soaking pussy. It plunged in like a sword through butter. Monica’s mind and body melted in orgiastic ecstasy. The long, hard, rough fucking of the enthralled girl’s pussy had begun.

Monica felt sensations like she could not imagine. It felt like purple and green lava was pulsating from her brain through every nerve and vein in her body, and along the way, everything it touched set off a fire of perfect orgasm in every molecule of her body. She could feel the pet absorbing and eating a small part of her mind. Taking for itself a part of her will, her personality, and her memories, everything that made her Monica. And she could feel it replace that small, missing piece with the pretty purple and green colors she adored and lived for. She could feel this happen with every powerful, sensual thrust of the pet’s limb into her needy, begging cunt. It was now hammering her pussy like some living pneumatic drill, over and over, harder and harder with tremendous power and force. Her cunt felt like a wet, hot well being dug into her shaking body.

Her brain felt numb, like a piece of wet, sticky hot gum as it was molded to the image the pet desired. The beginning steps for a new, better Monica. For the slave the sensation was pure bliss and heaven, the reward better than she ever could have prayed for. She was sacrificing her mind for her master. Her face fell forward again against the mirror, drool was pouring down her mouth onto her neck and breast, mixing with her hot sweat. Her pupils kept up their contractions and dilations, moving faster and faster, her brain sizzled like it was cooking up in an oven of precious colors. She could almost smell her personality burning up in the fire her brain had become. The creature suddenly pulled back, her arms swaying limply at her sides, her long corded neck rocking side to side with her head, her back arched and chest thrust out. The pet wanted her to stand just like this. As she stared numbly at her adorable self, she could see flashes of purple and green actually inside her pupils during their expansions. With her last bit of awareness, she marveled at how perfect she looked at this moment. How cool and sexy and controlled she looked. Like a soft, curvy, gorgeous, pretty meat puppet, so strong of body, so weak of mind, moving to the invisible, implacable, mental strings of her stern, cold, uncaring owner. No thought, no consciousness, just hot, sweaty, horny flesh moving so perfectly graceful and lustful on the strings that commanded her body. How used, dirty, cheap and worthless she felt, how totally fucked, fried and burnt her mind was. She wanted to look like this and feel like this always. She could feel another jolt coming on fast as the appendage kept tearing her pussy up, harder and faster with each hungry thrust. Her clit and nipples danced their sexy moves again, then the next, huge orgasm hit and she could think no more at all.

She laid in bed, nude, her beautiful lover cradled gently in her arms. It glowed softly for her, intimately, the light reflecting off her pretty, blank face and her serene, placid brown eyes. One appendage was slowly, softly, rhythmically plunging completely into her ravenous pussy. One was up her ass, working it over. As the one in her cunt pulled back, the other would bury itself in her stretched anus. The two appendages worked Monica’s two holes in perfect, synchronized harmony. The third was nuzzling at her round breasts. Her clit and nipples were still engorged and extended by inches, quivering and dancing, responding perfectly to the pet’s dirty, lusty, hypnotic tunes.

As Monica lay in bed, hot, dirty, delicious thoughts flowed into her baking brain with each alternate thrust up her ass or pussy. She so worshipped the pet. More than she ever imagined since it drained and filled a part of her mind earlier that evening. Everything about the creature was perfect. Just completely perfect. That fact gave her mind and body a huge sexual thrill that would never subside. She loved how it tricked and used her mind and body ‘til she was helpless in its grasp. She adored it’s duplicity and how it made her kill Bob, destroy the man she loved (what was his name?) and set Tina on the road to complete servitude. And what made her needy, young body hornier than anything, what sent her brain into warm, wet, tingly heights of ecstasy was the knowledge that the pet held her in complete disregard. That it cared not one single bit about her. It never really had. It had lied to her the whole time it was taking her over. It had lied and used her like the meaningless object she was. That It would control and use up her mind and strong, beautiful body over the coming years and then get rid of her like piece of garbage as soon as she was no longer of any use. It was that single fact she loved about the pet more than anything else. It was that last, so totally erotic, desired and lusted after end to her useful service to the pet that Monica knew from now on would fire endless bouts of masturbation or sex with Jenny, Sandra and her Master. That lovely thought of the day it would dispose of her like the big, fat nothing she was turned her on like nothing in her life had ever had before.

She loved how her pussy lips now actually peeled themselves back to let her huge clit spring free to throb and swell. It looked like some possessed, lusty worm that needed constant stroking and stimulation. So did the ever-quivering nipples on her tits. They looked so gorgeous in their desire and obedience to the pet. It made her feel so fucking owned and sexy. Like the dirty, useless bitch she knew she was. Her nipples and pussy were so out of control now, just needing to be near pet. She adored how helplessly responsive they were to the pet. How hopelessly responsive her whole body and mind were. She hoped someday, someday soon, when enough of her was used up and gone, when she was filled with more of the addictive, sweet colors, her clit and nipples would always stay like that: like permanent living, trembling, swollen flesh tattoos of obedience to the pet. She couldn’t get the new thought or image out her fevered mind. How cool and slutty and controlled it would make her feel to strut and sashay around all day and night naked or in tight clothes, her pussy lips jacked wide open on their own, her clit forever huge, inflamed, pulsing and throbbing, dancing in dirty pleasure, her nipples extended out like fleshy rockets, hard as stone with blood and quivering and writhing 24 hours a day.

Maybe someday, when she was even more tuned to the influence of the pet, perhaps all her pussy and entire tits would move and shake on their own in sexual homage to their Master.

Her huge, unblinking, eyes, making unending love to the pets intoxicating light sparked with purple and green flashes, her abs, hard thighs and muscular stomach contracted, her clit and nipples wiggled and quivered and she came again and again as she savored her brand new desire. In her post orgasmic daze, her baked, happy mind slowly decided that one day, her pet would give her that present: her entire boobs and pussy quivering in their own in lust. Could anything be sexier? She wondered.

She loved the pet so much. She wished it had a name, a real name. Suddenly, as if on cue, a name just seeped out of her programmed mind and came to her. She had the perfect name for a lover she needed as much as the pet! She would call it Tom! For some reason she just loved that name, though she didn’t know why. It just sounded nice. She felt as though she could marry Tom and spend her whole life fucking, feeding and serving him. Build a perfect, blissful life with it by sacrificing all she was to him. At the thought, an innocent, sweet smile creased her lips on her relaxed, face: the smile of a happy bride. The empty, crooked, drunken smile slowly began to etch across the zoned out slave’s face. The pretty young girl was so lost, so completely engulfed in her pet controlled, wet dream world that it took over five minutes for the smile to reach its final width.

Welcomed, strong thoughts filled her relaxed brain with increasing rapidity: beautiful, sexy, naughty, wetly erotic thoughts of submission and being used. Thoughts of what she was becoming and what she would become under her lover’s gentle guidance, patience and caring. How perfect she would end up. Someday soon, she would just be a part of it. Just the blank fuck machine slave programmed to serve and feed. She thought of all the bad things she would do to herself; that it would do to her. That it would force her soft, empty mind to do. She imagined what a bad, sexy, evil bitch she would be. And even more exciting, more sexually stimulating than anything else, she dreamt of all the bad, sexy evil things she would do to other people who had come to be in her young life and would in the years ahead.

As those thoughts poured into her eager, parched brain like fresh, life saving water, as her body twitched and jumped, as she moaned again and again, her lips kept forming pleasurable pink, moist Os, she whispered, “Mmmm….fuck me…use me…waste me….” as the wet stain on her bed sheet grew bigger and bigger from her pussy juice and sweat. Monica came for another of the hundred times she would through the long, perfect, dreamy night with Tom, the love of her life.

The End.

Note: This story is a sequel of the graphic novel “Bedroom Pet”.

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My daughter goes on a date in a tiny skirt and a fishnet bodysuit.

Fbailey story number 206

Fishnet Bodysuit

It had been a very hard decision for me to let my fourteen-year-old daughter to go out on her first date but it had been because of my wife constantly bitching at me for two weeks beforehand.

Why was I so concerned? Because Tammy had the biggest tits in her school, including all of the teachers that I had seen too. At fourteen years old and only in the eighth grade she was already wearing a 32-C bra. She was five feet two inches tall and weighted ninety-five pounds and fifteen of those pounds were just her tits. Even grown men would say, “Oh my God” whenever Tammy would come into view.

I knew that Tammy was destined to have big tits because her mother had them at her age too. Now at thirty-one years old my wife was wearing 36-DD bras and they were even tight on her. Maybe you caught the fact that my wife was thirty-one and that our daughter was fourteen meaning that she had Tammy when she was just seventeen and that I had gotten her knocked up at sixteen. We had been very lucky because we had been fucking around since she was thirteen years old and I was sixteen. Guess what, Tammy’s fourteen and her date is sixteen years old. It was like Déjà Vu all over again.

That Friday afternoon I was not very happy at all. I came home from work and was told to order a pizza for myself because the girls were getting ready for the big date. I ordered a pizza but I went to pick it up myself. I picked up a case of beer on the way home too. I ate two pieces of pizza and drank three beers by the time my wife came down the stairs to announce to me that my daughter was going to come down the stairs. Such fanfare for a first date!

Then as Cinderella descended the staircase at the ballroom Tammy appeared to me. She was naked and wearing a tiny skirt that a four-year-old could have worn. She was smiling as she came right down and stood before me as I sat in my favorite chair. She was wearing a fishnet bodysuit that covered absolutely nothing at all. Her breasts were fully visible and her hard nipples were poking out through the holes. Her skirt was just about four or five inches long. It was way below her belly button and it just barely covered her crotch. I couldn’t help it I just had to reach out and lift her skirt up an inch to see if she was wearing any panties. No she wasn’t and her pussy had been shaved. All I could do was wonder what to hell had taken so long to get her ready for her date.

I asked her, “Is this what you are planning to wear out on your date tonight?”

Tammy answered, “Yes. I think it’s sexy.”

I asked, “Do you realize that your tits are not covered and that your pussy is mostly visible too?”

Tammy replied, “Yes I know. That was the whole purpose for wearing this outfit.”

I said, “So you expect me to let you go out of the house naked like that.”

Tammy said, “Yes.”

So I looked at my wife and said, “I suppose this is okay with you too then?”

My wife replied, “Yes it is.”

I said, “Well then if she can go out of the house naked like that, then I suppose that she can be naked inside the house as well. And so can you.”

Both my wife and my daughter said okay and then the doorbell rang. I answered it and there was Brian her sixteen-year-old date. I watched his eyes pop out of his head when she came into his view. Tammy took his arm, said goodbye, and started out the door.

I told him, “You WILL have her home by eleven o’clock and you WILL walk her to the door.”

The young man said, “Yes, Sir.”

It was only eight o’clock and I knew full well that I wouldn’t be able to calm down until she was back home again in three hours. My wife went upstairs and came back down in a few minutes. She was naked, as we had agreed.

She smiled at me and said, “A deal is a deal. Thank you for letting her go out like that.”

It had been a long time since my wife had paraded around the house naked for me and I kind of liked it. I grabbed her big tits, I fingered her wet pussy, and I had her sit on my lap as I watched television. It was just like old times. We kissed, we touched, and we even made love on the couch. Time actually flew by, the front doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. There stood Brian’s mother, Cynthia, and Tammy.

Cynthia said, “We need to talk.” Then she barraged by me and went into the living room. There was my naked wife sitting on the couch. She wasn’t even trying to cover herself up. Cynthia looked at her and said, “Oh my God. How do you keep from falling over with those things? No wonder your daughter has such big tits and wants to show them off.”

My wife stood up, got in Cynthia’s face, and said, “She only dressed like that to please your son. He told her to dress just as daring as she could so that he could impress his friends. Her tits are that big because my tits are this big. Plus I am naked because that was the price that Tammy and I had to pay to my husband so that he would allow her to leave the house in that outfit tonight.” She looked at Tammy and said, “Now strip young lady and start paying your father back.” My wife watched as Tammy dropped her skimpy little skirt, removed the fishnet bodysuit, and then sat down on the couch. My wife turned to Cynthia and asked, “So what were you in such a huff about?” Then she sat next to Tammy on the couch.

Cynthia sat in my chair and started, “Well Brian managed to block Tammy from my view as they got in the car and again at the mall when they got out. Tammy made sure to keep her back to me too. I hadn’t even gotten out of the mall parking lot when I got a call from Brian telling me to come back and get them. Two security guards had stopped them at the entrance and told them to leave. I was going to bring her straight home but then I figured that I would let her spend the three hours with Brian, as she had wanted too. So I took her to my home. My husband and I watched them make out on the couch for over two hours before bringing her here. I saw just about all of her naked ass that I cared too. My husband certainly enjoyed her big tits though. That’s for sure. My son on the other hand couldn’t keep his hands or lips off from her. I would not let Brian come with us because I figured that he would fuck her in the car given half a chance. Tammy has both my son and my husband so worked up that I doubt that either one of them will get rid of their erections before I get back home.”

Cynthia smiled at Tammy and said, “Please don’t misunderstand me dear I hope my husband does to me tonight that he really wants to do to you.”

Then Cynthia smiled at my wife and said, “If it works out the way I hope it will, would you mind if I borrow her again sometime?”

She then turned toward me and said, “You certainly have two very beautiful and very well endowed women in your wife. It must be hard to deny them anything. I came over here tonight to see what kind of a man would allow his daughter to go out of the house naked like that. Then as I was driving over here I couldn’t help but think about the loving that I was going to get when I got back home.”

I offered her a beer and then I had my wife go fetch us a couple. Cynthia must have noticed the cum dripping down my wife’s leg because she turned to me and said, “I have bisexual tendencies and I just spent the last two hours watching my son making out with your daughter. The whole time I wished that it were me. Then I saw your magnificent wife. Would you mind if I licked your cum from her inner thighs?”

It was a dream come true. I replied, “No. Not at all. Help yourself.”

When my wife returned with our beers I watched as she opened up her knees even before Cynthia got to her. Cynthia knelt down on the rug and licked along her inner thighs as if it were an all-day sucker. Soon her face was buried in my wife’s pussy gobbling up the real stuff that I had deposited in there. I watched Cynthia wiggle her ass around in her tight miniskirt as she ate my wife. I don’t know what came over me but my pants came off and I was kneeling between Cynthia’s legs lowering her panties so that I could slip my cock into her. Tammy reached over to lift Cynthia’s skirt up for me. My cock slipped into her so easily that I thought she had been recently fucked too however I knew that it had just been the excitement of her staring at my naked wife as we had talked. Wow! She sure could get excited. I was giving her exactly what she was craving, a hard cock. Cynthia pushed her ass back at me hard and pulled my wife’s ass to the very edge of the couch at the same time opening her up even wider. Cynthia used her fingers, her lips, and her tongue on my wife’s pussy as I fucked her. I was pleased that I had cum in my wife earlier because I would hate to cum too quickly in this woman.

Not to be left out Tammy started playing with her mother’s tits and sucking on her nipples like she used to when she was a baby. Tammy reached down to play with Cynthia’s tits too through her blouse and her bra. Tammy was playing around. She was unbuttoning Cynthia’s blouse and removing it then unhooking her bra and removing that too. Soon my daughter was on the floor under Cynthia’s breasts going at it strongly. I smiled thinking that Cynthia was pleasing my whole family sexually at the same time.

As my wife hit her second orgasm I filled Cynthia with my cum. Tammy got on the edge of the couch and pulled Cynthia’s face into her pussy next. Tammy told her that she needed some relief too. After all she was the one that had gone to the mall topless and made out with her son the whole night while her husband had stared at her. Then at home she was now required to be naked in front of me. Of course she was horny. As Cynthia was satisfying my daughter my wife got down on the floor behind her and started to lick Cynthia’s pussy. She gave it a taste and then she smiled at me before going back at it. What a sight to behold. Soon my wife rolled onto her back, Cynthia squatted down onto her face, and Tammy scooted forwards some more.

When Tammy looked at my erection she said, “Daddy if you stand up here on the couch I can suck that for you.”

Cynthia lifted her head and asked, “Tammy are you a virgin?”

Tammy answered, “I was until I went over to your house Tuesday when you weren’t there.”

Cynthia sat back on my wife’s face and said, “Tell me all about it.”

Tammy said, “Well like I said you weren’t there. Your husband dared me to let Brian fuck me while he watched. He wanted me to get down like a dog with Brian behind me and then he got under my tits and sucked them just like I did to you while daddy was fucking you from behind. Then since he wouldn’t fuck me he asked me to give him a blowjob so I did. That’s when he dared me to go out tonight naked.”

Cynthia said, “I figured something was wrong when I got home that night. That’s why I wouldn’t let him drive you and Brian to the mall tonight. So it was my husband’s idea for you go out like that. I’ll kill him.”

I pushed Cynthia’s face back into Tammy’s pussy and said, “Why not do to Tammy what your husband wants to do to her?”

My wife came up for air and said, “Better yet, spend the night with us and tell him all about it when you get home tomorrow night. That way you can spend the whole day with us too.”

I patted Cynthia on her ass and said, “I hope you like to be naked. It’s a new house rule.”

Cynthia asked, “Where do I get to sleep?”

Tammy replied, “With mommy. I think daddy wants to sleep with me tonight.” Then Tammy pulled my cock closer until it was in her mouth and she was sucking on it.

I smiled thinking of what I was going to do to Tammy and Cynthia that weekend. Cynthia wasn’t going home Saturday night either. She just didn’t know it yet.

The End
Fishnet Bodysuit
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Part four – Hide-n-peep (1), Play date with Amber (2), Play date with Amber part II (3)

The day after:

I heard a knock on the door. It was Amber. I propped myself up on my elbow and rubbed my eyes. She ran in and jumped on the bed with me. She started to kiss me and she grabbed my morning wood. I slept in the spare bedroom between Amber’s and her parents’ room. I kissed her back then pushed her away frightened, “What are you doing? Your parents…”
She cut me off mid sentence, “My parents went to the mall. I told them you and I were going to Kelly’s to play soccer and to keep the house quiet so Jason could sleep. Kelly’s parents are out of town until Wednesday at some wedding.”
“What if Jason needs something?”
“I left him a note with my cell phone number on it. He’ll be fine. Come on, lets go.”
“I don’t wanna play soccer.”
“We’re not really going to play soccer. I just told them that. That’s what I say when I’m going over there to watch her dad’s movies. This time I want you to come with me.”
“Why me? I’m your little brother’s friend. You girls don’t want to hang out with me.”
“Hell yes we do. Especially after last night. I told Kelly about it and she definitely wants to hang out with you.”
“WHAT?? You told Kelly? Great.” I was getting mad. “Why would you tell someone else what we did? That was our secret Amber.”
Slow down Brett. Don’t worry. Kelly and I have so many secrets with each other. I’m sure she wont tell anyone. Trust me.”
“OK, but if you’re wrong, we’re in deep shit. You know that right?”
In a calming voice, Amber grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t worry. You have nothing to worry about. No one will ever know. Get up and get dressed. I’m gonna go change and I’ll meet you downstairs.” She kissed me and walked out of the room.
Amanda apparently doesn’t wear underwear at home. As she walked away, I could see straight through those white shorts. I hurried and got dressed, noticing that she didn’t close her door all the way. As I walked past her room, I peered in through the cracked door. She was putting on some other soccer shorts (I guess so her parents really thought she was playing soccer) and a light pink tank top – I could clearly see her nipples through it. She looked at the door and smiled. “I knew you would be watching. Do you like what I’m wearing?” She arched her back and ran her fingers through her hair holding it up in a pony tail, knowing that would push her firm breasts out.
“Yeah, I like it a lot. You look so hot. Sorry I was watching.”
“Don’t worry. I’m glad you like it because Kelly will have the same thing on.” Kelly was taller than amber by an inch or two with highlighted Brown hair. She had the same skinny/athletic build as Amber. I had no idea what was going to happen at Kelly’s house. “You ready? Lets get in the car.” She grabbed her bag and we got in her car.
Amber and I were on our way to Kelly’s house. I asked Amber what we were going to do. All she said was that we would have fun. More fun than last night. My imagination ran wild. Thinking about the possibilities of the day and looking at Amber made my cock grow. She is sitting there, short shorts, tight, almost see-through shirt, with the seat belt running between her firm tits accenting their size. Amber caught me staring at her. “What?” she asked.
“Nothing. You look so good. Its hard for me to keep my hands off you.”
“Apparently that’s not the only thing that hard for you. Give me your hand.” I gave it to her and she put it in her lap close to her crotch, making sure my fingers were right against her shorts in her crotch. I started to rub her smooth, tanned leg up and down. Each time my hand got close to her pussy, I would brush it with my pinky finger. I could see her nipples getting harder as she started to bite her lip. “Mmmmm,” she moaned softly trying to keep her eyes open. The next time I ran my hand up to her crotch, I slipped my fingers in her shorts.
“I’m not complaining, but do you ever wear underwear?” I asked as my fingers met her bald, wet pussy.
“Sometimes. Sometimes they just get in the way. I have a bra and panties in my bag for when we go back to my house.”
I nodded as I slid two fingers up and down her moist slit. Amber started to moan more as she spread her legs for better access for me. My cock, getting harder, was clearly visible through my shorts. She saw it and started to massage it with one hand while keeping that other one on the wheel. I leaned over and started to kiss and lick her neck. She squeezed my hard-on tighter. I removed my hand from her crotch and leaned on that arm on the center console. With my other hand, I reached up under her shirt and started to massage her large, firm tits. More moans came from her mouth. Still kissing her neck, she moved her hand under my shorts and slid them off so my dick stood freely at full attention. It’s a good thing her car windows are tinted otherwise the other cars would have gotten a great show. With my cock clear of any clothing, she began to stroke it. Slowly, up and down, twisting her hand in a spiral motion. Twisting up one way and down the other. It felt so good, now I was moaning in sync with Amber. I began to pinch her nipples and she slid forward on her seat, spreading her legs more, giving me an open invitation to her pussy. My hand slid down her chest, over her stomach, and into her shorts.
“My hand won’t fit with your shorts on.”
“Then do something about it,” she said between moans. She lifted her pelvis up. I slid my hand around the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down to her feet. She took her left foot out so she could still drive and spread her legs open. My hand slid up her inner thigh and landed right on her clit. I started rubbing her at the speed she was stroking my cock. We were getting close to Kelly’s house so I stuck two finger in the sopping pussy and twirling them around, feeling all over her insides. She stopped jerking my cock as we pulled onto Kelly’s street but I didn’t stop fingering her until we were in the driveway. Amber had to pull my fingers out of her so we could go inside.
I licked my fingers saying, “Mmmmm, that’s good.” She was totally flustered. I pulled my shorts up and got out of the car. I walked around to her door. She was sitting sideways on the seat with her shorts and feet on the ground.
“Now you have to put these back on me,” she said, looking up at me, adjusting her shirt. I knelt down, picked her foot up and pulled her shorts over it and started sliding her shorts on. When I got to her knees, I pulled her legs up, leaning her back, and gave her a couple of licks. She playfully pushed my head away saying, “You have to wait mister. You will have plenty of time to do that and more inside.” She stood up. Wiggling into her shorts, grabbed her bag, and we walked to the door.
Kelly must have been watching us since we pulled in because she was standing at the front door holding it open. She was a little flustered as well. She must have been masturbating because her shorts weren’t on right, her hair was messed up and her nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. Just like Amber said, she had on a too-small, pink tank top and small white satin shorts that didn’t quite cover her ass.
“Hi Brett,” Kelly said. “Amber told me a lot about you last night on the phone.” I think she could tell that I was a little nervous. “Relax champ. This will be our dirty little secret. Just us three. I won’t tell, I promise. Come on in you two.”
Kelly and Amber hugged. As Kelly turned around, Amber grabbed her ass and said, “See? She’s not wearing underwear either.” I let them both walk in front of me. From my view, they could have been twins. Tight, light-pink tank tops that accented their curves and their breasts. White, almost see-through short shorts that were at least a size too small. Both girls had their shorts riding up their ass and only about half of their asses were covered. I watched as I walked behind them to the living room. Kelly had the blinds down in the living room, part to make it easier to see the TV and part for privacy from the neighbors. I could hear them whispering, but I didn’t know what they were saying. I’m pretty sure Amber was telling Kelly more about last night or even the car ride over here because they were giggling and Kelly kept looking at my semi-erect cock.
I walked up behind Kelly, feeling a little more comfortable, put my hands on her hips, and then slid them around to the front, pulling her ass close to me. I was pressing my cock between her cheeks.
“Wow, Amber. You were right. That is pretty good sized,” said Kelly as her hand reached for my ass. She grabbed it pulling me farther into her ass. Her other hand took mine and guided it to her chest. Her tits were amazing. I thought Amber had a great rack; these were just as firm and a little bigger. Still perky without a bra. My cock was growing.
“Just wait Kelly, it gets bigger than that.”
Amber turned to kiss Kelly and my cock twitched in Kelly’s ass. “I think its doing that right now.”
Amber slid her hand between my cock and Kelly’s ass pushing us apart. “OK you two. We have movies to watch. Don’t get ahead of your selves. Who wants something to drink?”
“I’ll take some water. It’s already getting hot in here and we’ve only been here a couple of minutes.
Kelly said, “Yeah, me too.” She ran her hand through her hair turning to face me. She leaned in and kissed me and threw her arms around my neck. “You sure are cute! I guess I never noticed that before, but you also seem more mature than Jason and his other friends.” She pressed her pelvis against my hard-on and her tongue was going wild in my mouth. I returned the favor and my hands found their way to her ass. It was smaller than Amber’s, but still firm.
“Amber came back with three bottles of water, “Geez you guys! Do you not have any patience?”
“Sorry,” Kelly said. You were right. I felt his cock and now I want it. I know why you wanted to brig him over for movie day.”
“I told you. But you will have to wait. You know the rule.”
“What rule?” I asked.
“We’re not allowed to do anything sexual until after the first scene is over. That way the anticipation heightens and makes it better.”
“I know,” said Kelly. “But it’s hard.”
“Yeah it is,” I said, looking at my hard-on about to tear through my shorts.
“When did you become the jokester?” Amber asked. “Starting to lighten up a little are we? Well, have a seat mister.”
I sat on the middle cushion of the couch. So they would have to sit on either side of me. “Hold on, don’t start it yet. I’ll be right back.” Kelly ran to the kitchen and got a glass full of ice and ran back. Tits bouncing and smiles all the way. Kelly sat down next to me, hip-to-hip just like Amber was, and started to movie. “Nubile Nurses III” flashed on the screen. The typical hospital scene, not that it’s a bad thing. A guy on his back in bed covered up with a blanket or sheet. He calls for the nurse. She comes in to check on what he needs. She was about 18, the same age as Kelly and Amber, blonde hair, average tits, and the white doctor’s overcoat on. She had the white stockings and white high heels, and glasses to top off the ensemble.
“Ooohhhh, she’s cute,” said Kelly. “I’d fuck her.”
As the scene went on, I could feel Amber and Kelly fidgeting, just waiting for the scene to be over so they could play. It was almost over when Amber said, “Close enough,” and climbed over me. In the process of getting to Kelly, Amber made sure to stick her boobs in my face and rub her pussy on my cock through the shorts. She winked.
“OK,” Kelly said, and she rotated so her head was on the armrest and her feet were next to my ass on the couch, giving me a clear view of her crotch which was wet from her juicy pussy. Amber climbed on top of Kelly and was on her hands and knees. Her perfect ass was right there in my face. The two girls started to kiss each other. This was great. I sat there in awe watching them make out, looking at their barely-covered pussies. “Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to join us?” asked Kelly.
“I’m gonna join. I don’t know what to do. Last night was my first time. I’ve never seen two girls do it.”
Kelly comforted me as Amber kissed her neck, “Just do what you want Brett. Whatever you feel like doing to us or with us is fine. Have fun.”
“OK,” I replied nervously. I sat kind of sideways on the couch to face them and put my hands on Amber’s ass, rubbing and squeezing it. They kept kissing each other. I took one hand and moved it to Amber’s pussy and the other went to Kelly’s pussy. I started to rub both of them through their shorts. They began to moan lightly. Their Kissing became heavier and more passionate as my cock grew harder. Kelly pulled Amber’s shirt up but it still covered her tits. Then Kelly’s hand met mine on Amber’s pussy, but Kelly’s hand was under the shorts. I could only see two of Kelly’s fingers and her thumb, the other two were buried in Amber’s snatch. Amber had moved her foot to my lap and was playing with my dick. I removed my hands from their pussies and Amber sat up on her knees then stood on the floor, her shirt still pushed up to the bottom of her breasts. Kelly sat up and pushed me over so I was laying with my head on the other arm rest. She moved to her knees, put her hands on either side of me and looked up at Amber, “Now can I?”
“Be my guest, but save some for me,” she answered. Kelly started kissing my stomach, pushing my shirt up with one hand. Amber sat down behind Kelly and started to rub my cock through the shorts. Kelly sat me up, took my shirt off, and then laid me back down. She kept kissing up my chest, to my neck, then an open mouthed kiss. Slow and passionate at first. I couldn’t really tell, but Amber must have been rubbing Kelly’s pussy because she was moving and moaning a little more. I grabbed Kelly by the back of the head and held her mouth to mine as our tongues danced in each other’s mouth. My other hand slid her shirt up over her tits and I was rubbing, grabbing and pinching them as we kissed. Amber started to take my shorts off. She started to stroke my cock as I pulled Kelly’s shirt completely off. She was just as tan as Amber. Neither one had tan lines. Amber started to suck on my dick. Licking it up one side and down the other. She put my cock in her mouth and began to take me in. Kelly pulled her head up, looked down between us at Amber swallowing my shaft.
“That’s so hot honey,” she said to Amber.
Amber continued the oral assault on my rock-solid cock while Kelly climbed off of the couch. She went to the other end of the couch where the ice was, stopping at Amber’s head to kiss her and get a second hand taste of my meat pole. Kelly went behind Amber and peeled Amber’s shorts off. She started to kiss Amber on the ass, licking it and looking at me over Amber’s bobbing head. Kelly sat up on her knees over Amber and grabbed a couple of ice cubes. She rubbed them on her hot chest, making her shine and her nipples even harder. She bent her head down, grabbed her tits and started to lick the ice water off of them, playing with her nipples. Kelly bent back down, grabbed another ice cube and started to rub it on Amber’s ass. She slid it around her ass and down her crack. Kelly took the ice cube, smiling, and started to rub Amber’s ass hole with it. Amber started to go crazy. She was yelling and screaming, but never missed a beat while sucking my dick. Kelly lowered her head again and buried her face in Amber’s pussy. Amber, still sucking my rod, moaned with pleasure. I reached down, pulled Amber’s shirt off and pulled her toward me. She crawled up the couch so she was laying on me, my cock between her legs. Her tits were pressing on my chest, kissing me wildly. Kelly never let her mouth leave Amber’s pussy. Kelly grabbed my cock and stroked it. Kelly started to suck on my rod for a couple of pumps, then back to Amber’s wet slit. She went back and forth between the two for a minute. I started to kiss Amber at the base of her neck. Licking and kissing. Kelly was solely working my hard-on, bobbing up and down. I pulled Amber up so I could suck on her breasts. They tasted so good, like the lotion she put on. She didn’t let me suck on them long before she crawled up to put her pussy, still covered in Kelly’s spit, on my mouth. I stuck my tongue out as she lowered herself onto it. I sank my tongue deep inside her warm crease. I would pull my tongue out and lick her clit a couple of times then stick it back inside.
Amber climbed off my face and spun around to face Kelly. Amber sat back on my face, moaning, begging me not to stop.
“Kelly,” Amber said. “Come here.”
Kelly picked up her head, sat up on her knees and crawled up to sit on my crotch. She sat down, pressing my cock against my stomach. She was grinding on it back and forth. I could feel her juices dripping on my shaft. Amber got up off my face and sat on the arm rest above my head. I looked up at her. She nodded toward Kelly. I looked at Kelly’s beautiful body, grinding my cock, her hands on her head holding her hair and her eyes closed. Kelly leaned down to kiss me, tasting Amber’s pussy juice on my mouth. She kissed me hard as Amber rubber her own pussy. Amber leaned down, whispering in my ear, “I wanna watch you fuck her Brett. I’ve been thinking about seeing you fuck her since last night.”
“OK,” I said sarcastically. “Only if you want me to.”
“After I got in bed and called her, I got myself off thinking about you two. Now I want to see it.”
Amber got up and sat on the other couch. She put her feet up on the couch, fully exposing her wet pussy to us. She started to grab her nipples and finger her snatch. Kelly got up from kissing me, rubbing her tits, and said, “Amber, we can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She seemed worried.
“You haven’t taken my shorts off girl. I can’t stick this big cock in my pussy with my shorts there,” she said looking at Amber lustfully. Kelly stood up and went to the middle of the room to meet Amber. Amber turned around, her and Kelly facing away from me, and bent Kelly over so her hands were on the couch. Amber peeled the shorts off Kelly. As the shorts got down past Kelly’s ass, Amber got down so she was eye-level with Kelly’s wet, exposed pussy. As she slid the shorts down, Amber started to eat Kelly’s pussy. The shorts were on the floor, but Amber kept licking. She moved her tongue up and tickled Kelly’s ass hole. I almost blew my load right there.
Amber sat back on the couch, exposing everything to us as Kelly walked back over to me. She climbed back on the couch and positioned herself over my hard-on. She lowered herself onto me. It was hot inside her. My cock slid in without hesitation, she was so wet. I was locked in a stare with Kelly as she began to bounce up and down. Kelly looked at Amber, who was two fingers deep inside herself and grabbing her tits. Kelly and Amber both kept moaning louder and it turned into pleasurable screaming. I was in heaven. Kelly’s pussy was tightening up. She was close to cumming. I was close too. She started to ride my cock faster. I grabbed her tits and she started going crazy on my meat stick. She was grinding me hard and fast, and it only got faster.
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.
Amber and Kelly both screamed in ecstasy as Kelly’s pussy clamped down on my cock. She got off me and knelt with Amber on the floor. I stood up and finished ‘porn-star-style’ shooting my cum on their faces and chests.
I just had the biggest orgasm ever! I kept cumming and cumming. They took turns sucking my dick and licking and swallowing the cum off of each other.
“That was amazing,” Kelly and I said in unison. All three of us were so tired we got back on the couch, drank some water and laid down together.

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A sinister little creature is looking for a breeding partner

Bug Control
By Homealone_447

It was late at night and the janitor was almost done with his chores at the Center of Biological Research. As usual, he cleaned the containment room last because that place gave him the creeps. There were hundreds of glass containers with all kinds of small creatures that he had never seen anywhere else. Some of them looked like rodents, some other looked like insects but according to the janitor, they were all very ugly.

When the janitor was half way across the room, he saw that one of the containers was open. He hesitantly got closer, using his mop as an improvised weapon. The container was empty.

Good, one less ugly creature, he thought.

*****

Not far from there, a strange looking insect was climbing a wall, getting closer to an open window. The bug was the size of a rat, with a pale green exoskeleton, four thin legs, a scorpion-like tail and a couple of flexible antennas that look like small tentacles.

The creature used his sensitive antennas to follow a thin trail of CO2. With a little luck, this would lead the bug to a suitable target.

A few minutes later, the intruder was climbing silently on Miranda’s bed.

Miranda was a slender brunette with tanned, silky skin that contrasted perfectly with her beautiful green eyes. She was tired from a stressful day at the office and she didn’t feel anything when the creeping insect walked over the pillow, getting closer to her.

The bug touched her head slightly, testing, ready to run away in case it was necessary. Miranda shifted her position but didn’t wake up.

The creature moved one of its tentacle-like antennas closer to Miranda’s head. Then, with almost imperceptible movements, the proboscis entered her ear, careful not to disturb her.

When everything was ready, the bug emitted strange microwaves that dispersed within Miranda’s skull. The electrical signals that normally traveled through Miranda’s brain began to change. New neuronal connections replaced the old ones, creating new patterns of behavioral control that would fit perfectly to the insect’s requirements.

Miranda dreamed of herself. She was lying on her bed very still. It felt good to stay immobile for a while. From time to time, she heard a sweet lullaby song that her mom sang to her when she was little.

As the dim light of dawn filtered through the window, the bug retrieved its antenna from the woman’s ear and slowly moved away, searching for a safe place to hide during the day.

*****

One hour later, Miranda woke up feeling rested and energetic. She sat on her bed and for a second she felt a little dizzy. This odd feeling quickly went away.

Underneath the bed, the bug detected movement and started signaling.

Miranda heard some sort of cricket singing. For moment she thought it came from outside, but it was too loud, it sounded too close.

The cricket must be inside the room, she thought.

It didn’t sound like anything she had heard before. The singing echoed inside her head and a disturbing way, creating goose bumps all over her skin. She felt dizzy again and decided to search for the insect and get rid of it.

After a while of looking around the room, Miranda gave up trying to find the bug. She sat on the dresser, admiring on the mirror her new sexy underwear. She fixed her bra, briefly touching her nipple with her finger. Miranda let out a soft gasp from the blissful feeling that radiated from her breast. She hadn’t realized until now how aroused she was.

Miranda massaged her breast for a moment while her quiet moans mixed with the sound of the bug singing in the background.

The sexy woman moved her hand down; sliding beneath her panties and reaching her sensitive clitoris. Just the slightest touch sent a jolt of bliss that rippled across her entire body.

She rubbed her middle finger up and down along her soaked vaginal lips as her arousal increased every passing second. The bug’s song resounded louder in her head, almost in sync with her sighs of pleasure.

Miranda’s fingers moved faster and faster until her excitement reached the point of no return. There was nothing else that mattered in the world but the delightful feeling radiating from her pussy and the alluring sound of the bug echoing in her head. Her orgasm was so close now… she rubbed her clitoris one last time and…

“Aaaghh!!”

Miranda shuddered in mindless rapture, climaxing harder and more intensely than ever before. Her legs trembled out of control as her pussy twitched over and over with overwhelming intensity. The woman tried in vain to grab on to something, preventing her fall.

Moments later, she sat on the ground with a grin of satisfaction. It had been the best orgasm of her life and she didn’t even try so hard.

After she recovered, she walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The bedroom was silent now.

*****

Late in the afternoon, Miranda came back from work and began to undress. It was very strange that even out of the house; she thought she heard the cricket singing around her, as if it was inside of her head.

After a light snack, Miranda got ready for bed. She remembered the great orgasm she had in the morning and smiled. Maybe she could do it again tomorrow.

Not even five minutes after Miranda fell asleep, the bug climbed on her bed, approaching her body silently like the night before.

The bug extended its flexible limb, reaching Miranda’s head and probed into her ear. The transformation continued…

Miranda started to dream again. She saw herself lying on bed. The room was dark and something was moving around her. She could hear fingertips taping on the floor. She began to feel uneasy but she couldn’t move. She shouldn’t move. It was imperative to stay still. Suddenly, with no apparent reason, Miranda’s pussy twitched sending a pleasurable wave across her body. She began to relax. She started humming a song; the cricket’s song. Miranda lay peacefully for the rest of the night.

*****

The slim woman woke up the next morning to hear the bug already singing. But this time she wasn’t going to waste time trying to find it. She moved her hand down to her crotch and pushed a finger into her pussy.

Ten minutes later she arched her back while her eyes rolled back just an instant before she exploded in another mind-blowing climax. She grabbed the sheets tightly with one hand while the other continued to pump three fingers in and out her pussy until she completely lost control of herself. Her body bucked and shivered on the bed with spastic contractions as her head bobbed with the rhythm of the music played for her by the unseen bug.

Two minutes later Miranda was still unable to think clearly. Her body jolted softly every few seconds from the aftermath of her earth-shattering orgasm.

Only after she took a long shower, the wooziness faded away and she was able to go to work. This time, she almost couldn’t wait to come back home and lay on her bed again.

*****

One morning, after several days of following the same routine, Miranda was sitting on her dresser, listening attentively to the beautiful song of the bug. It had been two hours since she woke up and she was still deciding if she should go to work or stay here, in her room, enjoying the sound that made her feel so good.

Suddenly the song changed, a loud sound with a different pitch reverberated in the room, in her head, everywhere!

Miranda opened her eyes wide as her mind blanked out completely. She entered in a deep trance. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She just sat limply on the stool, waiting for something to fill the void in her head.

Slowly, the bug appeared from behind a pillow, moving to the center of the bed. Miranda couldn’t see it. She was staring forward with unblinking eyes in a slack face.

The bug lifted its head and made a finely tuned sound that traveled in the air and entered Miranda’s head. A thought formed in her subjugated mind…

“Stand up!”

Miranda stood up rigidly, like a robot, her wide open eyes still staring into nothing.

The bug made another sound that was instantly translated in the woman’s brain… “Come near me!”

Miranda walked closer to the bed.

The bug sent her another command… “Sit down and lie back!”

Miranda sat down and laid back.

Within the haziness or her enthralled mind, the tanned woman felt the bug’s tendrils touching her head, but far from feeling frightened, she enjoyed an unconscious anticipation.

The insect moved her agile antennas to each side of Miranda’s head and pierced both her ears. Immediately, the relentless microwaves reverberated from left and right, colliding in the middle of her brain and accelerating mind-bending process.

The void in her empty mind was suddenly filled with three words than made her nipples swell from elation. “You are host”

Miranda’s pussy twitched.

The words repeated over and over, resounding in her skull, down her breasts and ending in her twitching pussy.

“You are host”, twitch…

“You are host”, twitch…

Despite her expressionless face, Miranda’s whole body was shivering with a growing fire that followed the rhythm of the bug’s impulses.

It didn’t take long before Miranda reached her peak and exploded in climax. Her eyelids closed a little while her eyes rolled up completely. The rest of her body remained completely immobile, riding the forceful orgasm with rigid euphoria.

During this moment of bliss, any barrier that lingered in the woman’s mind was destroyed and the subduing process was completed. Now Miranda was at the absolute mercy of the bug.

With a sound that made perfect sense, the new slave was ordered to spread her legs.

She did.

The greenish insect climbed slowly onto her abdomen and walked backwards until it reached Miranda’s pelvis. Then it curved its scorpion-like tail, the ovipositor, aiming to the woman’s pussy, barely touching her warm outer labia. Miranda’s hips jolted involuntarily. The bug slid the appendage along her pussy, finding her tight vaginal cavity and penetrated her!

“Ahh!”, Miranda moaned.

The ovipositor entered the female’s body as deep as possible and without any hurry, started placing small, round, eggs directly into her womb.

When the impregnating process was completed, Miranda climaxed again. Her body shuddered spasmodically while the contractions in her pussy suctioned the last eggs further inside.

*****

The days passed and the bond between the bug and the woman grew stronger every day, just as her belly grew bigger with the embryos developing inside of her.

Several times a day, the insect climbed Miranda’s body to reinforce the connection. The woman’s pussy was already jolting even before the bug pushed its antenna into her ear.

Finally, the gestation period was completed. Miranda could feel the unborn insects moving inside of her, pushing their way down her uterus and sliding along her vaginal cavity, stretching so delightfully that she wished they could stay inside of her forever.

But the newly developed bugs were eager to get out. A slimy substance leaked from Miranda’s pussy while the first creature revolved between her outer labia, increasing the woman’s arousal even more.

When the first bug glided down to the floor, Miranda was already shivering from her first orgasm. The second unborn insect rubbed her inner walls urgently, following his brother. This prolonged Miranda’s climax that would not end until the last bug was out of her contorting body.

*****

A few days later, Miranda was in her living room having a cheerful conversation with her best friend Sarah, a cute blond that work with her at the office.

Sarah was drinking a special drink that Miranda had prepared for her and she wondered why there were so many crickets singing so loud nearby, as if they were inside the house.

Moments after she finished her drink, the drugs kicked in and everything became blurry.

*****

Now Sarah was lying on Miranda’s bed. Her blue eyes stared into the ceiling, unblinking, empty. Her receding mind was struggling to understand what was happening to her. She could feel the tiny tendrils plugged into her ears and she could hear a persistent echo that seemed to seduce her.

Sarah’s nipples were about to burst from the excitement. She wasn’t sure if this overwhelming blissful feeling was originated by the beautiful sounds that reverberated in her head or by the fact that Miranda was attached to her pussy, licking her clitoris like a true expert.

In any case, it didn’t matter. By the end of the day, Sarah’s only source of pleasure would be to mindlessly obey the bugs.

She would be host.

Sarah climaxed.

The end.

Note from the author: There is a free graphic (CGI) version of this story. You can get it here http://www.3dmonsterstories.com/FreeBugControl/index.html

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Another story I found years ago. Again, not one of mine.

Megan had been there only four days and already she was
home-sick.

It hadn’t been her idea to go to a boarding school in
Europe, but with her diplomat father sent to the Middle
East and her mother dead there was little real alternative.

Still, things here were so different than at home. The
girls seemed far more mature, more sophisticated. Not only
that but, in this all girl school, there seemed to be a
strange acceptance of lesbianism. Megan had seen a number
of girls holding hands, hugging kissing in the corners of
the library, and had heard some very ob-scene discussions
in the showers.

The showers.

She had put off taking a shower for the first two days, but
had finally reconciled herself to it. She’d never taken a
shower with other girls before, not being the athletic
type, and had found the first occasion mortifying.

The second time had been unnerving, but slightly less
embar-rassing. After all, the other girls seemed to take it
for granted, and nobody seemed to be really staring at her
naked body as she quickly washed.

Anyway, she told herself, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
She had an excellent body, slender, with good hips and a
round behind, no scars, nice legs, and breasts that, while
not huge, were pretty good sized and nicely shaped.

She had a strong, squarish, determined face, one that
denoted intelligence, and had thick, chestnut brown hair
that hung down around her shoulders.

No, her body was all right, though she still felt very
strange having other people seeing it. She also felt
strange seeing all those naked people. Girls in all shapes
and sizes, though mostly they were slender like herself,
this being an expensive school and the daughters of the
rich not wanting to be fat.

A couple of the girls had very large breasts, like Yvonne,
the Swiss girl, and Claudette, from Egypt. Some had very
small breasts, and she thought she should be thankful she
didn’t have to be embarrassed about that at least.

There were tall girls and short girl, black, white, brown
and yellow girls, but mostly there were naked girls, with
breasts bouncing, soapy buttocks jiggling and pussies
winking. She was rather amazed at the display of flesh.

In fact, after she got over her initial embarrassment, she
found it to be something of a turn-on, being naked around
all those other people, her body wet and soapy, her hands
rubbing across her breasts and between her legs.

She was always careful not to stare at any of the others,
not wanting anyone to think she was queer, even if it was
accepted here. She was heterosexual and had no real
interest in females as such, it was just all that nude
flesh and her own naked state that aroused her a little.

Anyway, she was getting used to it, she thought, and would
soon be as blas‚ about it as the other girls seemed to be.

And then, that afternoon as she was looking in the back of
the library for a book to complete some research, she had
been approached by Yvonne, the tall, big busted Swiss girl.
At first, perhaps because her French wasn’t great, that the
girl wanted to borrow money.

Then the older, taller girl had pressed her back against
the bookshelf and kissed her. Megan’s eyes had shot up and
then the other girl’s right hand slid under her skirt and
squeezed her pussy while her left groped her breast through
her thin blouse.

She had torn herself free, gasping for breath and shocked
by the suddenness of the other girl’s attack. She’d run
away, leaving Yvonne sniggering.

And so she’d skipped her shower again, knowing Yvonne would
be there and being too humiliated to have the other girl
see her naked. She thought about going to the Headmistress,
or one of the teachers, but that would probably cause more
trouble than it would solve.

She had trouble getting to sleep that night, and was
wakened suddenly in the middle of the night by a sound in
her room. She sat up just in time to see her door closing,
and felt a wetness against her face and head.

She turned on the light and felt her head, gasping as she
felt the oozing sliminess there. She jumped out of bed and
looked in the mirror, seeing and now smelling a pair of
rotten eggs which someone had poured onto her head.

The gooey stuff was running down the side of her face and
down her shoulders and the front of her pajamas. Cursing,
she tried to wipe most of it off with a rag, then stripped
out of her pajamas, tossing them in disgust into the back
of her closet.

She got some soap and a towel, put on her robe, and made
her way down the dimly lit hall to the bathroom.

It was empty, of course. It was two in the morning. She was
relieved at that. She removed her robe and put her towel on
a hook, then stepped under one of the shower nozzles and
turned on the water. It poured down around her and she put
her head right under it to wash out the egg.

She shampooed her hair, not once, but three times, then
began washing her face, shoulders and the rest of her body.
When she had soaped herself all over, she stepped under the
water again, turning her face upwards to let the soap wash
off.

She ran her hands through her hair and over her face,
rubbing at the soap as the water washed it away, then
stepped back to bring her face out of the water so she
could open them.

Her buttocks hit something soft but solid, flesh, warm
naked flesh. Her eyes shot open and she gasped in shock,
whirling around.

Yvonne was there, naked, grinning malevolently.

“What do you want? Leave me alone!” Megan gasped, backing
up against the wall as the bigger girl moved lithe forward.

Yvonne suddenly grabbed her, one hand gripping her thick
wet hair, the other going around her and pulling her in
close as her mouth jammed down on Megan’s.

Megan struggled furiously as the other girl’s tongue shot
into her mouth. The two staggered for several seconds
before the bigger girl’s weight bore her back to the wall.
The big blonde girl’s mouth was like a sucking vacuum as
her tongue whipped around in Megan’s mouth.

Megan was mortified. Yvonne’s big naked breasts were
rubbing and grinding and rolling against Megan’s own
smaller ones, and she could feel Yvonne’s pubic hair
against her inner thigh as the taller girl forced her legs
open and humped her loins into Megan’s crotch.

Her right hand slid down and cupped Megan’s wet bottom,
pull-ing her in tighter as her mouth tried to devour the
brunette. Megan continued to struggle helplessly, like a
fly caught in a spider’s net, but she was no fighter, and
not a strong girl anyway.

Yvonne twisted on her hair, forcing her head back sharply.
At the same time she took her other hand away from Megan’s
behind and jammed it in between her thighs, squeezing her
naked mound so hard Megan’s brain seemed to boil and her
body reeled in dizziness.

She tried to scream but all that came out was a weak
gurgling moan, and even that was silenced quickly as
Yvonne’s mouth slipped over hers once more.

Yvonne rubbed at her pussy, then forced a finger up between
her vagina lips, driving it deep into her. Megan couldn’t
push her hand away. With her head pulled back so sharply it
was all she could do to maintain her balance, and both her
hands were above her, trying to pry Yvonne’s hand out of
her hair.

A second finger was thrust up into her body, and both
pumped in and out furiously as Yvonne’s thumb searched for
her clitoris, found it, then ground down against it.

Yvonne pulled back suddenly, her face laughing at Megan as
she shoved her back hard against the wall. She said
something which Megan didn’t catch, then shoved down on her
shoulders. Already dazed, Megan would probably have fallen
without any help, she went down quickly under the pressure.

Then she was squatting against the wall, hemmed in by
Yvonne’s legs, staring into Yvonne’s bushy blonde
crotch. She turned her head away, trying to crawl around
the girl but her hair was gripped again and pulled hard.
She cried out weakly, the sound drowned out by the
shower.

Yvonne snarled and shoved her pussy into Megan’s face,
grinding her soft pussy lips and crinkly pubic hair across
her mouth and nose.

“Suck me,” she said then, in English.

She pulled Megan’s hair and the brunette gasped and began
licking at her pussy, not knowing what else to do. She’d
never done anything with girls before and had no real idea
of how to proceed, other than licking up and down the slit.

Yvonne sighed in pleasure, then reached down and took one
of Megan’s hands, pulling it up and rubbing it along her
pussy. She shifted her grip to just one finger and pressed
it against her slit. Megan shivered in disgust, but pushed
her finger upwards, sliding it into the blonde’s tight
vaginal tunnel.

“My Cleeet. Leek my Cleety,” Yvonne moaned, jerking on
Megan’s hair again.

Megan searched upwards with her tongue and found the hard
little button, then began to rasp her tongue across it,
desperate to stop the hair pulling which was sending
needles of pain into her skull.

She tasted Yvonne’s salty girl milk, feeling it coating her
tongue and lips as she continued to lap at the girl’s
clitoris.

“Suck meee! Suck meee,” Yvonne gasped.

Megan tried to get her lips around the girl’s clit and suck
it, pumping her finger up and down in her twat as she did
so.

Yvonne began grinding her hips against Megan’s face,
grunting with pleasure as she held the brunette against her
loins. She squeezed her big breasts with one hand while
continuing to hold tightly to Megan’s hair with the other.

Then, as Megan sucked hard on Yvonne’s clitoris the bigger
girl began humping and groaning and cursing softly in
pleasure. She let out a sigh and then gripped Megan’s face
in both hands, pulling her mouth down over her fuck hole.

“Drink me, drink me. Suck me dry,” Yvonne hissed.

Megan put her lips against Yvonne’s box as the blonde’s
fuck opening began to drool. She lapped and sucked at it,
drinking down the other girls juice.

Yvonne laughed loudly, then jerked back on Megan’s hair
again twisting her around on her knees. Megan stared up in
sock and fear seeing another girl there, a short oriental
girl she didn’t know. Yvonne pushed her face into the
Oriental’s crotch and ordered her to suck her off now.

The two girls snarled and cuffed her until she began to
lick and suck on the other girl’s slit, pushing her tongue
in between the tight pussy lips, running it up and down the
pink flesh and lapping against her clitty.

Her jaw and tongue were aching, but her hair hurt much more
as she was forced to lick the other girl to pleasure, then
turn and lick Yvonne again.

She was in a state of dazed misery when the tall blonde had
come for the second time and the oriental pulled her up by
the hair. She stood weakly, swaying slightly as the
oriental girl pulled her arms behind her back and held them
there.

She could feel the girl’s hard, pointed nipples pressing
into her back between her shoulder blades, hung her head
dully, not trying to fight back.

Yvonne had turned her back on her, and was fiddling with
something, stepping into what Megan thought was a pair of
panties. But then the big blonde turned around and Megan
saw that there was a long, thick black dildo sticking out
from a leather holder that hung between her legs.

Megan shuddered then sobbed in fear and despair as the
grinning blonde advanced on her. She stood right in front
of Megan, then kissed her deeply, her tongue slithering
inside the whimpering brunette’s mouth. Her hands cupped
and fondled Megan’s breasts and she bent to suck on each
nipple.

Then the two girls turned the frightened girl around so she
was facing the oriental. The oriental girl clutched her
tight against her chest, hugging her. Megan felt the other
girl’s breasts and nipples pressing into her own, but was
beyond caring by then.

Her head hung over the girl’s shoulder and she stood there
submissively, her arms hanging down at her sides, knowing
resistance was hopeless. She felt the blonde’s hands on her
hips, pulling them out. Her legs were parted.

She was already bent over a little since the oriental girl
was shorter than her, and so Yvonne had no trouble lining
the head of the dildo up against her cunt and thrusting it
up into her belly.

She jerked violently and then trembled like a frightened
puppy as the dildo slid deeper and deeper into her guts.
The oriental girl held one arm around her back and the
other behind her head, keeping her neck down on her
shoulder. Yvonne held her by both hips as she drove the
rubber cock into her.

Megan let out a pathetic whimper of pain as the first six
inches passed through her pussy lips and the next few
inches followed. While not a virgin she’d only had sex with
one guy and he’d only had a six inch penis. The seventh
inch opened up new territory, and the eighth, and ninth
inches caused a dull ache. The tenth inch made her cry out
in pain as Yvonne rammed the last of the rubber cock into
her sheath.

With ten inches of thick black dildo up in her belly, and
her guts cramping and aching with every movement, all Megan
wanted was to remain very still, till the pain eased.
Yvonne had other ideas. She began to fuck her at once, not
gently either.

The thick rubber prong slid back and forth inside her tight
pussy hole, rasping over her clitty and punching into her
cervix with each stroke. She groaned and whined and moaned
helplessly as her cunt was torn up by the thick girl-
fucker.

A wave of dizziness struck her and she clutched the
oriental girl to keep from falling. The girl gripped her
hair and pulled her head up and back, then kissed her,
softly, her moist lips gliding over Megan’s trembling ones,
her tongue flickering, dipping lightly into Megan’s mouth,
sliding along her teeth.

The long rubber prick slid fully out of her pussy and she
felt it pushing against her asshole. Her eyes opened wide
and she tried to scream but Yvonne grabbed her hard,
putting a hand around her mouth and another around her
belly.

She whirled her around and slammed her front into the wall,
holding her hand over her mouth as she thrust the dildo up
into her asshole. Megan struggled violently, shocked and
horrified at the intrusion in an area she had never
considered before, but she could do nothing.

The dildo was a hot burning spike that split her apart. It
drove up to the center of her guts, making her cry out in
pain as her insides seemed to split open to make room for
it. She felt Yvonne’s pussy hair against her ass cheeks
then and knew the long thing was buried in her rectum.

Yvonne laughed, then, still holding a hand over her mouth,
swung her around again towards the oriental girl, who
smiled at her. The oriental girl licked at her face above
Yvonne’s hand, then bent and began licking and sucking at
Megan’s breasts, chewing at her nipples gently.

Yvonne’s hands shoved her aside, mashing Megan’s tits hard,
making the soft flesh ooze out between her long, splayed
fingers. She ground her hips into Megan’s buttocks as she
twisted the dildo inside her.

The oriental dropped to her knees and gripped Megan’s
thighs, spreading her legs more, then she pushed her face
into her crotch and began licking and sucking at her
clitty. Yvonne’s hands knead-ed her breasts, squeezing
repeatedly as she bent and sucked and chewed on the nape of
her neck.

Yvonne meanwhile, began fucking with longer strokes, though
still going slow. Megan had never been sodomised before,
but now that the initial pain was gone she thought, with
some relief, that it didn’t really hurt at all.

Still, she felt totally degraded by being ass fucked by
this strange girl, and tears of misery continued to trickle
down her cheeks.

Her head hung forward, her eyes glazed. She grunted from
time to time as Yvonne fucked the big dildo up her asshole,
but did not show any other response until she noticed with
slow awareness, that her body was heating up, heating up
with sexual pleasure.

She was shocked at that, shocked enough to come out of her
misery and get her brain working again. She tried to deny
it, tried to convince herself it was some fluke of her
tormented body, some crossed wire.

But whatever the sensations were they were coming from her
cunt, and even as she stared down at the top of the
oriental girls head the sensations became hotter and more
powerful.

Her ragged breathing became shallower as she panted for
breath amid the head that was gripping her body. She felt
faint, light headed. Her head buzzed and throbbed.

“Oh!” she gasped, then experienced a sudden spasm of heat
and threw back her head.

“Oh no,” she whimpered.

The oriental girl’s tongue was whipping furiously against
her snatch, her breath sucking out hard, blowing in hot,
her fingers probing, pumping, thrusting, squeezing,
rubbing, and behind her the big dildo was sliding up and
down in her guts.

Her breasts were burning hot as well, and her nipples rock
hard. Yvonne continued to squeeze and twist the tender
flesh, her tongue, teeth and lips nibbling, sucking and
chewing on her throat.

“Ohhhhhh,” Megan groaned, her eyes fluttering, her body
quivering like a high tension line.

Her cunt was burning, burning hotter than she’d ever felt
in her life. It was a churning volcano getting ready to
blow. She twitched and jerked and whimpered, helpless in
the possession of the two depraved lesbians and her own
raging sexual fever.

The oriental girl pulled away sudden and turned to the
corner getting something. Megan moaned in disbelief,
gasping for breath, her eyes wide and blinking.

Her entire body seemed feverish. Her skin felt
excruciatingly tender, every touch sending sizzling
pleasure through her.

The oriental girl turned back to her and Megan saw she too
had strapped on a big dildo. She rushed up to Megan and
kissed her and now Megan kissed back, kissed passionately,
desperately, her arms going around the girl, clutching her
to her.

The oriental girl reached down with both hands, one guiding
the head of the thick dildo towards Megan, the other
slipping between the shaking brunette’s cunt lips and
prying them open. Megan felt the rounded head of the dildo
slip between her pussy lips and groaned in acceptance.

She kissed the oriental and squeezed her ass hard, jerking
her forward, pulling the dildo up into her snatch. It slid
high and deep into her guts, nestling inside her nest to
Yvonne’s dildo.

She trembled and shook, her body skewered from the front
and impaled from the rear. Four hands roamed her flesh,
teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, caressing her
buttocks. Tongues snaked under her ears, along her throat
and into her mouth.

The two lesbians began to pump into her, matching each
others pace. Yvonne slid her dildo deep as the other pulled
hers back, then Yvonne pulled back as the oriental girl
thrust upwards to punch into her cervix.

Her body convulsed, shaking and thrashing. Insane gurgles,
sighs and grunts escaped her gaping mouth as her eyes
rolled back in her head. The two girls fucked furiously,
humping as hard and fast as they could, tearing the two big
dildos back and forth inside her spasming guts.

Blast after blast of stunning sexual fireworks erupted
within her, a paralyzing whirlwind of feverish ecstasy
ripped through her blasting her into delirium as they
roared over her quivering body.

Her brief sexual experiences had never prepared her for the
howling firestorm that was now tearing through her system.
It was the most prolonged orgasm experience of her life,
and by far the most powerful, and when it was over it left
her in a state of exhausted bliss, barely conscious and
totally drained.

Even after it was over she continued to twitch and shiver
with aftershocks, hardly able to breath as the other two
slowly drew their tools from out of her holes and toweled
her off. Then, wrapping a towel around the dazed, mind
blasted girl, they led her back to Yvonne’s room.

Hour after hour of sexual writhing was still to come, and
at the end, when morning dawned, the shy, sheltered teen
would be changed forever.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the
hands of children. They should be outside playing in the
sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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