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The angel Aurora faces down the vampire Damien. But is she still righteous after falling from Heaven?

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 7: Angel’s Stained Passion
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heaven’s pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust.

Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebel’s plans undone. She would not flinch in the pursuit of righteousness. She would use every tool at her disposal, including the vampire Damien. He had once been a good man, a vampire hunter until he and his wife Abigail ran afoul of Faust’s twisted machinations.

But Damien had to be reined in. Already he had turned one virgin into his thrall, a mortal gifted with enhanced physical attributes, and another girl into a vampire. She feared what he would do now that he had a taste of blood. She needed to hone him into her weapon and aim him at Faust.

She would throw him like a javelin at the vampire. He would kill Faust to rescue his wife and avenge their treatment.

Then Aurora would have a decision to make. If she could still harness Damien and keep his appetites under control, she could use him to hunt more vampires and the other denizens that lurk in the shadows and preyed upon mankind.

But not if he kept feasting on women. Even if he turned his victims into vampires, he still destroyed their lives and gave them only a shadowed unlife. Even poor Britney Lawson, his thrall, had her life irrevocably altered. She was tied to his energy. When he died, so would she.

In a way, she was already dead, just like Mary Daniels, his vampiress.

Aurora reached Chicago, tracking Damien’s trail. While she had been in Heaven receiving her punishment, he had moved from the small town of Pingree Grove to the city. It was a good sign. Faust and Damien’s captured wife were in the city. He was focused.

She reached a club, its dance music thudding into the dark night. Crowds of men and women, all reeking of sin and drugs, queued to get in and lose themselves to hedonism. Damien lurked on the second floor, in a loft apartment over the club. She circled the building unseen in the Ether and landed before the loft’s door.

“Aurora,” gasped Gideon, the angel that had assisted her. He still monitored Damien after she had been hauled into Heaven. “You’re wings.”

Her once white wings were stained with ash. She flared them as she glared at the angel. “Do not interfere, Gideon, I would hate to have to injure you.”

“Injure?” Angels could appear in a variety of forms limited only by their gender. Gideon adopted a scholarly appearance. The shock of her words caused his wire-rimmed glasses to slip down his nose. “Aurora, you wouldn’t.”

“I do what must be done for the good of the world,” I answered. “I am free of the rules. It is time to intervene.”

Gideon swallowed. “Your presences is disrupting the probability factors surrounding Damien’s mission. Right now, he is focused on killing Faust and rescuing his wife. Things are progressing mostly to your liking. No intervention is necessary.”

“Has he fed again? Has he increased his victims?” Aurora’s eyes seized his. “Well?”

Gideon swallowed. “Twice. He has a second thrall and turned another vampiress. They are inside going through the change. Other then them, Damien is alone.”

“Then more evil has been allowed to be perpetrated,” Aurora declared. “I will make sure Damien understands.”

Aurora stepped into the real world, manifesting without Heaven’s permission. It was wonderful to act under her own agency. She grasped the doorknob, twisted, and threw the door open. She stepped through into the loft and faced Damien.

Damien recognized her. He stood naked and powerful, his dark-brown hair giving him a dark, rugged, bad boy vibe. He had the body and face that women panted after. At his feet lay his newest victims, a light-skinned African-American and a gorgeous Hispanic. Blood scented the air.

“I tried to save you,” Aurora said as she strode across the loft, her head shaking at his victims. I will keep you from becoming a complete monster. “This has to stop. You can’t keep ruining women’s lives and making them yours. You need to find your purpose again.”

“Or you’ll kill me?” snarled Damien.

He lunged at Aurora.

The fallen angel had not anticipated Damien attacking. She had anticipated reaching through to Damien’s good heart. She had glimpsed it still even after the change. He did fight against his nature. Technically, he had avoided killing, though turning two women into vampiresses and another two into thralls skirted that edge.

“Wait,” she cried out before he crashed into her.

His weight bore them to the floor. Gray feathers rained in the air as he pinned her to the floor. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her. His strong fingers held her shoulders. Her large, naked breasts heaved beneath him, and she was all too aware of his cock pressing on her belly.

“Do you think you can stop me from killing Faust? I will not be easy prey for Heaven and the hunters. I will rescue my wife.”

“I’m here to help you,” Aurora snarled. She bucked her body and threw him over her head. She flapped her wings and popped up to her feet. She spun around. “You just need to control your dark appetites.”

Damien moved fast. He was a trained hunter, an expert fighter, and now he was enhanced with a vampire’s supernatural strength and reflexes. When she threw him, he let the momentum carry him into a roll. He came up and jumped at the wall. Aurora frowned until he twisted and planted his feet square on the wall.

He leaped and threw himself at her.

“Heaven’s light,” she gasped right before Damien crashed into her stomach. The air burst from Aurora’s lungs. She had manifested. She had a body so long as she walked the mortal world.

A body that could feel pain.

The force of his impact threw her back. She soared across the room and crashed into one of the loft’s support columns. It was solid concrete, rebounding her body. The plaster that covered the column cracked and fell with her to the ground.

“Damien,” she coughed as he rushed at her. “You do not want to do this. I am a warrior of light. A sword of Heaven. Purity blazes in me.”

Damien bared his fangs.

Aurora’s tool against the darkness was lost. He rushed at her, his face set. He would kill her. She summoned her sword. It flashed to life in her hand, but its pure blaze sputtered and flickered. She didn’t care. It was a weapon made of Heaven’s light. She lunged as she stood, thrusting the sword at his chest.

Damien twisted, and her blade rushed by him. He slipped past her weapon and into her guard.

“I will not be easy meat,” he growled and seized her right wrist. His other hand slammed into her throat. If she were human, her broken trachea would have seen her choking and dieing.

But her body was made of sterner substance—light.

She growled, anger seizing him. He had become evil. He was out of control. If he would not serve righteousness, then she would kill him. She formed a fist with her left hand and planted it hard into his stomach. The vampire grunted and staggered, his grip slipping on her throat and sword arm.

Aurora wrenched her sword arm free of his grasp and did a high kick, catching him in the guts right. He grunted and staggered back, giving her room to swing her sword. She hissed like an angry cat as her sputtering blade of light slashed at Damien.

He twisted and moved back. He held up his arms defensively, his feet spaced wide, moving on the balls of his feet. Ready to strike. He was coiled, his eyes moving. He sought a weapon to defend himself with.

Aurora wouldn’t give him the opportunity to reach a weapon. She sprang at him, her wings flapping behind her. She had been trained to fight with blade. Her attacks were quick and efficient. She did not leave herself open. Damien had no choice but to retreat before her onslaught, his eyes searching for any holes in her attacks he could exploit.

Aurora never gave him one as she kept swinging. “You should have let me talk,” she snarled. “I was here to help you.”

“Right,” Damien sneered. “An angel would help a vampire.”

“I want Faust dead. I want Jezebel’s plans foiled.” Her sword hissed as it arched through the air, trying to find Damien’s flesh.

She admired his skill as he retreated from her blade. He was the best of the Knights Venator. Look at him move know. What an instrument for Heaven he could have been if he had only kept his appetites in check.

But his skill and his undead state kept him from tiring. She drove him across the room. They moved in a circle. She could never quite pin him into a corner, and so long as he kept dancing back, she couldn’t get to him.

Not without leaving herself open to reprisal.

“Why did you harm those two women?” Aurora asked, an idea forming in her head.

“Because I could,” Damien smiled. He glanced at the two naked women. Both stirred, their changes almost complete. “I understand vampires now. Why they feed? I thought it was just hunger, and it is. But there is so much more to it than satiating something so…bestial. Blood is intoxicating. It’s life, and those women gave it to me. Willingly. The ultimate surrender to my dominance.”

“You lie,” she snarled and then swung her blade a hair too hard. It left herself open as she recovered.

Damien lunged in, reaching to grasp her arm. He forced Aurora to dance back before she could bring her sword up again. He halted his attack, retreating, waiting for his next opportunity. He had a hungry smile on his face. He was a lion stalking her, waiting for the moment to pounce.

Aurora couldn’t help the wicked thrill that went through her body. His dick was hard, his eyes dilated. The fighting aroused him. Her nipples hardened as she swung her blade at his flesh, and heat flushed her pussy.

Her body burned with life. Her blood pounded through her veins.

“I can smell your excitement, angel,” Damien grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do the stabbing? Put away that sword, and I’ll take care of your hot cunt.”

“You are filthy,” she snarled, freeing her passions. She let herself attack wildly, her sword flailing. “I would never sleep with a vile creature like you.”

“Are you so sure?” Damien laughed. “Aren’t you curious why those two women surrendered to me? They let me drain them. They begged for it. They were willing and offered themselves up to be fed upon. Don’t you want to do the same? Don’t you want to experience the ecstasy of my bite?”

“No,” Aurora snarled. “I will end your perfidy.”

“I can smell your blood. It’s as sweet as your cunt.”

The angel’s pussy clenched. Flashes of lying beneath him, his cock plunging through her pussy, shot through her mind. She couldn’t deny his raw magnetism. Abigail, his wife, had enjoyed Damien’s primal strength many times. Aurora had witnessed their shared passion.

She pictured herself in place of Abigail.

“You’re getting wetter,” Damien grinned. “I can smell it. I can see the beads of dew adorning your bare pussy lips. Put away your sword and surrender to me.”

“I will never be your whore!”Aurora screamed, putting all her passion into her attack as she feinted with a hard, overhand swing.

To Damien, it would look like she had overcommitted to her attack. He danced to the right to let her blade swipe past him. Then he lunged in, expecting her to be off-balance. Swinging too hard was a danger in sword fighting. You had to stay in control at all times.

And Aurora was still in control. Damien’s words did not effect her.

She pivoted and lunged. The blade of her sword, burning with Heaven’s purity and therefore anathema to a vampire, slammed through Damien’s belly. “I’ll just kill Faust without you,” Aurora hissed as the sputtering light of her sword blazed brighter, strobing through the loft. “And I’ll make sure to put Abigail out of her misery.”

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You have to kill him, the demon Jezebel whispered from Father Augustine’s soul. She had corrupted the priest and possessed him. Her dark powers had flooded through him, banishing the holy. It’s the only way to save Mary and Britney. Kill him, and they’ll be yours.

Father Augustine shuddered in the D’Angelos’ living room as he listened to the demon. The priest had been yoked by his desires. For three decades, Father Augustine had denied himself the pleasures of the flesh. All while he had lusted after the nubile creatures that swept through his small church. When he wasn’t aiding Damien and Abigail D’Angelo on their vampire hunts, he was fighting off the desires inflamed by the women of his parish.

In confession, he heard their sins, their wanton acts of debauchery. Even the married women had their affairs. He ached to enjoy them, to make the women satiate the lusts they stirred in his loins. He wanted to fuck them.

To degrade them.

Now, thanks to Jezebel’s intervention and possession, he had yoked two whores to his will. And the good father yearned for a third.

You have enough communion left to make Mrs. Lawson yours, Jezebel cooed, her soul trembling in delight. She felt the Father’s pleasure and experienced his bliss when he buried his cock into his whores’ flesh. Then together you shall find her wayward daughter Britney.

Father Augustine’s back straightened. His dick was hard beneath is black cassock, yearning to feel the married woman’s lusts. Her husband was out searching for their eighteen-year-old daughter who had fallen into Damien and Abigail’s hands.

Yes, yes, you have to kill them. They’re vampires now, purred Jezebel. They’ve gone to Chicago.

The demon needed Damien dead. She had a pact with Faust, an agreement to protect the vampire from Heaven’s servants. It was clear Heaven sought to use Damien to kill Faust. In the last few hours, her certainty had grown. Jezebel could feel it through the Ether. The priest would be her agent, an unholy shaman who would dispatch Damien without Faust even knowing he was in danger.

Go and seduce the MILF, purred Jezebel. She is weak. A whorish woman. Remind her of her affair. Remind her that she is a slut like every other woman.

The priest’s grin grew as his dick throbbed harder. He swept out of the blood-filled house of the D’Angelos to head next door.

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Father Hyrum Augustine’s dick ache despite the blood in the air.

The coppery reek permeated the house. The violence and unholy lusts that had been committed in the house would forever stain it. His heart beat faster as he listened to the feminine voice. She whispered such sweet advice.

Donna Lawson was a MILF begging to be fucked hard. Her body was wasted on her boring husband. She inspired such lusts in the priests. Lusts only her married cunt could satisfy. Her blonde, busty beauty burned through his face. She was a mature flower, her body kept lean by exercise. And those lips. Red. Lush. Cock-sucking lips.

The priest marched out of the D’Angelos house with purpose.

“Father,” Joy called from the gray church van parked between the D’Angelos’ and Lawsons’ residences. The blonde was the first of Father Augustine’s holy warriors. She had drank his communion and been bound to him, gifted powers. Father Augustine didn’t know what those powers were, but he was certain Joy would manifest them at the right time. “What is going on?”

“The darkness has claimed my friends,” he answered, “and twisted them into vampires. This is why you were chosen. Fetch the communion cup. It is time to transform a third whore into something holy.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy said, a big smile on her youthful face.

Joy and Samantha, a brunette with a pair of sexy glasses on her face, stepped out. Samantha had thought she was innocent, but Father Augustine had shown the bride-to-be that she was truly a whore. But he had saved her, too, and given her holy purpose.

The two young women followed Father Augustine into the Lawson’s house. Just inside, a portrait of the family hung on the wall. Britney Lawson looked as scrumptious as her mother Donna, a younger, sweeter version of the ripe peach the priest would eat tonight. Donna’s husband, Tony, was a weak man, overweight and with a soft smile on his lips. An infant was cradled in Donna’s arms.

“Father Augustine,” Donna said. She sat on her couch, her hands crossed before her, and tears stained her cheeks. “You have to help me find Britney. This isn’t like her. She doesn’t stay out late. I know she’s eighteen, but not for long. Please.”

Father Augustine cupped Donna’s chin and lifted her eyes. “I will help you, Donna,” he said, stroking her cheek and wiping away her tears, “but you must embrace my teachings. You must abandon your whorish ways and become a holy warrior to face the darkness that has claimed your daughter.”

“Darkness?” She swallowed. “Holy warrior? What are you talking about, Father? My daughter’s missing, and you want to preach about sin?”

He tightened his grip on her chin. Energy tingled out of him into her skin. “Woman, your daughter has been taken by a vampire. When I speak of holiness and darkness, these are forces that every day clash around us. This is not preaching.” He bore into Donna’s eyes. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

She senses my power. I bet her pussy’s getting wet, the whore. Women are always sluts for power.

“If you want to see your daughter rescued, you must abandon your whorish ways and embrace the holy,” Father Augustine growled. “Do you understand me?”

“I’m not a whore,” she protested. “I’m a married woman.”

“Who had an affair,” growled Father Augustine. “Does your husband know Ryan isn’t his son?”
She froze. “Please, that was a mistake. I ended it. I want to put that in my past. I was weak, Father.”

“Yes, you were weak. You are weak. You are a woman, slave to that hot, wet hole between your thighs.” He ran his thumb over her lips. They were wet. He pulled her lush lips apart and pushed his thumb inside. “You are a whore, but I shall redeem you with my communion.”

Donna trembled. Her lips were wrapped tight about his thumb. Something kindled in her eyes. His touch aroused her. Another whore, unable to control herself. The way she sucks on my thumb. She wants my cock. She yearns to feel it in her mouth and drink my seed.

The slut.

“Look at you,” Father Augustine growled. “You can’t help yourself. You’re sucking on my thumb like it were a cock. You want my cock, don’t you? You want to suck it. You’ve made me so hard with your whorish ways.”

“She’s a slut, Father,” Joy said. “Just like we were.”

“Mrs. Lawson,” Samantha purred, “embrace his holy teachings. He will cleanse you and make you pure. He did it to us.”

“Just surrender to me and I will save your daughter and purify your whorish soul.”

She sucked harder on his thumb. Her tongue brushed it, circling it. His cock throbbed, eager to feel her warmth. Donna’s cheeks blossomed with color. She let out a moan. A whore’s moan. She is a wanton slattern. She tempts me.

And she claims to be a pure, married woman.

Father Augustine pulled his thumb from her lips. “Do it. Take out what you truly desire and suck like the whore you are. Satiate your lusts.”

“Father, I…” She licked her lips. “I don’t know what is going on. I shouldn’t…my daughter is missing…but…” Her hand trembled as she reached out and squeezed his bulge through his cassock. “I can’t…fight this. I…I am a whore. It’s like my body has betrayed me. I’m so wet. So hot. Father, please forgive me.”

Her hands pulled up his cassock. She licked her lips, her blue eyes lidded with her passion. For a moment, Father Augustine imagined her youthful daughter kneeling beside her mother, eager to suck his cock with Donna.

“I am a whore. What is wrong with me, Father?”

“Just surrender to me,” he told her. “Surrender and I shall save your daughter. You shall be my holy warrior. I shall channel your lusts into something pure.”

“Yes,” She panted as she lifted up his cassock and exposed his dick. He wore no underwear beneath. It flopped out, thick and throbbing. “Oh, yes, it is so much thicker than my husband’s. I need to suck it.”

Donna Lawson swallowed the priest’s cock.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Satiate your lusts.”

“What a whore,” Joy moaned as she clutched the communion chalice filled with a mix of the priest’s cum and Samantha’s virgin pussy juices.

Father Augustine groaned as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. Her lips sealed tight. So red about his shaft. She bobbed her mouth while her tongue swirled around his sensitive cock. She was skilled. His balls already throbbed.

She needs to teach Joy and Samantha how to truly suck my cock.

“That’s it, whore,” growled Father Augustine, his balls aching.

The MILF’s hands found his balls, massaging them as she bobbed more and more of her mouth down his cock. His dick’s tip rubbed along the roof of her mouth and brushed the back of her throat. The pleasure raced up his dick.

He groaned and ran his hand through her blonde hair. She sucked louder. He loved the wet sounds as she worshiped his cock. She couldn’t help it. Her lusts had consumed her. Donna’s blue eyes burned with them as she stared up at the priest.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had to attend to her husband. The last thing he needed was for John Lawson to interfere. He struggled to concentrate—Donna’s mouth sucked so hard—as he scrolled through the address book. He had most of his parishioners numbers saved.

Father Augustine found it and dialed.

The phone rang while Donna worked her mouth down his dick. The tip pressed into the back of her throat. The Father’s eyes widened as John picked up. “Father Augustine?” There was a hint of panic in the man’s voice. “Have you found Britney?”

It took a moment for the Father to responded. John’s wife had deep-throated the priest’s cock. Her throat constricted about the end of his cock, massaging it. His balls boiled over. Sweat beaded on the priest’s forehead.

“Your wife and I…will find her,” gasped the priest. His voice throbbed with power. “We will be very diligent. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest continued. “Your wife has been chosen. Even know she prepares to purified by her new communion.”

“Okay,” John said.

“She is no longer yours, but mine,” growled the priest.

Donna moaned about his dick. Her passion humming about his dick. The priest shuddered as the whorish MILF pleasured him. She knew whom he talked to. He could see it in her eyes. It spurred her to please the priest more.

“Yours, Father? I don’t understand.”

“Your wife has taken vows,” groaned the priest. “Holy vows.”

“Like a nun?”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as Donna slid her mouth back up his dick, sucking the entire way. She was eager for his cum to spurt into her mouth. She hungered for it. “Like a nun. You need to come home and take care of your son.”

“Okay,” the weak-willed man said. “I trust you, Father.”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as his cum exploded from his cock. Donna moaned as she drank down blast after blast of the priest’s jizz that spilled into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, eager for every drop of the priest’s cum. “Hallelujah, your wife has drunk my seed and is ready for her communion.”

“Seed, Father?” asked John. “What are you—”

The priest hung up, his body buzzing with pleasure. Donna licked her lips as she stared up at him. Her eyes were lidded with passion. She was ready for the communion. Without being asked, Joy stepped up. She held the goblet to Donna’s mouth.

“This is my body,” the priest panted as Joy pressed the cup to Donna’s lips. “This is my blood. This is my essence mixed.” Joy tilted the cup and Donna drank the last of the holy communion. “Eat and drink this in remembrance of my authority.”

Donna shuddered and black sparks rippled across her body. A lasting connection sprang between Father Augustine and the MILF. The feminine voice purred in delight from the priest’s soul. Donna gasped, then her voice cut off as both Joy and Samantha kissed their sister-warrior, their tongues swiping.

The sight stirred Father Augustine’s lusts. “Joy, you will drive us to Chicago while Donna satiates the lusts you three have churned in my body.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy smiled.

Donna smiled. “And how will I satiate you, Father?”

“How do you think?”

“With my wet, hot hole,” she moaned. “My cunt.”

“We should go before your husband arrives. The last thing we need is to hear his blubbering.”

Donna nodded and rose, her nipples tenting the front of her halter top. They were fat and hard. Father Augustine squeezed her breasts through her clothing. They were his. Donna shuddered and moaned. He pushed her clothing down, exposing her pink nipple. He pinched it and led her out of the house to the van.

The MILF shuddered as she trailed after the priest. Her pupils were dilated and her hips shifted in the tight shorts she wore. Father Augustine glanced down at her gorgeous legs, sleek and tan, and so firm. He couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped about his body.

Joy reached the van and started it up while Samantha threw open the sliding, side door, revealing the back of the van strewn with weapons and other equipment to kill vampires. Crossbows, white oak quarrels, shotgun shells full of salt, ampoules of holy water, and silver coated machete filled the van.

“Oh, my,” Donna gasped as she looked around. “We are going to fight evil.”

“Yes, we are,” groaned the Priest, his dick aching. He slammed the door shut behind them. “Strip me.”

“Yes, Father,” Donna and Samantha purred in unison.

Joy pulled the van from the curb as the Father’s two sluts pulled up the hem of his cassock. It didn’t take long to strip the priest when he wore nothing beneath his vestments. His body was firm and strong beneath. He kept in shape to aide his hunters. While he never ventured into a vampire’s nest on hunts with the D’Angelos, he had been prepared to.

“Now strip each other,” the priest grinned.

The two women turned to each other. Donna licked her lips while Samantha had a gentle smile. Samantha reached out and seized the hem of Donna’s halter top, peeling it over her head. Her breasts were held by a low-cut demi bra. The priest had pulled her right breast out of the cup, but the left was still contained. Barely.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Donna?” Samantha asked. “Or did you manage to fight that whorish desire?”

“I fought it.” Donna licked her lips as Samantha unclasped her bra and spilled out the MILF’s heavy tits.

“Now you don’t have to,” purred Samantha as she clutched both of Donna’s heavy breasts. “Neither of us do. We are holy sisters now. Me, you, and Joy. We are united by Father Augustine’s holy communion. So this is not a sin.”

Donna moaned as Samantha leaned over and sucked on the fat, pink nub. Father Augustine stroked his cock, not fast. He savored the lesbian sight playing out before him. Samantha’s glasses slipped down her nose as she sucked and nibbled. Her hands slid down Donna’s flat stomach to her shorts.

A snap echoed through the van. Donna’s shorts came undone. Samantha’s hands pushed them off Donna’s hips while the younger woman kept sucking at Donna’s nipple. The MILF moaned and stroked Samantha’s brown hair.

“This is…wonderful,” Donna gasped in awe. “She’s so gentle. Oh, yes. Mmm, I love your lips.”

Donna was left in only her skimpy, light-yellow panties. Her legs spread as Samantha rubbed between Donna’s thighs. The gusset of her panties grew wet. Father Augustine licked his lips as he stroked himself a little faster, the pleasure spilling through his body.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha slid off her panties, “can she…?”

“Eat your whorish cunt?” growled the Priest. “Yes.”

“Mmm, I would love to,” moaned Samantha. She pushed up her glasses before she lowered her face between Donna’s thighs.

Donna leaned back. Her large breasts shook and jiggled as she laid out on the back of the van. When the vehicle hit a little bump, the movement translated through her heavy tits and they shook like jello. Though no jello was so sweet to gaze upon.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha took her first, loving lick through Donna’s pussy.
Samantha’s lips were pressed into the golden hairs of Donna’s bush. The young woman licked and nuzzled, eager to please her new sister and her priest. Father Augustine savored the sight of his submissive women pleasuring each other for his amusement.

“That’s it, lick her whorish cunt. Donna needs to cum on your lips. She needs to be wet and ready to receive my cock.”

“Yes.” Donna’s eyes squeezed shut. She let out a low moan and humped her hips into Samantha’s eager, licking tongue. “She’s so amazing, Father. Oh, yes. I never had a man do this to me. I had heard. It’s so wonderful.”

“Cherish the gift. Use me and your holy sisters to keep from sinning and tempting men with your whorish body. You have been purified and you must remain that way.”

“Yes, yes, pure,” she moaned. “So pure. Mmm, eat my cunt. Yes, yes. So good. Keep licking with your tongue. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing.”

Father Augustine reached out with his free hand and pinched the MILF’s nipple. She bucked and gasped, her eyes widening as he twisted. “Are you enjoying her tongue, whore?”

“So much, Father. I love it. I’m going to cum. Oh, yes, I love cumming. And now I don’t have to feel guilty.”

“No. Let yourself satiate your whorish lusts.”

Donna’s face contorted. Her back arched and her tits jiggled. She let out a long, low moan as her body thrashed. Her orgasm burst through her. Samantha licked harder, gathering up the MILF’s naughty juices.

“Hallelujah,” groaned Father Augustine. “Satiate yourself on Samantha’s slutty lips. Let her pleasure you. She’ll drink down all your juices.”

“She is, Father,” gasped Donna. She bucked again. “Oh, Lord, I’m cumming. I can’t stop. It’s wonderful. Her tongue is so wicked. She keeps licking me and pleasing me. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, yes.”

“Move to the side, slut,” Father Augustine growled. He could no longer contain himself. He had to satiate the lusts the two whores stirred in him.

Samantha moved, her lips and chin stained with Donna’s excitement. Father Augustine settled between Donna’s thighs. The MILF, still trembling, reached down and grasped the priest’s cock. She guided him to her hungry, wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Father,” gasped the MILF.

“Fuck her,” moaned Samantha. “She needs more. I couldn’t get rid of all her whorish lusts.”
Donna rubbed the priest’s dick against her dripping flesh. Her fat labia pressed around his dick and then he popped into her depths. He thrust forward, burying into the married whore’s cunt. She gasped and clenched down on him, embracing him with her warm silk.

“Father Augustine!” Donna moaned in delight.

“Yes, fuck her, Father,” panted Samantha as she ripped off her dress. She was naked beneath, the dark-brown curls adorning her pubic mound dripping with her excitement. She straddled Donna’s face. “Pleasure me, holy sister, my lusts are consuming me. I need them relieved.”

“Yes,” purred Donna with a greedy hunger.

The MILF’s pussy clenched on Father Augustine’s cock as she pulled Samantha down. The younger woman’s eyes widened behind her glasses as Donna took her first lick of a woman’s cunt. She moaned, loving it, and licked again.

“Devour her,” growled Father Augustine. He fucked the MILF harder, his balls slapping into her flesh as he savored her hot depths. “And pleasure me. Make me cum. I will flood your whorish cunt.”

“Yes,” moaned Donna, her voice muffled by Samantha’s pussy.

Samantha was in heaven. Her round breasts jiggled before Father Augustine as she rode Donna’s mouth. The priest leaned over, sucking on Samantha’s small nipple. She squealed in delight and grasped his shoulders. Her grip was strong as she squeezed.

“Yes, yes. Eat my pussy, Donna. Satiate my sinful body. Mmm, yes. I love your tongue. You’re doing so good. I hope you love the taste of my pussy. I loved yours. It was delicious.”

Donna answered with a moan.

Father Augustine sucked hard on Samantha’s small nipple. Then he nipped her flesh. He kept fucking Donna, savoring her tight, wet sheath. It gripped his cock. His flesh ached in her depths. He drew back and thrust faster, pounding her, eager to explode into her hot depths and hear her scream out in bliss.

His balls boiled over. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on his flesh, massaging his cock. Every stroke through her silky flesh increased the pressure in his balls. He sucked harder on Samantha’s nipple as he neared his orgasm.

“Donna, yes, right there,” gasped Samantha. Her fingernails bit into the priest’s shoulders. “That’s what I need. Oh, yes, oh, wow. I’m going to cum so hard on you. Yes, yes, yes.”

The slut bucked and shuddered as her orgasm exploded through her body. Donna drank down the juices that flooded out of Samantha. Father Augustine released her nipple and watched his slut’s face contort with pleasure. Her glasses slipped off her nose, threatening to fall off as she threw back her head and screamed.

Donna’s pussy spasmed on the priest’s cock. The MILF’s orgasm rippled through her pussy. His dick ached in her depths. She wanted his cum, and the priest was more than happy to give it to the slut. He drew back and slammed into her depths, grunting as he exploded.

His cum pulsed from his dick. Every blast sent pleasure shuddering through him. The feminine voice that whispered in his soul cried out her bliss, experiencing it with him. He savored cumming in a married woman’s pussy.

I have stolen her from her husband. Father Augustine smiled as the thought sank through the fuzzy haze of bliss on his mind.

“Father,” Joy asked. “Where are we going in Chicago?”

Damien will try to kill Faust. He must be protected. “Faust Tower.”

“Yes, Father.”

Samantha sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning him as he relaxed. He stroked the slut’s hair and closed his eyes. He had to prepare himself to kill Damien and Abigail. He had worked with them for a decade. They were the closest thing to a family the priest had.

But now they had to be destroyed.

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Abigail seethed as she was used by the humans. For hours they had fucked her. Their filthy seed dripped out of her ass and cunt. Their jizz painted her face and hair. More dripped from her body, slowly drying on her skin.

She couldn’t do anything but act like a dog for them. A bitch for the rich elite of Chicago to fuck for the amusement of her Sire. And Faust hadn’t even stayed around to watch all of her humiliation. He had left hours ago. That was part of the punishment.

Her Sire cared so little he couldn’t even be bothered to watch.

A doggy bowl swimming with cum was plopped before her. “A contribution from the staff,” laughed a woman with a shrill voice. “They were all so eager to see you fed, slut.”

A foot clad in stiletto heels shoved Abigail’s head into the swimming bowl of cum. There had to be dozens and dozens of men’s jizz to fill the bowl so deep. The cum filled her mouth as the sharp point of the heel pressed her face in deep.

If she were human, she would have drowned.

Anger burned through Abigail. She wanted to rip out the cunt’s throat that ground her face into the bowl of cum. But she had her orders from her Sire. She couldn’t harm anyone or even feed off of them. She had to obey.

She swallowed, drinking up the cum. The salty jizz flooded down her throat. Her pussy burned and she moaned into the jizz when a cock entered her, fucking her hard from behind. The humiliation only made her burn hotter.

I am a slut. Sire was right.

Why are you putting up with this? a familiar voice demanded from Abigail’s soul.

The world vanished as the voice yanked Abigail down into darkness. Chains clinked about Abigail, binding the vampiress to her Sire’s will. She hung in a void. Another Abigail floated before her, free and wild. Abigail envied the way Dream-Abigail looked. Her red hair was wild and fiery, her fangs sharp, her body strong, eager to hunt.

“Why are you letting these humans debase us?” Dream-Abigail demanded, seizing the real Abigail.
“Because these are Sire’s commands.”

Dream-Abigail seized the chains. She pulled at them, trying to undo them. But not even the wild and free Dream-Abigail had the strength. Abigail only smiled. Serving Faust was her purpose in life. He had created her.

“That motherfucker!” raged Dream-Abigail. “I’ll tear him apart for what he did.”

“Sire?” Abigail gasped in shock. “You can’t.”

Dream-Abigail embraced the real one. Their breasts pressed together. Heat burned in Abigail’s pussy. Dream-Abigail kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue into the real Abigail’s mouth. Abigail sighed into her doppelganger’s kiss.

I will break free, Dream-Abigail screamed in Abigail’s thoughts. Then we shall avenge our husband’s murder.

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Damien D’Angelo was surprised to be alive. The angel’s sword had rammed right through his guts. The light of her blade pulsed and flickered. It should be attacking him. Purity was anathema to a vampire, and nothing should have been more pure than heavenly light.

The angel’s golden eyes widened in shock as she stared at her blade rammed through his guts. It even went out his back. It hurt. A stabbing, agonizing pain that only made Damien’s cock harder. His blood scented the air, spilling about her blade.

“I don’t think you’re so pure anymore, angel,” Damien grinned as he pulled himself up the blade. It slid through his guts. Hot rapture shuddered through him. He seized her shoulders and took a second step. “Is it your lusts? Has your wet, hot, angelic cunt poisoned you with filthy desires? I can see it in your eyes and smell it from your cunt. You want to fuck me.”

“You are twisted, Damien,” she hissed.

Damien took the final step, groaning in ecstatic agony. His cock brushed her smooth pubic mound, throbbing as it slid up her flesh to rest against her stomach. Her breasts and hard nipples pressed against Damien’s chest. The vampire held the angel in his embrace. One of his hands slid down to squeeze her ass.

“That’s what makes you so wet, Angel,” he grinned, his fangs out. “I can hear your heart thudding with excitement. And I know you can smell that sweet cunt dripping juices down your thighs. You smell as delicious as your blood.” Damien leaned forward. She tried to pull back, but he held her tight.

His lips met hers.

The angel’s eyes closed. She moaned into the kiss. Her sword twisted through his guts. His dick throbbed even harder pressed against her flesh. Damien undulated his hips, ignoring the sword cutting more of his flesh, and allowed his cock to pop between her sleek thighs. He pressed his shaft against the hot, dripping flesh of her cunt.

Damien broke the kiss. Her lower limp trembled. One hand groped her ass, but the other moved up to caress her cheek. “What’s your name, Angel?”

“Why do you care?” she demanded, arching her neck, almost inviting Damien to drink from her blood. Her nipples were hard points in his flesh. She quivered.

“Because your gorgeous,” Damien grinned. “Because I want you to be mine, Angel. You’re corrupt and soiled like me. Embrace it. Feel my cock on your pussy. Imagine it in you.”

“Aurora,” she moaned as she shuddered. Her thighs shifted, sliding her hot pussy on his cock. “You think you can claim me?”

“I have.” Damien didn’t fake his confidence. “That’s why you’re grinding that hot snatch on my cock. You want this. You are tired of being good. That’s why you burst in here with your righteous anger. You’ve broken the rules. That’s what’s soiled you.”

“The rules allow evil to triumph,” she spat. “Evil like Faust.”

Damien snarled. The memory of the vampire soiling Damien’s wife over and over while he was bound helpless to the wall burst through him. “Faust will die. We’ll kill him. Me, you, and Abigail. Unless you want to keep thrusting your sword through me. I kinda like it.”

“You are disgusting,” Aurora hissed. Her sword vanished. She stared into his eyes as she tremble,d her body on the verge of lashing out. The angel seized his face and pulled him down to her lips. Her ash wings flared behind her as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She undulated faster, grinding her hot flesh on his dick. Her juices coated him. Aurora broke the kiss, her lips so red. “And so am I. We’ll kill Faust.”

Damien pulled Aurora down to the floor as they kissed. He didn’t mount her. He wanted the angel’s complete submission. He stretched out on the hard floor. The beating of the dance music vibrated through the wood into his back. Below, the scent of a hundred or more humans seeking to rut filled his nose.

Aurora straddled him, her pussy grinding on his cock while her large tits thrust forward. Damien licked his lips. His fangs ached to sink into her neck. He wanted to taste angelic blood while he fucked her heavenly cunt.

“Fuck me, angel slut,” Damien growled. “Grab my cock and place it into that hot snatch. Sink down on my cock and ride me. Satiate your lusts.”

Aurora rose on her sleek thighs. She grasped his dick and guided it to her pussy. She moaned in delight as she rubbed it against her hot flesh. His enhanced senses felt every fold and silky crevasse of her pussy slide along his dick.

Then she sank down on it.

“Heavenly light, yes,” gasped Aurora. Her wings flapped hard as she slid her pussy up and down his cock. Her hot flesh gripped him tight. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered. She thrust them forward, inviting him to seize them. “What a cock.”

Damien grasped her perfect tits. He squeezed her pillowy flesh in his hands. His fingers sank in tight. Her pussy clenched and she let out a shuddering moan. He moved his fingers to her nipples, pinching them, stretching them. Hurting her.

The angel slut loved it.

“Mmm, play with my tits,” she groaned as her hips writhed. “Show me how to be wicked. Damien, your cock is wonderful. Oh, Lord, that’s good.”

Damien smiled at her blasphemy. Her pussy rippled as she savored the words. Her golden eyes lit up. She licked her lips and leaned forward. Her silver hair fell about her face as she slid her pussy faster and faster up and down his cock.

“Worship my cock with your cunt, angel slut,” groaned Damien. “Let me feel that snatch cum on my cock. Lord, you have a great pussy.”

“Angelic?” she purred.

“Fuck, yes.”

Aurora leaned over farther, dangling her tits over his lips. He could reach up and bite them, drink her blood, but he wanted to drink from her neck. She rocked on him, her head tossing and her golden eyes fluttering. Her ivory neck beckoned.

“Lord, that’s good,” she moaned. “Lord, God, Lord, I love this cock. Oh, yes. Lord, I’m going to cum on this cock.”

“Keep blaspheming, slut.”

“Yes,” she purred. “Lord, I love your cock. It’s so big, Lord. It stretches my pussy. God, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” panted Damien. Her pussy was so tight on his dick. She was heaven as she slid her wet cunt up and down his shaft. He shuddered beneath her, eager to spill his load into her hot flesh.

But he held off. He wanted to experience all her delights when he came.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” the angel cried out. Her wings flapped hard, swirling wind around the studio. Her moans were so sweet. Her pussy so hot. She slammed down his cock. “Lord, I’m cumming!”

Her pussy spasmed about his dick. She moaned and gasped, falling forward onto his chest. Her pillowy tits rubbed against his hard muscles. Her nipples caressed him as she spasmed and writhed on his cock. Damien gripped her ass, sliding her cunt up and down his dick as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” she moaned, turning her head and presenting her neck. “Take me, Damien.

Damien didn’t hesitate. She had surrendered. She was his now. His angel slut.

Aurora’s cunt tightened hard on Damien’s cock when he sank his teeth into her neck. She let out a moan of pure, orgasmic delight. She spasmed harder on him as another climax rocked her body. Her wings flapped harder as her blood pumped into his mouth.

Damien’s dick erupted. Her blood was so sweet. So delicious. He had never tasted its like. As he drank, he knew he had corrupted something that had once been so pure. She was only slightly stained before Damien claimed her, but with every pump of her heart, she spilled more of her blood into his mouth and she became more and more soiled.

“Lord, yes,” she screamed as her pussy milked his cumming cock.

Aurora’s blood flowed through Damien. His jaw locked. He couldn’t let go. Every time he drank her blood, his cock erupted. She gave it to him. He drank her blood, imbibing it and growing stronger. His fingernails dug into the meat of her ass as he fucked her up and down his cock.

He kept cumming.

The blood and Damien’s orgasms carried him higher and higher. He trembled as the pleasure exploded from his loins. It washed through him with powerful bliss. The ecstasy lifted him up. The music thudding from below vanished. Aurora’s heaving body fled. Only her constricting pussy milking his cock and her sweet blood remained to his senses.

Damien saw beyond this moment. He connected with something vast and ancient. It was the last ties Aurora had to Heaven. She had been an agent of Heaven, blessed with foresight of events. Gifted to know how her actions might play out and affect her targets.

She had three targets: Faust, Abigail, and Damien.

Damien ignored Faust and himself, focusing on Abigail. She knelt in a room. Her body dripped with cum. She had been used, violated, forced to be a whimpering, simpering, defanged vampiress for the amusement of humans.

For a single, clarifying moment, Damien knew exactly where his wife was.

He crashed back into his orgasming body. He released Aurora’s neck, drinking down the last of her blood as the Angel bucked and heaved above him. She rose, her wings flapping hard as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

Aurora’s wings were crimson. Stained.

“Damien, what did you do to me?” moaned Aurora. She glanced at her wings, her eyes wide with shock and horror.

“Claimed your submission,” the vampire grinned. “And you are going to help me save Abigail.” Anger boiled through him. “Right the fuck now.”

Aurora’s pussy spasmed a final time on his cock. “Yes…Sir.” Her wings fluttered as she savored the word. “Let’s save your wife, Sir.”

To be continued…

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Mark’s miraculous healing was caught by a news crew and broadcast to the World.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013

Chapter Thirty-One: The False Miracle

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“What did you do to me?” I asked Theodora in confusion.

The nun was still straddling me, my cock still inside her pussy. When she mounted me, when I submitted to her, I had expected her to exorcise me and steal my powers. Instead, she gave me something else, some golden power. The power had sunk into the very fiber of my being, the very essence of my soul. I could see her aura, no longer the gold of a nun but the silver of a regular person. What was going on here? Mary was bound and gagged and I could see the confusion in her green eyes.

Theodora’s aura flashed to black as I asked my question. “I gave you my Gift,” she answered, and then her aura was bleeding back to silver. From my talks with Karen I learned a lot about how Thralls worked. If I gave someone a simple command their aura would return to silver eventually. How long it stayed black would depended on how much the command went against the person’s nature. Theodora’s aura returned to silver so quickly, she would have answered my question willingly. A person only stayed a Thrall if my commands rewrote their personality. Like the commands I give cops to view everything I do as being legal. Or those SWAT officers that raided my house, I realized.

I glanced at the last SWAT officer who was frowning in confusion. Theodora’s control over him was gone along with her powers. He glanced at me, recognized me. “Sir, do you need some help.”

“Free me,” I demanded. “And Theodora, go free Mary and then sit on the couch.”

“All right,” Theodora said and got off me as her aura went black.

The SWAT officer uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. Theodora bent down and ripped off the duct tape over Mary’s mouth. Mary winced, then moistened her lips. “I can’t do anything about the zip ties,” Theodora said in a panic as she realized she couldn’t fulfill my command.

“Fine, just sit on the couch.” I motioned to the SWAT officer who walked over to Mary, pulled out a knife and cut the plastic zip ties retraining her. She was staring at me in astonishment, rubbing her wrists, and then she flew across the room, hugging me fiercely.

“You were shot,” she cried, tears running down her face. “You were dying! How?”

“Lilith,” I answered, holding Mary to me. I buried my face in her auburn hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo.

I looked over at Theodora and anger filled me. She attacked me, killed Chasity and five of my bodyguards. A white-hot rage gripped me as I stared at the woman as she sat calmly on the couch. I looked at the SWAT officer. “Kill her,” I ordered the man.

He drew his 9 mm. The very same handgun Theodora threatened my Mary with just minutes ago, I thought with satisfaction. Theodora glanced at the gun. Instead of fear, her face became calm and she closed her eyes.

“No!” Mary shouted, pushing away from me. “Put the gun away!”

The SWAT officer froze as he struggled with conflicting commands. Mary slid between the man and Theodora, arms out-stretched. What was going on here? Did Theodora do something to Mary when she captured her? Place some sort of spell on my fiancee? These damn nuns were cunning, that was for sure. Theodora was staring at Mary with blossoming hope.

“What’s going on, Mary?” I demanded. “She killed Chasity.” Theodora flinched and tears started falling from her eyes. Why did that make her cry?

“She’s my mother, Mark.”

Mary’s words crashed into me. I stared at Theodora. They did look alike, the same heart-shaped faces, same cheekbones. I remembered discovering the golden thread that touched Mary’s aura. The same golden thread that touched Shannon and Missy’s auras. I must know someone who is a nun. Mary’s words echoed back in my head from last week when I discovered the thread.

“How?” I asked. “I thought your mom ran off with some musician?”

“He was a Warlock,” Mary answered. “He…he did some bad stuff to my mom. Karen rescued her and Mom thought her relationship with dad was destroyed so she became a nun.”

“You said you gave me your gift, Theodora? So, what, I’m a nun?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Well, I guess you’d be a monk, actually.”

“Mark, you changed when she said that word,” Mary said. “Look in a mirror. You look eighteen.” Mary rubbed a hand along my bare chest. I didn’t bother to put on a shirt when I came looking for Mary. “And your chest. Umm, you’re all muscley,” Mary purred. “And your aura, its bronze, now. Not red. Or even gold.”

“Bronze?” I asked. “Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?”

Theodora frowned. “I don’t know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers, I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam.”

I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I found a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like myself, sort of. I looked a little younger, a little more boyish, and the fat in my face was all gone. The fat was gone from my entire body and I had muscles. Not the bulging muscles of a weightlifter, but the toned muscles of a man in peak physical shape. I did a few poses, marveling at my physique.

“Umm, you look so hot,” Mary cooed. I glanced back to see her licking her lips.

I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was almost as light as a feather. She laughed, hooking one arm around my neck and I kissed her sweet lips. I carried her back to the living room and went to set her down but her arm tightened around my neck in protest.

“Why did you do this, Tiffany?” I asked, trying not to get distracted by Mary’s ticklish finger running across my chest.

She bit her lip. Mary did that same thing when she was thinking. “I want my husband back,” she confessed. “And I wanted to test you. Mary said you were a good person, deep inside. When you submitted, I made my choice. Maybe with my Gift, it will help temper you and bring out the better person inside you.”

“And would you have really shot your daughter?” I growled.

She shook her head. “No. I couldn’t do that. I would have ordered Dennis,” she glanced at the SWAT officer, “to restrain you and exorcise you. I just had to know what my daughter saw in you. Deep inside you’re a good man, try and remember that.”

Anger was still choking at me. “And what am I supposed to do with you. Am I just supposed to forget what you did to Chasity?”

“She’s my mother, Mark,” Mary whispered.

“And you hated her, Mary!”

“I didn’t know the truth,” Mary answered, tears brimming around her eyes. She wiggled in my arms and I sat her down. Mary walked over to the couch and sat down next to her mother, and hugging her tightly, whispered, “I love you, mom. I never really stopped loving you. I think that’s why I was so angry with you. Why it hurt so much when you…disappeared” Mary looked up at me. “Let’s go home, Mark.”

Mary’s eyes pleaded with me. “Fine,” I answered, flatly.

Mary hugged me and kissed me, her hands roaming my body. “Thank you, Mark. For coming for me.”

“Always,” I whispered and stroked her face. “I love you.”

“I am sorry,” Tiffany whispered, clutching her hands guiltily. “I thought I was doing the right thing when we attacked you.” She gave a bitter laugh. “It was all for the greater good.”

I ignored her and scooped up Mary in my arms again. She giggled happily as we walked out of the house. “A girl could get used to this,” she laughed. Tiffany trailed after us and I had to set Mary down when we reached the cars. The bodyguards all happily hugged Mary, all of their professionalism vanishing into relief that their Mistress was safe. Mary and I slid into the back of 51’s car. Tiffany slid into the front seat. Anger burned in 51’s eyes as she looked at Tiffany. I couldn’t blame her. I wanted to rip the blonde woman’s head off. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but how could I ever forget that Chasity is dead.

Mary snuggled up against me on the drive back and I stroked her auburn hair. “What did you have to give Lilith?” she asked.

“Karen,” I answered. “Until her child is born.”

“Of course,” Mary nodded in understanding. “Karen would have died with you.” Mary hands were rubbing softly along my muscled chest. “I’ve always had a weakness for a muscular chest,” Mary purred. My cock stirred in my pants.

“What were we doing when we were interrupted?” I asked Mary with a smile.

“This,” she said and pulled my lips down to hers and her kiss so was fierce and sweet. I pulled her up into my lap, running my hand around her body through her dirty sundress. I felt her breasts, fingering her hard nipples and swirling them beneath the fabric. Mary’s kiss grew more passionate as I played with her breasts.

“I need you, Mare,” I whispered, my cock achingly hard in my pants.

Mary purred, “I can feel just how much you need me.”

Mary reached under us and deftly unzipped my jeans and fished my cock out. Her fingers were hot on my hard cock and she gently guided me to her wet pussy. I groaned loudly as she sank down onto me. I was back inside my filly and I hugged her tightly to me. Her lips were hungry as she kissed me and her hips were pumping wildly on my cock.

“Mary!” Tiffany gasped in the front seat. “What are you doing!”

“Fucking my fiancee. We were trying to have make-up sex when everything happened.” Mary didn’t stop riding me as she glanced over her shoulder at her mother. “Mom, you’ll need to get used to this. We’re a very affectionate family, now.”

Tiffany blushed as prettily as Mary ever did. “What does that mean?”

“I’ve slept with dad. And with Missy and Shannon,” Mary answered as she continued sliding her wet cunt up and down on my cock. “And with Mark’s mother and sister.”

Tiffany gaped at her. “Jesus Christ, Mary.”

“If you want to be with Dad, there’s a few ground rules we need to cover,” Mary told her.

Tiffany sighed. “Of course. You two are Warlocks. Just…just let me be with Sean.”

“That’s between you and dad,” Mary answered. “First, incest is not wrong. Second, it’s okay to have a sex slave. Third, you need to let me perform the Zimmah Ritual on you and, finally, you have to let Mark and I protect you. You can ignore anything else I tell you to do.”

I watched Tiffany’s aura transform from silver to black. Mary nudged me, her hips stopped pumping. I sighed. “Fine. Tiffany, you can ignore my commands if you want.”

Mary smiled and started pumping on my cock again, to my relief, and I moaned as her pussy pleasured me. The disgust on Tiffany’s face vanished and a smile formed on her lips. “You’ve grown up into a very beautiful woman.”

“I can see why you became a nun,” Mary laughed. “You look as young as me. Shannon’s not going to be happy.”

Mary’s pussy was gripping my cock nice and tight as she rode me and I pushed down the straps of her sundress to expose her perky, freckled tits and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I circled the hard nub with my tongue as my hands kneaded Mary’s plump ass.

“Oh, fuck, I love your cock inside me, Mark!” Mary groaned. “Umm, my randy stallion!”

She was bouncing faster and faster on me and I could feel my balls tighten, threatening to fill her with my cum. I released her nipple. “Gonna cum, Mare!”

“Ohh, are you going to fill your naughty filly’s cunt with your cum?” Mary moaned. Her hips were pumping wildly on my cock. “Cum in me! Cum! Cum!”

Her chants grew louder and louder, urging me to flood her pussy. She slammed down hard on me, her cunt rippling on my cock as she came, milking my cum out of my balls. I felt it squirt into her, four powerful blasts that left me breathing hard. Mary rested atop me, her cunt gently squeezing my softening cock as she kissed me and hugged me tightly.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Mary said, and there were tears shining in her eyes. “I don’t ever want to see you hurt and dying. You hear me, Mark Glassner?”

“I won’t, Mare,” I lied to her. I couldn’t control the future, and Mary knew that. So I lied and she pretended to believe me. I brushed the tear from her eye and kissed her softly on the lips.

Mary snuggled up to me. “Good.”

“I am starting to see what you like about him, Mary,” Tiffany smiled. “So, how are Shannon and Melissa?”

“We call her Missy,” Mary smiled. “And she’s grown into a beautiful and very annoying teenager. She has a boyfriend named Damien and they are so cute together.”

Tiffany blinked back tears. “When I last saw her, she was just learning to walk and called me ‘baba’. She couldn’t say mama, yet.” Tiffany sniffed. “And what about Shannon.”

“She’s engaged,” Mary answered. “George is alright.”

Tiffany swallowed. “And your Dad?”

“He’s good. He still has that ridiculous ponytail.” Mary paused. “We gave him a sex slave. You’ll like her. Although Dad likes her to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl. I think all those years of teaching High School girls may have corrupted him.”

“A sex slave? I guess I’ll have to get used to that.”

“Oh, she’ll be yours as well if you and Dad get back together,” Mary giggled, then her giggle turned into a frown. “Mark, I think we need to talk later.”

I opened my mouth to ask why, when my phone rang. I fished my phone out of my pocket. The caller ID said it was the house. “Hello.”

“Mi Rey,” purred Desiree. “Have you saved mi Reina, yet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s sitting on my cock.”

“That’s so amazing!” Desiree cheered and in the background I could hear the excited shouts of all the sluts. “Mi Rey,” Desiree started saying then paused. I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“What, Desiree?” I asked. Fear constricted my heart. Did Xiu die? Last I saw, she was on her way to the hospital with a bullet in her guts.

“Fiona’s back from watching Karen and that puta, Lilith, appeared and took Karen.”

“I know,” I answered, sadly. Lilith promised to return her, unharmed, when she had her child. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in relief. “We all are eagerly awaiting your return.”

As we approached Mountain View Court, Shaw Road was lined with news van. The Puyallup Police had corralled the media around the sign the for neighborhood. Cameras flashed and the media pressed in on our cars as the cops pushed them back and let us through. The street looked different; most of the emergency vehicles were gone. The few neighbors we let stay in their houses were out, inspecting the damage and cleaning up the mess.

Everyone was waiting for us out front. All our sluts were there, save Karen and Xiu. My Mom and her girlfriend Betty, their sex slave Joy, and my little sister, Antsy, and her slave, Via. And Mary’s family: Sean and his slave, Felicity, Shannon and George and their slave, Starla, and Missy and Damien, and their slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Tiffany’s breath caught in her voice as she saw her family.

“Wait in the car, mom,” Mary suggested. “Let me talk to them.”

I stepped out of the car and helped Mary out. The sluts all rushed to us, hugging us tightly and kissing us both. Antsy and my Mom came up, tears in my mom’s eyes, and I pulled them both to me and hugged them fiercely. I kissed Mom on the lips, then my baby sister.

“Umm, big bro, you’re ripped!” Antsy exclaimed. “What happened to you? Everyone said you were shot and got better. We spent the entire shootout hiding in the basement. We were all too scared to come out until after you left.”

“Was it a miracle?” my mom asked. “Everyone said a miracle happened.”

“Sure,” I muttered, glancing over to Mary, who was hugging her father and sisters.

“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” Mary said, biting her lip. “I…”

“Who is that in the car?” Sean asked, frowning.

“Theodora!” Antsy hissed, recognizing the former nun, and I caught her arm as she tried to run over there. “That fucking bitch!”

I pulled her back. Part of me wanted to let my baby sister claw her eyes out. “It’s okay,” I lied to my sister.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about, dad,” Mary continued.

Sean ignored his daughter, walking slowly to the car. Tiffany slipped out, looking like a scared deer in headlights. “Tiffany?” Sean asked, stunned.

Tiffany’s lip quivered. “It’s me, Sean. I…”

Sean fell to his knees before her. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, “for whatever I did to drive you away. Please, forgive me! I never meant to hurt you!”

Tiffany knelt down and cupped Sean’s face. “You didn’t do anything, Sean.”

“Then why, Tif?”

“Because Kurt Bronson made me.” Pain twisted on Tiffany’s face. “Kurt has powers, like Mark and…and Mary. He…”

Sean hugged her tightly. “Tell me this isn’t a dream?”

“I’m real, Sean.” She pushed away. “Can you forgive me? When I was freed from Kurt’s powers I was too scared to find you. I…I thought you would hate me. I…I didn’t have faith in your love.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Sean whispered. “Everyday I felt empty without you. Like the best part of me was missing.”

Tiffany was smiling and crying. Then she saw her daughters. Shannon and Missy were staring in disbelief. Anger started to twist Shannon’s face and Mary bent over and started whispering to her sister. Missy walked forward, almost in a daze, and knelt down next to her parents.

“Are you really my mommy?” Missy asked, in the littlest girl’s voice.

“Yes,” Tiffany said and pulled her youngest daughter into the embrace she shared with Sean. “My little Melissa’s grown up into a beautiful, young woman.”

Missy flushed. “No one calls me Melissa. It’s Missy.”

“Missy,” Tiffany smiled, stroking her youngest daughter’s face. “I like that.”

Shannon stalked up. “You’re back, huh.”

Tiffany stood up. “I’m sorry, Shannon. I…” Shannon slapped her mother and then stalked off.

Antsy broke from my grasp and walked over to Tiffany. “Bitch,” Antsy snapped. “What did I ever do to you! I was nice to you and you tried to destroy my life.”

Tiffany flinched from her words. “I…I was wrong. Please, Antsy, I am so sorry for deceiving you. I…” Antsy’s slap caught Tiffany unprepared and she staggered back.

Sean stepped up between the two women and glared at my little sister. “That’s my wife,” he growled at Antsy. Antsy sniffed and stormed off, dragging Via, her sex slave, behind her.

My mom walked up to Tiffany, who stared warily at her. “Hi, I’m Sandy,” she warmly greeted. “Mark’s my son, so I guess we’ll be family soon.”

“I guess so,” Tiffany answered and my mom hugged her and kissed her on the lips. Tiffany flushed. “I guess that’s how friendly the family is, now.”

Sean grabbed Tiffany’s shoulder. “Come on. I think we need to talk in private.”

Tiffany flushed. “I would like that, Sean.”

“Shannon will come around,” Sean told her, putting his arm around her shoulder. “She tried to take your place. She had to grow up too fast. I wasn’t much help, I’m afraid.”

I pulled Mary to me. “Let’s go inside.”

She gave one last look at her parents as they walked down the street, then nodded. She took a deep breath and asked, “Did Alice die?”

“She was alive last I heard,” I answered. “But she was in critical condition.” I swallowed. “Was that your mom’s doing?”

“Yeah,” Mary whispered, tearing up. “My mom went from being used by one side to being used by the other.” Mary frowned, biting her lip. “Mark, I think…I think we need to be more careful about our powers. About whom we use them on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Mark, you’ve broken up people’s marriages and relationships. And who knows what other consequences have happened. You raped that girl, too.” I flinched at her words. Mary took a deep breath. “We could use our powers to help people. Make their lives better. Not destroy them.”

“So, no more fucking any woman I want?” I asked her, pointedly.

“Well, no,” Mary frowned. “Just, don’t ruin their lives. Don’t break up their relationships. Give them some happiness. And…And maybe we should release the sluts.”

“What?” I asked in surprise. “No, no. I love my sluts!”

“I love them, too, Mark. But, what if deep inside they’re unhappy. What if they’re like my mom. I say we give them a choice. Free them and let them choose to be with us.”

“I’m not sure we can free them from the spell,” I protested. “They may still be tied to us.”

Mary shrugged. “We can at least give them back their free will, like we did with our family.” Mary paused, then pointed out, “You say I’m all you really need.”

I sighed. “Fine, Mary. But we need the bodyguards.”

“For now,” Mary said with a nod. “Maybe we can find others who are willing.”

“Okay.” Then I grinned, “You do know if there are no sluts around, I’m making you do all the cooking and cleaning.”

Mary giggled. “You haven’t tried my cooking. You might regret those words.”

Inside the house, the sluts were busy sweeping up the broken glass, or wiping up the blood stain from Xiu’s wound. Sam was at the table, a pile of books spread out as she was busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

“Sam, is there a way to break the Zimmah bond?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” Sam answered, adjusting her silver glasses on her round face. “I haven’t found that spell in here, yet.”

“Find out,” I ordered.

Mary and I changed into some clean clothes and then gathered the sluts around the dining room table. I looked them all over; slutty Alison sitting on Desiree, her fiancee’s, lap, Lillian with her black hair highlighted with blue and purple streaks, cute and innocent Violet and April, dusky Thamina, caramel-skinned Jessica, cinnamon-skinned Willow, sandy-blonde Noel, doll-faced Korina, olive skinned Sam, and strawberry-blonde Fiona.

Only Xiu and Karen were missing. And Chasity. I closed my eyes, forcing back the tears. Mary may have been able to forgive her mother, but I’m not sure I will ever be able to. Chasity was such a wonderful, and dependable, woman. There was grief and worry on all of the sluts’ faces. They miss Chasity as much as I do.

“Master, Xiu is in surgery,” Willow, our doctor slut, reported. “The surgeon is very good. He seems to think she’ll survive. But…the bullet caught her in the uterus and they are performing a hysterectomy. 04 and 47 are in the ICU and have been upgraded to serious. Doctors do not expect 30 to survive. Alice is also still in critical condition and is in surgery.”

Mary looked over the sluts. “I have come to care for all of you very much,” Mary started, biting at her lip. “We forced you to be our slaves and…”

“We wanted to be your slaves,” Alison protested.

Violet nodded. “You and Master are so wonderful, how could we not want to be your slaves?”

“Yeah,” April nodded. She looked so cute and nerdy with her glasses on.

“Well, Mark and I want you to choose to be with us,” Mary continued.

“Oh, I choose, Mistress,” Thamina eagerly said. All the other girls also chimed in eagerly.

I swallowed. “Until tomorrow at noon, all of you can make your own decisions and will not have to do what Mary and I tell you. Tomorrow you will return to the house and we will let you choose to stay with us or we’ll let you go and live your lives.”

Mary repeated my words and the girls suddenly changed as they realized what had happened. Pain, anger, confusion clouded their faces. The girls begin to yell and shout and cry as Mary and I left the house. We gathered up the ten bodyguards and headed over to Good Sam Hospital. Xiu and the bodyguards that got shot were there, and they were all hurt because of us. The least we could do is be there for them.

My Mustang was ruined. A round came through the garage and punctured the engine block. Mary’s Eos had a shattered windshield and a shot-up fender. As we were getting into the back of 51’s cop car, Chief Hayworth walked up. He was a whip-thin, iron-hard man wearing a navy blue dress uniform. He was Chief of Police of Puyallup and shook my hand with a firm grip.

“What a mess,” he said sadly, shaking his head. “Officer Vinter was a fine cop.”

Yeah, Chasity was the best. “What have you told the media?”

“The truth,” he answered. “A group of disgruntled Pierce County SWAT officers attacked you and six officers lost their lives and many others were hurt. Sheriff Erkhart is being grilled by the media. It looks bad for him.”

“Can you have a few of your cops stick around to keep the media out of the street?” I asked.

“Sure, Mr. Glassner,” he nodded. “I hear you’re running for office. State rep, right?”

I looked around at the neighborhood, frowning. I was starting to agree with Mary’s plan to run for the Rep for the city of Puyallup. I could do a lot of good with my power, change things. Make them better. So things like this would not happen anymore. I could make sure that Chasity and the others did not die in vain.

“Yeah, can I count on your support?” I asked the Chief.

“Sure,” Chief Hayworth smiled.

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Vivian Anders – Spaneway, WA

I stared at the pregnancy test. Two pink lines.

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered to myself. I looked over at my girlfriend, Cynthia, who was staring expectantly at me. “I’m pregnant, Sin.”

When my period did not come on time I tried to tell myself I was just late. It happens to some women. Not to me though, at least, not since I was fourteen. But maybe I was just stressed or something. I had finally come out to my parents about being gay and moving in with my girlfriend, and things were stressed. I barely had time to think about the possibility of being pregnant as my Christian parents badgered me about sexual reorientation therapies. But, I was a week late now, and there was only one man who could be the father.

Mark Glassner.

I could remember that glorious day that Mark Glassner walked into the Starbucks. It was a Thursday morning and I was standing in line. Mark walked in, kicked out all the customers and fucked me and Cynthia and Mary. It was so hot. And I fell in love with Cynthia that day. Since then, Cynthia had quit her job, and we were supporting ourselves by streaming our lovemaking on nasty-girls-live.com.

“You’re pregnant?” Cynthia asked. The punk girl’s expression became so soft and loving. And then she gave an excited squeal. I had never seen her like this at all. “We’re having a baby!” She hugged me and kissed me. I would have to thank Mark when I saw him for giving me a family. I guess I would see him at his wedding. The invitations arrived late last week and Cynthia and I spent a fun day shopping for dresses.

“…at Mark Glassner’s residence.”

We broke our kiss, glancing at the TV. The news was on and they were talking about Mark Glassner. He was in the news a lot since that day. Cynthia and I had been following his exploits, wondering how he could do the things he did. He caused that Orgy at Best Buy the same day he fucked us at the Starbucks. And there were all those bank robberies. On the TV, there was a clip of men in black shooting automatic weapons. I frowned, what was going on?

“Violence erupted in this quite street in South Hill,” the female reporter said. The crawl at the bottom of the screen identified her as Debra Horne-Darnell of Q13 Fox News. “I’m standing here in the aftermath of a brutal attack by the disgraced Pierce County SWAT Officers on the home of Mark Glassner. Last week, it came out that this very same SWAT unit was embroiled in a sexual misconduct scandal centered around the Glassner residence. What you are about to watch is graphic,” Debra warned.

An image of Mark Glassner talking with a black-haired woman plays on the TV. I jumped as Mark takes an entire gun-full of bullets to the chest. “Oh no,” I gasped and Cynthia squeezed my hand reassuringly as I watched the father of my child dying on the TV.

“As Mark lay dying, the SWAT Officers attacked,” Debra reported. “My cameraman and I were on the scene prepping a story when we captured the firefight.” More clips of a shootout are shown. We would catch glimpses of Mark being worked on by two women, one in a slutty nurse’s outfit and the other in a slutty cop’s outfit during the firefight. In fact, the SWAT seemed to be fighting women dressed as slutty cops.

“How strange,” I whispered to Cynthia as I was riveted to the TV.

“What?” she asked.

“The cops are all dressed like slutty cops you’d see at Halloween.”

Cynthia gave a wicked laugh. “I bet that’s Mark’s doing.”

“The most amazing part came after the firefight ended,” Debra said. There was something in her voice, almost reverence. Awe, maybe?

The clip changed to a group of paramedics, three of them, working over Mark when suddenly a scarlet light engulfed the dying man. Everyone around him froze, the paramedics, the watching cops, everyone. Then Mark pulled off the oxygen mask, ripped out the IV and sat up. My heart hammered in amazement. What was going on?

“What the BLEEP!” a paramedic shouted, his expletive censored. My thoughts whirled in my head. That paramedic was right, what the bleep?

Mark started pulling off the bandages and in full HD you could clearly see perfectly unblemished skin beneath the bloody bandages. Mark gave a wordless, exhilarating scream, then shouted, “I am alive! Mary, I’m alive!”

“It’s a miracle,” the female paramedic gasped. “The wounds have healed. My God, they’re completely gone.”

A confused chatter broke out amongst the cops and firemen standing around. “How?” someone asked. “A miracle,” and, “Praise God,” could be heard.

“What are you?” a fireman asked, and the clip ended, cutting back to the studio with a picture-in-picture of Debra live on location.

“What do you think happened?” the anchor asked Debra.

“A miracle,” Debra said, her eyes shining with unprofessional fervor. “Mark Glassner is some sort of divine creature, a God, maybe. It explains everything about him. How he…”

Debra’s rant was cut off and the anchor apologized, “We’re having technical problems with the signal from Debra. A tragic day in South Hill, six cops dead and many more injured, from a shoot-out with…” I turned the TV off.

I rubbed my belly, my eyes wide in amazement as I glanced at Cynthia, her eyes just as wide. Mark Glassner was a God. He was shot and killed and came back to life. He was a God. That’s how he made an entire store, full of people, fuck each other. How could you refuse a God anything. I reached down, stroking my flat stomach.

A little god was growing inside me. Cynthia reached out and stroked my belly, tenderly. She was thinking the same thing I was. Mark Glassner had blessed my family and the entire world needed to know. I pulled out my phone and sent out a tweet, “#MarkGlassnerIsGod, and I am carrying his child!”

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Aurora Miller – Graham, WA

My phone vibrated. My sister sent me a tweet. Well, a re-tweet from someone named Vivian Anders. “#MarkGlassnerIsGod, and I am carrying his child!”

I frowned. I knew Mark. I could vividly remember that day three weeks ago when he walked into the Victoria’s Secret where I worked. He was accompanied by his girlfriend, Mary, and some pink-haired chick they called their ‘slut’. Before I knew what was happening, Heather, my co-worker, and I were sucking Mark’s cock while his girlfriend and slut modeled lingerie.

To this day, I do not know what came over me. Whatever Mark said, I would do. I sucked his cock, then I happily ate my first pussy, Heather’s, as she returned the favor. A sixty-nine I think it’s called. Mark wanted us to eat each other’s cunts, so we did. We would have done anything for him and his girlfriend. Afterward, Heather and I could not look each other in the eyes. We knew we weren’t ourselves that day, but neither of us could forget what Mark made us do to each other. Heather switched shifts so we wouldn’t work together anymore, that’s how awkward it had grown between us.

I searched on my phone about Mark being a god and found on youtube a thirty minute, unedited news clip dubbed, “The Miracle in South Hill.” The clip was uploaded by reporter-deb13. I watched in fascination as Mark got shot by a woman a bunch of times in the chest, the intense firefight that followed, and then the scarlet light and the miracle of Mark getting healed. At the end of the clip, the poster, Debra Horne-Darnell gave a breathless rant about how Mark Glassner was a God or some sort of divine being. Then the rest of the clip was her interviewing the cops, firemen and paramedics who witnessed the miracle. All of them agreed that Mark was shot five times and then, miraculously, was healed. All of them, these professional-looking men and women, were shaken. Some with disbelief, others with worshipful awe.

My eyes were wide in comprehension. I had been touched by a God, tasted his seed.

I was blessed.

I started typing a comment; the world had to know.

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Beth Philips – Sumner, WA

I sat on the couch, next to my husband, Eric, watching the “Miracle in South Hill,” youtube clip on my tablet, those annoying earbuds pinching my ears. I had to wear them so I wouldn’t disrupt my husband’s precious TV time.

It was him, I realized in astonishment as I watched the clip. The man who fucked me in the bathroom of the Larson Volkswagen Dealership three weeks ago. My husband, Eric, and I had been out shopping for a new car when this man walked up to me and told me to go to the bathroom and wait for him naked. Not understanding why I did it, I followed his orders. The man fucked me in that bathroom while my husband waited outside the door. Eric thought I had a stomach bug, but really I was having the best sex in my life.

I couldn’t stop thinking of the man, whom I later learned was Mark Glassner. Every time my husband’s small dick was in me, the few times he’s fucked me since that day, I thought of Mark’s big cock. How great it felt as it plowed into me. Eric hadn’t satisfied me with his cock, since. I even had to buy a dildo to pleasure myself with, pretending it was Mark fucking me again.

A few days ago, I found out I was pregnant. After Mark, I hadn’t slept with my husband for a week. The timing was right with my ovulation cycle for Mark to be the father. I didn’t know how to tell my husband I was having another man’s child. I didn’t know how to tell my husband that I didn’t want to be his wife anymore. There had been a rift growing between Eric and I that Mark split-wide open that day.

And now my entire world had changed. When I got home from work, I got on reddit like I always did, and this youtube clip was on with over 7000 up votes. So I clicked on the link and I could not tear my eyes away for the entire thirty minute clip. My mind was whirling, what had I just witnessed? A miracle? A God? I started scrolling through the comments. People were debating, some said it was a hoax, others a miracle, and a few claimed it was aliens. One comment jumped out at me, from aurora45: “I drank Mark’s seed. I am blessed by him. He is a God. My coworker and I pleasured each other for him. All it took was his word, and we were his slaves. He is a God!”

He is a God.

No wonder Eric’s cock couldn’t satisfy me. I had lain with a God. What mere mortal cock could ever satisfy me again?

A God planted a child inside me. My hand rubbed unconsciously at my stomach.

Another user, Anastasia Milburn, created a Google+ Community titled, “Women Who’ve Lain with Mark Glassner.”

I clicked on the link and read with fascination as Anastasia described meeting Mark while jogging and how he commanded her to jog naked with him. When they returned to her house, Mark fucked her in the kitchen as her husband showered upstairs. “Now Im Mark’s slut and my husband’s slut,” Anastasia typed. “And Ive never been more happy. I missed my period 2day. I may be carrying Mark’s child. My hubby is so happy 2 share me w/ a god.”

Anastasia also posted a video, clearly taken on a cell phone. “It’s over, Stan,” a woman shouted. The image showed a different angle from the youtube video. Police and ambulances started streaming in. “My god, I think Mark’s been shot,” the woman cried in alarm.

“It’ll be okay, Ana,” the man, presumably Stan, said.

The video played for a few more minutes with the occasional comment from Anastasia and her husband, Stan, as paramedics started working on Mark and then the crimson light and Mark was sitting up. “Ohmygod!” Anastasia gasped over and over. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”

“A miracle,” Stan whispered in awe.

And the video ended.

Other women were joining the circle, describing their encounters with Mark Glassner and his consort, the beautiful Mary. Lucy McKay wrote, “I worked at Best Buy and was there during the orgy. Mark Glassner fucked me from bhind as I eat out this Muslim’s cunt. No one nows how Mark made us all fukc each other. He must be angel or a God or somthing.”

My pussy began to itch in my pants. I had to get off. “I’m going to lie down,” I lied to Eric.

“Sure,” he said. One of those stupid singing-competition shows was on. Eric loved them. He would be watching TV until ten. Plenty of time for me to get off once or twice.

I took my tablet into the bedroom, shimmied out of my pants and panties. I ran a finger through the fine down of hair that grew between my legs, yellow as cornsilk and just as soft. I was growing damp, matting down the hair around my pussy. I pulled out the big, purple dildo from my panties drawer and got comfortable on the bed.

Yvonne Deponty wrote, “I work as night concierge at Four Seasons in Seattle. few weeks ago, Mark and 6 nekkid women piled out of limo in teh middle of night. Mark took one look at me and I was butter in his hands. He fuk my snatch hard in teh elevator ride up to room. Ive never been such a slut in my life and I luv it. :-)”

I pushed the dildo up inside me, groaning as the rubber cock filled up my cunt. I gripped it by the base and started to gently push it in and out of my wet cunt. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and I eagerly read the next account.

“Hi every1, I’m Macy,” Macy Gladwyn wrote, “and yd I was in court to divorce my loser husband when Mark walked in with 2 women and sat bside me. His women wore chokers that said they were his sluts. Alison, I think 1 was named, and the other was a beautiful mexican. I suked Mark’s cock and he fucked me up the ass in the courtroom!!! He told teh judge to let us fuck and the dried up ol hag just let us!!! I cum so hard!!”

I slid my dildo faster and harder inside me. My breath was quickening. I’ve never been fucked up the ass before. Eric always wanted to do it, but it always sounded so dirty. But reading Macy’s account left me wondering what it was like. Maybe I would shove my dildo up there and give myself a nice little cum. I wiggled my hips and let out a soft sigh and kept reading.

“Hey all,” Bonnie Slate wrote. “I’ve not fucked Mark. But I’ve ate out his fiancee, the very beautiful Mary Sullivan. Shes most heavenly woman I’ve ever met. She seduced me while I took her measurements for her weddign dress. My little pussy’s gettin wet just thinkin bout it. She came in yesterday with her bridesmaids and we had a wild time in my backroom. Mark must b quite a guy to please tha t woman! *-)”

I was really ramming the dildo in as I read Daffodil Ethan’s account. “Just graduated from Rogers, class of ’13 yay!!! 🙂 On last wk of school, Mark walked into our locker room and sent our gym teach packin. He ordered us gals to strip naked and we had a orgy in locker room. It was so wild. I gave Mark a titty fuck with my big ol cans and he gave me a nice cum bath.”

Daffodil upload a pic of her ‘big ol cans’. She was a lovely girl, brunette, with big tits topped with fat, pink nipples. I pictured those tits wrapped around Mark’s cock, and him spewing white cum all over those luscious melons. I licked my lips, pumping my dildo so fast in my pussy until I shuddered, my tablet sliding off my chest onto the bed next to me as a nice cum flowed through me.

I pulled out my dildo and licked my tart juices off. I fumbled for the KY jelly I kept in a drawer on my nightstand, Eric rarely gets me wet anymore, so I had to start buying lube. I got my dildo nice and slick, bent my legs, and searched for my asshole. I found it, rubbing my big old dildo on it and slowly started to push. My asshole resisted and resisted and I pushed harder and then the dildo slipped inside.

“Holy shit!” I gasped. I felt so full back there.

I grabbed the tablet and kept reading. There was a reply to Daffodil’s story from Addison Savidge. “Oh wow I was in tht gym class. That was wild. I ate out so many girls cunts. Super fun!! I’ve been dreaming about Mark coming back for my Junior year. He’s like one of those Greek gods, in myth, ya know, who cumes down and fuks us mortal chicks!! ”

I started sliding the dildo in and out of my ass. It felt surprisingly nice once I got used to it and I kept reading my tablet as I gently fucked my dildo in and out of my ass. I wished it was Mark’s cock reaming my ass. I bet that would feel even more amazing. That Macy girl was so lucky to experience Mark’s cock in her asshole.

“Me and mom jog /w Mark every morning! :-)!!!” a Cassie Blackwood wrote. “I luv being Mark’s slut /w my mom. We so close now. At home me and mom are sluts for daddy!! Im so glad I met Mark!! I’d tots worship him!”

Yes, yes! I would worship him, too! I would kneel before Mark and suck his cock and receive his blessing straight from the source. I was close to cumming, ramming the dildo harder and faster into my ass. “Oh, Mark!” I moaned softly. “Umm, let me be yours! Let me taste your godly cum!” My orgasm crashed through me, stars swimming in my eye and I could see Mark. He was watching me, I just knew it. Watching me cum for him.

Panting, I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass. Glancing at my tablet, I saw there was a new post. “I’m out on street where Mark lives. hoping to get glimpse of him!” a Nina Royceston posted, along with a pic of her in front of a housing development called “Mountain View Estates.” She was a pretty teenage girl with black hair in a plaited braid and a smiling face. She wore a red sundress decorated with white flowers. The photo was captioned with, “This is the dress I wore when Mark fucked me in the movie theater.”

I found my pants and a pair of comfortable shoes, then I pulled on the most revealing blouse I had. No bra, I wanted my assets to be on display. I knew what I had to do. As I walked out into the living room I took one last look at my pathetic husband.

“I’m leaving,” I told him.

“Where you going, Beth?” he asked, eyes still focused on the TV.

“To be with my God.”

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Rose Cunningham – South Hill, WA

“Oh mom,” I moaned.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room letting my mom lez out on my pussy. She was really good at it. Her tongue was digging through my blonde-furred muff as I gripped her brown hair and ground my pussy into her gentle lips. My twin sister, Daisy, was kneeling behind Mom, a strap-on dildo, fiery red, plowing in and out of Mom’s cunt. I was licking my lips, watching Daisy’s melons bounce about as she gave it to mom, nice and good.

I loved lezzing out with my mom and my twin sister. And it was all thanks to Mark and Mary. That wild day when we were shopping at Lowes as a family and we ran into Mark and his girlfriend. It started out as a boring day being dragged along with my parents as they went on one of their home-improvement kicks, then turned exciting. With just a few words, our whole family was fucking Mark and Mary in the Garden Section of Lowes.

And my family has never been happier. We just love each other so much, we delight in expressing it. And my mom was really expressing how much she loved me with her delightful mouth on my pussy. Her tongue was probing my hole, wiggling around against my sensitive pussy walls. She wiggled her face from side to side, the tip of her nose bumping wickedly against my clit.

“Mom’s giving it to you great, huh, Rosie?” Daisy panted.

“Oh yes!” I moaned. “Mom’s making me feel amazing! I’m gonna cum real soon!”

“Lezzie slut!” Daisy taunted with a smile.

“You’d know all ’bout that, Daisy,” I retorted.

The door opened and Dad walked in. “You got to see this,” dad said. I was a little miffed, his three women were in a delightful lezzie orgy and he was ignoring us, turning on the TV to Fox News.

I rolled my eyes. Dad was such a news junkie and he watched boring old Fox News all the time. I wish he wouldn’t, all it did was get him worked up about Obamacare and how Obama was a secret socialist trying to deliberately ruin the country. The worst part was, mom stopped eating my pussy to look at the TV. I groaned in frustration, I was so darn close to cumming.

“…calling it the Miracle in South Hill,” the news anchor reported. “A man that reports name as Mark Glassner, was shot multiple times in a shoot-out between police and heavily armed men.” My heart clutched in fear. Who would want to shoot Mark. He made our family so happy. “While paramedics were working on him, this footage was caught by the local Fox Affiliate in Seattle.” There was a man, Mark, I guess, lying on the ground being worked on by three paramedics and then a scarlet light flashed and he was sitting up. “He was shot five times,” a white-faced paramedic said on-screen. “And then…he was fine. Not a wound on him. It was…a miracle. The man is something special, something holy.”

The man is something special, something holy. The words echoed in my head. I saw my twin’s blue eyes widening in realization. Of course he was special and holy. “He taught us to love each other,” I whispered.

“He did, Rosie,” my mom whispered, her eyes shining with wonder, then she bent down and started loving my cunt some more and I was soon cumming on her lips and praising Mark for giving me my new, loving family.

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Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum – Butler, Pennsylvania

I was cuddling with Jacob on the couch of our apartment. Everything was in boxes. We spent the first day back from our honeymoon packing up the house. Escrow would close on our new house in a few days and then we could move in. We were taking a break from the packing to make a little love. Jacob’s cheeks were all stubbly with his five o’clock shadow and I loved the rough feel of his whiskers on my skin.

He slipped his hand up my blouse, finding my breast, when the front door opened and Leah walked in. I smiled happily at seeing her. Leah was our wife, and our lovemaking break would be even more fun with her. I met her on my honeymoon when Mark and Mary invited me to have fun with them over the weekend. My poor husband had to spend most of our honeymoon alone while I was out having so much fun. Leah was Mark and Mary’s chauffeur and, to my surprise, I fell in love with the vivacious blonde. But I also loved my husband, so I brought her with me when I returned to Jacob.

Jacob and Leah seemed to be hitting it off and we were one happily married threesome. Technically, only Jacob and I were married, but maybe one day we could all be married. Jacob found an interview Mary gave where she talked about how wrong it was for the government to oppose bigamy. Mary said in the interview that people should be free to marry whomever they want, even multiple whomevers. If anyone could change things, it would be Mark and Mary.

Jacob, being the great guy he was, stood up and took the box from Leah’s hands and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “You need to see the news,” Leah squealed. “People are saying Mark died and came back to life.”

“What, like Jesus?” I asked. That’s what Christians always said, we Jews killed him and then he came back to life.

“Yes!” she squealed. “It’s all over the news and youtube. He was shot and then magically he was healed. They’re calling it a miracle. People are calling him a God. There’s a whole bunch of women posting about their experiences with Mark and some are gathering in front of his house.”

A God. That was impossible. But, there was something…different about Mark and Mary. No one could do what they did. People just obey them. I glanced at Jacob and saw the wonder in his eyes. He was realizing the same thing.

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Dr. Molly Klerk – Good Samaritan Hospital, Puyallup, WA

I walked past the sluttily dressed cops guarding Xiu Liu’s hospital room, glancing through the window at her. She was in ICU, recovering from surgery. She took a bullet in the stomach, but her chances of survival were good. The bullet passed through a wall before striking her in the lower abdomen and lodging in her uterus. Unfortunately, her uterus was too damaged to save and was removed by the surgeon.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Mark Glassner and Mary Sullivan sitting next to the patient. And my pussy started drenching my panties. I rubbed my thighs, trying to relieve the sudden ache in my clitoris. A little more than two weeks ago Mark was in the ER because of a head wound. He had a light concussion and, in the middle of the exam, I found myself sucking his cock. I had no idea what possessed me to do it. And then, while examining some scrapes on Mary’s arm, I found myself eating out her pussy.

The whole hospital was buzzing about Mark’s miraculous recovery this afternoon. Paramedics I’ve known for years, dependable men and women, swore Mark was bleeding out from multiple gunshots in the torso when there was this scarlet light. When the light faded, Mark was perfectly fine. I’ve even seen the footage on the news. It was unbelievable.

“He’s a god,” Ryan, one of the paramedics, whispered to me. He was a solid man, with years of witnessing the worst that could happen to a person without getting fazed. Today he was white-faced and had an awed, almost reverent tone to his words. “Or something not of this world. The police all talk about him like he’s the greatest man in the world. It’s like they’re under his spell or something.”

A spell. Was that what happened to me? Were Mark and Mary the divine given flesh?

I opened the door, I needed to check on Xiu’s vitals.

“Dr. Klerk?” Mary asked with frown. “Right, that’s your name.”

My heart hammered, she was as beautiful as I remembered. The most beautiful creature in the world. And then I saw Mark and gasped. He had transformed. He was younger, and thirty pounds lighter since I last saw him. His shirt was tight on him, and I could see the outline of muscles. He was a flabby guy two weeks ago. This is impossible.

I was in the presence of Gods.

I fell to my knees. That’s what you do when you’re before a God, right? I vaguely remember that from Sunday school as a child. Mark was standing over me, and I started to tremble. “Let me worship You,” I found myself saying.

He knelt down, cupping my head and turned my face up to look at Him. His eyes were so blue. “Worship me, huh.” His voice was so deep and commanding, I could feel it reaching into my soul. “Sure, you can worship me.”

He stood up, and I knew what to do. I pulled the zipper of His pants down and fished out His cock. It was hard and throbbing in my hand. I started sucking, swirling my tongue around His cock as I bobbed my head. I could taste His salty pre-cum. His hands gripped my head and He started slowly thrusting His cock into my lips.

In and out slid His cock as I sucked hard, wanting to give Him the best pleasure I could. His cock was brushing the back of my throat and I was pleased to hear His moans. Then His cock was pushing at my throat, His hands pulling me towards his groin. I almost struggled, but then I remembered myself. It wasn’t my place to resist a God. I relaxed my throat and His cock was sliding into my throat, my lips brushing against His brown, wiry pubic hairs.

He pulled out and then pushed down my throat. Over and over He thrust into me. “Fuck, she’s got a great mouth,” my God moaned.

My Goddess gave a throaty laugh. “Umm, I remember her licking my pussy. Hurry up and cum, Mark. I want to feel her lips on me. To, um, how did she phrase it? To worship my horny cunt!”

My pussy was soaking my panties with the anticipation of worshiping my Goddess. “She’s doing a great job ‘worshiping’ my cock, Mare!” He pulled His cock back until only the tip remained in my mouth. “Here it comes, slut!” my God moaned, and then His holy cum was shooting into my mouth. Delicious and salty, and so much I was having trouble swallowing it all, and some was running sticky down my face.

My God pulled His cock out and I licked my lips. I glanced at My Goddess, Her legs were spread and I could see Her juicy pussy between Her legs. She smiled wickedly as I crawled across the floor, the linoleum hard on my knees. I would probably get a run in my pantyhose, but I didn’t care. I could smell Her arousal, sweet and spicy, as I neared. An intoxicating bouquet. Her thigh was silk on my cheeks as I brought my eager mouth closer and closer to Her pussy. She tasted divine and I delighted in the mewl of pleasure that escaped Her lips.

I felt my God’s hands caressing my ass. He lifted up my white, doctor’s coat, exposing the conservative, purple skirt I wore. He pulled that up as well, His hands rubbing across my panty-clad butt. There was a ripping sound, my pantyhose I realized, and then I felt the gusset of my panties being pushed to the side, exposing the shaved lips of my wet pussy.

I came when my God entered me, my body shuddered and my pussy spasmed about His cock. I moaned my passion into my Goddess’s wonderful pussy. My cunt felt so full of His cock. So wonderfully full. He started slowly pumping in and out of me, pleasure tingling in and out of my body. My Goddess’s hands were in my bleached-blonde tresses, pulling me into Her sopping pussy. My tongue slid through Her slit, lapping at Her hard clit and savoring Her delicious flavor.

“Ohh, you’re making my pussy feel so great, Doc,” my Goddess purred. I sucked Her clit into my mouth and She gasped. “Fuck, she’s good, Mark.”

Every stroke of my God’s cock in my cunt was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Every thrust shoved my face into Her pussy. My lips and cheeks were smeared with Her savory juices. I was so happy that my body was worthy enough to satisfy these Divine creatures. A furnace was growing inside me and then Her hand tightened in my hair as Her orgasm quivered through Her body, flooding my lips with Her ambrosia.

“Oh fuck!” my Goddess moaned. “Umm, fuck, she’s making me cum!”

“Good slut,” my God growled. “Your cunt is nice and tight, uumm, I’m gonna flood it with some cum.”

“Please, please,” I moaned. “Please flood my unworthy pussy!”

I came as I felt His first blast of cum flooding my pussy. I spasmed, my vision darkening, as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt rolled through me. I was breathing heavily as my orgasm faded and realized I was lying on the floor, the cold linoleum pressing against my cheek. I struggled to my feet, my panties trapping His seed inside me.

Remembering why I came in, I picked up Xiu’s charts and started checking her vitals out. “How is she?”

I jumped, My God had spoken to me. Staring down at the floor, I answered, “She is doing well, um…” How did you address a God? I settled for, “Sir,” fearing that would not be good enough. “She is not out of danger, but she should recover.”

“Good,” He sighed.

“I…um…if you would excuse me,” I stammered. My face was flushing in embarrassment. They did not teach you how to address a living God in medical school.

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Lucifer – The Abyss

I floated in the Shadows, shining as bright as the sun watching the vermin scurry about. Humans. The very word left a bitter taste on my lips. Those disgusting, vile things that infested the earth. To think the Creator would have had me bow down before such weak and selfish beings. As if I, the Son of the Morning, who once led the Hosts of Heavens, would kneel before some worm that crawled in the filth.

Alas, only a third of the Host shared my opinion and I was struck down by my brother, Michael, and cast out of Heaven for my rebellion. So, I turned my attention to those first humans: Adam and Eve. They were so easy to corrupt. The woman was so trusting. She was long accustomed to conversing with my brethren in the Garden and gladly ate from the Tree of Knowledge when I suggested it to her. When Adam found his wife and she showed him the fruit, he knew exactly what that fruit represented, and the lust for Power blossomed in his soul, and man sinned for the first time. My amusement as they were cast out of the Garden was only temporary, however, as more and more disgusting humans were born.

So, I committed more mischief. Set the humans to worshiping false idols, lying with their women and producing the Nephilim, the great, giant men. I urged the humans to greater and greater wickedness. But, my mischief was only tolerated for some time before I was chained in the Abyss.

Long had I plotted, long had I manipulated the destiny of man. Long had I awaited a pawn to shatter the chains of the Abyss. And today, all those schemes had finally began to bear fruit. I peered into the Mortal World, at the entrance to a street where the foolish sheep were gathering, bleating their praise for Mark Glassner.

All of my enemies played right into my hands. My brother Gabriel missed the subtle manipulations to the future I made, allowing me to guide him into making one, fateful mistake. To attempt to kill Mark Glassner in the most spectacular way possible. Thanks to my interference, all the myriad ways that Gabriel could have defeated Mark seemed too risky, leaving today’s attempt as the only viable plan. And Gabriel took the bait, the fool.

Now, two of his Priestesses were dead and the third passed her gift to my Pawn, Mark Glassner. The stupid woman was tempted by love. I once told Lilith all the things men would do for love, and Tiffany did not disappoint me. She betrayed her side just to spend the brief moments of her life with her “true love.”

I smiled in pleasure, thinking of Lilith. Another enemy that was playing her part exquisitely.

Lilith put on airs that she was better than the humans, but she was once one of those rutting beasts, and was just as easy to manipulate. I gave Lilith the tiniest bit of freedom and she acted so predictably. I knew her scheming, lust-filled soul so well, I could easily anticipate what she would do. As I told her, everything she does serves my ends. Oh, she doesn’t believe that. Lilith foolishly thinks she is the master of her own fate, but she will learn that I have always been her master.

Today, she healed Mark Glassner for me. Oh, sure, she thought her actions served her selfish interests. And thanks to the human’s technology, the entire world is witnessing the “Miracle,” and the foolish sheep are deluding themselves into believing that Mark is special, is divine.

Is a God.

The blind sheep will worship Mark. They will love him. He will be their false savior, leading mankind astray. And as more and more of those foolish sheep bleat his praise, the chains of the Abyss will weaken. But, first, a savior needs to rescue his people from danger. And that will be you, my sweet, stupid Lilith. Soon your vessel will be born, and you will escape the Abyss. You will carve out your own kingdom to rule. Your lust for power, your hatred of men, will lead you to contend with Mark. You will not be able to stop yourself. And the sheep will thank him when he rides in on his white horse and frees them from your tyranny.

I had won. I just had to wait for the dominoes to topple and fall.

To be continued…

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To star in the school play, Xotchitl will have to fuck her futa-sister. Can she do it?

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter Two: Juliet’s Naughty Futa Practice

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

A nervous trepidation rippled through me as I approached my house. I could see my futa-sister’s car was in the driveway. She was already home. I swallowed, not wanting to see her. I was just glad I was clothed now.

This week, I was chosen for the Program.

I was thrilled when my name was called. I was eager to have fun going to classes naked for a week. I had as much sex as I could at my college. I used all opportunities to ask for relief—a ten minute period at the start of all my classes were I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off—and had so much sex. I wanted to fuck all the futas I could.

All the futas but one.

Isidora.

My futa-sister was the last dickgirl in the world I wanted to fuck. I didn’t want her girl-cock anywhere near me. She was such a bitch. Though she was older than me, she was always copying my style, dressing in tight jeans and belly shirts to show off her body. She used it to fuck every girl she could. She was always bringing home a different one.

There was nothing more annoying than hearing the gasp and moans of your futa-sister getting lucky in the next room while you were trying to do your homework.

She ruined everything. Everything!

Even going naked at my college was spoiled because of her and my part in the school play. I was going to be Juliet. I would be naked and performing my heart out. I was especially looking forward to the love-making scene with Romea. I wanted the entire audience to watch me tremble and gasp and moan. My co-star, a cute freshman named Letizia, would have made me cum so hard on her futa-cock. I would have screamed my head off.

“Why did you have to go and break your leg?” I muttered in Spanish as I stalked up to the front door. Why did my futa-sister have to be Letizia’s understudy?

I reached the front door. I could hear talking inside. Had Isidora brought home one of the girls at school. I’d seen her getting her futa-dick wet a few times today, fucking girls in the hallway without any sort of shame.

I wrenched open the door and entered the house, slamming it shut behind me.

“Xochitl,” my mother said in Spanish, shaking her head. “How many times have I told you not to slam the door? You’ll break something.”

My cheeks warmed. I shuddered and started playing with my black hair, streaked with purple highlights. “Sorry, Mom,” I muttered. “I forgot.”

My mom sat on the couch in our living room. It was covered in a plastic sheet to protect it. She could be a little anal about stains after Isidora screwed the mail lady on the couch a year ago. Just fucked her hard and sent her on her way to deliver mail with a pussy full of cum.

And left a big wet spot on the couch.

The plastic shifted as she looked at me. She patted the seat beside her. My futa-sister was sitting on the recliner playing on her phone. I groaned at the sight of Isidora being naked. She must have stripped nude the moment she walked into the heated house and left behind the cold, January air. Her small breasts rose and fell while her futa-cock spilled half-hard over her right thigh. She smiled and texted something.

“Arranging a date for tonight?” I demanded as I marched towards the couch.

“You know I don’t date,” said Isidora.

“That’s right,” Mom said. “Your futa-sister is having fun. I hear you’ve been having fun, too.”

“She fucked a few futas during the day,” Isidora said without looking up.

My cheeks warmed as Mom clapped her hands in delight. “That’s wonderful. I’m so glad you both were chosen for the Program. How many futas did you make love to?”

“Mom,” I groaned as I stumbled towards the empty spot on the couch beside her.

“Ten?” asked Isidora.

“Ooh, ten, really?” Mom asked. She sounded so impressed. “That’s wonderful. I’m so proud of you for accepting your sexuality. And were there any girls?”

“No,” I muttered. I sat down beside her, the plastic crinkling beneath me. “I’m only into futas, Mom.”

“Right, right,” Mom said. “So am I. Nothing wrong with that. Not every girl can be bi.”

“Some are even lesbians,” said Isidora. “Watch out. I bet Adile is on the prowl for you. She likes to eat out every girl in the Program she can.”

“Not if the girl’s pussy is full of cum,” I said then blushed.

“Well, if you fucked ten futas at school, I bet that must be the case.” Mom glanced at me. “Are you soaking the panties you’re wearing with staining cum?”

“I douched myself before putting them on,” I muttered, my ears burning now. “Do we have to talk about this.”

“About your school day?” Mom patted my thigh. “Honey, I love hearing about your day. I wish the Program existed when I was your age. Why, I didn’t lose my virginity until my senior year, can you believe that. And here you are, nineteen and already fucking so many guys.”

Not all adults were as accepting of the new order to the world. But my mom was. Her salon was offering all sorts of services to girls who wanted to take advantage of the laws and go topless or naked. A wide variety of nipple piercings and even hooks that would just hang from your hard nubs. They offered advanced trimming of pubic hair into wild shapes or dyed them into colorful hues. Labial piercings, bellybutton charms, and more.

“So, who was the best fuck?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. “There were some good ones. I had a lot of fun.”

“I bet you did.” Mom beamed at me. “Ooh, you’re growing up so fast, Xochitl.”

“I’m nineteen,” I muttered. “An adult, Mom. Sex is no big deal these days. It’s just fun. You don’t have to get worked out over it.”

“Sorry,” Mom said. “Well, that means you’re going to be naked for the opening of your play. I guess the sex scene will happen even faster. I was going to tape it and show it to all my friends. Let them see what a modern, young woman I had for a daughter.”

“I might not be doing the play.”

“What?” Mom gave me this look. Then she put her arm around my shoulder. “Why would you say that? You can’t quit. You’ve been so excited about it. You’ve been talking everyone we know into going so they can watch you get plowed by that cute co-star. What’s her name?”

“Letizia,” said Isidora. “And she’s not in the play any longer. She broke her leg at school.”

“Oh, well, that means you’re Romea now, aren’t you?” Mom said, beaming at my futa-sister.

“Yep,” I said. “That’s the problem.”

“What is?” Mom glanced at me. She blinked her large eyes. “You don’t want to act with your futa-sister.”

I stared at her in shock. “You know what that means, right? We’ll be having sex.”

“And?” Mom smiled at me. “I had hoped you two would get closer when the incest laws were repealed. It might calm down some of the fighting. And I do love hearing the sounds of passion echoing through the house.”

I stared at my mom like she was from another planet.

“Well, you and your futa-sister could try to get along,” Mom said. “Honestly, Xochitl. You claim your not a child.”

“On my eighteenth birthday, when I was about to blow out the candles, you could hear her fucking my friend in my bed!” I hissed.

“Your friend was having a delightful time with your futa-sister,” Mom countered with a pleasant smile on her lips.

I let out a frustrated shriek. “You just don’t get it! I hate her! She copies me! She fucks my friends!”

“You could fuck her friends,” Mom suggested. She gave me another bright smile.

I shrieked again.

“Now, really, Xochitl.” She shook her head. “So you’re going to drop out of playing Juliet, something that you’ve been excited about for weeks because you have to have sex with your futa-sister while acting.” Mom shook her head. “When you watch those shows with all the sex in them, do you think the actors always want to have sex with each other? They’re acting. It’s not real.”

“This is so unfair,” I muttered. “I can’t believe this. If that dumb Letizia didn’t have to jump off the bleachers showing off how big her dick is, I wouldn’t be in this spot.”

“So you’re going to give it up?” asked Mom. “You’re going to let that nice Meaghan take your place. Will she be as good a Juliet as you will be.”

“Of course not.” I lifted my chin. “Ms. Tyrell chose me for the role after the auditions. I smoked her skinny ass.”

“She’s got a nice ass,” Isidora said, still playing on her phone, her cock harder now. It was twitching with her heartbeat, throbbing, pulsing, beading with precum.

I hated that naughty itch in my depths. So I glared at my futa-sister.

“I think I know what to do,” Mom said as she stood up.

I looked at her, this hope rippling through me. “You’re going to talk to Ms. Tyrell and have her recast someone else to play Romea?”

Isidora lowered her phone, her brow furrowing. Her small breasts rose as she drew in a deep breath. She had the same golden-brown hue to her skin as Mom and me. She didn’t like that at all. I wasn’t surprised she wanted to fuck me.

Probably why she always dressed like me.

“No, no,” Mom said as she began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. “I’m going to show you just how wonderful of a lover your futa-sister is.”

My jaw dropped. “You’ve had sex with Isidora? She’s your futa-daughter!”

“And?” Mom asked. “It’s not illegal any longer. We could have sex whenever we want, and no one, not even your futa-mother, could stop us.”

“But… but…”

“And, no, we haven’t made love before.” Mom smiled at Isidora. “Though it has crossed my mind a few times. You are quite the randy futa. My beautiful futa has such a big rope. I’ve seen the satisfied smiles on the girls after they leave your room.”

Isidora had her own satisfied smile on as she set her phone on the coffee table. Then her eyes focused on our mother working open her blouse. I just sat there shaking my head in stunned disbelief. This could not be happening. My mother could not be about to have sex with my futa-sister. I didn’t have a problem with incest normally, but…

“You’ll see how good of a lover your futa-sister is, and I’m sure that will help relax you,” Mom said.

“You can’t do this in front of me!” I objected. “It’s lewd!”

“Xochitl!” Mom said, sounding firm. “The point of the Program and the new laws is to free people from such thoughts. Nothing is lewd. Sex between consenting people is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Isidora said, a big grin on her lips, her dark eyes hunger. Her nipples thrust brown and hard before her. “Besides, you fucked our drama professor before me.”

My cheeks burned. “Ms. Tyrell was just calming me down.”

“And that’s what I’m doing,” Mom said as she reached behind her and unfastened the bronze bra she wore. “Calming you down.”

My mouth went dry as Mom’s large, lush breasts came into view. They were soft and had a pillowy jiggle to them. My cheeks burned as they swayed back and forth. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and yet…

There were Mom’s tits. They were so from and plump. Her nipples were as big as Isidora while her breasts were actually even larger than mine. They were impressive tits. I had a lush pair of D’s, and Mom… Damn. I squirmed at them, staring at those hard nubs. I used to suckle from them. This strange tingle rippled through me.

“Damn, Mom,” groaned Isidora. She had a hungry look in her eyes. She rose to her feet, her hard cock thrusting out before her. “You’re gorgeous.”

Mom’s cheeks blushed dark. She let out a girlish giggle. “You’re not just saying it?”

My futa-sister, her cock throbbing hard before her, shook her head. Her tits and dick both swayed as she reached out and cupped our mother’s breasts. I swallowed. I wanted to flee. I didn’t need to see this, but I was rooted to the spot by this taboo energy rippling through the air.

They were going to have sex before me. They were going to commit incest. My mother’s wedding ring flashed on her hand as she reached out to cup my futa-sister’s small breasts. They were kneading each other’s tits, fingers digging into forbidden flesh.

Isidora’s head drifted in. Her mouth nuzzled into our mother’s plump lips. They kissed, Mom’s eyes closing. She tilted her head to the side, whimpering and shuddering. Her fingers dug into my futa-sister’s tits.

My pussy soaked my panties.

My hands rubbed on my jeans as they came closer together, my futa-sister’s cock rubbing into our mother’s stomach. It slid up Mom’s flat belly. Their tongues danced together, both groaning and whimpering as they shared their taboo passion.

This was really happening.

“Oh, my,” Mom panted when they broke the kiss. She fanned her face, her eyes wide. “You’re really good.”

“So are you.” Isidora squeezed Mom’s tits. “Maybe I inherited that from you.”

Mom shuddered then she gasped as Isidora leaned over and sucked our mother’s fat nipple into her mouth. My futa-sister’s lips locked around the nub. She suckled. My thighs squeezed together, my clit aching. My heart pumped passion through my veins.

I wanted to look away, but… but…

I couldn’t.

I groaned while Mom whimpered. Her dark hair swayed about her shoulders as she trembled. Isidora suckled with hunger, nibbling and playing with Mom’s hard nipple. I swallowed, my entire body trembling as my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

“Oh, Isidora,” whimpered Mom. “Mmm, what a good futa-daughter you are.”

“You’re just so gorgeous,” Isidora said while her eyes darted over to glance at me. “See, Xochitl. I won’t hurt you.”

“Not why I don’t want to fuck you,” I muttered.

My futa-sister pressed her face into our mother’s heavy breasts. She nuzzled between them, her head turning right to left. Did Isidora like big tits? I glanced down at my large boobs swelling my top. I swallowed as my futa-sister reveled between Mom’s, my eyes flicking to Isidora’s small tits. They were barely A cups.

I bit my lip as Isidora turned our mother. Mom didn’t resist. She allowed my futa-sister to guide her into the chair. She sank down, her skirt rustling. Isidora stood over her, cock thrusting from the folds of her shaved pussy. Mom grabbed it and leaned in, nibbling on the tip.

“Damn,” Isidora moaned. “I’d love to let you suck it, but…” She glanced at me. “I’m supposed to be showing the brat how happy I make women.”

Mom popped her lips off my sister’s girl-dick. “Mmm, you’re right. Maybe later I’ll suck you off?”

“Futa-mom’s going to flip out,” I muttered.

“Your futa-mom likes to watch,” said Mom. “And so do I. It’s hot watching her with another woman. I bet you like to watch, too, Xochitl. Exhibitionist often have a streak of voyeurism, too.”

My cheeks burned. How did she know I was an…? Right, I told everyone how eager I was to be fucked before them.

Isidora sank to her knees before the chair. She slid her hands up Mom’s dark skirt to the waistband. With a deft skill, she hooked the elastic waistband and pulled them down, revealing a pair of satin, bronze panties that had a nice sheen to them.

Mom squirmed on the chair, lifting her legs and letting my futa-sister remove her lower garment. Mom’s breasts rose and fell with her excitement. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting them as she squirmed in place.

My futa-sister leaned her head down. I shifted my position, craning my head. I couldn’t help how hot this was. As much as I loathed Isidora, incest was always exciting to watch. My pussy ached to be touched. My fingers itched to unsnap my jeans and slid in.

“You can masturbate,” Mom said like she’d read my mind.

“I’m fine,” I muttered.

“Mmm, so am I,” Mom moaned. Isidora was nuzzling into her panties’ gusset, licking at the fabric right over Mom’s pussy.

“Getting a taste of your flavor,” said Isidora. “You’re sweet.”

“I know,” Mom said then giggled.

Her mirth turned to moans as my futa-sister yanked the gusset of Mom’s panties to the side exposing a thick, dark bush. My futa-sister buried her face into the tangle of silky strands to lick at our mother’s pussy.

I swallowed, my pussy clenching. Mom groaned. Her fingers twisted her nipples while she squirmed on the chair, the plastic creaking beneath her. It was clear she loved what my futa-sister was doing.

“Oh, wow, Isidora,” groaned Mom. “Ooh, you could give your futa-mother a few pointers. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, yes. I like that. Mmm, that’s my clit, you naughty futa!”

My hand rubbed at my jeans, my sweat soaking in the denim as I watched my mother squirm and gasp. Her head tossed back and forth. Her face scrunched up. Her whimpers echoed through the room. Her back arched and her breasts jiggled with their full plumpness. My hands crept higher up my jeans as she twisted her nipples.

My futa-sister’s licking grew louder and louder. I could hear her feasting on our mother’s juices. I worked my tongue across the roof of my mouth, struggling to moisten it. My ears burned as hot as my dripping cunt.

Mom loved it.

“Isidora, yes!” Mom gasped, her cheeks flushed a dark crimson. It contrasted with the brown hue of her skin. Her dark eyes fluttered while the plastic crinkled. It stuck to her back as she shuddered, her moans echoing through the living room.

I bit my lower lip.

My hands gripped my upper thighs, begging to slide higher.

“That’s it, Isidora,” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, show your sister how good you are. Oh, Xochitl, are you watching.”

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Good, good!” Mom’s eyes fell on me. She smiled. “Your futa-sister is going to make me cum. Oh, Mother of Goddess, she’s skilled.”

I swallowed, my throat aching. I needed water. I squirmed, the plastic crinkling beneath me while my pussy begged for attention. My large breasts felt constrained by my bra. I wanted to free my tits. To yank down my tight jeans.

Mom’s head tossed from side to side. She was coming closer and closer to cumming. Her moans echoed around the living room. Her back arched, thrusting her big tits forward. She squeezed them now, kneading them.

“Isidora!” Mom gasped. “Oh, Mother of Goddess, yes!”

Her howls were unmistakably orgasmic. I witnessed her incestuous pleasure crossing her face. My mother came on my futa-sister’s hungry mouth. My entire body shook, that itch so powerful between my thighs as I watched Mom thrash in bliss.

She bucked and shuddered, cumming hard on my futa-sister’s mouth. I swallowed, staring in awe at the sight. My fingers inched a little higher up my jeans, sweaty palms rasping against the denim as I watched. Mom’s big breasts heaved. Her face tossed back and forth.

“Isidora!” she moaned. “My sweet Isidora!”

“Mom!” groaned my futa-sister.

Then Isidora was rising. She’d sensed the same thing that I had: our mother was ready for the next level of intimacy. Isidora grasped her big futa-cock. It thrust hard and powerful before her. She stroked it as she settled her knees on the edge of the chair between Mom’s spread thighs.

I trembled as I watched the incestuous tableau before me. My futa-sister’s cock pressed into the pussy that had birthed us both. It was such a taboo act. My cunt clenched as Mom’s pussy lips spread wide, sliding around my futa-sister’s girl-dick.

Isidora sank into our mother’s twat.

Mom moaned with wanton passion, her arms and legs wrapping around my sister’s body. Mom hugged her tight, fingernails biting into my sister’s back. Isidora moaned, her ass clenching as she buried her cock to the hilt in Mom’s pussy.

“Oh, damn,” I muttered, my hands sliding higher, almost touching my pussy. The incestuous sight had me trembling.

Isidora drew back, her ass flexing, and then plunged into our mother, bringing another gasp from the older woman. Mom’s face, shining over Isidora’s shoulder, twisted with pleasure. The chair creaked as they both writhed, moving together, sharing their passion.

I had caught glimpses of my futa-sister in action. I had witnessed her fucking in brief spurts, but this… There was no looking away as I witnessed the raw, incestuous passion shared by them. Mother and daughter were united in rapture. My breath caught.

My right hand reached my crotch.

I rubbed up and down the groove of my vulva, pressing cotton panties into my hot flesh. I couldn’t look away. Isidora’s curvy ass rose and fell as she drove her futa-dick into Mom’s pussy. My futa-sister thrust with passion. My cunt clenched with envy. My fingers massaged my labia through my clothing.

My clit throbbed.

I rubbed harder, faster, pleasure rippling out of me as I watched in breathless awe. I groaned, my body twisting and shuddering. The chair creaked. They gasped and panted as their flesh smacked together over and over.

My two fingers rubbed at the seam of my jeans, my body shuddering as I watched their rutting. Their flesh smacked together fast and hard. My mouth grew drier as I watched it. Isidora was making Mom moan in rapture.

“Oh, yes, yes! You’re amazing! Oh, I have such a wonderful futa-daughter!”

“Mother of Goddess, you’re tight, Mom!”

“Ooh, Isidora, I like that! Your cock’s hitting just the right spots. I’m going to cum so hard on this dick!”

“You want to milk me dry, don’t you?” Isidora slammed hard into Mom’s cunt. “You want to feel my incestuous seed spurting into your cunt.”

“You know it!” she moaned. “Oh, Mother of Goddess, yes! Ram that cock into me. Fill me up! Yes, yes, Isidora!”

I trembled, my breath coming faster and faster as they kissed. I heard the smacking of their lips. Mom must be tasting her own pussy on Isidora’s lips. This was insane. I couldn’t believe this was happening and yet…

I was glad.

My fingertips burned as they rasped against my denim. The heat grew and grew. This breathy delight built in me. My pussy clenched. My body shuddered as they made love. It didn’t anger me like it normally did when I saw Isidora fucking someone.

My futa-sister looked so sexy as she pleased our mother. I brushed my clit, my little bud throbbing. I focused on it, massaging it through jeans and panties. I groaned as the recliner rocked. Isidora’s girl-dick vanished into Mom’s twat over and over.

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. This envious ache grew in me. My mom was experiencing such bliss right now. I could hear it in how she moaned, in how her fingernails scratched across Isidora’s back. My futa-sister was giving our mother such rapture.

I wanted that rapture. I wanted a futa—any futa—to fuck me right now. To ram a girl-dick deep into my twat and give me that ecstasy. I shuddered, my clit aching, throbbing. I pressed my fingers hard into it.

And came.

My orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me. I felt them soaking through my panties and then the denim. They coated my fingers massaging my clit as my neck arched. Stars burst across my vision while the rush of pleasure shot through me.

I added my moans to the incestuous gasps and groans coming from the chair.

I bucked on the couch, my mind melting beneath the rapture. My head tossed back and forth as I savored the bliss. It felt incredible. Amazing. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. Waves of darkness nibbled on the edges of my vision. My chest rose and fell, my breasts aching.

“Isidora!” Mom groaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Cum in me! Ooh, give Mommy that wonderful jizz!”

“Yes!” my futa-sister grunted. Her voice sounded so passionate. “Just cum on my cock, and I’ll flood you. I want to feel this twat writhing around me.”

“Ooh, yes, yes!” Mom’s thighs tightened around my futa-sister’s waist. “I want that. I want to cum on my futa-daughter’s big cock!”

Isidora thrust hard into Mom’s pussy. She buried into her, plunging deep. My heart pounded. My cheeks burned as I watched them. I fanned my face, squirming on the ground as I came down from my orgasmic high.

I just came, and it wasn’t nearly enough. It wasn’t the same rapture Mom was building towards. My mother was getting what every woman truly craved, something hard and long slamming into her pussy. Filling her up. Stimulating her. Driving her towards the peak of rapture.

“Mom!” my futa-sister groaned. “Oh, damn, Mom, cum on my cock and… Yes!”

“Isidora!” Mom squealed.

She bucked beneath my sister. I groaned, knowing it was happening. Mom was cumming hard. She was lost to the bliss of my sister’s big cock. I groaned, licking my lips, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched their passion.

Isidora slammed into Mom. My futa-sister’s ass tightened. She shuddered and Mom squealed. I knew incestuous seed was flooding into the pussy that birthed me. Birthed us. It was such a heady, taboo sight to witness. It left me breathless, squirming.

Aching.

“Oh, Isidora, yes, yes!” groaned Mom. “Ooh, you cum as hard as your futa-mother! She’ll love hearing about this!”

I shuddered at those words. My parents were kinky.

Isidora groaned as she pulled out of Mom. My futa-sister’s big dick popped out, coated in Mom’s cream. It gleamed, so thick and hard. Then my eyes noticed Mom’s pussy gaping open, her pink depths swimming with pearly spunk that slowly leaked out of her, matting her brown bush.

“Mmm, Xochitl, honey,” Mom moaned, “come lick me clean. Lick out your futa-sister’s spunk from my pussy.”

Those words sent a hot shudder through me. I wanted to say no, but I was so turned on from witnessing their incestuous passion. My body quivered. My pussy clenched, aching for more. I stood up on shaking legs, my eyes locked on Mom’s twat and the salty cum leaking out of her.

I’d never eaten pussy before. I had never wanted to, but… but…

Mom wanted me to lick her clean.

I fell to my knees before the recliner, my hands landing on her smooth thighs. She smiled at me, her large breasts rising and falling as I leaned my head in. She had this motherly expression of joy on her face mixed with the wanton look of a woman reveling in lust.

I licked my lips before I nuzzled into my mother’s pussy.

I shuddered at the kiss of her wet pubic hair against my face while the scent of her sweet cream filled my nose. The scent was seasoned with salty cum. My tongue flicked out, licking through her folds, gathering up the mix of incestuous fluids. I shuddered at the flavors, at the feel of my mother’s silky petals. A hot shudder ran through me.

I licked again and again. It tasted so good. This wicked sensation rippled through me. My fingers tightened on her thighs as I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s depths. Her silky walls surrounded me. I was nuzzling into the hole that had birthed me. I lapped out my futa-sister’s cum mixed with sweet cream.

This was so heady. A wild rush.

It was different from eating out a futa’s pussy. There was no clit-dick thrusting up before me, no shaft bobbing and twitching, seizing my attention. Instead, I stared at her lush breasts as they shook and quivered, her body trembling from my touch.

“Oh, yes, Xochitl,” Mom groaned. “What a sweet daughter. Mmm, doesn’t your futa-sister taste good?”

“Mixed with your cream,” I moaned, my tongue fluttering up through her folds. I brushed her little clit poking out of her pussy. Not a big dick, but that small bud.

Mom gasped as I sucked on it for a moment.

I groaned as Isidora’s hands caressed over my rump. She was behind me, watching me. I should be mad, but I was too busy feasting on Mom’s pussy to care. I was too turned on by the incestuous sight to stop her.

I needed a cock in me. Any cock. Even hers.

I thrust my tongue into Mom’s twat. I swirled around inside of her. She whimpered and groaned as I lapped out more of my futa-sister’s cum. Isidora tasted good mixed with pussy. I had to eat out other creampies. This was amazing.

My futa-sister’s hands slid around my hips and found the fly of my jeans. The fastener popped. The zipper rasped. She worked the tight denim off my rump and pulled my jeans down my thighs. I groaned into our mother’s pussy. This wicked thrill ran through me.

“Mmm, show your sister all your skills,” Mom moaned. “Teach her how to eat pussy. You’re so good.”

“With pleasure, Mom,” Isidora moaned. “Xochitl, I’ve wanted to eat you out for so long.”

I gasped as my panties ripped off my ass and down my thighs. Before I could say anything, my sister had her face buried into my snatch. She licked through my juicy folds, stimulating me, teasing me the way she had Mom. Incestuous bliss rushed through me. I groaned into Mom’s pussy.

I licked with more eagerness. My tongue darted and danced. I rooted around inside of Mom, searching for more cum while my futa-sister lapped at my twat. Her tongue danced over my folds, teasing me, sending such pleasure shooting through me.

She was good.

Very good.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to think about how Isidora got so skilled. A nervous twist ran through my stomach as a flash of her and all those girls she’d fucked swam through my mind. I tightened my grip on Mom’s pussy and sucked on her clit.

“Xochitl, yes!” Mom moaned, her little bud throbbing in my mouth.

The chair creaked beneath her while my futa-sister’s tongue fluttered against my clit. She batted it while her fingers slipped into my pussy. I gasped at that, feeling her digits pumping in and out of me. I trembled, squeezing down around her, my heart racing.

This was such a rush. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My futa-sister was fingering me, thrusting over and over into my depths. My pussy gripped her, molten from my masturbation, aching for stimulation.

For pleasure.

I was so close to cumming already. What had my futa-sister done to my pussy? I whimpered around Mom’s clit, nursing with hunger as the incestuous touch of Isidora’s fingers and tongue drove me wild. My pussy gripped her digits while my bud throbbed against her hungry tongue.

“Oh, Isidora, she loves it!” Mom moaned, her hands sliding through my hair. “Ooh, she’s moaning around my clit. She’s going to make me cum!”

“Good,” Isidora moaned. “Make our mother cum!”

“Yes, yes!” Mom moaned while my futa-sister jammed her fingers deep into my twat.

My own pleasure swelled. My futa-sister’s tongue fluttered against my clit while I nursed on Mom’s bud. Her large breasts heaved as she gasped out. Her thighs tightened around my face. Then she cried out in pure rapture.

Her sweet cream bathed my face.

This incestuous rush ran through me. I made my mother cum. My pussy clamped down on my futa-sister’s thrusting fingers. My clit drank in her fluttering caresses. I whimpered and then my climatic delight rushed over me.

“Isidora!” I gasped into Mom’s pussy as my twat writhed and spasmed.

I shuddered and moaned, cumming hard, my tongue fluttering over Mom’s folds. I lapped up her juices and more of my futa-sister’s cum. I trembled, my mind melting. I whimpered and groaned, then gasped as I was pulled away from Mom.

Isidora turned me over and pressed me down on my back. I stared up into my futa-sister’s eyes as her hands pushed up my blouse, exposing my large tits constrained in a lacy bra. She squeezed my tits then she lowered herself down between my thighs, her futa-cock bobbing for my convulsing pussy.

I needed a cock in me. Any cock. Her cock!

I grabbed my futa-sister’s dick and brought it to the folds of my writhing twat. I groaned as she thrust into me in a single plunge. I gasped, my flesh spasming around her dick while this incestuous rush shot through me.

My futa-sister was in me.

“Xochitl!” she groaned, her face twisting in pleasure.

“Isidora!” I groaned, trembling, caught up in the wild passion we just shared.

Her lips kissed mine, tasting our mother’s sweet cream on my lips. I tasted my tart juices on hers. I shuddered, her hands squeezing my tits through my bra. My legs gripped her hips as she drew back her cock through my spasming depths.

Then she thrust back into me.

She filled me over and over. It was incredible. A dizzying, incestuous bliss rippled through my body. My orgasm intensified, my pussy convulsing with more fervor about her clit-dick. She groaned into our kiss, burying her dick over and over into my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes, enjoy each other,” Mom whimpered. “That’s so beautiful.” I heard the click of a phone taking a pic. “Your futa-mother’s going to love this.”

I ignored her and just savored that dick finally scratching that itch in me. Isidora plunged her futa-cock deep into my pussy over and over. She touched those delicious delights deep in me, stimulating me, sending orgasm after orgasm through my pussy.

I clutched her tight, our tongues dueling as her girl-dick thrust hard and deep into me. I shuddered beneath her, my hips bucking up to meet her thrusts, my clit throbbing every time her pubic bone rubbed against it. My pussy never stopped convulsing. Delight rippled through me over and over.

A never-ending storm of rapture.

My fingernails clawed across my futa-sister’s back. Her girl-dick buried to the hilt in me with rapid plunges. I whimpered into her lips, my pussy celebrating the bliss by writhing about her thick shaft. She filled me.

“Ooh, you two are so beautiful together,” groaned Mom.

Isidora thrust harder.

“Yes, yes, I’m so glad you’re finally getting along. Oh, love your little sister, honey. Plunge that big dick into her. Ooh, yes, yes, she’s loving it.”

I broke the kiss and moaned, “I’m cumming so hard, Mom!”

“Of course you are.” Mom stood over me, naked and smiling, her phone aimed down. “You two are beautiful.”

“Mom,” I groaned in embarrassed lust, another orgasm rippling through me.

My futa-sister girl-dick thrust hard and deep into me. She kissed at my neck, nibbling with her hungry lips. I groaned, stars rippling across my vision. My nipples ached in my bra. I trembled, gripping her body tight as my pussy writhed around her thrusting dick.

Somehow, my orgasms grew more and more powerful. Each one had me bucking and trembling. They spilled together, bleeding from amazing bliss to the next. Her girl-dick thrust so hard. So deep into me. It was incredible. I felt so drunk on this moment.

“Isidora!” I moaned.

“Xochitl!” gasped my futa-sister. She lifted her face and stared into my eyes.

I gasped at the intensity in her dark depths. They arrested me. Mom faded away as I peered into my futa-sister’s intense gaze. Her girl-dick thrust harder, faster into me. She sent another orgasm rippling through my body.

I moaned and gasped. There was something in her eyes. Something that frightened me and entranced me. She slammed her girl-dick deep into me. She buried to the hilt in my spasming depths, her pubic bone grinding on my clit.

Pleasure burst inside of me, sending fresh waves of climatic bliss through me.

“Xochitl, yes!”

My futa-sister’s girl-dick erupted. Her incestuous seed flooded my pussy. Spurt after spurt of her cum flooded me while the intensity in her eyes only deepened. I trembled beneath her, feeling like a little leaf tossed about in a hurricane of passion.

She kissed me with a hot and hungry mouth, her eyes closing, snapping me from that gaze. I bucked beneath her, another orgasm rippling through my body. My pussy milked her futa-dick. Her cum spurted over and over into me, finally soothing that hot fire in me.

I groaned into the kiss, our tongues caressing each other. I whimpered as she trembled atop me. Her dick fired a final blast of girl-cum into me. I held her tight, my orgasm carrying me to the heights of rapture, to a trembling plateau of ecstasy more intense than any I had felt.

My futa-sister made me cum!

She broke the kiss and I panted. “I think… I think I can do this,” I whimpered. “Be your Juliet.”

“Good,” she whispered into my ear. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, Xochitl. You know that, right?”

I almost said something, but then I noticed Mom watching us. Her presence made my cheeks burned. “I know,” I muttered. “You can get off of me now before Mom has an aneurysm of joy.”

“You both are just so beautiful,” Mom said, sounding misty-eyed. “Wait, cuddle together so I can get a photo for the Christmas card.”

“Mom!” I groaned and covered my face in embarrassment while my stomach roiled.

What was up with that look in my futa-sister’s eyes?”

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Tuesday

I could do this.

I was at rehearsal at the end of my second day going naked. I had tried not to think about this moment all day. I had thrown myself into every diversion I could. I fucked every futa I had the opportunity to enjoy. During lunch, I let them run a train on me. Girl-dick after girl-dick had fucked me. Cum in me. All my holes. I had been dripping jizz for my first class after lunch and found out that Alanna Glass was more than happy to lap up my sloppy cunt.

Now it was time to prove that I could be Juliet.

A nervous ripple ran through my stomach. What did that look in my futa-sister’s eyes mean?

“Okay, let’s start from the kiss,” said Miss Tyrell. I was on the stage bed, my naked breasts rising and falling. My futa-sister moved in, her small breasts quivering while her large cock thrust hard before her.

This pit formed in my stomach. I could do this. I made love to her last night. It wasn’t bad. My futa-sister wasn’t as terrible as I claimed. My heart pounded in my chest as she slipped onto the bed. It was just a mattress. No sheets during rehearsal.

Her eyes gleamed as she stroked my face. That look I found in her gaze the night before returned. It was so deep and frightening. I caught a glimpse of it last night just as she erupted in me. Now it was so huge. This yawning pit surged through me as she leaned down to kiss.

“My Juliet,” she whispered. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun!”

Hearing those flowery words sent this ripple through me. I squirmed, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. They were all watching my futa-sister leaning in to kiss me. Her lips came closer and closer. My stomach knotted.

What was this fear growing in me?

I felt like I stood on the precipice. I yawning abyss stretched out before me. I was about to do something irreversible. A violent tremble ran through me as her lips were about to reach mine. Footsteps shuffled around us. Someone coughed. Clothing rustled.

People were watching this moment.

Panic seized me.

“No!” I gasped, thrusting my arm out before me. I pushed my futa-sister away before her lips reached mine. “No, no, I can’t do this!”

Isidora gasped. Her eyes became so vulnerable, so hurt. She recoiled back from me as I scrambled across the bed. What was wrong with me? I shook as everyone stared at me. Ms. Tyrell shook her head, disappointment on her face. I trembled, my stomach queasy.

Then I bolted off the bed and raced out of the auditorium.

To be continued…

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Lola embraces her desires for futas and wants to share her desires with her best friend!

Futa Naked In School – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening

Chapter Two: Lola’s Accepts Her Passions

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Lola Lovell’s Week, Wednesday

Sandra and Asuka supported my best friend. I wiped the cum on my finger off onto my belly as Macie lay slumped in Sandra and Asuka’s arms. They stood in the doorway of the class while the rest of my escort for the Purity Society gasped in the background.

“Lola had sex?”

“But she’s supposed to be pure!”

“If she couldn’t do it…”

“It’s that pill President McTaggart made her take.”

Anger murmured through my supports as I bit my lip. It was the pill’s fault. I wasn’t in control any longer. It had taken over my lusts. Until my week in the Program was over and I could stop going my to college classes naked, I couldn’t fight the pill. I tried. I struggled my best and then…

Then it just clicked in my mind.

The pill controls me.

I relaxed after that and just embraced it. I left behind my physics class to masturbate in the futas’ restroom. After I came, I decided to surrender to the lust I’d had all week for that bitchy Shelena. She was a horrible, bully futa, but she had that big, Black dick. She sent me pics of it all week. Of her fucking other White girls, promising me how much I’d cum on her cock.

I decided to find out. It was what the pill wanted.

It had been glorious. She fucked me like a little slut from behind. I was bent over the toilet, my thick, blonde bush soaked with my juices. She had rammed her ebony shaft into my cunt and popped my cherry. I came hard on her clit-dick and she flooded me with cum.

The same cum I had offered to Macie. She’d come to my class with the others of my Purity Society had come in to be my escort and prevent me from being molested by the futas all day. Of course, the pill wanted me to be molested.

I spent the last two days fighting this. I could have just surrendered. I was so stubborn. No wonder President McTaggart insisted that Nurse Luann Mutton give me the pill. The college’s nurse was a helpful futa.

“Oh, no, Macie,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I fanned at my friend’s face. “Let’s get her to the nurse’s office.”

The other girls glanced at me.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I’m still Lola. I’m just… It’s the pill. I can’t help it. I’ll be pure on Monday.”

“If you say so,” said Asuka, her voice neutral. She glanced down at my thighs slick with Shelena’s cum. The futa had fired so much in me. It was leaking out of me, soaking my blonde bush and reaching my thighs. “I mean… You offered it to Macie.”

“Well, it does taste good,” I said. “You want to try it?” The pill wanted that. It made me so juicy thinking of feeding the pure girls futa-cum straight from my pussy. It would be so hot if they licked it out of me.

Lesbianism was another dirty thing the pill wanted me to try. Macie was so hot. I’d noticed before, seeing her naked when we changed at sleepovers or at the pool. All those memories burned through my mind. Her tits were round and topped by pink nipples. I was so hot for my twenty-year-old friend. So eager to just enjoy her.

My pussy clenched, forcing out more cum.

“Lola, um, maybe you should go home,” said Asuka.

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m in the Program. They’ll just force me to do a make-up day. They did that to that freshman girl. Ginny, right. Ginny Reynolds in the first week. Besides, I’m fine. It’s just the pill. I don’t even mind right now. It’s an amazing pill. If you took it, I’d bet you’d love to lick my pussy clean. Do you want to do that?”

“Eww,” Asuka said. “That’s so filthy.”

“I’ll pray for you,” Sandra said. “Let’s get Macie to the nurse’s office and then… And then you can just… enjoy the pill, Lola.”

“Yeah,” Asuka said. “We, uh, we understand. I hope you’ll be pure on Monday, but…”

I could see fear in their eyes. They were terrified of being chosen and having to take the pill. They shouldn’t. The pill was amazing. I was so glad I took it. I was doing all those things I thought were shameful because I didn’t have to fight my lusts. I had no control over them.

It was so wonderful to be free of guilt and shame.

“I got her feet,” I said. I glanced over at my physics professor, Ms. Ridley, and called, “We’re taking her to the nurse’s office. She’s just a little over-excited.”

“A little,” muttered Asuka. “You tried to thrust cum in her mouth.”

“I know,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s a shame. Sex really isn’t that bad. It’s fun. No, it’s more than fun, it’s amazing. Shelena fucked me so hard.”

“Shelena?” groaned Asuka. “That’s who you had sex with? She’s the worst futa on campus. She’s always saying such nasty things to us.”

“I hear she makes this one girl have anal sex with her so Shelena won’t bully her futa-girlfriend.”

“I know, she’s a terrible person, but her girl-dick…” I shuddered, my pussy melting. “It’s incredible. And rumor has it that Ginny’s futa-girlfriend has an even bigger cock. I have to try her out before Friday.”

My friends shook their heads as we headed through the halls. The rest of my escort had melted away. I felt bad for them. They had been getting in trouble to help me out and, thanks to the pill, I didn’t need it. I was sure I’d make it up to them come Monday when I was back to normal, but until then…

“I bet Adile would lick my pussy,” I said. “I want to try at least one girl. Just to find out if I like it.”

“That’s the pill, right?” asked Asuka.

“Of course.” I laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be with a girl normally. I never even thought of it until right now, but…” I glanced over as we headed through the halls, students staring at us in concern as we carried Macie to the nurse’s office. In one corner, Adile was doing just what I wanted. She was licking out the other girl who was enrolled in the Program this week. The Turkish lesbian had Monica Rocha gasping and moaning.

Just like Shelena had me earlier.

My pussy grew hotter as I watched the sight as we headed down the hall. Adile looked so into it, licking the girl hard, and she was bucking and shuddering. Her face glowed with rapture. Did my face look like that when I was cumming on Shelena’s cock?

I hoped so.

As we neared the nurse’s office, I realized no one was groping me. For the first time since I’d gone naked on Monday, no futa was trying to get to me. Turned out, you just had to carry a passed-out friend to get her help to keep them at bay.

That made me happy. As good as sex was, getting Macie to the nurse’s office was more important.

We round the corner and saw it ahead. We were near the main offices. I shifted my grip on Macie’s legs. She was heavier than I thought considering she only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Maybe skipping PE wasn’t the best idea for the Purity Society.

Asuka opened the door and we carried her in. I called, “Nurse Luann.”

No one called her Nurse Mutton. Once, I’d heard the futa-nurse joke, “What am I, a side of meat?”

I bet she had a big piece of meat under her skirt. A thick and hard futa-cock.

I shook my head as Nurse Luann emerged from her small office into the main room. She had three beds that curtains could close around them and all the standard stuff you’d find in a doctor’s office.

“What happened to her?” she asked as the three of us set Macie down on the nearest bed.

“She fainted when I offered her some cum,” I said. “Shock, I think.”

“Yeah,” Asuka said. She glanced at Sandra then the two hurried out of the office not looking at me twice.

I grit my teeth. They might be embarrassed by the pill controlling me, but Macie was their friend, too. I shook my head and then faced my school’s nurse. She wore pinks scrubs that, though loose, couldn’t hide what a busty futa she was. Her bleached-blonde hair fell in curls about her tanned face. Concern shone on her round face as she reached the bed.

“She saw that you had sex?” asked Nurse Luann, thumbing back my friend’s eyes.

“Yeah,” I said. “For the first time. In the bathroom. I lied to Ms. Ridley and told her I had to use it in the middle of class.”

“And you know you could get in trouble for telling me that,” she said.

I shrugged. “It’s the pill. I guess I really don’t care. Shame, guilt, it took those all away from me and amped up my lusts to a million. I just saw Adile licking pussy in the hallway, and I thought it would be hot to eat a girl out. I’ve never really thought that before.”

“Mmm,” the nurse said. She then held up my friend’s wrist and checked her pulse with her fingers, frowning. “You’re dripping with cum, Lola.”

“Yep, it was amazing. Shelena licked my pussy and then fucked me hard.”

“The quarterback, huh?” The nurse stood up, her futa-cock tenting the front of her scrubs. “That’s interesting.”

She grabbed a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope. She wrapped it around my friend’s arm and squeezed the bulb to inflate it. I watched as it expanded more and more. The nurse listened with the stethoscope as she bled out the air slowly.

“Blood pressure’s good,” she said. “Shock can cause some people to faint. Triggers the vagus nerve and causes vasovagal syncope, which lowers blood pressure rapidly. Usually, the sight of blood can do it, but also other bodily fluids. Especially if it’s a shock.”

“So it’s my fault?” I bit my lip. “I mean, I knew that, but… I didn’t expect her to faint.”

“No,” the nurse said and then gave me a clinical eye. “You know you’re leaking cum. That’s not sterile.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I’ll clean up.”

The futa-nurse licked her lips. “Let me take care of that. It’s a… medical issue so we can justify that for the Program rules.”

The staff couldn’t have sex with students unless they were officially dating—even if that was only a for a week as Ms. Tyrell, the drama professor, did, dating a new student every week—or if it was part of a lesson or some way connected to their job. The nurse doing something medical related definitely skirted the line.

The old me would be horrified, but I was controlled by the pill.

“Clean away,” I purred.

The nurse smiled. “The pill’s had an interesting effect on you.”

“It’s utterly enslaved me, and I don’t care. My body loves it.”

The nurse fell to her knees, her bleached-blonde curls dancing about her tanned face. She had such hunger in her eyes as she leaned in and stroked my thighs. She purred in delight as she licked at my inner thigh, gathering up the pearly spunk that smeared my flesh.

“Mmm, mixed with barely legal cunt,” she moaned. “Your twenty, right?”

“For another two weeks,” I said.

I gasped as she licked again, her tongue climbing higher. She lapped up the jizz coating my thigh, her tongue hot and naughty on my flesh. My hair danced about my shoulders. This wicked heat rippled out of me. I groaned, my cunt clenching. My heart pounded. The beat thundered through my chest. I bit my lower lip.

Her tongue gathered up all that spunk. She purred as she licked me. She lapped and licked and fluttered her tongue up and down my thigh. I groaned as she went higher and higher. She neared my pussy, my cunt on fire.

Her hazel eyes had this fire in them as she neared my pussy. She was almost there, licking at the cum right at the apex of my right thigh. I quivered, so ready for her to lick and lap and feast on my cunt. To drive me wild.

Instead, she pulled her head away.

“Nurse Luann?” I moaned.

“Mmm, got to clean your other thigh,” she said. She licked right above my knee, gathering up a salty blob. “Futa-cum is a treat.”

“I didn’t know you were bi,” I moaned.

“It’s such a delight to enjoy both girls and futas.” She smiled at me. “You should give it a try. Going down a girl. It’s different from a futa. No big dick in the way and only a little clit to play with.”

“I haven’t gone down on a futa,” I said. “No sucking her cock or licking her cunt.” I liked saying that word. Cunt. Pussy. Tits. All those words I used to think were too dirty now the pill made me say with relish.

“You will,” she said and then licked up a long line of cum.

I shuddered and moaned, “Gosh, that’s nice. Ooh, yes, yes, I can’t wait for you to eat my cunt. It’ll be so gosh, darn good.”

She snorted. “You can say cunt but not goddess or damn?”

“I can’t say the Lady’s name in vain,” I said, glancing down at my cross dangling between my round breasts. My dark-red nipples looked so hard, so in need of being touched.

I did that.

I twisted and squeezed my nipples as the nurse licked up my thigh again. She neared my cunt again, licking and lapping, bathing my skin with her hot saliva. I trembled as she came closer and closer to my twat. To licking me.

This time, she didn’t stop.

“Nurse Luann!” I gasped as she reached my blonde bush. She nuzzled into my pubic hair, my golden curls spilling around her face. “Oh, yes, yes!”

Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She felt different from Shelena. That futa had just given me a few licks before I exploded while Nurse Luann was loving my pussy, her tongue digging through my folds. She explored me, not just enjoyed licking me.

The difference was subtle but amazing.

I gasped, trembling there. I twisted my dark-red nipples as the futa-nurse’s tongue slid into my deflowered depths. That was something Shelena couldn’t have done. The futa-nurse’s tongue hooked in me like it was scooping out…

The cum.

The nurse groaned as she savored the jizz flavored by my cunt. My spicy aroma filled my nose, a heady delight that had me swaying. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The pulsing beat surged over me. It pumped hot blood through my veins as she licked and lapped at me.

She devoured the cum out of my cunt.

“Nurse Luann!” I moaned. “Oh, gosh, yes, lick that girl-cum out of my cunt! Ooh, you’re such a naughty nurse!”

“I am,” she purred. “Seeing you little strumpets sauntering around the campus naked, or nearly so, and being unable to touch you is torture. I just want to feast on you.” She shoved her tongue deep inside of me and scooped out more of the jizz. “Mmm, it’s been trying.”

I twisted my nubs, glad I could help her out. It seemed like such a dumb rule. Why shouldn’t the professor’s get in on the fun? They were already starting to. Stacie Ward and Coach Castellano, Randi Bjork and Ms. Rowbottom, Johana Jordan and her mother the biology professor. I used to put on blindfolds and earplugs when professors would find an excuse to enjoy the students enrolled in the Program.

Why have this one line that couldn’t be crossed? If the students wanted it…

I gasped as her tongue flicked up to my clit. She swirled it around my little bud, stroking me. My breasts jiggled. I tugged hard on my nipples, savoring the jolt of delight rushing down to my pussy. I shuddered, wiggling my hips from side to side.

This felt so amazing. A naughty, wicked thrill that had me trembling. My heart quivered. The passion surged through my body. My cunt clenched and relaxed. The heat built and built in me. A naughty thrill that would have me exploding.

I bit my lip as she sucked on my bud. Her fingers jammed into my cunt, plunging deep into my twat. I gasped, my back arching. The penetration was shocking and sudden. It was just what I needed. My orgasm hurtled towards me.

“Nurse Luann,” I moaned, swaying, my blonde curls dancing about my shoulders. “Oh, gosh, I’m going to cum.”

“Like a little schoolgirl-slut?” the nurse hissed then sucked on my clit.

“Just like that!” I gasped. “I’m a schoolgirl slut thanks to the pill!”

It controlled me.

I came so hard.

The joy of my orgasm rushed through me. That wonderful, delicious heat swept through my body. I gasped, my cunt writhing and spasming about her digits. She jammed them deep and hard into my cunt, teasing me as the cream gushed out of me.

Her lips abandoned my clit to lick up the spicy juices flooding out of me. Her tongue danced around her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. I groaned, my tits jiggling, pulling at the nipples gripped in my digits.

“Oh, yes, that’s so good! Oh, Nurse, Luann, you’re such a good pussy licker. Gosh, yes!”

“And you have such a yummy cunt,” purred the nurse. “Such a treat to eat you out.”

“Oh, yes, yes, that was nice,” I panted. “Ooh, thank you! Now I can—”

“Oh, gosh, no,” groaned Macie.

My head whipped around to find my friend sitting up on the exam table. I shuddered and saw my friend staring at me, her eyes wide. They were locked on my naked tits, my fingers pinching my nipples. Then she flicked down to the futa-nurse pulling her head away from my pussy.

“Lola, you’re…” Macie shook her head. “That’s…”

She looked so cute. This lust seized me, the pill taking control of my body, and I threw my nude body at the exam bed. I landed on the paper covering, the padding hard beneath my knees. I loomed over my friend.

She leaned back as I leaned in. I grabbed her face, feeling the softness of her skin. Her eyes went wide with panic. A strand of her brown hair fell over her tan forehead. My head darted in and kissed my best friend on the lips.

Hard.

I thrust my tongue against her mouth, wept up by the tide of lesbian lust that rippled through me. My entire body buzzed from the wonderful and delicious orgasm the futa-nurse just gave me. Now the pill wanted me to make my friend feel just as amazing.

I liked the idea.

My hands held her face as I kissed her. She whimpered, struggling to pull away from me. I kept it up, wanting her to relax. As she retreated, I pressed forward and soon I was lying atop her, my naked breasts pressing into her dark blouse. She squirmed on the exam table beneath me, her tits feeling so soft through her clothing.

My hand slid from my mouth as I kept kissing her, not wanting to let up. I wanted to make her feel amazing. My touch stroked down her soft neck to the high collar of her blouse. I kept kissing her as I went lower, finding were our tits pressed together.

I kneaded her breasts, savoring touching my friend’s tits. A girl’s tits. The bible said this was a sin. A girl should only lie with futas, and only if they were married. Sex was for reproduction and the symbolic union of Jesusa and the Church, a physical union of futa and wife that mirrored the spiritual one.

I didn’t care. I wanted Macie.

My fingers kneaded and played with her breasts, massaging the side of them. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me. I loved the feel of her. The way she whimpered and groaned. My tongue darted through her mouth, teasing her.

I wanted her to surrender.

To find this amazing.

She tasted so sweet.

My friend felt so naughty beneath me.

The door closed, the futa-nurse leaving us alone. My friend whimpered. She sounded so cute. Her eyes were squeezed shut. My fingers dug into her breasts through her blouse. I slid up her flesh, bruising my own.

I found her nipples. Through her bra and blouse.

Hard nipples.

My pussy clenched as I massaged my friend’s nubs. She shuddered on the table beneath me. She squirmed. Her body felt so warm. She sighed as I massaged her nipples, her mouth opening. My tongue fluttered inside. I caressed her tongue. I teased her.

She let out a groan and then she kissed me back.

Every girl knew nipples were the gateway to their sexual sin. Massaging them, playing with them, and teasing them made a girl get wetter and wetter. Without the pill to control her, I had to use that other method. The one futas had used for thousands of years to make girls succumb to naughty pleasures.

Macie surrendered to me.

I pinched her nipple with my left hand through her clothing, kissing her with such hunger. Her lips moved with mien. She moaned and squirmed beneath me. My right hand moved down her body, finding her hip. Her skirt. I began tugging it up, shifting around, my knees and legs on it and pinning it in place.

My patience paid off when I worked up her skirt enough to brush her bare leg at her knee. She shuddered against me, her eyes snapping open. She stopped kissing me as my hand slid up her thigh. She shook her head and whimpered as my fingers crept up her silky skin.

I broke the kiss, my finger stroking her nipple. “It’s okay. It’s just the pill.”

“I haven’t taken it,” she whimpered.

“But I did,” I told her, nuzzling my nose against hers. My finger circled her nipple through her blouse as my right hand climbed higher and higher. “I just want to eat your pussy. You don’t have to do anything in return.”

“Lola,” she groaned, squirming. Her nipple felt so hard. “I… I mean… Our vow. We’re supposed to be pure, and this… this is…”

“I know,” I said. “But just remember that it’s all me. You have nothing to feel ashamed of.”

I kissed my friend again, eager to give her such a wonderful delight. To make her feel amazing. My hand reached her panties. I shuddered as I felt a heat flowing from her. I pressed on the cotton, feeling her bush beneath along with her passion.

I turned her on.

She whimpered as my fingers pressed her panties into her bush. I slid lower until she squirmed. I knew I was touching the right spot. I was rubbing her vulva through her underwear, caressing her virgin pussy.

This wicked heat ran through me. This naughty passion. A dizzying wave shot through me. I was touching my best friend’s pussy through her panties. I was stroking her. Doing something so wicked. The pill was amazing.

It forced me to do this delicious thing.

I slid my fingers to the right, finding the leg hole. I dipped in, brushing her pubic hair. Macie whimpered and shuddered. She kissed me back, harder. The pill was infecting her, too. I had turned her on so much she had surrendered to this delight.

My fingers stroked through those silky pubic hairs and slid up and down her curls. I teased her, loving the feel of the juices on them. Then I found the hot flesh of her pussy. My own cunt clenched, aching to be touched.

Good thing Nurse Luann made me cum, or I’d be in real trouble.

My tongue darted into Macie’s mouth, dueling with hers as I stroked up and down her hot flesh. Her juices coated my fingers. She whimpered and groaned, struggling beneath her. Her tongue darted through my folds. It was such a delight. A naughty and wicked heat that surged through my body.

My tongue flicked across my lips, the heat burning through me. I shuddered, my heart pumping such wicked passion through me. My juices flowed down my thighs, soaking through my thick bush, as I stroked up to her clit.

She gasped into the kiss.

I broke it and smiled, rubbing her little bud. “Mmm, you like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she groaned, her face twisting. “We shouldn’t do this, Lola. It’s going to change everything. We’re supposed to be pure.”

“We are pure,” I told her. “It’s the pill. We’re not to blame.” I stared into her eyes. “There’s no guilt when you’re not in control.”

“But I’m in control,” she whispered.

“Nonsense,” I purred and kissed her again, a quick nip. “This is all me. You’re just helpless to my touch. And I’m going to touch you. Lick you. Eat you.”

I couldn’t wait. I had to taste her.

I pushed down her body, my breasts dragging over her dress. Her cloth caressed me. It was amazing. I shuddered as I settled between her thighs, my hands pushing up her skirt high enough to uncover her plain, white panties. So boring. They were disarrayed, her brown pubic hair sticking out on the side.

Macie lifted her rump as I drew them down. Her legs thrust into the air and pressed tight as I slid the panties up them, her furred muff peeking between her thighs. I licked my lips. Over my own spicy musk, a sweet scent grew.

Was that her pussy?

A hunger swept through me.

I threw her panties down beside us, pressed her thighs apart, and ducked my head down. I didn’t hesitate to press my face into my best friend’s virgin twat. I licked at her pussy. Her silky hairs caressed my face. This wonderful delight rubbed against me. I shuddered as my tongue stroked out and lapped across her folds. It was such an amazing delight to experience.

To enjoy.

I nuzzled into her pussy, licking with such hunger. I just wanted to experience everything she had to offer. To revel in all the delights of her sweet pussy. My tongue fluttered up and down her juicy slit. It made me feel so naughty.

I reached her clit and nibbled on it.

She gasped and squealed, her body shaking with delight. Her head tossed back and forth. This wonderful passion surged through me. It made me so hot to experience this delight. Juices melted down my cunt as I feasted on her.

“Lola!” Macie groaned. “Oh, Lola, this is so wrong, but… but…”

“It’s the pill,” I told her. I licked my lips. “I never had a thought of eating pussy until it, okay?”

“You never did?” she asked, her voice tight.

“Nope. But I am glad the pill’s making me do it. Ooh, you taste amazing.”

I buried my face back into her pussy. I licked and lapped and feasted on her. I loved this. Savored my tongue dancing over her folds. I shuddered, the pleasure surging through my body just from the thrill of eating out my first cunt.

My best friend’s cunt.

My left hand shot down between my thighs. I thrust my digits into my deflowered pussy. I couldn’t wait to take my next cock in her. I pumped them in and out of my hot flesh, savoring the juicy feel. My twat squeezed down around my digits. This head rush rippled through me. It was incredible.

I moaned into her twat as my masturbation sent me hurtling towards another orgasm. The depravity of eating Macie’s sweet cunt had me on the brink of my climax already. My tongue licked and lapped up and down her virgin flesh.

I brushed her clit. I danced around it. Then I fluttered my tongue against her hymen. She was still one hundred percent pure. That was so hot. My tongue pressed against it. I wanted to penetrate it. I wanted to poke my tongue through it.

My fingers.

My pill wanted that, but not enough to make me do it. Not enough that would go that far with my friend. She deserved to have the futa she loved and marry do that to her. Or just the one that made her so hot she had to be fucked like a slut in the bathroom.

That was fun.

“Oh, Lola,” she whimpered. “Lola, you’re… you’re…”

“Making you cum?” I asked. I sucked on her clit.

She yelped and nodded, her dress rustling around her. She clapped hands over her burning cheeks. “I’m going to… to do that. Have my orgasm. Oh, Lola. Yes!”

She bucked suddenly and then she cried out as her juices flooded over me. I gasped, lapping up her virgin folds. She whimpered and bucked. Her breasts jiggled. I savored the delight. My tongue danced over her fold.

She tasted so good. That wonderful flavor of her sweet cream bathed my tongue. It was fresher. Hotter. I reveled in it. My pussy clenched on my plunging fingers. My thumb rushed my own clit. Sparks exploded.

I joined my best friend in orgasmic rapture.

The exam bed creaked. It groaned as she shuddered through her pleasure. Then she panted. She collapsed, panting and groaning. I licked at her a few more times, my own waves of pleasure rushing through my body.

“Lola!” she moaned.

I darted up her body, my pleasure rippling through me. I kept plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt as I kissed her with pussy-stained lips. I let her taste herself on me. She gasped and stiffened. Her tongue danced with mine.

It was an incredible experience. I loved her as my orgasm peaked. My entire body trembled through my rapture. I broke the kiss as my ecstasy died into buzzing rapture. I stared into her eyes, searching.

“That was… nice,” she said, blushing.

“It was just the pill,” I told her. “So no guilt.”

She nodded. “We… we should get back to class.”

“Right,” I gasped. “It’s calculus. We have to get going.”

She blushed and grabbed her panties. She drew them over her shoes and up her legs. I caught a final glimpse of her pussy before she seated them. Nurse Luann gave us a note explaining our absence before we were hurrying through the halls.

Macie held my hand as we rushed in silence, my tits jiggling.

We burst into Ms. Miller’s calculus class, every eye turning to us. “Sorry for being late,” I said. “I had to take Macie to the nurse’s office.”

“I just fainted,” Macie said, taking her seat. “Sorry.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Ms. Miller said.

“Can I have my relief?” I asked. “I missed the start of class, and I’m horny.”

Macie gasped and gave me this shocked, stunned look. I gave her a hopeless shrug. The pill needed more. I was on fire. My pussy drooled, needing a futa’s cock to fuck me hard and fast. I craved it.

“Sure,” the professor said. “If you need it that badly.”

“I do,” I moaned, trembling.

“I’ll do it,” Guanting Chan said, standing up. The Chinese futa, and head of the A/V club, wore a blouse with a bow tie, her long skirt falling to her knees.

“No, I got you, Lola,” said Isadora Hardy. She gave me a big grin, her brown hair swaying about her face.

“Both of you!” I said and fell to my knees. “First one to my pussy gets to fuck my juicy cunt, the other gets my mouth.”

They both charged forward, stripping off their clothes. Guanting’s skirt came off, revealing a pair of dark pantyhose clinging to her lithe thighs, her futa-dick swelling the front of the red panties she wore beneath. Isadora’s jean skirt let her get naked faster. She hauled it up and over her waist then shoved her blue panties to the side. Her girl-dick popped out.

She landed behind me and reamed her girl-dick to the hilt in me. I moaned as she slammed deep and hard into me, feeling me with that amazing cock. My entire calculus class watched with shock and hunger in their eyes.

“Lola is really getting fucked?”

“That video Shelena posted is fucking real!”

“Damn, the prez of the Purity Society getting wild!”

“It’s just the pill,” I moaned as Isadora fucked me hard. She pounded me with powerful strokes, burying her girl-dick over and over into me. The senior futa hammered me.

“Damn,” Guanting moaned. She fell to her knees before me, fumbling with her nylons. I gasped as she just ripped them open, the pantyhose splitting. The red of her panties became so much more vibrant now that it was no longer covered by the black. “You’re so sexy, Lola.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Macie whimpered. “This is like a nightmare.”

“Sorry,” I moaned as Guanting’s cock came out. “The pill, remember.”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding desultory.

Guanting ripped her panties to the side. Her cock flopped out, thrusting from a thick, black bush. I smelled her sweet pussy juices moments before she pressed her clit-dick against my mouth. I opened wide, shuddering as I swallowed my first girl-dick.

It was incredible to have her cock in my mouth as Isadora pumped away at my cunt. Guanting moaned, her bow tie tight about her throat. Her round breasts jiggled in her white blouse as she gripped my sandy-blonde hair.

“The president of the Purity Society sucking on my cock,” moaned Guanting. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“I know,” panted Isadora. “I’m so glad you asked for relief.”

Me, too.

I sucked hard on Guanting’s cock as Isadora hammered my cunt. Pleasure rippled out of my aching pussy. She wasn’t as big as Shelena, but she still felt amazing in me. I whimpered, drool running down my chin as I blew my first cock. It was naughty. Salty precum coated my tongue.

My round breast jiggled as I rocked between them. Isadora’s crotch smacked into my rump. My cunt clenched down on her thrusting futa-dick each time. It was incredible. My mouth slid a few inches up and down Guanting’s dark-olive cock, pleasure crossing the nerdy futa’s face.

She tightened her grip on my hair and fucked my mouth.

I liked that. It made me feel like such a slut. The pill reveled in it.

“Damn, look at Lola go!”

“That’s so hot!”

“Maybe they’ll cum fast and I’ll have my turn with her.”

“Always tomorrow.”

The sounds rippled around me as I blew Guanting and took Isadora’s cock in my cunt. The silky friction fed my orgasm as much as the watchers and the thrill of blowing my first cock. I was doing so many firsts today. I reveled in it, my eyes squeezing shut as I just enjoyed this wicked and wanton pleasure.

Guanting thrust her hips forward. Two futa-cocks fucked me now. I was impaled between them, spit-roasted on their dicks. It was incredible. I whimpered, my tits swaying. Isadora churned my cunt to a froth, bringing me closer and closer to that magical eruption.

It wouldn’t be long. Isadora’s steady, hard thrusts were bringing me towards that wonderful orgasm. I loved cumming. The pill made me into such a slut. I shuddered, welcoming their cocks in me, moaning about Guanting’s futa-dick.

“Oh, damn,” Guanting groaned. “Lola! I’m going to flood your mouth.”

I moaned around her girl-dick and opened my eyes. I wanted her to know that was okay. I sucked with hunger, nursing on her dick. My tongue danced around her shaft as she fucked it in and out of me. Her dick drove to the back of my throat. I couldn’t take her entire length.

What a shame.

My pussy didn’t have that problem. I took every inch of Isadora’s cock. She plowed deep into me, stretching me out. I whimpered, feeling everyone watching me. Macie watching me. My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

I couldn’t take much more of this. Isadora’s cock churned my pussy towards a frothy climax. My cunt clenched and relaxed on her, flaring the pleasure. She gasped and groaned, driving her girl-dick hard and deep into me.

“Shit!” she moaned. “Goddess damn, your tight, Lola!”

“Cum in her!”

“Give the slutty prez what she craves!”

“I always knew you were a slut, Lola! You were trying too hard to deny it.”

“The Program is amazing.”

“Yes,” Guanting moaned and then erupted.

Her hot futa-cum fired into my mouth. My eyes widened as I tasted the jizz fresh from the source. The salty flavor melted across my tongue. I whimpered, gulping it down. I swallowed blast after blast of the amazing delight.

Isadora rammed her girl-dick into my cunt. I came.

My pussy convulsed around Isadora’s girl-dick. She gasped as she drew back and slammed into my convulsing flesh. The pleasure flooded through me. An amazing rapture that swept through my body and drowned me in delicious lust.

Guanting ripped her cock out of my mouth and gained her feet.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Cum in me, Isadora. Cum in my cunt!”

“Fuck, yes!” Isadora gasped. She slammed into me. “Take it, prez!”

Hot futa-cum slashed into my cunt. I groaned, my mouth lingering with the taste of Guanting’s jizz while Isadora’s flooded me. Spurt after hot spurt of her jizz pumped into my twenty-year-old twat. My breasts swayed as the pleasure surged through my body.

“Macie!” I moaned. “She’s cumming in me. The pill is incredible.”

My friend wouldn’t look at me. She was the only one. I shuddered, my mind melting. My orgasm peaked in me. Isadora pumped the last blast of cum into me and then my climax passed. I panted, my tits heaving.

“My turn?” Alisya Corwin asked hopefully.

“No, no, we still have ten minutes left in class,” said Ms. Miller, let’s get back to work.

I nodded and stood up, cum matting my pussy. I slumped down beside Macie, feeling like a million bucks. I stretched my arms, my tits jiggling. The pill was satiated, for now. But lunch break was next.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Macie fled to join the Purity Society and didn’t want to sit with me. Well, that was fine. I ended up not see Macie for the rest of the day, but I didn’t let that concern me. I was having too much fun.

During lunch, while she was off with the Purity Society, I ended up having a threesome with Ginny and her futa-girlfriend Candice. Turned out, the futa did have a bigger cock than Shelena’s. That cute, nerdy freshman made me cum so hard while I moaned into Ginny’s pussy.

“Want to make a porno with us on Friday after classes?” Ginny asked. “In the A/V Club? It’ll help the school out.”

“Sure,” I said, grinning. The pill thought that sounded like a blast. “Just so long as I can fuck Candice again.”

“There’s a few other members of the A/V club that will get their dicks wet, too. You’ll love it.” Ginny smiled at me. “I like finding girls to come to the shoots because Salome is still a virgin, and the only futa I fuck is Candice. But since I was gangbanged during my week in the Program, I make sure she gets pussy to make up for it.”

She was a loving girlfriend, though I was shocked to learn that Salome and her futa-girlfriend were waiting for marriage to have sex. They weren’t even in the Purity Society. The two Hispanic futas were cute together.

I wondered what would happen to Salome if she was slipped the naughty pill…

I asked for relief in my next three classes and had a blast. I was dripping with cum when I walked home naked. Why put on clothes? It was a warm day. Futas I passed on the street appreciated it, and I took a dick up the ass from a hottie out for a jog.

It was only when I got home, I realized I hadn’t heard from Macie since calculus.

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Lola Lovell’s Thursday

The next day, I was dripping with cum when I realized that Macie hadn’t shown up to college. I received dirty looks from members of my Purity Society as I moved through the hallway. They must have heard about what I’d done with Macie. How I’d loved her.

I texted Macie for the tenth time. I contacted her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. I sent her a Snapchat, and not a nude one like the pill wanted me to do, but strictly from the shoulders up. I hit her up on WhatsApp.

She ignored them all.

I found something that could finally tame the futa pill and the wild effect it had on me: worry.

I was so concerned about my friend that I didn’t beg for a futa to fuck me during my relief time in my physics class nor my calculus. My lust evaporated despite the fact I’d taken a fresh pill that morning, handed over by President McTaggart when I gleefully stripped naked before getting fucked hard by the twin futa-sisters, Danita and Shanene Hayward. I took one in the pussy and the other in the asshole. It was an incredible delight.

I had pushed Macie too far. She had clearly freaked out, lost to the same shame that used to control me before the pill. Now that I was on it, I wasn’t sure I could ever go off of it. I mean, I know I should return to being a pure girl, but just doing what it wanted was so much easier than fighting my desires all the time.

Having sex felt amazing.

When lunch arrived, I marched down to the college’s nurses office. I had to fix my friend, and I knew just how to do it. I had such confidence, marching forward, my tits bouncing. The futas seemed to sense that I had somewhere to be and most just gave me light gropes on the ass or tweaked a nipple.

I wanted to enjoy myself, but Macie was more important.

I reached the nurse’s office and entered it. “Nurse Luann.”

“Oh, hello, Lola,” the futa-nurse purred. She wore pink scrubs again, a hungry smile on her face as she sauntered out of her office. “Do you need to be… cleaned up?”

My cheeks burned with desire. “No, no, I need another pill.”

She arched an eyebrow at me. “Didn’t you take one this morning when you arrived.”

“It’s not for me, it’s for Macie.” I bit my lower lip. “I don’t think she reacted the way I wanted her to after yesterday. She’s skipping classes and not answering my messages. That’s not like her. I want to take the pill to her house. I know it will calm her down and help her relax. Like it did for me. Then she won’t feel any guilt or shame over what we did yesterday.”

I didn’t. Thanks to the pill.

The nurse bit her lip. “Okay, Lola, there’s something you need to know.”

My brow furrowed. “Uh, what?”

“The pill was just a placebo.”

My head cocked. I shook it. “The pill I took? The one that turned me into a slut? That made me so horny I stopped caring?”

“It’s just a sugar pill,” she said. “It did nothing to you.”

My jaw dropped. The room spun. I grabbed her arm for support as the impact of her words struck me. The blood rushed to my brain and then this boiling darkness hit me. Sounds retreat as I felt myself falling and…

To be continued…

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 15
JOB INTERVIEW

On Saturday morning there was an email from Laura’s blackmailer.

She found it early in the morning. She’d gotten up early, and Erica was still asleep in bed, sprawled nude across the sheets, recovering from the raping Laura had given her last night. Laura had crept out of the bedroom, gone to the computer room, bared her tits to the computer’s camera, and then checked her email.

To: Pink-Haired Fucktoy
From: You Know Who
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Good little slut! We are very pleased with your progress at the Mayim Clinic. You are being a very obedient little lezzy pet and we are happy. We have enjoyed watching you rape the cute little fuckpuppet you liive with every night. Thank you for that.

Thank you also for the $1,000 you deposited last night. Good little slutkitten. We won’t need to cut any parts off you this week.

This weekend we have some very special rules for you to follow. They apply from right now until you wake up on Monday morning.

1) You are not to touch your own panties for any reason this weekend, including touching them with an item you are holding. You will probably need your slut lezbo girlfriend’s help to put them on this morning and take them off tonight.
2) You are only to refer to those giant whore tits you have as “fuckhandles”, “sex-balloons”, “milkbags” or “rapemelons” for the rest of the weekend. Use all four terms; cycle through them and don’t leave any out. You are not to indicate your tits in any way other way, including using other words for them, pointing at them, referring to them as “they”, “them”, or “those”, or using non-verbal noises such as coughing.
3) You are to answer any questions about your breasts, your chest area, or any clothes covering your breasts fulsomely and honestly.
4) Instead of a regular bra, you are to wear the special bra that has been delivered to your house. You will find it on your doorstep, along with instructions for wearing it. If you are ever required to explain why you are wearing it, you are to indicate that you like it and that you feel it suits you.

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Laura looked at the instructions. Not touching her own panties was strange, but Laura couldn’t immediately see a difficulty with it. Having to call her breasts…. those names was obscene. If she understood the instructions, she wasn’t allowed to avoid talking about her breasts if it was otherwise appropriate to do so. But having to describe them using those words was beyond humiliating.

Honestly, though, how often did Laura talk about her breasts? Hardly ever, right? She could go a whole day without mentioning them, easy.

The instructions would have been completely trivial except that Laura needed to go looking for work today. She needed an extra job to meet the repayments to her blackmailer. She didn’t have time to send off resumes and wait for replies so she was going to have to go directly to businesses and hope they would hire her on the spot.

The fourth requirement worried Laura. She snuck out of the computer room to the front door, and opened it slightly, covering her still-bare tits with one arm. There was a box sitting there, which Laura pulled inside before closing the door again. There was no sign of who had sent the box but it had clearly come by post, not hand delivery, which Laura was grateful for.

Inside, her heart sank to see the bra. It was nothing but a short length of chain, with each end terminating in a metal clamp. The only other thing included was a photo of a big-titted blonde slut. The slut had clipped the chain to one nipple, passed it around the back of her neck, before bringing it down and fastening it to her other tit.

Laura had to take a deep breath. The “bra” was not only humiiliating, but it looked painful. The clamps at each end were of cruel ridged metal. Tentatively, Laura eased one onto her left nipple, and was unable to stop herself squealing in pain. She had to jam her fist in her mouth to stop herself from waking up Erica.

She looked down at the chain in distress. It was hanging heavily from her left nipple, pulling agonisingly on the soft flesh of her boob. Should she take it off? But she had to wear this this weekend or the blackmailer would… hurt her. Hurt her worse than a clamp on her nipple. Laura tried to calm down and ignore the pain. She lifted the chain, slung it around the back of her neck, and pulled it down towards her right breast.

The chain was too short. It stopped a good four centimetres above her right nipple.

Laura wanted to cry in frustration. It didn’t fit. What was she supposed to do? Tell her blackmailer she couldn’t do it? Would he even reply, or would he just punish her immediately? She pulled on the chain, willing it to reach her nipple, whimpering as it pulled her other funbag upwards.

And it almost did reach. Laura’s left breast was tugged obscenely upwards by the chain, but it almost reached her right. Maybe if Laura lifted her right boob a little…

With a squeak of triumph, she released the second clamp onto her right nipple. Pain shot through her fuckbags but the chain was in place. Cupping her boobs tenderly in her hands, she went to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She looked bizarre. Both her breasts were being pulled upwards by their nipples, giving the general impression that her tits improbably angled upwards. The pressure of the chain on the back of her neck was uncomfortable, and her breasts hurt immensely. Unless she was cupping her breasts, every step made them bounce and tug on the chain, which resulted in agonising pain in her nipples. Was she really going to wear this torture device the rest of the weekend?

Laura knew she was. The alternative was too awful.

Trying to ignore the pain in her nipples, Laura dressed herself to look for work. She put on a short pink skirt, and found a white woolen sweater that went some way to concealing the odd angle of her tits. She put on her makeup and styled her hair, and then went to wake Erica up for help with getting her panties on, just as her blackmailer had said.

Erica, of course, wanted to know what was up with Laura’s tits. Gritting her teeth, Laura said, “It’s just a chain that pulls on my nipples. I like it. It suits me.” Erica opened her mouth to ask another question; Laura spoke first. “Can we please stop talking about my… my sex-balloons? Just help me get my panties on.”

Subdued by Laura’s angry tone and fearing punishment, Erica said nothing further, even though she was clearly dying to know why Laura needed help putting on her own underwear, and why Laura was calling her breasts “sex-balloons”.

Once Laura’s panties were on, she thanked Erica with a kiss, slipped her feet into some high heels, and set out in the car to try some workplaces.

Driving felt strange. Laura couldn’t help but feel that every other driver on the road must be able to tell that she had a chain clipped to her nipples, pulling her… rapemelons upwards. She blushed the entire way into the city centre, and when she finally reached the city and parked she had to take several long deep breaths to talk herself into getting out of the car. It felt like she was exposing herself as a colossal slut to anyone who even looked at her. Who was this pink-haired whore deliberately abusing her own fuckhandles in public? But it wasn’t that bad, Laura told herself. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror of the car. You couldn’t really tell, unless you were staring straight at Laura’s bosom. In a sudden motion, committing, she opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, and not one person turned to stare at her. Everyone continued about their business, oblivious to Laura and the distracting pain in her tits.

Laura spent that morning walking from shop to shop, asking about the possibility of casual vacancies on weekends and/or Wednesday nights. At each store she left a copy of her resume. But nowhere did anyone sound enthusiastic about employing her. She had concentrated mainly on clothes shops and boutique retailers. Sometimes the shopgirls that she spoke to looked at Laura’s chest disapprovingly, and Laura would blush. She didn’t know if they had some inkling of the chain pulling her fuckbags upwards, or whether they just had the same opinions about girls with big tits that Laura did, but she knew she wouldn’t be getting a call back from any of those shops. Others seemed suspicious of her pink hair, or possibly the slow, careful way Laura was walking to avoid having her breasts bounce agonisingly against the chain.

At midmorning, Laura stopped for a snack, and had a large bottle of soft-drink and a small side of chips. She then decided she would have to re-focus her efforts. Men tended to like her better than girls – a curse for a lesbian, but a reality nonetheless – so probably she should be looking for work in places staffed by men. If people were going to be giving her boobs strange looks anyway, they may as well be aroused instead of disgusted.

At first this plan didn’t seem to be working either. The various boys and men she met as she continued to hand out her resume did appear to WANT to work with the buxom pink-haired kitten in front of them, but they regretfully explained there just weren’t positions open this time of year. Laura became increasingly frustrated.

Finally her luck changed when she applied at a supermarket. The man wearing a name badge she happened to approach at the service counter turned out to be the store manager, inspecting the shop floor. He introduced himself as David, greeted her warmly and suggested she come upstairs to the offices for an interview immediately.

He led Laura up stairs – stairs which caused Laura’s tits to bounce and tug on their chain painfully – into a small waiting room-slash-break area. Here he apologised and said he just had some brief business to take care of, and asked Laura to wait for a moment.

Laura took a seat. She had just become aware of a pressure in her bladder from the soft drink earlier. She crossed her legs and tried to ignore it; she was so close to an actual interview.

David vanished into an office, and a long time passed. Laura checked her watch regularly, and soon half an hour has passed with no sign of David. She was just about to get up and leave when he finally emerged.

“Ah, Laura, was it? I’m so sorry about the delay. An important phone call came in which tied me up for a while. Would you like to come in now?”

Laura stood, trying her best to smile warmly, and followed him into his office, where she took a seat.

“So,” David began, “You were after one of the checkout positions?”

“Yes,” Laura began, then had to take a deep breath. Her bladder was REALLY full. “Actually”, she said, “I’m sorry, but would it be all right if I took a moment to use your loo?”

“Of course!” said David. “Through there!” He gestured at a door to the side of the office – clearly he had a private bathroom. Laura gratefully went through it, almost running.

On the other side there was indeed a well appointed private bathroom – a single room containing sink, toilet and bathroom. Laura headed for the toilet, but then paused. She had been about to pull down her panties, but had just remembered – she was not allowed to touch her own underwear.

Her face coloured. How was she supposed to piss without taking off her panties? The thought was rhetorical, because she knew how her blackmailer wanted her to do it. He wanted her to wet herself – to piss in her underwear and then walk around in wet panties until she could get home and get Erica to take them off her.

Laura was in an agony of indecision. She knew she was going to have to do it – wet herself – because there was no way she could hold her bladder until she got home to Erica, and the only other option – asking someone to help her take her panties off – seemed even more humiliating. But if she did it here, she would have to go back out and sit through a whole interview with David with urine-soaked panties. If she could hold it in until the end of the interview, she could run outside afterwards and wet herself in an alleyway or something, and then phone Erica and get her to pick Laura up in the car while she hid from view.

Laura didn’t know if she could make it through the interview. She actually sat down on the toilet and thought about pissing there and then. A tiny trickle of urine emerged from her uretha and dampened the front of her panties slightly. But then she stopped – she couldn’t do it, piss herself here and then go talk to a man who would definitely notice. She got up from the toilet again, flushed it to avoid suspicion, and went back outside.

Laura’s bladder was really full now – so full it hurt. In that respect it matched the agony in her chain-bound tits. Laura found it hard to think about anything other than her painful boobs and her need to piss.

“Sorry about that,” she breathed, as she resumed her seat.

“No worries,” said David cheerfully, and began the interview

Laura used all of her effort to concentrate on David’s questions and answer them charmingly and professionally. Yes, she had worked in retail (a lie). Yes, she was good at resolving conflict. Yes, she was great with customers.

After about 15 minutes David’s questions ground to a halt. He was staring at Laura’s breasts. Laura tried to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, are your clothes all right?” he finally asked. “Your… bust appears to be at a strange angle.”

Laura flushed with embarassment. Her mind raced through potential responses. She wanted to just say, “Yes, it’s fine,” and move on, but she remembered rule 3 – she was to answer questions about her breasts fully and honestly. Surely, though, her blackmailer wouldn’t know how she answered this question?

Or would he? What had that call been that David had taken before Laura came in? Was it possible her blackmailer was checking up on her? That was paranoid, was’t it?

Laura remembered the picture of the knife. Better paranoid than dead. She would obey her rules.

So what would she say? What was full and honest? Perhaps, “My breasts are at an odd angle a bit because I’m wearing a special bra.” Except that’s not the way she’d have to phrase it.

“My…. sex-balloons…. are pointing upwards because I’m wearing a special bra,” she said. She felt like crying. It was so humiliating to describe her tits that way. And she needed to piss so badly.

David’s brow furrowed. “What kind of special bra?”

Laura closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him, trying to hold back tears. “A length of chain that loops around the back of my neck and then clips to the nipples of each of my rapemelons.”

David was baffled, horrified, and maybe a little aroused. “Isn’t that painful?”

Laura nodded, sniffling. “It’s very painful.”

David said, “Then why would you wear it?”

Laura knew the answer: “Becuase I like it, and it suits me.”

David was silent for a long a couple of long minutes. Too long. Laura couldn’t control herself any longer. Maybe if she’d been happy and confident she could have held onto her bladder but crying and humiliated, she no longer had that control. She made a quiet little moan, and then started to piss into her panties. She felt the hot piss gush from her pussy and immediately begin soaking into and through her undwear, soaking her crotch.

In the silence of the room, what she was doing was obvious, and it became more obvious as the pool of urine on her seat grew, and began to drip down onto the floor. All of her rear was soaked in it – the front and back of her panties, the back of her skirt. The skin of her ass was wet with piss. And still she couldn’t stop, could do nothing but sit and feel the hot urine gushing from her pussy into the wet cotton of her underpants.

David listened to her pissing for a few seconds, a disgusted look on his face, and then stood. He walked over to where Laura sat, bent down, and pullled up her sweater to expose her tits. Laura let him; it didn’t occur to him to stop him. She was pissing herself in this man’s office – how could she say no to him? It still felt weird to have her boobs exposed in front of a man, but not nearly as much as it used to. Certainly not as strange as wetting herself in front of him. She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Her breasts lay there, big and round and exposed to his gaze.

David reached down and gave one of the chains on Laura’s tits an experimental tug. Laura yelped in pain. Her flow of urine was slowing now. Her piss was no longer in her bladder; it was in a deep puddle on the chair around her buttocks, and on the floor below. David leant against the edge of his desk and regarded the piss-soaked slut in front of him.

“How big are your tits, Laura?” he asked, finally.

“My fuckhandles are 32 double Ds,” said Laura. She shifted in her seat, and felt some of the warm puddle of urine slop over the side of the chair and onto the carpet.

“Fuckhandles, huh? Is that how men use them?”

Laura knew she had to be truthful. “I haven’t had a man use my milkbags that way, but my girlfriend uses my sex-balloons as fuckhandles sometimes.”

“Are you a lesbian, Laura?”

Laura nodded.

“And are your tits real?”

“My rapemelons are all natural,” Laura replied. She wasn’t sure whether she should be proud of having natural tits, or ashamed that her boobs were so sluttily big without augmentation. She felt a little of both.

“Well, obviously,” David said, “you are completely unsuitable to work at the checkout. You can’t hold your bladder and you go around torturing your tits in public.”

David’s crotch was at the same height as Laura’s face. A part of her mind recognised that she was in the perfect position for him to reach out and pull her hair until her face was right up against his dick. She squeezed her legs together eagerly.

“But I might have another job for you,” he said. “Do you want it?”

Laura felt a stab of apprehension. “What is it?”

“A girl who’s just wet herself on my new carpet doesn’t really seem to be in a position for asking questions, Laura.”

Laura blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll tell you anyway,” said David. “I own the Pretty Titty Club. It’s a strip club. I want you to work there.”

“As a stripper?” Laura said. This was awful – she couldn’t be a stripper! She was acutely aware of the warm, wet puddle she was sitting in, though, and just wanted this to be over.

“No, stripping requires talent. You have to be able to dance and be reasonably fit. I’m not sure you’re good enough to be a stripper.”

Laura felt offended, but said nothing.

“I think you’d make a good drinks girl, though. You just have to wander around, ask the customers for orders, and bring them their drinks.”

Waitressing? Laura could do that. More to the point, she knew that with these piss-wet clothes she wouldn’t be looking for any more work today, and she had to get started earning more money to pay her blackmailer’s demands. This was the only job offer she’d had all day.

“I can do that,” she said, hopefully.

David looked down at her with an amused smile. “It’s topless waitressing, Laura. You’d need to keep your tits on display, just like this. And you’d need to start tonight. Can you do that?”

Laura didn’t want to. It was prostitution by degrees. It might not be as bad as stripping, but it was still selling her body to men, even if what she was selling was only the right to ogle her boobs. But… did she have any choices?

“I’d need to be able to keep wearing my…. special bra, for tonight,” said Laura hesitantly.

“I think our customers might like that even more,” said David. “Do you want the job?”

“Yes,” said Laura, defeated.

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Erica picked Laura up after the interview, responding to a summons on Laura’s phone. She pulled up near to the supermarket, and Laura scurried out of the alleyway where she had been hiding, her skirt visibly wet with piss and piss-streaks running down her legs. She got into the car and felt her damp clothes squelch against the leather of the seat.

Erica looked at Laura, curious. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” said Laura. She was furious. Furious with herself for wetting herself in public, for going out with this painful chain on her milkbags, for agreeing to become a stripper. She hated herself and her life and was on the verge of tears.

Erica caught an edge in Laura’s voice, and they drove home in silence.

The whole drive, Laura couldn’t take her mind off her humiliation and degradation. She had never thought she could or would do these things – deliberately hurting her fuckhandles for the pleasure of an anonymous abuser; agreeing to bare her rapemelons for money, urinating in front of a stranger. It was awful. And as she looked across at Erica, and realised Erica had had a relaxing morning at home while Laura had been doing those things, she felt herself getting angry at Erica too. She stared at the pretty bitch in the driver’s seat and got more and more furious. This was Erica’s fault. If Erica would just make more money at work Laura wouldn’t need to be doing this.

By the time they got home and parked in the driveway, Laura was choking with rage and shame. And when she got out of the car and saw that she’d left a little damp puddle of piss on the expensive leather seat, that was the last straw.

“Erica,” she said. “Come over here.”

Erica was just getting out of the car. “What’s up?” she asked, walking around to Laura’s side of the car.

Laura pointed down at the pissy seat. “Lick the seat clean, Erica,” she said.

Erica balked. “What?”

Laura slapped her across the face. Erica squeaked with pain.

“Lick the seat clean,” Laura said again.

Erica clutched her slapped face. “What…. why is it wet?”

“You made me wet myself,” said Laura. “Lick it clean.” She grabbed Erica’s hair and pulled down on it, forcing Erica to her knees. Erica started to cry, so Laura slapped her again. She wished Erica would stop making a scene: the neighbours might see.

“Lick it,” Laura hissed, and finally Erica obedeyed. Hesitantly, the pretty blonde crawled across to the car door, leaned over the seat, and began to lick at the damp seat cover. Her face crinkled up in disgust, but she kept at it, as Laura watched, until she had run her tongue across the entire seat and the only moisture left was her own saliva.

“Good girl,” said Laura. She pulled Erica to her feet again by her hair, closed and locked the car, and then led Erica inside the house. Erica was still crying, but quietly.

Inside, with the door closed, Laura led Erica to the bathroom. Here, she pulled off her sweater, revealing her chained sex-balloons, and then removed her wet skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “Take off my panties,” she said to Erica. Erica, fearing being slapped, knelt in front of Laura and pulled her soaked panties down her legs.

Once Laura had stepped out of the panties, nude now, she looked at Erica, kneeling on the ground, still holding the wet lingerie.

“Put them in your mouth,” she said.

Erica looked up at Laura, pleading with her eyes.

“Put them in your mouth,” Laura said again. And to her pleasure, her girlfriend opened her mouth and put the pissy, wet underpants into it. Laura thought about her girlfriend’s mouth filling with the sour taste of piss and felt her cunt tingle a little. God, she loved hurting Erica. And Erica was still crying. She remembered the feeling of Erica’s tears against her pussy, and how good it had been, and it prompted her to step forward and guide Erica’s face to rest against her twat.

Erica was confused – she felt like she was being asked to lick her girlfriend’s vagina, but her mouth was full of pissy underwear. She soon learned what Laura had in mind though. Laura planned to use Erica’s entire face as a masturbation toy, and to this end she began to rub her wet pussy up and down across Erica’s face, gripping Erica’s hair as makeshift handles. She smeared her cunt juices back and forth across Erica’s cheeks and forehead, savouring the feel of Erica’s nose running up and down her twat valley, between her labia, feeling the warmth of Erica’s tears on her thighs. Erica made muffled crying sounds, but Laura ignored them, because she was focusing on something else, something she very much wanted to do right now.

And there it was – her bladder wasn’t quite empty. And by relaxing as best she was able while in the throes of sexual arousal, Laura was able to let the last of her urine flow out and bathe her lover’s face. She moaned happily as she pissed onto her girlfriend’s face, even as she rubbed her pussy vigorously back and forth across the unwilling bitch’s features. This was right. This was the degradation that Laura had gone through, and now Erica was sharing in it, because that’s what girlfriends were for. She felt an orgasm building, and squealed out loud as it hit her just as the last of her bladder emptied itself.

Her knees went weak, and Laura lost her footing, falling safely but gracelessly to the bathroom floor in front of Erica. She ripped the panties from Erica’s mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately, Erica tasted like urine and cunt juices but Laura didn’t care. She kissed Erica again and again. The orgasm from abusing Erica had been amazing, and she felt deeply grateful to her girlfriend. “Good slut,” she murmured as she kissed the crying girl. “Good slut.”

Erica, confused, kissed Laura back, and the only thought in her mind was how lucky she was that Laura would kiss her even when she was soaked in piss, and even after she had made Laura so angry somehow. She felt grateful to be so loved. “Good slut,” she whispered to herself.

(To be continued…)

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As a young working adult, Sarah sets out to visit her cousins on her own

Sarah, who now has a full understanding of what she is and how she became (or was trained) to be a submissive lesbian slut, has decided to visit her cousins house, where Sarah’s world came tumbling down a number of years ago. For the full story, you should read Training Sarah Part One through Four. She arrived on a Saturday afternoon and her cousins were going to be at their mom’s house on Sunday. So Sarah would stay the afternoon and evening with Aunt Judy and visit with her cousins the following day before going back to the city.

Upon arriving, Aunt Judy dressed in a light summer skirt and a cotton blouse was taken back by the sexy aura surrounding Sarah, she just seemed to ooze sex from every pore, and it sent a chill through Aunt Judy’s body. Dressed in a tight fitting pair of hip hugging designer jeans, and a button up white dress shirt buttoned to give any onlooker a tantalizing view of her young full breasts and glimpses of her sheer sexy bra. Aunt Judy was no slouch, and had kept herself in great shape over the years, and having just divorced a few years ago, she was a cougar on the prowl.

Judy mentioned something about having some friends over the play cards later that evening, but encouraged Sarah to make herself at home in her daughter’s room, and she would make some lunch while she unpacked. Upon entering the room, Sarah felt many emotions rush to the surface, as this is where she was seen licking her own pussy juice off her fingers, fingered one cousin to an orgasm and licking her pussy juice off her fingers, and got caught eating her other cousins pussy right before everyone went to sleep. A shiver went through her body, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to begin to moisten. She walked slowly into the bathroom, looked over her shoulder to make sure nobody had walked in the room, and then opened the hamper. She pulled a pair of crumpled up, dirty panties from the hamper and raised them to her nose taking a deep breath…they smelled just like she remembered. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her other hand down the inside of her jeans and past the waistband of her panties and went straight to her throbbing pussy. She then looked closely at the panties, moving them around in her hand to expose the crotch, opened her mouth and stuck the crotch of the panties in her mouth and closed her lips around the panties.

Like a lightning bolt from the sky, her Aunt’s voice bellowed, “What in the fuck are you doing?” As Sarah wheeled around with the panties still in her mouth, and her hand still on her pussy, she saw her Aunt’s shocked face just a few feet away. Fumbling for words, she could find none, and simply dropped to her knees, wrapped both arms around Aunt Judy’s right leg, buried her face into her Aunt’s thigh and began sobbing. In the next 5 minutes she spilled her guts about everything. Her sister’s blackmail, masturbating in the bathroom while munching on her daughters panties, fingering one and eating the other daughter, and how she was addicted to eating pussy. The chill had returned to Judy’s body, but this time her nipples had hardened like bullets and her pussy was reacting much like it did when she watched porn movies. Rather than scold Sarah with contempt, she turned into Sarah slightly, causing Sarah’s nose and mouth to be just under the hemline of Judy’s skirt, and when she completed the turn, she rested her hand on Sarah’s shoulders which positioned Sarah’s nose against the front of Judy’s now moistening panties.

Sarah could smell Judy’s pussy, and as she wrapped her arms around her Aunt’s hips and her head slipped entirely under Judy’s skirt, Judy reached backwards to the bed an lowered herself slowly onto the bed. Wasting no time, Sarah slipped the crotch of her Aunt’s panties to one side, took a deep breath, and gave her Aunt’s pussy a long, deep lick, which evoked a low moan from her Aunt. Returning one hand to her own pussy, she proceeded to lick, suck and nibble her Aunt to a rather intense orgasm. Sarah then stood up, pushed her jeans and panties to her ankles, unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. Standing completely naked in front of her Aunt, she bowed her head, and told her Aunt that she had been a bad girl. She should not have seduced her that way, and now she would submit herself to her Aunt’s punishment, whatever it may be!

After an intense orgasm, and seeing a gorgeous, naked, submissive lesbian that had just eaten your pussy in front of you, many ideas ran through Judy’s head. Almost immediately, Aunt Judy said, “At my card party, you will be the waitress, you will wear a short jean skirt, you’ll find a pair in the top drawer over there, and you will wear the top you came in. No panties, no bra, and you will do whatever is asked of you. Once again, Sarah was in somebody else’s control, her pussy was on fire, and she needed to cum. Aunt Judy pulled her panties off her legs, tossed them at Sarah and said, go ahead, suck whatever pussy juice you want off those panties while you masturbate. Go ahead, I want to watch.

With that, Sarah began sucking on the crotch of the panties in one hand, and began to masturbate her pussy with the other. Aunt Judy just watched the spectacle and began to stroke her now naked pussy. What a find she thought, sure beats surfing porn on the internet.

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The futa and her little sister spy on the busty twins!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Eighteen: Futa Spies on the Twins

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

Allie had her laptop out and booted up on my bed. She was wearing a skirt, but I knew she didn’t have panties on underneath. Her naked twat had flashed at me when she’d raced before me up the stairs to reach my bedroom.

I reached beneath my skirt and shimmied out my panties. My futa-cock groaned in relief. Even these roomier panties, designed for transwomen who hadn’t had their sex change operation to remove their penis, didn’t quite have enough for a futanari. We were just hung. All fifteen or so of us in the world. So there was little chance of having clothes that fit our massive cocks.

It tented the front of my skirt. I hiked that out and let my pale shaft spill out. Allie was busy navigating her laptop with the touchpad. I slid onto the bed behind her, my cock nuzzling into her thigh. She threw a look over her shoulder, her strawberry-blonde pigtail almost smacking me in the face as it whipped around her head.

“Mmm, I need that cock in me,” she moaned, her blue eyes twinkling.

“My cock was just in you,” I pointed out. We had just returned home from our incestuous study session with my friend Pita and her hot mother. The four of us had sex in all manner of ways, thoroughly enjoying each other.

“But that was, like, fifteen minutes ago,” Allie said. “That’s so long for me to go without you in me.”

“You go longer than that every day at our college.

“And it’s just torture,” she moaned. “Don’t you know how much I suffer because your futa-cock isn’t in me.”

“My apologies,” I said, sliding my cock up her thigh. “I’ll fix that right now.”

Allie let out a theatrical sigh. “You’re the best. I love you, Jenny.”

“And I love my cute, adorable, bratty sister,” I purred.

She giggled, not objecting to any of those adjectives.

My cock reached her pussy. I nuzzled into her twat, savoring the feel of sparse, eighteen-year-old bush covering her tight cunny. She opened up the spy program she used to connect to our twin sisters’ laptops.

I could hardly contain blurting out what was about to happen. So I thrust my futa-cock into Allie’s pussy.

She gasped and shuddered. Her cunt clenched down on me as my futa-dick slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her wonderful snatch massaged me. The pleasure flowed down my cock to my own snatch. The heat rippled there and then washed out through my body in wonderful ripples.

I hugged my little sister tight as I marinated in her pussy. I reveled in the incestuous grip of her silky, hot flesh about me. She groaned and shifted in my arms, her back rubbing against my breasts. My nipples throbbed against my bra.

“Okay, let’s see if the twins are magically doing anything naughty,” Allie said.

She opened the webcams. We had two different feeds. One was a close up of Tara, one of our older sisters, who looked to be using her laptop. She was peering at the screen, her green eyes studious. She had the same color irises as me but had our mom’s blonde hair instead of my fiery locks. Allie was in between the twins and me. The other camera showed Sara—I could tell the difference between them by how they parted their hair, Sara always on the right side. They were identical unless you really knew them. Then you could see minute differences in facial structures and little blemishes on their skin.

Naked, of course, it got even easier to tell them apart since Tara had her clit pierced and Sara both her nipples.

“See, they’re doing nothing,” sighed Allie. “Our older sisters are so boring. They could be having hot twincest all the time.”

“And inviting a certain, bratty little sister into their bed?” I asked, drawing back my cock.

“Yes!” Allie shouted.

“Shhh,” I said. “We have to keep it down.”

“Right, right.” Allie squeezed her pussy down around my withdrawing cock, sending a flare of pleasure down it. “Can’t have those two prudes find out the rest of us our fucking. They’ll ruin it all. Ugh, I can’t believe the four of us came from the same pussy.”

“And what a yummy pussy that is,” I said, remembering the last time I had sex with our mother.

“Uh-huh,” Allie whimpered. “If the twins weren’t home, we could be having fun with Mom. They better not be around on Saturday to ruin Mrs. Asis’s visit.”

Pita and her mom were coming by on Saturday to, hopefully, let Mom join the fun.

I slid my hands beneath Allie’s shirt as I pumped away, the twins busy with their homework. My fingers slid up and up my sister’s belly to reach her breasts. I squeezed her small tits, kneading them as I savored her pussy. Her cunt squeezed around me.

She whimpered, wiggling her hips and stirring her juicy cunny around my cock. I loved my sister. Loved being in my sister, too. My cunt drank in the pleasure her pussy generated. I trembled, waiting for the fun to begin.

Tara leaned back from her laptop and thrust her arms over her shoulders. Her large breasts stretched out the tank top she wore. “I need a break.”

“Yeah, me, too,” said Sara. “My head’s starting to hurt.”

“Think we have time before dinner?”

“They’re home, Tara.”

Allie perked up. Her cunt squeezed around me. “Why do they care if we’re home.”

“That little pipsqueak is not watching us any longer. She’s got to have grown bored with spying on us.”

“They know?” Allie gasped. “Wait, does that mean…?”

“Fine, but we have to be quiet,” Sara said. “Mmm, sixty-nine?”

“I could eat you out and cum at the same time,” Tara said and popped off her tank top. Her breasts appeared, jiggling in her black bra. She unhooked that next. Her large tits spilled out right before the camera, her gold nipple rings on display.

“Holy fucking shit!” gasped Allie. “I knew it! I knew they were into twincest! I told you, Jenny! I told you they were doing more than studying in their room!”

“Yes, you did,” I moaned, thrusting harder as Tara stood up and crossed to Sara. The webcams caught them from two different sides. They were both topless as they kissed with hunger.

I knew they were lovers since the lunch break today. At the secret lesbian club meeting in the dean’s office, I had learned that Tara and Sara had been seduced into sapphic incest by none other than the head of our college.

Tara and Sara were just like me: afraid that the family would find them disgusting for engaging in incest. They had revealed themselves today in the middle of the orgy hoping I would be too turned on to care.

Little did they know I had been banging Allie and Mom all week.

“This is so hot!” Allie groaned as they kissed, her pussy squeezed around me. “We’re going to have so much fun messing with them before we reveal we want to join in.”

“Mmm, yes, it’s fun teasing a sister,” I said, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“Yes!”

Allie squirmed so much as I pumped away at her pussy. I thrust into her hard and fast. I savored how her snatch squeezed around my cock. She massaged me with her silky grip, sending such bliss shooting down to my twat. The pleasure grew and grew in my snatch, flowing down my clit-dick.

The twins shoved down the other’s skirt as they kissed with hunger. They wore matching panties, black and lacy that hugged their asses. They each shoved their hands into the other’s panties, cupping the other’s butt-cheeks. They gripped and kneaded each other, moaning as they kissed.

“So hot!” groaned Allie. “Mmm, Jenny, we got them.”

“Yes, we do,” I cooed.

I savored every stroke into my little sister’s twat. Her excitement sent a wicked thrill through me. The twins drifted to the bed, still kissing with their hands down the other’s panties. They reached the bed and broke the kiss. The ripped down those panties and kissed again.

Allie gasped, her cunt squeezing around my futa-cock. “Does Sara have a pierced clit? I thought I saw something.”

“No idea,” I lied, thrusting away at my little sister’s twat. I pumped hard and fast at her, reveling in plowing into her snatch. “But sure is sexy. Mmm, they’re going for it.”

Sara ended up on the bottom. Tara’s breasts swayed, her nipple piercings flashing, as she straddled her twin’s mouth. She settled down on Sara’s mouth. Blonde hair fell around Tara’s face as she went for Sara’s pussy.

The twins sixty-nined.

Allie groaned.

I thrust harder.

I pumped away with passion at my younger sister’s cunt as we watched our older sisters devouring the other’s pussy. They feasted on each other. They licked and lapped and ate each other out with such passion. It was so sexy to watch.

It made my cock so hard. I thrust into my little sister’s snatch. I pounded her hard and fast while Tara and Sara moaned their passion, their rapture coming out tinny through the laptop’s cheap speakers. They licked with enthusiasm.

“So hot!” gasped Allie. “They’ve done this a lot. Incest runs in the family! We’re all such horny perverts!”

“Yes!” I gasped, pinching her nipples. “And a certain bratty sister is the worst!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my girl-cock. I shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm. Her flesh quivered and writhed with such enthusiasm around my clit-dick. It was a wild thrill to enjoy. A wicked and wild passion. I drank it in. I loved every moment of her pussy going wild around my shaft.

She sucked at my cunt. She drove me wild. I buried into her snatch as I watched the twins devour each other. Sara’s hands clenched around Tara’s butt-cheeks, holding tight. Fingers dipped into Tara’s crack.

“Yes, yes, Sara, go for it!” hissed Allie. “Finger Tara’s asshole.”

Tara spasmed.

“You wicked sluts!” Allie moaned, bucking harder in my arms, her pussy sucking at my girl-dick slamming into her heavenly snatch.

I groaned at the wild thrill of her pussy convulsing around me. That hot embrace spasmed with such hot intensity about my girl-dick. I groaned, my body bucking with wild enthusiasm. I panted and thrust into her, unable to hold back.

I erupted.

I shuddered and bucked on the bed, holding Allie tight, as I pumped her cunt full of my jizz. My little sister’s pussy went even wilder about my cock. She spasmed and writhed. She milked me with her silky glove. Juices gushed out of me. This amazing pleasure surged through me.

It was awesome.

“Jenny!” Allie moaned, bucking in my arms. “Oh, Jenny! Jenny!”

We weren’t being quiet, but it didn’t matter now.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I panted. “Oh, my god, that’s hot. That’s delicious. Mmm, I’m cumming so hard.”

“I bet you are!” Allie shuddered. “I know you are! I can feel it!”

Hot and wild eruptions of cum fired out of my dick. I groaned, the pleasure screaming through me. Stars burst across my vision. I bucked and moaned, loving every minute of that delicious rapture screaming through me.

I hit the peak of my pleasure and panted. A momentary wave of darkness washed across my expression. When it cleared, the twins were still devouring each other while Allie’s pussy wrung the last of my cum out of my dick.

“I just knew it!” Allie groaned. “Didn’t I, Jenny? I called that they were lovers.”

“Yes, you did,” I said, stroking her arm.

“Oh, we’re going to fuck with them during dinner,” Allie purred. She licked her lips. “They have no idea you’re fucking me and mom. I’ll make them squirm for keeping this from me.”

I tried to hide my smile. Luckily, Allie had her gaze glued to the screen.

The twins were moaning louder and louder. It was clear their climaxes approached. They were both squirming, their big boobs rubbing into the other’s belly. They moaned and gasped. Then they bucked.

Their orgasms moaned through the cheap speakers, almost screeching into shrilling feedback. The pair were in heaven. They licked up all that yummy pussy juices. I could say, after the last five days of fucking, that my sisters all had yummy pussies.

Not surprising since Mom’s was just divine.

Tara slid off of Sara. The pair turned around. They planted hungry kisses on the other. They loved each other like Allie and I did. I smiled at the twincest love on display. Their secret romance exposed to our eyes.

“They’re so cute together,” Allie said. “Just like me and you.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. I wanted to share my relationship with Allie to the world, but there were more and more people I could tell about it. Allie’s naughty friend, Kathy Greene, was in the lesbian club as were my friend Briana, Dean Washington, and a few other professors I didn’t know that well.

They all accepted Tara, Sara, and me having sex. Allie would be a cinch. Kathy would want threesomes with us, and then we could seduce Kathy’s mother, my professor Mrs. Greene, into our fun, too. She just had a baby and her breast milk tasted amazing.

“Dinner!” Mom called from below. “Come on, girls, get down here and eat it. Then you can get back to your studying.”

“Oh, we’re going to be studying all right!” Allie said, watching as Tara and Sara scrambled to get dress. “Mmm, studying twincest tonight!”

I giggled.

She wiggled off my cock and scampered off my bed, not bothering to do more than shove down her skirt and adjust her tank top. I grabbed my discarded panties and pulled them on while Allie pressed her ear to the door. Then she burst out into the hall.

“Oh, hey, how’s studying going?” Allie asked.

“Fine, fine,” one of the twins said. I couldn’t tell them apart by voice.

“Cool, cool, what are you studying? Biology?”

“History,” the other twin, or maybe the same one, answered smoothly.

“Oh, yeah, what? Women’s liberation? Studying how we got free to vote and own property and have jobs and be lesbians.”

“Lesbians?” One of the twins asked. “You’re weird, Allie. You know that?”

“Sure, sure, I’m weird,” said Allie. “I mean, you and Tara are always in your room. Alone. Studying all manner of things. Why, I bet it’s positively cozy when you two are feverishly studying. Just working each other into a lather as you memorize this or that. Poke around. Probe. Get into the subject matter real deep.” Allie sniffed. “What’s that smell?”

Then she darted away, giggling.

I shook my head and stepped out. The twins both had smirks on their faces. “She’s not subtle,” Tara said while Sara added, “Why didn’t she just accuse us of being dykes?”

“She wants you squirming all through supper,” I said as I strolled past them. “She wants you afraid that she’ll tell mom about what you two are doing in there.”

“What a brat,” one of the twins said.

The other grunted in agreement then added, “I’m not sure I want to play with her.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I said. “She’s got a pussy full of my cum. I know you’re both dying to taste it out of her tight twat.”

“Yes,” they groaned together.

Allie was helping mom set the table, something suspicious. “I kept hearing these weird noises while I was studying,” Allie said. “I don’t know what they were. Like the house was settling or something. It came from the twins’ room.”

“Oh,” Mom said. “I’m sure it was just nothing. This house isn’t young. Bound to hear funny sounds.”

“True,” Allie said, looking up. “Tara and Sara, did you two hear any weird groaning coming from your bedroom just a few minutes ago?”

“Just the normal sounds,” one of the twins said.

“Yep. Nothing unusual I heard.”

“See,” Mom said brightly, setting down a creamy mushroom and chicken casserole in the center of the table. “Go get the green beans, Allie.”

“Sure!” Allie said and gave the twins piercing looks. Then she darted off.

I set down to Mom’s right, who was at the head of the table, with Tara on my left. Sara sat across from her twin and Allie came back with the green beans and took the open seat across from me. She had this big grin on her face.

“I bet the twins wished it was tuna casserole,” said Allie as she spooned green beans onto her plate. They’d been cooked with bits of bacon for more flavor. “They just love fish, right? Especially fish tacos.”

“Oh, absolutely,” said Tara. She glanced over at Sara. “You know, Sara makes the best fish tacos I’ve ever had. Just knows how to spice them up.”

“Mmm, but Tara’s are pretty good,” Sara added as she scooped up the casserole on her plate.

“Oh, you should make them tomorrow for dinner,” said Mom. “I’d love to try them. We won’t have Jenny, so we can have a casual night.”

“Yeah, do that,” Allie said. “Show mom just how you like to each other’s fish tacos.”

“I don’t see why you’re saying that like it’s weird,” said Sara. She gave Allie a fixed look. “They’re just tacos.”

“Delicious tacos,” Tara groaned.

Allie’s vexation flashed across her face. This was not going the way she wanted. She shifted in her chair, giving Tara and Sara studious looks in turn. My sister’s blue eyes narrowed. I wondered what was going through them. Was she trying to figure out if the twins were missing her signs, or if they were playing along with her and acting like what she said was perfectly innocent?

Allie spooned up her casserole and stirred it around. I could almost hear the little hamster in her mind running fast on the wheel, her thoughts practically squeaking as she toyed with her food. Then she took a big mouthful.

“That’s a strange perfume you have on, Sara,” Allie said, glancing at our older sister beside her. Allie leaned in and inhaled. “What is that, Ode de Tara?”

“I’m not wearing any perfume,” she said.

“Then what is that musk?” Allie glanced at Mom. “You smell it.”

Mom inhaled. “I smell the casserole.”

“It’s really good,” Tara said and took a large bite.

Allie sighed then she shifted, “They’re studying history up in their rooms.”

“Yep, history of lesbians,” Tara said without missing a beat.

“Have to do a lot of research,” Sara said, not even smiling. “It’s for our class. We’re in an LGBT module.”

“It’s been quite fascinating. The things we’re learning. Just delving deep into the material. We were having a heavy study sesh when you called us down for dinner.”

“Yeah, we could have just kept going at it.” Sara smiled. “I’m eager to get back to it. I got that itch.”

Tara nodded. “You know that itch, right, Allie?”

Allie glared at them both. “This isn’t funny.”

“Why would lesbians be funny?” asked Tara.

“You’re not homophobic, are you?” Sara asked. “I know Reverend August is, but I didn’t think you are.”

Flashes of Reverend Helen August danced through my mind. I had masturbated to her and mom with my cock on Sunday. It had been while I was cumming thinking about them that Allie had burst in on me and capitalized our relationship.

“I’m not homophobic,” Allie said. “But Mom is. She doesn’t like lesbians. She agrees that it’s wrong. I don’t think she would like what you two are studying.”

“Oh, they can study lesbian history,” Mom said. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold, Allie.”

Allie let out a frustrated screech.

Mom wince. “Now, really, Allie, it’s not that bad.”

“They’re having sex!” Allie said, pointing at Tara and Sara. “They’re having sex all the time. They eat each other’s pussies. They were just doing it.”

If she expected the twins to panic at that, Allie was in for a shock because they just each took a bite of their casserole. Sara let out a groan of delight and squirmed beside me like she thought she’d eaten the best thing in the world.

“No, really, Allie,” Mom said, standing up and moving behind her. “Why would you think they were having sex just now?”

“She put software to spy on us through our laptops,” Tara said and turned to Mom. “I don’t see what the big deal is since she’s having sex with you and Jenny. You’d think she’d understand.”

Allie’s jaw dropped.

Mom leaned down and kissed Tara right on the lips, slipping in plenty of tongue.

Allie’s eyes bulged.

I leaned over to Sara and kissed her on the lips, thrusting my tongue into my older sister’s mouth.

Allie let out a strangled groan.

Mom and I kissed our respective twin, tongues dueling. I stroked Sara’s thigh beneath the table. She cupped my breast through my top, squeezing my round mound.

“What the hell is going on?” Allie demanded.

I broke the kiss and smiled at Allie. “Why, family dinner. Now, would you like to lick a creampie out of Sara’s pussy or not.”

“Of course I would!” Allie said. Then her eyes widened. “You knew, Jenny! You knew they were having sex! You set me up!”

“You were trying to set us up,” Tara said.

“I found out at school today,” I said. “The twins knew you put spyware on their computer and they’ve been so frustrated for days thinking you were going to bust them. They haven’t been able to have sex in their bedroom like they love. So they need some extra loving.”

“Mmm, they do,” Mom purred. I had called Mom today and let her know all about our planned fun for dinner.

“I… You… This…” Allie stamped her foot. “You were all messing with me.”

“Yep,” I said as I stood up and pulled Sara with me. I grinned at my older sister, my futa-cock eager to make love to her again. “You can be a brat, Allie. I love you—I really, really do—but you deserved some teasing back, don’t you? I mean, you did put spyware on their computers.”

“So I could confirm they were in the throes of twincest, tease them to distraction, then offer to join the fun. Then the three of us were going to seduce you and then we were going to go for Mom as a team. I didn’t expect you to become a futa or… or…” Her words trailed off. “Oh.”

“Yeah, kind of a brat.” I smiled at her. “But that’s why we’re going to go to the living room, have sex, and you’ll have to watch. Then you get to join the fun. How does that sound?”

“Amazing!” Allie jumped up and down, her pigtails dancing. Then she spun around and threw her arms in the air. “The entire family. All five of the Riter girls getting it on! Oh, this will be so hot! Kathy Greene will eat her heart out if I could tell her.”

“She’s in the secret lesbian club at our college,” said Sara casually as she led me to the living room. “She’s eaten mine and Tara’s pussies loads of time. Even both of ours together.”

“WHAT?”

I giggled at Allie’s echoing screech. This was a lot of fun. Allie needed to be teased from time to time or her brattiness would grow so large, it would swallow the whole world in her mischievousness. And she was so cute when she was frustrated, too. I wanted to just rain kisses all over her.

In the living room, things progressed. The twins ripped off the sweatpants and t-shirts to reveal their naked bodies. Mom had her sweatpants and top off, too. She was equally naked beneath. Was I the only one in the family wearing panties?

Mom and Tara were making out with hunger, my sister pinned beneath Mom on the couch, by the time I was down to bra and underwear. Sara was on the floor, her legs spread wide, her pierced clit gleaming. She tugged on it, watching me.

“Hurry up!” she moaned. “I want that cock in me. Once wasn’t enough. I need you pounding me, Jenny.”

“Yes!” Allie hissed. My sister came up behind me and yanked down my panties.

I gasped as my cock popped out. My clit-dick bobbed before me. It twitched and throbbed with my wild heartbeats. The spasms rippled up my cock. I groaned, pussy juices trickling down my thighs. I unhooked my bra while Allie pushed on me from behind.

“Get in her pussy so I can lick her clean!” Allie moaned. “Right now, Jenny!”

“How do you put up with her?” Sara asked as I peeled off my bra, baring my round tits.

“When you love someone, you put up with all their brattiness.” Then I giggled. “And, honestly, she is so wild in bed. She is a minx. You’re going to love her enthusiasm channeled into appropriate places.”

Mom moaned her agreement.

She broke the kiss with Tara and kissed my sister’s neck to her boobs. Mom pressed her face between them, rubbing those lush mounds into her face. Tara groaned, her blonde hair fanned over the couch’s armrest.

“Mom!” she groaned. “Ooh, you’re a boob girl, huh, Mom?”

“They’re just so sexy. I love all my daughters’ boobs.”

Smooch.

“Mmm, and these are just such lush and delicious ones.”

Smooch.

As mom kissed all over Tara’s tits, I was pressing my cock into Sara’s pussy. I brushed her clit piercing, making her gasp, then I slid down to the entrance to her juicy twat. My older sister grinned at me, her eyes wide and bright.

I leaned down and I kissed her on the mouth. I thrust my tongue past her lips. Mine dueled around with hers while my cock slammed into her pussy. I groaned into the kiss as my clit-dick penetrated to the hilt in my sister’s snatch.

She squeezed around me. She held me tight and squirmed on the floor. Her fingernails scratched along my back. They slid down to my rump. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her digits dug into my plump ass and pulled me into her snatch.

I loved it.

I kissed her with hunger and pumped away at her twat. I thrust with hard strokes. I rammed into her, churning her up. It was so exciting to do. I reveled in it. I loved every moment of penetrating her cunt and stirring up her snatch. She kissed me with hunger. Her tongue danced and played with mine.

“That’s so hot,” Allie moaned. I felt her breath washing over my cock as it pulled out of Sara’s pussy. “Just watching you pump away at her cunt. Are you going to knock her up?”

“Maybe,” I groaned, no longer afraid of that prospect. “After all, Mom might be a mommy again.”

“Yes!” Mom groaned. She was kissing down to Tara’s pussy now.

“That would be so hot,” Allie purred. “Just like watching your cock plunge into Sara’s pussy.”

I thrust into Sara, my round breasts pressing into hers. She groaned, her blue eyes sparkling. I rubbed my nose against hers, loving the sounds she made as my cock rammed into her pussy over and over again.

Then I gasped as Allie’s lips nuzzled in to lick to my cock as it pulled out. She lapped up Sara’s juices. She was supposed to just be watching, but she felt so good on me, I couldn’t tell her no. I rammed forward. Her tongue slid through my pussy folds, teasing me.

Sara gasped, her pussy clenching around me. I shuddered, loving the feel of her around me. I pumped away at her, thrusting with all my enthusiasm into her snatch. My sister’s tongue licked at my cunt and cock. She smacked her lips in between her teasing flutters.

“Mmm, you two taste so good,” Allie groaned.

“She feels amazing in me!” panted Sara, her snatch squeezing on me.

“You should cum on her dick!”

“Yes!” Tara moaned. It might have been in answer to Allie, or It could have been because Mom devoured her. Tara thrashed on the couch, getting feasted on by Mom.

It was hot to watch with my cock driving into one sister’s twat while the other licked at my futa-dick and cunt. My ovaries brimmed with the load of cum that I would fire into Sara’s pussy. I would make her explode.

Her snatch squeezed around me. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my cunt. Allie’s tongue fluttered through my folds as I thrust back into Sara. Another exciting bit of stimulation that was driving me to the edge.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom!” gasped Tara. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe how good you are at eating pussy! You’re amazing! Sara, you have to feel Mom eating you out!”

“Are you cumming on our mother?” asked Sara, her snatch clenching around my futa-dick.

“You better fucking believe I am! “Tara howled. “Mom! Mom! Drink down all that cream gushing out of me! Oh, fuck, isn’t that just the best fucking pussy you’ve eaten?”

“Mmm, I can’t choose between my daughters, now can I?” Mom moaned between licks.

“Besides, she hasn’t tried mine yet!” gasped Sara as I drove into hers.

“We taste the same!” gasped Tara. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom! You rock!”

“Do they taste the same, Jenny?” Allie moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped, driving hard into Sara. “Just both so delicious. But not as good as yours. Yours is the best pussy, Allie.”

“I love you so much!” Allie fluttered her tongue against my pussy lips. She drove her tongue into my cunt and swirled it around. I groaned, my twat squeezing around her. Then I was drawing back and her lips kissed down my cock.

I slammed back into Sara, and my older sister gasped. Her hands shot up and squeezed my tits while her pussy clenched around my girl-cock. The friction increased. Sara’s green eyes squeezed shut. Then her cunt went wild about my dick.

I groaned at the feel of her cumming on my cock. Her pussy juices gushed out around my girl-cock. Allie squealed in delight, no doubt getting a face full of our older sister’s cunt cream. I slammed back into that wonderful pussy and joined her.

“Jenny!” Sara gasped as I pumped into her.

“Yes, yes, Sara!” I moaned, my futa-cum firing from my girl-cock and my pussy juices squirting from my spasming twat.

Allie rubbed her face into my pussy, licking and lapping and devouring the cream flooding out of me. Her tongue fluttered through me, adding waves of delight that washed through my orgasming body. I shuddered and moaned, Sara squeezing my round breasts.

My older sister’s big boobs heaved as she came on my cock. Her climaxing pussy writhed and spasmed. Her hungry flesh sucked at my dick. She worked out all the cum in my ovaries. I groaned as I fired that final blast into her, whimpering and moaning.

“So much cum,” panted Sara. “Ooh, so much jizz is in me.”

“Yes!” Allie hissed. She fluttered her tongue through my pussy and then panted, “Out of the way, Jenny. I have cunt to eat!”

“Rude,” I panted. “You can at least ask nicely, Allie.”

“Sorry! I’m just so excited! The twins are finally playing with us, and I just want to lick all of your cum out of Sara’s pussy, so will you pretty, pretty please move so I can devour her and feast on her and enjoy every bit of her!”

Allie fell into breathless pants as I graciously slid my futa-cock out of our older sister’s twat. I slipped to the side and Allie rolled over onto her knees. Still gasping for breath, she buried her face into Sara’s shaved twat and licked.

Sara groaned in delight.

Tara purred, drawing my attention. She had turned over to kneel on the couch. Mom had moved before her, settling down on the armrest and looked prepared to be eaten to a mind-numbing orgasm by her daughter. Mom’s hands seized Tara’s blonde hair, pulling my sister’s head lower and lower.

“That’s it,” cooed Mom. “Mmm, just lick and lap at my pussy. That’s where you came from.”

“Mmm, and it looks yummy, Mom!” Tara pressed her head into our mother’s cunt and started licking. Mom’s back arched. Her boobs heaved. She trembled there, looking like she was in heaven. I smiled, knowing the feeling.

I moved onto the couch behind them. Mom smiled at me then nodded to Tara’s curving rump. I grinned and winked at my Mommy-slave. With my cock dripping in Sara’s pussy cream, I boldly brought it to Tara’s butt-crack.

I slid in, savoring the silky texture. Tara didn’t even lift her head as she moaned, “Do it, Jenny!”

“Ooh, anal’s hot!” groaned Sara as she shuddered on the floor, a recipient of one of Allie’s amazing pussy-eating jobs.

I found Tara’s asshole. I shuddered at the incestuous thrill rippling through me. Then I pressed forward, staring into Mom’s blue eyes. They sparkled with her own illicit delight, shuddering as Tara devoured her.

My older sister’s anal ring parted with surprising ease. She was no virgin back here. She did groan as my cock stretched her out. I popped into her bowels and, lubed by her twin’s cream. I panted, savoring every inch that I slid into her.

More and more of my cock vanished into Tara’s wonderful asshole. Her bowels devoured my clit-dick. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. My boobs jiggled in delight. They swayed together as I bottomed out in my sister’s asshole.

“Ooh, fuck her hard,” Mom moaned, her large tits jiggling. “She’s got her tongue so deep in me. It’s such a delight.”

“I bet it is,” I moaned, my hands sliding up and down Tara’s sides as I let her bowels stretch around my girth. She might have taken dildos and vibrators back here, but I had a big cock. “Make her cum, Tara. She birthed us.”

“Yes, she did!” purred Tara.

“Nine months in my womb,” Mom said, this dreamy look crossing her face. Then she gasped. “Tara! You wicked slut! Mmm, I love what you’re doing to my pussy with your tongue.”

Smiling, I gripped Tara’s hips and drew back. My cock slid through her bowels. That velvety delight of my sister’s asshole massaged my cock. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my pussy. My cunt clenched, the heat boiling through them and reaching for my ovaries full of all that cum.

I slammed back into her bowels. I buried into her hard. Fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. My crotch smacked into her rump. The echoes jiggled through the bedroom. My breasts bounced and heaved with every thrust.

My hands roamed Tara’s body. I found her jiggling boobs. I squeezed them, gripping them tight as I sodomized her hard. My sister’s bowels clenched on my cock on every withdrawal, sending rapture blazing through my pussy.

“Yes!” I moaned, slamming back into her.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Mom moaned, her blue eye smoky. “That’s how you eat your Mommy’s pussy. Yes, yes, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it!” I hissed. “You can cum all you want!”

“Thank you!” My Mommy-slave shuddered. Then she gasped and bucked.

Tara groaned, clearly enjoying the mouthful of pussy cream she got to lick up. And I savored the delight of fucking her asshole hard and fast. I buried into her, watching Mom’s tits heave. Her head tossed back and forth, her mane of golden hair sweeping behind her.

She groaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around us. It was such a delicious thing to hear and witness. I slammed to the hilt in Tara. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. The pleasure built at the tip, wanting to explode out of me.

I squeezed up my sister’s tits as she feasted on Mom, sending another climax bursting through her—she went multi-orgasmic with ease. I found my sister’s nipples. I twisted them. Tugged on them. She squealed into Mom’s pussy.

“Jenny!”

Her bowels writhed around my cock.

“Oh, Jenny, yes!” hissed my older sister, her bowels spasming and writhing around my cock.

I gasped and buried into her sucking asshole. My back arched. My pussy clenched. Then I joined my sister in incestuous heaven. I fired out my jizz. The cum spurted over and over into her bowels. I gasped and groaned, pumping my delight into her asshole. Stars burst across my vision. Great big bursts of bliss that had my mind reeling.

Tara moaned. Mom groaned. Sara gasped. She, too, was cumming. Everyone but Allie was, and she was happily feasting on Sara’s twat. I shuddered, my pumping my futa-cum into Tara’s writhing asshole. She worked out all my spunk. I hit the pinnacle of rapture.

Panted.

“Ooh, you know how to fuck a girl in the ass,” panted Tara.

“Yes, yes,” Allie groaned. “Tara, I got to lick your butthole clean now. Get over here.”

“How can I say no to that?” asked Tara as I pulled out of her asshole.

“You can’t,” I told her, watching my older sister crawl off the couch and rush over to Allie.

“I’m going to eat your cunt, cutie,” Sara said, sitting up, and grabbing Allie’s waist. She tickled our little sister’s sides. Allie’s strawberry-blonde pigtails danced as she burst into giggles, her sticky face turning red.

“And you, slut, you’re going to suck my cock clean,” I said to my Mommy-slave.

“Yes, Mistress,” Mom cooed.

I stepped off the couch, and she sank down before me, big tits swayed. She opened wide and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth. I groaned as she bobbed her head with hunger. She polished my pole, sucking on it with such delight. Her blue eyes shone up at me with such joy.

She was the happiest serving. Pity she and Dad never figured out just how submissive she was when he was alive. Well, I would take care of her in his place. I stroked my hand through her hair and savored her sucking on my dick.

She bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down it. Her head twisted. She swirled her tongue. I groaned, loving how hungry she was. She sucked and slurped and loved my futa-dick. I smiled, my pussy clenching.

Allie knelt behind Tara and feasted on her cum-filled asshole while Sara nuzzled into our little sister’s twat and licked at her. She smiled, finding the cum I’d left in Allie earlier. I savored this moment, my pumping hips driving my cock to the depths of Mom’s throat.

She swallowed my dick with submissive ease.

I loved the way my cock slid down her gullet. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. My pussy clenched. She sucked with such hunger on me. Her fingers grabbed my rump. She held me tight. Her fingers dug into my ass while her lips nuzzled all the way into my blonde bush.

“Just like that, Mommy-slave,” I cooed.

I fucked her throat hard as my sisters moaned beside us. Mom’s hungry mouth and tight throat polished my futa-dick clean of Tara’s bowels. Mom’s tongue danced around my shaft as I buried down her gullet over and over.

She sucked. Slurped. Drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth. She stared up at me with motherly submission.

“Yes!” I moaned, pumping away at her. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom! Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Mmm, just keep sucking on my cock. That’s wonderful. Oh, you’re giving me all that pleasure I want. Ooh, look at you go.”

She danced her tongue around my dick. She polished it with her hunger. I drove my futa-shaft down her throat over and over. Her nose nuzzled into my blonde bush on every downstroke. The pleasure hit that wild pinnacle in me.

On my next thrust, I erupted down her throat.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs while my cum fired straight into her belly. My sisters moaned in delight while I enjoyed our mother. I swayed, stars bursting before me. I held Mom’s head tight, my body bucking. Tits heaving.

I savored this incestuous rush. Our entire family was able to love each other. It was incredible. We were so fortunate to be so close. My head tossed back and forth. My cock spurted a final time. I hit that pinnacle of heaven.

“Yes!” I moaned.

Mom stared up at me with love.

I pulled out of her and grinned, eager to join the fun. Mom, my three sisters, and I all descended on each other into a wild tangle of incestuous passion. We loved each other the way only a family with a futa could.

Sadly, it had to end.

“Okay, it’s a school night,” Mom announced, cutting short our family orgy. We were all sticky and panting and happy. “Now, don’t pout at me, Allie, you’ll have plenty of time to have sex with your sisters and me.”

“The rest of your life,” I said, grinning at her.

“Yes, but now you have homework. I know you didn’t get any studying done at the Asis’s. I spoke to Mrs. Asis before you came down for dinner, so I know just what you four were up to.” Mom’s eyes sparkled. “And she’ll be coming over on Saturday for afternoon tea, so we’ll have plenty of fun. But only if you get your homework done.”

“Right!” Allie gasped and darted upstairs.

“Holy shit, Mom got Allie to do homework,” Tara said. She hooked Sara’s arm. “Amazing.”

Sara nodded in agreement. “Incest has really changed that girl. Mellowed her.”

“That’s just being in love,” said Mom, smiling at me. “Now, I know I’m your Mommy-slave, but you have to do your homework, too, Jenny. I’m putting my foot down. If you want to spank me for this, it’ll have to wait.”

Tara and Sara both stared at me with looks of awe.

I winked at them.

I headed upstairs to do my homework. Wendy texted me more than a few times, eager for the date we were going on. So was I. Tomorrow would be dinner, a movie, and then back to her place for another movie. Her parents weren’t home, and I was going to give her quite a wild night. I had such a huge surprise for her.

If my plan worked, my girlfriend would finally admit she was gay and be happy with that. I wanted to set her up with Victoria. I think they would be cute together. And, of course, I would be there to have kinky threesomes with them whenever they wanted.

I was looking forward to tomorrow.

Allie joined me for bed, and she fell asleep with a pussy full of my cum and my hand resting on her belly wondering if our daughter had already started growing in her. I’d done some research on futas. And we could have children. Either futas or daughters. Apparently, we had like a Z chromosome.

An X and a Z and you got a naughty girl like me!

To be continued…

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This is the third chapter of the same story. I recomend that you read the first two stories if you already haven’t. I think this will be my last story, thanks to the kind and contructive comments.

I’m having a nice productive day at work. Numbers and facts are just so black & white and I find it calming. I turn in my chair and pull a report from my messenger bag, before I set it on my desk I notice a tissue drifting to the floor. Picking it up I quickly notice a lipstick kiss from Kendra with a little note “Can’t wait ’till you get off work” I then easily breathe in the scent of my favorite perfume, hers.

My mind drifts and now all of my reports are an irritant as I sigh heavily. I muster as much fortitude as possible although my typical 10 hour day isn’t over just yet. Giving in, I start to pack up my laptop and a few current projects and lock my office.

Smiling at my assistant, “Hey Jenny, I’m going to finish the rest of my day at home, let me know if you need anything…okay?”

“Are you feeling okay?” Jenny worries.

“Yeah, I just need a report that I forgot at home.” I say as I try to sound sincere.

“Okay…don’t work too hard, see you tomorrow!” The young girl bubbles out.

I drive home although get stuck on the freeway with rush hour traffic. I curse under my breath and mumble “What the hell?” not being familiar with rush hour. Finally getting home I pull into the 2 car garage and eagerly enter the house dropping my belongings outside of the laundry room.

I giggle when I hear a faint “Shit, shit, shit” from Kendra as I make my way through the house following a path of rose petals.
Even though I am eager, I slow my pace…since she was not prepared for me to come home this early. I pass through the kitchen and see a note with a freshly lit candle.
“I need you, I want you, I am waiting…”

Still following the rose petals I enter the bedroom to find a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on the bed. I kick off my heels and enter the master bath to find Kendra in the large claw foot bath tub. The sight is simply captivating; Kendra’s tan shoulders contrast against the milky water filled with herbal salts and red rose petals floating on the surface. I smile as I let a sigh of content escape my lips. I truly feel that I will never get tired of her innocents and simple beauty.

Kendra tries to give me a seductive smile but ends up laughing, “You asshole, you’re never home early!”

“I’m sorry, after I found your note this afternoon, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” I say as I lean over the tub and kiss Kendra’s full pouty lips, although pull away when she grazes my lips with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes remained closed for a moment and she whimpers slightly.

Suddenly she grabs my wrist that is supporting my weight and pulls me into the tub. With a large splash, water over flows on to the floor. Laughing together, I adjust myself on top of her as she tries to help remove my wet clothes that are now clinging to me. Kissing is a pure art with her; anyone would get lost with her captivating lips and tongue with one taste. She can make my usual stubborn side weak with need within moments. I am pleased to know that I am having a similar effect on her when we don’t even break for air. With our lips never being far, we gasp and breathe into each other’s mouth with pure need and moaning at our unique intimacy. We can’t share enough, if it is taste, breath or wet heat…we can’t be satisfied. Kendra gets frustrated with the buttons on my blouse and moves her attention to the zipper on my skirt. She soon loses patients there as well and resorts to raising the fabric up my waist.

Needing to feel her skin, I run my hand from her hip to the back of her knee. Raising her leg, I hook her foot on the outside of the tub. Even though the water is warm Kendra shivers when I run my blunt finger nails up her thigh, close to but don’t touch her pussy. Even though at first I try to resist my hand inevitably moves like a magnet to her hairless mound and my finger easily slides through her folds and we moan together. Feeling the slickness proves how turned on she is and that only excites me more.

She rolls her head back on the edge of the tub and I graciously start kissing, sucking and nipping at her tender skin. Kendra moans deeply when I run my teeth along her neck and latch on to her skin but pull away before I mark her perfect skin.

“No, don’t stop!” She begs.

I growl with desire because she has never wanted me to give her any noticeable love bites. Tasting her skin is overpowering and I move two fingers towards her entrance although wait for her to pout in frustration. I lick my way back to her earlobe and bite gently. She pushes her damp skin closer to my lips wanting more and I moan at her need.
Knowing neither one of wants to wait any longer I try to prolong this evening by teasing my fingers through her slick swollen tendrils although can’t wait anymore and thrust both fingers into her hungry pussy. Kendra lets out a loud cry of surprise and pleasure. She was whimpering with every little movement, I watch her chest rise and fall with each faltered breath. I think briefly that I am the luckiest woman and wish others could witness this beautiful woman below me although know that I want only her and need her to want no other. I grin knowing that I selfishly have her to myself and won’t give her up for anything in the world. Soon her panting and moans turn to groans and into an animal like growl when my thrusting motion gets faster. Moving slow is no longer an option for either one of us. Gently rubbing her clit with my thumb is replaced with a slamming motion and I curl my fingers slightly to graze her sweet spot.

I pant heavily with desire and my eyes move quickly, trying to capture every feature at the same time. Kendra’s eyebrows rose with every thrust of my hand. She tries to look into my eyes but her eyes flutter shut in between moans and whimpers. Her mouth is open as she tries to gasp for breath but she can’t make up her mind if she wants to smile or bite her lip.

I get more and more turned on knowing that she is closing in on her powerful climax. With my right hand on the back of the tub I support myself and bring my knee behind my left hand and start rocking her whole body with a noticeable force. Water splashes over repeatedly and adds another element that makes me want to go faster and harder.

Kendra suddenly moves her hands to the edge of the tub holding on with white knuckles. She tries to talk although can only mutter out “Okay……okay…okay…ooo..kaaaayyyy!”. Each one said faster and higher pitched than the one before. Her eyes slam shut as she pushes her head against the tub and arches her back before every muscle in her body stiffens then jerks with unpredictable spasms. I start to slow my pace and kiss her gently. I smile when I notice her jaw is still quivering between ragged breaths that wash over my face.

“Thank you” She whispers as she slowly opens her eyes.

“I love you” I whisper back as I kiss her forehead.

“Mmmm…. I love you too, sweetheart”……”But I’m going to test that theory in two minutes.”

“Ahh, I was wondering what all of the flowers and sweet notes were all about” I chuckle as I crawl off of her and get out of the tub.
I strip off my wet clothes and throw down a few towels to soak up the mess that I made before getting back in the tub. Resting my back against the opposite end of the tub, I reach behind my head and fumble for the handle to add more hot water to the oversized tub. Reaching into the water I grab Kendra’s leg and massage her calf muscle. “So, what’s up?”

“Well….” Kendra sighs. “I decided to tell my parents about you, I mean us and was hoping you would go with me for support?”

“Absolutely, but are you sure. I might punch them if they’re not nice to you” I joke but then quickly regret making light of the situation when I see only a small tight smile on her face. “Not a problem, babe. I will be there for you.”

“I would appreciate it, I’m afraid I might chicken out if you’re not there.” She says with noticeable stress in her voice. “I sent my mom a text. (sigh) I thought we could meet for coffee before you go in to the office in the morning…what do you think?”

“Sure, whatever you need.” I try to reassure her, raising her foot I gently kiss her toes. “Then as soon as I get off of work, we’ll go into the city and celebrate your birthday!”

I try to change the tone of things and lift her spirits. No matter how hard I tried there was still a heavy tension with her the rest of the night.

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Morning comes and I try to calm Kendra’s nerves. Her hands were shaking slightly and I could feel her heart pounding whenever I would give her a hug.

Pulling into the parking lot and putting the car in park, I look over and smile at Kendra. My arm is on the headrest and I caress her fresh love bite on her neck and lean over to kiss her. She only pulls away with a tight smile. Looking me briefly in the eye, she sighs heavily,

“What’s the worst thing they can do?” “Just hate me the rest of their lives, right?”

“Oh sweetie, I am sure everything will be just fine.” I try to encourage her although she only rolls her eyes and turns to get out of the car.

As we walk into the coffee shop I quickly notice John Stevenson, the gentleman that sat in my office a few weeks earlier. We negotiated details between our companies and he was none the wiser that I had been sleeping with his step daughter. Sitting next to him was a striking woman, besides the short silver hair was a perfect older version of Kendra. She stands to give Kendra a light hug and kiss on the cheek, Kendra replies with a short “Good morning, Mom….Father.” John doesn’t stand and only narrows his eyes when he recognizes me although doesn’t say anything. Sitting down across from them, nothing is said for a moment until John sternly waves off the waitress when she tries to hand us menus.

“This is…um…my girlfriend, Madison. This is my mom, Vivian and my step father….John.” Kendra stumbles out with a noticeable fear.

“It’s nice to meet you dear.” Her mom says warmly while extending her hand to me.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Stevenson. I’ve heard so much about you.” I lie.

Vivian replying, “We always enjoy meeting any of Kendra’s friends”.

“No Mom, this is my girlfriend. Remember when you asked if I was seeing any one?”

Vivian’s face drops; John calmly pushes his chair back and sets down his napkin that was balled in his fist. “Good day” were the only words he spoke before leaving to walk outside. Through clenched teeth Vivian leans forward,

“Congratulations, you’ve upset your father in record time, Kendra” grabbing her expensive purse she turns and leaves without saying another word.

Kendra drops her head into her hands and sighs, “Well that went better than I thought.”

“I think they like me, but it might be too soon to start calling them Mom and Dad, huh?” I try to joke.

“Fuck it, he never liked me anyways and she always took his side over mine.” She says nervously “Cheer me up, Maddie! Tell me again what we’re doing tonight for my birthday.”

“Well….” I draw out and smile. “You….old lady…..”

“Hey chica, you’re still two years older than me!” she chuckles.

I thought she was overly paranoid earlier this morning but she actually knew exactly how it was going to go. I continue while noticing that Kendra is starting to relax and lightens up a bit.

“We are going to meet up with Tracy and Tammy, the infamous T-N-T around five and we’ll all take my car into the city. If that is okay with you?”
She laughs and nods for me to continue. “We have reservations at that fancy French place that you read about.” She smiles. “Then we are going to take a cab to Club X and get giggity wit it!”

“You’re such a dork!” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“And I got us a room that overlooks old downtown.” I lean and whisper against her shoulder. “Then I am going to devour your body into the wee hours of the morning” biting at her skin sending goose bumps down her arm.

“Oh god,” She moans lightly while staring blankly at the table.

“But until then, you better keep your hand out of your panties. That is my job.” I say before dragging my teeth against her bare shoulder and draw small circles with my finger at the base of her neck. She whimpers slightly at my touch.

“Let’s get going, you can drop me off at my office. Do you mind, getting the rest of our stuff ready today?” I ask.

“Not at all”, she smiles.

We continue talking as we make our way back to the car and Kendra hops in the driver seat. As we make our way down a few side streets we continue to finalize our plans for our long weekend and I lightly run my fingers up and down the top of her thigh.

“I think I am going to take the bottom drawer of your dresser and dump all of our toys into a suitcase!” She teases me.

“Please do!” I reply as I lean over and run my hand under her summer dress. On the inside of her thigh, teasing the tips of my fingers closer to her pussy. Once she pulls into the parking lot she slides a little lower in the seat and widens her legs as much as possible. I move my thumb to press against her tendon at the apex of her legs and immediately notice that she’s not wearing any panties. My eyes widen and then cup her whole mound and squeeze firmly.

“What do we have here, naughty girl?!” I husk out as I lean over to kiss her neck.

As she rolls her neck, she mewls softly before trying to talk.

“I wanted to remind myself of the new me (I squeeze my palm disrupting her normal thought pattern)…th…this morning and…..also give you s…something to think about. I wanted to make sure you had proper moti…vation to avoid any late meetings or (my middle finger slides through her moist heat)….mmmm…conference calls.”

“You don’t have any problem there” I husk out as I curl my middle finger and continue to caress her wet labia.

Suddenly we both jump when someone raps their knuckles on the hood of the car. I turn quickly and remove my hand, flipping down Kendra’s dress.

“Kiss her already and get to work, you’re not on vacation yet!” My boss Bill laughs out. “Morning, Kendra!” he continues with a smile.

“Morning, Bill!” Kendra replies as she turns 7 shades of red.

I give her a quick kiss as I giggle against her lips. “I’ll see you at 4:30, okay?! Love ya!” As I get out of the car. I quickly catch up with Bill and wave bye to Kendra.

I start my work day by organizing my daily agenda and in concentration, I flip through a few reports and put my pen sideways in my mouth to free my hands. Although inevitably I smell Kendra’s femininity on my middle finger and I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I have a smile of happiness knowing just moments earlier I was stroking her slit.

My eyes snap open when my phone buzzes and hear my assistant say “Mr. Stevenson is…..”

Right then my office door opens swiftly and is closed by an irritated John Stevenson. He takes a few long strides and stands before my desk and I stand to meet his posture. He raises one finger and points at me and through clenched teeth he growls

“You are going to drop this…this thing that you have with my daughter and tell her that you made a big mistake.”

“And if I don’t?” I say with complete confidence.

He smirks with equal confidence, “I will pull my company’s million dollar contract and not only for your division but for the whole East Coast. Then I will sue you for contract violation and that you were involved with un-ethical acts of research when you started dating my new VP’s Assistant.” He continues with even a little spittle coming out of his mouth. “You have until Monday; I expect to hear from you when I get back from my business trip.”

Without waiting for any retort, he turns and walks out of my office and I hear him politely apologize to Jenny for the unscheduled interruption and wish her a nice weekend. God, he is so damn arrogant, it makes me sick.

I fall to my chair with my mind racing, “He can’t do that can he, Kendra doesn’t work for him?!?” I ask myself. “Fuck!” I say out loud. If he has the proper attorneys, he could do almost anything that he sets his mind to. I feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes. How will Kendra take this, is she confident enough with her new orientation to endure this battle? If I lose my job would our new relationship be strong enough to withstand it?

I can’t think, I want to go talk to my boss but don’t know how he will take it. He has always been supportive, although when it comes down to it….business is business….”Damn it.” I swear under my breath. I try to think about all of the possibilities and what will be best for Kendra and me. I just don’t know if Kendra will truly put me before her father.

My day goes by painfully slow and can only come up with a half ass plan. 4:30 finally rolls around and I grab my messenger bag and my lap top. Inside I have a copy of the contract that will now be the focus any spare moment I can find even though I decide to wait until Sunday to tell Kendra. Hopefully I will be able to come up with a clause in the contract and an overall plan on how to handle this whole situation… but right now I don’t want to ruin Kendra’s birthday weekend.

I walk out to the parking lot and I see my vintage Mustang already parked in my reserved spot and Kendra has already moved over to the passenger seat. As I open the door I take a deep breath and try to put on my best fake smile. Turning to see Kendra’s smile genuinely makes my tight shoulders feel better….slightly. Leaning over for a kiss releases more stress… momentarily.

“Remember where we left off this morning?” as she slowly starts sliding her dress up.

I smile at her beauty and playfulness, “Slow down there tiger, don’t get me started just to leave me hanging! We got to go pick up the girls by 5.” I explain.

We drive right to Tracy’s place to pick up her and her girlfriend Tammy. We drive directly to the city which takes a little over 2 hours. The girls are well on their way to enjoying themselves since they have been passing a flask back and forth. Although since I was driving I mainly sulked in my frustration. Every once in a while would catch Tracy staring at me through the rear view mirror and she was even so bold to mouth the words “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and sigh in frustration because even though I was able to fool Kendra up to this point, Tracy wasn’t buying it!

We reach the hotel, unpack and still arrive via cab to our 8 o’clock dinner reservations. Waiting for our meal to arrive I order a round of dirty martinis. When Kendra excuses herself to the restroom, I reach over and steal Tracy’s drink and slam it in one gulp. I needed a little extra alcohol tonight but didn’t want to tip off Kendra that I was upset.

“So NOW are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Tracy asks.

“NOPE.” I say tightly and Tracy then knows by my tone to let it rest.

I have a couple more dirty martinis and slowly start to unwind. After dinner we all squeeze into a cab and head to a popular gay night club. As soon as we walk in they quickly usher us to a roped off VIP area after giving them my name.

Kendra smiles at me and leans over and whispers in my ear, more like yells over the loud thumping music “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t have!”

“I wanted to make it special, happy birthday, baby!” I return with a light kiss.

As they all get seated, I tell them that I am going to go to the restroom and will be right back. I try to work my way through the crowd and find the bathroom through sea of people and flashing lights. Suddenly a few people move out of my way and there stands John Stevenson. The only thing that is wider than my eyes is his. Before he can say anything a handsome young man in a tight muscle shirt crashes into him throwing his arms around him and yells in an overly dramatic voice, “Johnny, there you are big guy! You almost lost me!”

I smile from ear to ear knowing that ol’ Johnny here has a secret! I see in his eyes a pleading look. I signal with my eyes over to the VIP area, indicating where Kendra is sitting.

“Come on, let’s go!” He yells at the young man.

“Buuuttt….Johnny Be Good, we just got here!” the young stud whines.

I laugh out loud and continue to make my way to the bathroom. When I return to the roped off area I quickly decide to never tell Kendra about what I saw. That will be up to Johnny Be Good, I giggle at the thought of his pet name. Sitting down next to Kendra, running my hand along her thigh, I get her to look at me. I grab her neck and kiss her passionately as I force my tongue into her mouth. She yelps in surprise but quickly kisses me back with the same hunger.

“Mmmm, I got to get you drunk on dirty marties more often!” She replies.

“I’m not drunk, I just love you…happy birthday baby!” I smile.

I look over in Tracy’s direction, to only see a slight smile of relief on her face. My longtime friend knows that for whatever reason, everything is better now.

We continue to dance and party into the late night hours. Watching Kendra dance in her tight black dress has me worked up and I want to get back to the room as soon as possible. It was just too much because while she danced her dress even though it was mid-thigh has now drifted up and revealing more of her stunning thighs. When I caught a glimpse of the top of her garter belt, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her off the dance floor.

“We are going to take an early cab back to the hotel; we’ll see you gals in the morning!” I say loudly to Tracy and Tammy.

Back at the hotel, the elevator door dings and Kendra and I are alone. I lean against her and successfully pin her to the wall. Kissing my way across her chest, I take in the lingering scent of her perfume and she sighs at my touch.

“What does my birthday girl want tonight?” I husk out against her neck and end with a gentle bite to her earlobe.

“I’m yours; use me any way you want!” She whispers to my ear.

“Mmmmm, promise!” I groan to my sexy woman as I move my thigh between her legs and press against her core.

“I….I dare you” Kendra whimpers against my neck.

I release a deep throaty growl of desire only to be interrupted as I hear the elevator doors open. I turn around to be more presentable to the new passengers. Kendra and I see a husband standing with his mouth gaped open, frozen in place. Then the wife clears her throat loudly and elbows him in the ribs.

“We’ll take the next one, thanks” She hisses.

Alone again we look at each other and giggle. As the elevator travels the last two floors we are barely able to keep our hands to ourselves. Once we arrive on our floor, I step into the hallway and take off my heels and Kendra follows my lead. She knows what I’m silently asking for and she pulls ahead slightly so I can watch her from behind. My eyes start at her bare feet and legs and slowly move up as I drink her in. She knows when my eyes get to her ass because I moan quietly but it quickly turns to a groan when she adds a little wiggle and sway to her step. Finally we reach our room; Kendra gets the key card out of her clutch purse but so cleverly drops it and bends over slowly to pick it up.

“Oh my God!”

I husk as I grab her by her hips and pull her ass into my crotch and grind against her slowly. The door opens and we stumble in to our room and immediately wrap each other up with groping hands. Kissing her roughly, I find the small zipper at the middle of her back and lower it, oh so slowly. My pussy aches at the sight of her body that would be naked if it wasn’t for her black stockings and garter belt. My red dress has now joined hers on the floor and I step to her. Moving her quickly, she lets out a whimper when I pin her to the wall. With steady pressure, I push my thigh between hers. We moan together as she lowers herself to increase the pressure but I bring it back to tease her. Lacing our fingers together, I raise her arms above her head. I attack her neck, knowing it is one of her weak spots.

“Don’t…do not move your hands”

I mumble into her neck. My hands cup her small round breast and I toy with her stiff nipples. Kendra knows and enjoys when I make demands during our love sessions. She arches her back to push herself into my hands, although I pull back again denying her the satisfaction. With my hands now braced on the wall next to her hips, I lower my head and gently flick her left nipple with the tip of my tongue. A soft whimper escapes her lips.

“What was that, did you say something?” I say against her breast, letting my warm breath tease her skin.

“Hmmm, no…” She breathes out.

“Oh, I thought you asked me to stop.” I say with a smile again and watch her skin erupt in goose bumps.

“No, don’t stop!” She gasps out almost in a panic

I flick her other nipple and then drag my teeth across the hard pebble like skin before taking it in my mouth. I lash at her hungrily and then stop abruptly. Letting my fingertips lightly dance across her pelvis, her firm stomach tightens at the sensation. My other hand caresses her thigh as I let the tip of my finger trace lightly under the lacey top of her stockings and then drag my nails to her ass and repeat the same teasing with her lacey panties. Touching Kendra’s body has me drunk on her and can feel my heart beating in my throbbing pussy. My hunger for her taste returns. I leave a trace of wet sloppy kisses down her stomach and to her hip as I drop to my knees. I take large gentle bites at her hip and roughly grab her ass. She rewards my efforts with a whine wanting more. Moving my way to her beautiful pussy, I kiss her gently. She mewls in anticipation although keeps her hips still. I hum and chuckle lightly against her womanhood, appreciating her obedience. With the full length of my tongue I slowly slide through her love petals. She is so wet and sweet in taste I could not hold back anymore. I have always enjoyed the taste of a woman although I am completely addicted to her and only her. Now wanting my fix and wanting to satisfy my appetite, I lash at every inch of her with the strength of my tongue. Kendra raises her leg over my shoulder and pulls me into her wetness. We both benefit from this new position as I take in more of her. My nose rubs gently across her clit and I inhale to add to my enjoyment. Growling at the sensation all of my senses are at max level when I tease her love hole with my tongue and she drops her hips slightly taking more of me in. We lock eyes and her pupils are wide at the sight of me devouring her cunt. She couldn’t keep her hands still any longer and she braces herself with one hand against the wall and the other grabs at my long wavy brown hair. Even though she is so close she tries to push me away. I know she wants to build her climax as long as possible and please me as well although I will not have it. I enjoy her sweet juice being all over my face and keep a firm latch on her throbbing clit with my firm lips and push my face harder into her. Kendra could not keep the free falling feeling from hitting her body and forfeits the fight. She tries to yell my name but only grunts of pleasure escape her lips when she exhales after holding her breath. Her body shudders harder than I have ever witnessed and her hips continue to roll into me for the longest time as my face gets soaked with her juice. Slowing my motions slightly I draw large circles with my tongue across her swollen, pulsated tendrils. Opening her eyes she looks longingly into my eyes and brushes my bangs out of my eyes. Giving her one last kiss on her wet mound, I stand and passionately kiss the woman I love.

“Oh lord, Madison! Why can’t it be my birthday every day? That was so awesome!”

“Anything for my love!” I explain.

“As for you, my love, get on the bed.” Demands Kendra.

I protest caringly, “Just try to tell me what to do, this is your birthday… let me give you a massage.”

Kendra accepts with little protest knowing that I am a lot more stubborn than her and also she loves it when I massage her and knead any unknown stress from her body.

While she lays on her stomach, I start at her feet. Gently but firmly move my knuckles across the ball of her foot. Then move my strong thumbs into her calf muscle. When my touch has relaxed her whole body I continue to enjoy every inch of her skin with kisses. Her skin is getting to me and I feel light headed and need my own release. As I kiss my way up Kendra’s back, I add a few gentle bites and swirls of my tongue. Once I get to her neck I chuckle to myself because my birthday girl has fallen asleep. I fall to my side and snuggle up next to her. Soon her rhythmic breathing has me relaxed and I fall asleep too.

“Mmmm” I moan as I slowly wake to Kendra’s fingers gently caressing my back as she kisses me in between my breast. “And good morning to you, love” I say with a rough sleepy voice.

“Good morning, I am sorry I fell asleep on you last night. Will you ever forgive me? She playfully pleads.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty upset” I tease back and try not to giggle.

“How about I eat your puss, until you forgive me?” She chuckles against my skin.

“I don’t know it might take a while, I’m pretty mad!” I chuckle.

I can’t help but let out a full smile at the simple thought of her between my legs. She slowly moves lower with each kiss and lick. Below my bellybutton she pauses to add to the anticipation. I whimper wanting her to continue lower. I can feel her smile against my skin and I groan dramatically and push down on her shoulders and she laughs before she continues lower. Suddenly we are interrupted by an evil laugh ringtone coming from Kendra’s cell phone. She looks up at me and rolls her eyes in anger.

“That’s my asshole step dad, always ruining everything. I’m not going to be yelled at this early in the morning, he can just leave me a voice mail.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a baby… I think you should get it” I smirk, trying not to indicate anything with my words.
She reluctantly rolls off the bed to retrieve her phone. Sitting back on the bed she stares at her phone for a second before sighing and hitting the green accept button. As she answers with a stern “Yes, Father” I slide over in the bed and bite at her bare ass playfully and she pushes me away with a stressed clearing of her throat. I giggle silently remembering John’s pet name from his young boy toy. All of a sudden I see Kendra’s shoulders relax and she continues with a series of okays and uh-huhs.

“Yes father, I mean dad… I’ll do that…..okay. I love you too.” Kendra says into the phone before hitting the end call icon. Kendra looks over at me with the most confused look on her face, although I am already smiling from ear to ear.

“Well…I think hell just froze over! That was my dad and he just told me that he loves me and that he will always support me…..and he even said that I made a good choice in you and how smart you are. He even told me to tell you hi…..?!?”

“See, I told you should have taken the call!”

“I think that has to be the best birthday present ever!” She says with a big toothy grin.

“I am so glad you and your dad are doing better.”

“No, I mean the best present is that I now get to be with you and don’t have to hide it!!” she says as she lays down on top of me.

“Now I want my birthday cake” as she resumes to her previous spot between my thighs.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 17
INTERLUDE AND RECAP

To: Master
From: Your Little Slut Amy

Thank you again, Master, for letting me pay off my debt to you by being your little fuckslave, working for you at the Mayim Clinic under Dr Windred. I hope you’ve enjoyed the view from the cameras at my home. I masturbated for you specially last night – did you see? You’re a good master, and I know I’m a terrible disgusting slut.

This is the report you asked me for on that cute little lesbian bitch Laura. I’m so happy you sent me such a gorgeous big-titted slut for our lesbian experiments, and I almost wet myself when you gave me access to all the cameras you had her set up in her house and workplace. I love watching the clueless little slut degrading herself. I feel like I’m sopping wet all the time just thinking about it.

I don’t know how much of it you already know – I assume you watch her cameras too – but I try to be a good slut so I’ll include everything. Besides, sometimes everyone needs a moment to refresh on what they already know. I know that I’m a stupid slut who forgets things all the time, for example.

LAURA BEFORE THE INTERVENTION

Laura is 21 years old. She has 32DD cup tits, pink hair, and an adequately fit body. She is a lesbian and has a live-in lover, Erica. Before the intervention she had never had a sexual encounter with a male, and took pride on her lesbian identity. She firmly believes that lesbians are born, not made, and a true lesbian never has sexual thoughts about men, never goes through ‘phases’ of sexual identity, and would never gain sexual pleasure from anything done by a male.

Nevertheless, she enjoys cockteasing male friends by dressing attractively and flirting. She particularly likes to dress like sexualised anime characters. She has poor life-organisational skills, and manages her money poorly. She is particularly ashamed of the size of her fuckmelons, and has identity issues around associating her breast size with porn actresses, who she has contempt for.

THE INTERVENTION

Laura racked up a substantial gambling debt online of nearly a million dollars. That debt is owed to you, Master. Following her non-payment of the debt, you made it clear that you knew who she was, knew where she lived, and could arrange for her and her lover to be raped or killed in their sleep. You instructed her that she would pay at least $1,000 off the interest on her debt every week, and in the mean time would obey your instructions in every respect, or else she would be raped and killed. (A similar arrangement to my own relationship with you, Master!)

As a result of this new arrangement, you have caused Laura to do the following things:

(1) Install software on her computer giving you full remote control over it, including her webcam.
(2) Never sit in front her webcam without her tits bare.
(3) Attend an experimental program run by the Mayim Clinic, where I work. (More on that later.)
(4) Install cameras in her home, car and workplace giving you (and me) full and intimate vision of every aspect of her life.
(5) Film a video of herself claiming she desperately wants to be raped and fantasises about it constantly, and provide it to you, to be made public in the event she ever goes to the police with sexual assault allegations.

The results of attending the Mayim Clinic and needing to find money to pay off her debt have changed Laura’s life significantly.

THE MAYIM CLINIC

On your instructions, Laura attends an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic, where I work. She comes by every weeknight except Thursdays for a session of anywhere between one and four hours. On Thursdays, when she doesn’t attend, we give her homework.

The official goal of the Mayim Clinic program is to show that lesbians can be reoriented to enjoy heterosexual sex. As Laura doesn’t believe this is possible, she isn’t too worried by the goals of the program. However, as you know, Master, the program is actually funded by you, and the goal is to instead condition lesbians to degrade and humiliate themselves and other women, and be obedient fucktoys for men.

The program is run by Dr Tara Windred. She doesn’t know the true extent of the program, or your involvement in it, and she leaves most of the details of the program to myself and her other assistant, Royce. (Royce is creepy. I know he’d like to rape me, but he hasn’t, because I think he thinks he’ll get in trouble if he does. He doesn’t realise that you’ve forbidden me to ever complain about rape, Master. On the other hand, it gets me wet when he plays with that slut Laura and helps her humiliate herself. I’d love to watch him rape that little pink-haired bitch.)

Each time that Laura attends, she takes a powerful aphrodisiac that makes her unable to think of anything but her cunt. It’s hilarious to watch her on it – she acts like a total bimbo. Then we set her up on one of a variety of fucking machines. The machines teach her valuable heterosexual skills like how to suck cock, and at the same time she’s forced to watch a video with training images. The machines masturbate her when she’s experiencing things we want her to learn to like, and electroshock her twat when she’s seeing something she should avoid.

She’s so far been taught the following behaviours:

(1) She can get wet and orgasm while watching porn of women abusing other women.
(2) She can get wet and orgasm while watching porn of men fucking women.
(3) She has become strongly sexually fixated on semen and ejaculation, and fantasises about tasting cum. She rationalises this as a taste in foodstuffs, and not a heterosexual fantasy.
(4) She has been trained to thank the Mayim Clinic staff for degrading and hurting her after each session, and she occasionally also thanks others in her life for humliating and abusing her.
(5) She can orgasm while her tits and cunt are in pain.
(6) She instinctively opens her mouth when a cock-shaped objected is presented to her, and receives sexual pleasure from sucking on it. The pleasure increases when her head is held down on the cock by pulling her hair.
(7) The idea of refusing to take a cock into her mouth, or seeing others do it, is subconsciously associated with pain in her mind.
(8) She instinctively licks clean objects that have been in her pussy, including dildos or her hands.

In addition, a tracking microchip has been embeddded in Laura’s cunt flesh that monitors her location and her state of sexual arousal and transmits data back to the Mayim Clinic – and, through us, to you, Master.

LAURA’S DILDO

As a result of Laura’s new fascination with semen and ejaculations, she has bought herself a strap-on vibrating dildo capable of ejaculating a range of fluids when it “cums”. Laura keeps a small supply of liquids to use with it, including human cum, pig cum, fake cunt juices, breast milk, and urine. She likes to suck on it until it sprays semen into her mouth. She also likes to use it to rape her girlfriend and fill Erica’s mouth or cunt with pig cum and urine.

ERICA

Erica is a slim brunette with D cup breasts. She is Laura’s live-in girlfriend, and has a deep submissive streak. She doesn’t know why Laura is acting differently these days, but does know that Laura is in debt and has to do additional work to pay for it.

As part of Laura’s work with the Mayim Clinic, we advised her to change her relationship with her girlfriend so that Erica would not question her about some of the stranger and more humiliating things we were going to make her do. Much to our surprise, Laura took this as an excuse to enslave and abuse her girlfriend, exploiting Erica’s insecurity and love for her to turn the girl into a total fuckslave. Laura now rapes and traumatises her girlfriend as a way of coping with the degradation in her own life, and appears to gain a lot of sexual satisfaction from doing so.

Erica has had the following new experiences since Laura’s intervention:

(1) She has agreed to let Laura slap her while she is being fucked.
(2) She greets Laura returning home from work by kneeling naked by the open front door with her hands cuffed behind her back.
(3) She has been fucked with Laura’s ejaculating dildo and had pig cum spurted into her cunt. Laura then licked the pig cum out of her.
(4) She has drunk pig cum from the ejaculating dildo.
(5) She has learned to clean the ejaculating dildo by licking and sucking it clean and making sure its excess contents end up in her stomach.
(6) She has posed for photographs in which she is masturbating and pissing, which Laura has provided to us at the Mayim Clinic.
(7) She has dressed up like a whore by Laura and shown off to her friends Taylor and Michael.
(8) She has been forced by Michael to suck his cock twice until he came in her mouth, and then blamed for it by Laura.
(9) She has drunk piss from the ejaculating dildo.
(10) She has been hand-fed cucumber that has spent several hours in Laura’s pussy first.
(11) She has frequently had her clitoris pinched and hurt by Laura during sex.
(12) Laura has pissed on her face.

MICHAEL

Michael is a colleague of Laura’s at her main job at the Department of Families. Before the intervention he was a close and loyal friend, who Laura nevertheless cockteased the way she teased most males. More recently, he has leant a large sum of money to Laura to help her with her initial debt repayments. Now he visits their house occasionally to “check on his investment”.

While Michael may have been content to leave the investment on friendly terms, Laura, due to thinking with her pussy, has managed to set up a situation on two occasions where a drugged and whorishly dressed Erica has tempted Michael into raping her mouth. On the second such occasion, Michael saw Laura masturbating as she watched her girlfriend’s mouth being filled with Michael’s cum. Now it is clear that the “return on investment” Michael expects is sexual.

THE DEPARTMENT OF FAMILIES

Laura’s main job is with the Department of Families, where she works part-time Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays as a generic desk drone. Her immediate supervisor is a man named Alistair, who has long lusted after Laura. As a result of Laura’s new behaviours after the intervention, and the heavy aphrodisiacs she has been made to take by the Mayim Clinic, Alistair has finally had an opportunity to gain a sexual hold over Laura.

Laura’s general reputation at the Department has diminshed substantially:

(1) She has been made to formally declare her status as a lesbian and describe her relationship with Erica in sexually explicit detail in departmental paperwork.
(2) She has signed a statement admitting that she shows off her tits to tease men at work.
(3) After claiming that Alistair had tried to sexually assault her, she was made to retract her accusation by you, Master, and say that she’d made it up because she was “a dumb slut who likes attention”. She was made to repeat this retraction, along with the reason, to all her work colleagues.
(4) Once it had got around that Laura was a rape liar, she was assaulted in the toilets by her bimbo-ish co-worker Candy and made to lick out Candy’s cunt, because Candy had always been curious and no one would believe Laura about this kind of thing anymore.
(5) Laura has turned up to work on several occasions dressed like a slut, and spent several days in a blissed-out haze of arousal due to aphrodisiacs.

ALISTAIR

As a result of Laura’s probationary status at work, she has been required to spend an hour in “special counselling” with Alistair each morning, which Alistair takes as an excuse to abuse and exploit Laura.

(1) He initially made her show him her bra each day to prove that she was wearing one.
(2) She is required to show up to her counselling sessions with her cunt wet and aroused, and spend the session with her tits and pussy bare and on display.
(3) He makes Laura take off her bra and panties in his office, and then keeps them each day, meaning that she spends the day with no underwear and has to regularly shop for new ones.
(4) For a while, he played a game where he would finger-fuck Laura while masturbating his cock, and make Laura talk about something slutty like her sex life with Erica. This would continue until she came or he did. She never managed to cum before him. She was encouraged to attempt to catch his ejaculation in her mouth to avoid having him cum all over her face and tits.
(6) When Laura gets cum on her skin, Alistair won’t let her wash it off, instead making her rub it in and go back to work. He has filmed her licking semen off her tits and rubbing the remainder into her fuckbags.
(7) Due to Laura’s humiliation at working in public with cum on her face, Alistair has told her that on any day where she suggests to him a new degradation he is allowed to visit on her, she can suck his cock to ensure that his cum ends up in her mouth instead of on her face.
(8) Laura has agreed to be completely nude in counselling sessions going forward in exchange for the privilege of drinking his cum on one day rather than having it on her face.

THE PRETTY TITTY

Laura has recently started a second job at a strip club, the Pretty Titty, where she works as a topless waitress. She obtained the job in a humiliating interview where she wore a length of chain painfully clipped to her nipples and wet herself in front of the owner. She attends the Pretty Titty on Tuesdays and Wednesdays during the day and Saturday and Sunday nights.

Her work name there is “Kitten Tits”, and her work involves waitressing with her boobs bare. She gets incredibly horny at work due to the sexualised women around her, but her manager there, Edgar, has given her a “masturbation break” where she can take care of her pussy once per night. As a result of her work at the Pretty Titty she is becoming used to being ogled and groped by men, and soon will find it normal for men to be enjoying her naked fuckbags.

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Well, that’s about it, Master. It’s already amazing how much more of a degraded slut Laura is than when you started her off. She’s now being degraded and sexually assaulted almost every day of her life, and she’s well on the way to learning the skills she needs to be a good fucktoy for men. I think the hottest thing is how she’s started raping and hurting her lover entirely of her own volition. My recommendation is that you take action to further develop that behaviour, master – a slut is a thing of beauty, but a slut who knows how to properly treat other sluts is a joy forever.

Per your instructions I’m now going out clubbing to try and get someone to rape me. I know that I need to be pregnant within two months and that I’m not allowed to consent to sex wiith men until I am. I am looking forward to having my slut tits fill up with milk for you, Master.

Yours faithfully,

Fuckslut Amy
c/o The Mayim Clinic

(To be continued…)

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A mother mind-controls her son into being her cock-slave and her daughter into being her virgin lover!

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Seven: Mommy Pops Daughter’s Cherry

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke’s buzz from her orgasm instantly vanished as a wave of fear washed over her. Alexis clutched her swollen, pregnant belly. Deidre’s eighteen-year-old daughter rubbed herself, her eyes so wide, a look of shock on her face.

“I… I…”

Alexis was pregnant, but only a few weeks. She shouldn’t be showing. In the last hour she’d gone from having a flat belly to looking five or six months pregnant. It should be impossible, but she had been exposed to the Halo.

They weren’t meant for pregnant women.

“What do we do?” Alexis gasped, staring at her twin brother, the father of her child.

Alex grabbed her, his face pale. His head shot around, looking lost. A moment ago, he was in charge here, using his mind control powers. He cast his gaze around the hallway while Alexis pressed against him, her entire body trembling.

“The infirmary,” Deidre said. The panic was sweeping through her, but she couldn’t let it swallow her. She had to act. To be in-charge here for her children. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Yes,” her ex-husband, and master, said. Robert rushed to his children, taking hold of Alexis’s from the other side. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We’ll get you to Dr. Velikovsky and you’ll be fine. You’ll see. Everything will be all right.”

“Yeah,” Alex said, his voice tight.

“Come on,” Deidre said, backing away. “It’ll be perfect. You’ll see. Dr. Velikovsky knows about the nanites. He can help you.”

Alexis nodded her head, her face tight, her eyes tremulous. Deidre glanced at her daughter’s belly and… it looked larger still. Alexis gasped, her hand rubbing at her belly. She shot Deidre a look of awe and panic.

“I… I think my child just kicked,” she whimpered.

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Sirvard Vahan – Cancer

I loved my abusive husband kneeling before me. His beardless cheeks made him look so pathetic, almost effeminate, instead of the strong, burly, Muslim man who would “discipline” me with his fists. He had to prove he was stronger than me. Better.

When things went wrong in his life, I had to suffer.

For years, I convinced myself that it was my lot in life. That a Muslim woman had to endure this. The only way to get into Heaven was to please my husband. If I didn’t… So I swallowed my dignity and endured. Then the Halo arrived.

I became something more.

He held the harness of the strap-on for her, the fleshy dildo bobbed up and down before him. He whimpered, having to serve her. He was just my dog now. I smiled, loving thinking of the bastard like that. This was how husbands should act. They should serve their wives.

Men were good for nothing more than their cocks. To breed their women and give them daughters. And to be used for the pleasure of their cocks. My son had an amazing dick. He fucked me hard. He was a good son now.

He was my good cock-slave.

“Mmm, Mom, that looks big,” said Anahit, my eighteen-year-old daughter.

“You’re ready for it,” I told her, feeling a little prickle across my thoughts as my powers sank into her. “You’ll stretch, and it’ll feel incredible. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll find you the perfect cock-slave for you to enjoy.”

“Okay, Mom,” Anahit said, her pale face smiling. Like me, she was a Syrian Armenian, a minority population. When I was pregnant with Edvard, my twenty-year-old son, my husband and I came to the U.S. as refugees.

I stepped into the straps. I shivered as my husband lifted it up my leg. He wanted to deflower our daughter. He was working up the courage to molest her. Now I would enjoy everything he wanted from Anahit.

And Anahit would beg me to do it.

I glanced at my daughter, her pale, flushed body sitting on the dining room table. Her older brother knelt before her, his face smeared with her pussy juices. Edvard had eaten Anahit to several orgasms, pleasing her the way a man should. They never should hurt their women, but only give them pleasure when the woman chooses.

Then spend the rest of the time taking care of them and being their slaves. No longer would women have to serve their men. I would change everything.

My husband brought the strap-on harness up to my waist. I glanced down at him and said, “Dog, did the store clerk teach you how to put this on?”

“He did, Mistress,” he said, his voice strained with humiliation. “I have to make sure the base is over your clit so you can feel it.”

I nodded my head, my naked tits jiggling before me. My dark-brown nipples thrust out hard from my pale tits. They swayed before me as he adjusted the dildo. I groaned as my clit throbbed, loving the feel of the dildo. He tightened the vinyl straps, getting me ready to pop our daughter’s cherry.

“How many times did you fantasize about deflowering our daughter, Dog?” I asked.

“So many times,” he groaned. “I don’t know, Mistress. I would think about it all the time. She’s so young, like you were when we married. Just as beautiful.”

“Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” I hissed.

He flinched. “Of course you are, but… She was fresh. New.”

“Go kneel in the corner, Dog!” I snapped, my fingers pointed. “Watch as I make our daughter into a woman. She’ll enjoy it when I do it. You would have just hurt her. Made her cry. Defiled her. I’ll love her, Dog!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said and started to rise.

“Crawl!” I snarled, such anger roaring through me. “You’re a dog! A bitch!”

My husband crawled across the floor, his head hung. It was a pathetic shuffle. I shivered, feeling so powerful. He reached the corner in moments, turning around to watch. I smiled, gripping my fake cock. It thrust before me, far bigger than my husband’s dick.

“Anahit, you are going to love this,” I commanded. “A good daughter always loves her mother’s dildo fucking her.” My thoughts prickled.

“I will, Mother,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips. Her small breast quivered. Her dark eyes stared at the dick that would deflower her. She licked her lips, her fingers playing with my dark-brown nipples.

I advanced on her, the dildo bouncing before me. It was hard and flexible. I would fuck it into her and make her into explode. I would give her such pleasure. My daughter smiled at me, her eyes burning, her body flushed.

Her brother watched, too, kneeling there, his hands on his knees, his cock thrusting hard before him. He was a little bigger than his father. My pussy clenched. I loved having my son’s young cock in me. He would have turned into a monster like his father. The dog had been training Edvard, but I rescued him.

Now he was my cock-slave.

“Did your brother give you a great orgasm?” I asked Anahit as I moved up to the table, her thighs open wide. Her shaved snatch gleamed with her juices. Like other Muslim women, we shaved our pussies for hygiene reasons.

But it did look so sexy, so girlish and tight, her lips barely parted to show off her virgin flesh.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “He did a great job. An amazing job.”

“Good,” I said, pressing my dildo against her virgin flesh.

My daughter shuddered. She whimpered and leaned back on her hands. Her small tits quivered as I moved the dildo’s round tip up and down her slit. Her juices coated the tip. She whimpered as I pressed against something. A barrier.

Her maidenhead.

This was what my husband craved. He’d popped my cherry on our wedding night, and then thought he could raise his daughter to experience that delight again. But I would enjoy this so much. Anahit stared into my eyes with such eager need.

“Please, Mother,” she moaned, her dark eyes glassy with desire. “Take me. Love me. I want you, too. I know it’ll feel incredible.”

“Mmm, I will,” I said. “But something is missing. Edvard, my cock-slave, I need you fucking me.”

“Yes, Mother!” he groaned and bounded to his feet with the enthusiasm of a young man.

He moved behind me. His cock grazed my rump. I shivered as the tip, wet with his precum, slid down between my thighs. I shivered as he slid across my taint and found my pussy. This was all a man was good for.

Fucking a woman. Giving her pleasure and his seed. Maybe my son would quicken a child in me. Another daughter to raise right, or another cock-slave to mold into pleasing me.

His cock found the entrance of my pussy. I groaned as he rammed into my depths. I shuddered as he stretched out my sheath. He filled me, plunging deeper and deeper into me with a single thrust. His crotch smacked into my ass, the slapping sound echoing around me. My tits heaved.

Anahit gasped as the force of the impact pressed the dildo’s tip against her maidenhead.

“Mother!” she moaned.

My son drew back his cock. I stared into my daughter’s eyes as the pleasure rippled through my cunt. My snatch clenched down on his shaft. Then he thrust into me. His shaft slammed deep into my pussy again, a wave of delight soared through me.

His hands gripped my breasts. He grunted and groaned as he loved my pussy. He hammered me hard, thrusting into me with that thick cock. It was so wonderful to feel him in me. He pounded me so hard. He thrust into my depths and churned me up.

“Oh, yes!” he groaned. “Mother! Your pussy!”

“Yes!” I moaned, pushing the dildo against my daughter’s hymen as he pounded me. She shuddered and whimpered. She stared at me with such need.

“Please, please, pop my cherry, Mother!” moaned Anahit. “I need you in me. So badly.”

I stared into her eyes and saw my daughter’s need while my son hammered my pussy. I readied myself. Edvard drew back his cock, my pussy drinking in the hot delight of his shaft, the friction incredible. Then he thrust into me.

The force propelled me forward.

Anahit gasped as my dildo buried into her cunt. Her hymen tore with ease. My daughter’s lower lip curled as the fleshy dildo vanished into her snatch. Her pussy swallowed it. I drove it deeper and deeper into her.

“Mother!” she gasped, her head thrown back. “Oh, Mother, that’s incredible.”

I smiled, hearing the pleasure in her voice. I only had pain on my first time. My husband just stabbed into me, pumped a few times, then came. It grew better after that, but he didn’t take the time to love me. To eat me out and get me ready.

I kissed my daughter. I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my son pumped away at my pussy. Pleasure spilled through me as my hips moved, matching his rhythm. I fucked my fake cock in and out of my daughter’s deflowered cunt.

She moaned into my kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, her arms hugging around my neck. Our breasts pressed together, her nipples hard, smaller than mine. Pleasure tingled through my body. It was incredible. My pussy clenched on my son’s cock, feeding off the bliss from my nipples and the sparks flaring from my clit.

Every time I buried the dildo into my daughter, propelled forward by my son’s hard thrust, pleasure burst from my clit. It was wonderful. I loved it. I trembled and shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. It was such a wondrous thing to experience.

My tongue dueled with my daughters. We moaned into each other’s lips, sharing this wondrous, incestuous rapture. My cunt clenched about my son’s cock, the pleasure building and building in me. It wouldn’t be long until I exploded. Until that amazing pleasure burst through me.

I fucked my daughter harder, faster. The table creaked as she squirmed on it. Our breasts pressed tight together as she clung to me. Edvard pounded me. He grunted as he drilled that cock into me. The thick head rubbed along the top of my pussy walls, stimulating me.

“Mother!” he groaned. “Mother, you’re just so hot and tight.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Oh, yes, fuck me, cock-slave! Love my pussy!”

“I love it, Mother!” he moaned.

Anahit giggled. “And I love your fake-cock, Mother! Oh, this is incredible. You’re making me explode. Oh, yes, yes! Just fuck me. Slam into me. I’m going to cum, Mother! I love this!”

“Cum!” I moaned. “Never be ashamed of your pleasure!”

“Never!”

She kissed me again. Her tongue thrust into me. She moaned into me. It was so hot. My pussy clenched down on Edvard’s cock. The friction surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes as my pleasure swelled through me.

I couldn’t take much more.

My daughter gasped in my delight. She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue fluttered in my mouth, dancing with it. Her body clung to me. She was cumming. I made her orgasm on her first time. I clutched her tight, reveling in this moment.

It sent me over the edge.

“Yes!” I howled, breaking our kiss. “Oh, yes, yes!”

My pussy convulsed around my son’s cock. My snatch writhed about that amazing dick. He churned me up. I buried my dildo into my daughter’s cunt, my clit bursting with pleasure, adding to the convulsing bliss rippling through my body.

“Mother!” he groaned as he fucked into my twat.

He grunted, pounding me. He whimpered and then gasped, “May I cum in your pussy, Mother?”

I shuddered. That was just the way a good cock-slave should behave. “Yes! Yes! Give me your seed!”

Edvard drove his cock over and over into my writhing pussy, stimulating me. More and more waves of rapture washed out of my snatch. My mind drank it in. I trembled between my two children, stars bursting across my vision. It was delicious.

He grunted as he rammed into me. His hot, incestuous seed spurted into me. It was wonderful to feel it spilling in me. It was incredible. My pussy spasmed and milked his cock. I drew out more and more of his cum.

It was wonderful. My mind melted. It was just so incredible.

“Mother!” Edvard groaned.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned as I buzzed on my orgasmic high. “Such a good cock-slave.”

“Oh, Mother, thank you,” Anahit moaned, her eyes floating before me. “I feel so amazing! That was the best.”

“Of course it was,” I said, rubbing my nose against hers. “Mothers always make sure their daughters are pleased.”

I groaned as my son pulled out of my snatch. I whimpered, his seed in me. I clamped my pussy tight to hold in his seed while I was eager to have more fun with my daughter. I pulled the dildo out of Anahit, making her whimper in the process, then I turned around.

“Edvard, Dog, I want the house cleaned before you go to bed,” I said. “Dog, you can sleep on the couch for now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, sitting in the corner, his face flushed.

I shivered, loving that he watched me deflower our daughter.

“Now, me and you are going to have a delicious time in bed,” I said, grabbing my daughter’s hand.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, her voice so bright.

She hopped off the table, her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs. I led her through the house, passing my crawling husband and son. I kept my pussy clamped, trying to hold in my son’s jizz. I wanted my daughter to have a yummy treat.

We headed up the stairs. Our feet slapped up the stairs. Then we burst into my bedroom. My husband would never share my bed again. I’d never have to sleep beside him, listening to him snore, while my body ached from his latest beating.

“I want you to lick me clean,” I purred, stretching out on the bed. “Eat all your brother’s cum out of my pussy.”

“Yes, Mother!” Anahit moaned, licking her lips. “That sounds so naughty.”

“Mmm, yes, it will be,” I said, spreading my thighs.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The jizz trickled out of me, dribbling down to my rump as my cute daughter settled down between my thighs. Her black hair spilled about her face as she leaned in. I trembled, licking my lips, eager for this amazing moment.

Her tongue licked up that line of cum that dribbled out of me, flicking her tongue right to my shaved pussy. I gasped. My toes curled as her tongue fluttered through my folds. I whimpered, loving the feel of my daughter’s tongue.

“Ooh, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s how you do it, Anahit.”

“You like it, Mother?” she asked, her eyes staring up at me.

“Yes, yes, lick all of your brother’s cum out of me,” I moaned.

She fluttered her tongue through my pussy. She licked and lapped up and down my snatch, gathering all that wonderful jizz leaking out of me. My hips wiggled from side to side as she feasted on me. She thrust it into my pussy, scooping it out of me.

Her tongue fluttered through me. My ass squeezed and clenched. My legs spasmed as the pleasure flowed through me. My back arched. My breasts jiggled as my sweet daughter feasted on me. Her tongue was so different from her brother’s. She was gentle and delicious, so feminine and loving.

“Oh, Anahit,” I moaned. “Mmm, I love you so much. You’re just such a naughty delight. Oh, wow, you’re going to make me explode.”

“I will, Mother!” she moaned. Then she jammed her tongue into my depths.

Pleasure rippled through me. I licked my lips, my breasts heaving. My hand squeezed and kneaded them. My fingers dug into my tits. My fingers slid up to my nipples. I pinched them as my daughter devoured me.

Her hands grabbed my rump. I groaned as she kneaded them. She nuzzled her lips tight against my pussy. The pleasure surged through me. I twisted my nipples as her fingers squeezed my butt-cheeks. Her tongue swirled through me, teased me.

“Oh, yes, Anahit!” I moaned as her fingers clenched again. “That’s good.”

“You taste so good, Mother!” Anahit moaned. “Especially with Edvard’s cum in you!”

“Yes, yes, such a good daughter!” I panted. “I’ll lick you clean after your cock-slave fucks you.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her fingers shifting on my rump as she thrust her tongue deep into my cunt. Her fingers were on the edge of my butt-crack.

A wicked idea popped into my mind. Something depraved and wanton. I didn’t have to be ashamed of it. I was free to act on my desires. I could do what I desired. I had the power to change the world and make it better.

“Finger my asshole, Anahit!” I moaned, my thoughts burning.

“Oh, Mother!” she gasped, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. “Oh, that’s so dirty.”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned. “But we’re women. We can do whatever we want! We can enjoy our desires!”

Her fingers found my asshole. I groaned as she pressed one against it. I gasped as her digit wiggled into my rectum. The pleasure swept through me. My eyes squeezed shut. My fingers pinched my nipple. I twisted my nub as her tongue fluttered up my pussy and her finger reamed into my asshole.

She pumped it into my butt-hole. She fingered me as she devoured my pussy. She licked all the cum out of me. She devoured me. She made me feel amazing. I groaned, my back arching, grinding my snatch against her face.

The pleasure surged through me. My orgasm came closer and closer to erupting through me. Her finger wiggled through me. Her tongue fluttered into my depths. The dual delights fueled me. I pinched my nipples hard.

I came.

“Anahit!” I moaned.

My pussy convulsed. I bathed my daughter’s face with my passion. My asshole writhed about her finger thrusting into my asshole. My eyes squeezed shut. I bucked against her, smearing across her face as her tongue licked me.

The pleasure flowed into my mind. This rushing warmth of incestuous passion. My daughter pleased me. Loved me. It was incredible. I licked my lips as I moaned, my toes curling. I needed to do something to her.

“Straddle my face!” I moaned. “Oh, what do they call it! A… a sixty-nine! Let’s lick each other!”

“Yes, mother!”

My daughter moved. She spun around me, her finger twisting in my asshole. She straddled my face, pressing her pussy down to my mouth. I licked my lips, staring at her deflowered snatch. Last time I ate her, she had a hymen.

This time I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” she moaned, her hips humping against my face. Her heat spilled over me. Her cream dribbled down my cheeks. “Oh, lick me! I love it when you lick me!”

I moaned into her depths as she licked at my orgasming cunt. Another wave of pleasure shot through me. My hands grabbed both her butt-cheeks, pulling her down on me. My tongue swirled through her depths. I loved that I’d opened her.

We both gasped and moaned. We shuddered, the bed creaking as we writhed together.

Her juices flowed into my mouth. That sweet cream.

She moaned into my snatch.

Her tongue fluttered around my clit. She swirled it around my bud, her nose brushing my pussy lips. She squirmed around atop me, my nipples rubbing into her supple belly. Such pleasure rushed through me, my orgasm burning through me again and again. My fingers dug into my daughter’s rump.

My tongue probed as deep into her. I fucked into her over and over. I massaged her, pulling her butt-cheeks apart. My fingers slid into her crack. I had to give her the same thrill she gave me. I loved her finger probing into my asshole. She wiggled it around in me, stirring up my butt-hole.

My finger found her puckered sphincter.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” moaned my daughter. “Finger my dirty butt-hole! Don’t hold back! Women can do anything!”

“We can!” I moaned and pressed my finger against her asshole.

It was so incredible to feel her hot asshole spreading over my finger. Her velvety bowels swallowed my finger. It was incredible to experience. I reached deeper and deeper into her. She moaned around my clit, sucking so hard on it.

Another burst of pleasure shot through me. It was incredible to feel. My hips wiggled as her finger fucked faster and faster into my asshole. We were both moaning, gasping. Her juices poured into my mouth. They were so sweet. We were driving each other wild.

My tongue fluttered through her, teasing her, pleasing her. She was just such a wonderful creature. Her asshole squeezed about my digit. Then she squealed into my pussy. Her snatch writhed about my probing tongue.

Her cream squirted into me.

We were cumming together. Mother and daughter united in incestuous bliss. Her small nipples rubbed on my stomach as she shuddered atop me. She moaned into my cunt. Another climax spasmed through me.

Rapture drowned my mind. It was such an incredible delight. I whimpered and groaned. I bucked on the bed. It squeaked and groaned as we both loved each other. It was just such a delicious treat. We loved each other.

Pleased each other.

“Mother!”

“Anahit!”

My pleasure surged me to the heights of pleasure. It carried me to ecstasy. I soared on incestuous bliss. My held my daughter, her asshole writhing about my finger. She trembled atop me as we loved each other.

And then we collapsed.

My daughter turned around and snuggled against me. She hugged me, kissing me with her lips stained with my spicy juices. Her tongue fluttered through my mouth. She ground against me, teasing me, making me feel amazing.

I loved her so much. I held her, coming down from my orgasmic high. She was just so sweet. I was so glad that I could save her from the pain and suffering I had experienced. She wouldn’t have a husband who beat her, but a cock-slave who worshiped her.

“You’re going to change things, aren’t you, Mother?” Anahit asked after a few minutes. She was cuddled up to me, a big smile on her face.

“Yes, I am,” I said, my smile growing. “It’s going to be amazing. We’re going to the mosque tomorrow, and we’re going to teach all the men the truth. Sons will become their mother’s cock-slaves. Husbands will stop hurting them. Mothers will teach their daughters about love. And it won’t stop there. We’ll tell everyone we can.”

“Wow,” Anahit said. Then she frowned. “If sons become their mothers cock-slaves, what about the daughters? Where do they get theirs?”

“You mean yours?” I asked her, giving her an impish smile. “Well, you can borrow Edvard until I choose one for you.”

“Can it be Achmed?” she asked, a big smile bursting across her lips. “He’s so handsome, and I know he’s not like father.”

I used to think that about Dog. That he wasn’t like my father. When my parents told me they arranged a marriage to Dog, I was so excited. It took me years for that naïve infatuation to be beaten out of me.

“Well, he has an older brother,” I said. “So, yes, he can be your cock-slave. That’s were daughters get theirs from. Women who have an extra cock-slave. Achmed will worship you. He’ll give you a big, strong son to love you when you’re a sexy mother like me.”

My daughter beamed at me.

“And Achmed will give you daughters to raise and love and deflower just like I did for you.”

“Oh, wow,” Anahit said. She shivered against me. “Oh, mother, that sounds so amazing. I can’t wait. It’s going to be so grand.”

I gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Yes, it will. Mmm, get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long, fun day.”

“Yes, Mother,” she said while my thoughts prickled. Her eyes closed and she was asleep in moments, cuddled up to me.

I shivered, my pussy still tingling. Maybe I should have Edvard join us…

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Willis Chevrolet – Capricorn

Garnet, my nineteen-year-old daughter, bobbed her mouth up and down my cock as I drove the bronze Camaro through the streets. It was my new car, stolen from the asshole who cuckolded me. He thought he could fuck my now ex-wife without consequences.f

I grinned as I roared down the night streets, pleasure shooting down my cock. I gave him consequences. He could never orgasm again unless he fucked my ex-wife, and she never would fuck him now. Thanks to my new powers, gifted to me by the bizarre Institute, I had finally taken control of my life.

My whore of a wife wouldn’t walk all over me. My daughter wouldn’t follow in her footsteps. Now Garnet was a loving daughter, pleasing me with her mouth as I drove. It was incredible. My dick ached and throbbed in her mouth.

“Damn, Garnet!” I groaned. “I always wanted to experience this.”

She just moaned about my cock, her blonde hair spilled over my lap. She sucked hard. She loved my dick. I’d fucked her hard. Up the ass and then the pussy. I used my daughter’s body. I reveled in her while my son enjoyed his mother. She was his slut now. Jason would use her until he got bored with her.

I didn’t care what he did with the cunt. She wasn’t my wife any longer.

Garnet’s tongue danced across the crown of my dick. My balls tensed as she sucked hard. I groaned, gripping the steering wheel hard. The suction was incredible. My nuts quivered, full of cum aching to burst into her mouth.

The Halo gave me such stamina. I could cum over and over again. I could satiate all my desires. I would have such a great time. And with my abilities, I would make the world a better place. No more cheating spouses. I would deal with all the slut-wives and asshole-husbands.

“Just keep loving Daddy’s cock, Garnet!” I moaned. “I’m going to pump so much cum into your mouth.”

She whimpered about my cock and sucked harder. She craved it.

“You’re Daddy’s slut now. You love worshiping Daddy’s cock.”

She moaned, her buzzing passion stimulating me. Pleasure rippled through me. It shot down to my feet. I jammed down on the accelerator, speeding down the road. I didn’t care if a cop saw me. I’d just tell the cop to let me go.

I could do anything.

Garnet’s hand found my balls. She massaged them, her fingers so delicate. She wanted my cum spurting into her mouth. I could feel her hunger. It was incredible. I groaned, struggling to focus on the road.

“Shit!” I grunted. “Daddy’s going to cum so hard. You’ve got to swallow every drop. You have to make Daddy feel amazing.”

I knew she would. She was good girl now. I saved her from being a whore like her mother.

My daughter’s tongue fluttered across the tip of my dick. Her tongue teased me. Stimulated me. Then she sucked hard. My balls jumped in her hand. Her fingers massaged them, coaxing my nuts to a boil.

I exploded.

“Swallow all of Daddy’s cum!” I grunted.

My jizz spurted into her mouth. Blast after blast of my incestuous cum splashed into her mouth. Ecstasy rushed through me. My balls tightened. I grunted, gripping the steering wheel as the pleasure burned through me. Stars rippled across my vision as more and more of my jizz spilled into her hungry mouth.

She swallowed it all. She moaned as she gulped down my jizz. My daughter loved it. She savored every bit of it. I groaned, my head swaying as the pleasure rippled through me. This wonderful heat billowed through me.

“You are such a good girl!” I moaned. “Damn, Garnet. You love Daddy’s cock!”

She swallowed the last blast of my cum. Her mouth ripped off my dick. “I am your good girl, Daddy!”

I smiled at her as the pleasure buzzed through me. I gripped the steering wheel, paying attention to the streets while my entire body almost floated out of the seats. I glanced at where we were, my forehead furrowed.

“I think we missed the street,” I said, working the steering wheel to turn us around.

“I like this plan, Daddy,” she said. “You should make sure everyone is faithful to their spouses. Then they’ll be happy.”

I smiled at my daughter. “And what should I do if I found someone’s a cheater?”

“Mmm,” my daughter said. Then she grinned at me. “You’ve already done it to Mom and that asshole.”

I nodded my head. “Make the cheating wife into a sex slave and the cheating husband impotent.”

“Then give the poor spouse cheated on a faithful person.” My daughter bounced in her seat. “We should offer counseling services. We have to find all these people to make everyone happy.”

I pattered her thigh. “I like it,” I said. I glanced down the street, remembering the address. “I think that’s it.”

My daughter squealed in delight as I pulled into the driveway. My new wife was in there. I turned off the car. That asshole Mitch not only fucked my wife, but he was fucking other women, too. He was a cheating asshole. A woman peered out the curtain, spotting the car.

Mitch’s wife deserved better than she got. She would get better.

I climbed out of her husband’s car—my car—and marched up to the door, Garnet following after me. I was so eager to meet my new wife. She wouldn’t cheat on me. She would love me and cherish me the way a wife should.

And I would love her.

I knocked on the door.

“Did you loose your key, Mitch?” a woman called. A deadbolt lock twisted. Then the door opened. “Is that…” She gasped. “Oh, you’re not Mitch. Who are you?”

“You’re new husband,” I said with a grin, my thoughts burning.

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Alex Icke – Virgo

I helped cradled my sister as we rushed through the Institute. The halls were mostly deserted. Mom had ordered the evacuation before I could stop her. I just hoped Dr. Velikovsky was still around. He was the Institute’s medical doctor, on hand to help with any issues plus he was one of the men who helped produce the nanites. He had an important piece of the puzzle.

I wasn’t sure I’d want it re-created. Why share these abilities with others? There were already eleven “gods” out in the world beside my sister and me.

Alexis gasped, trembling between Dad and me. All thoughts of the future banished. What was happening to our child? The nanites must have sped up the development, but were they doing anything else to them?

“We’re almost there,” Mom said as she led, my cum spilling down her thighs. It was a strange detail to focus on, the pearly cum smearing across her flesh, but my heart hammered in my chest.

My sister and child were in danger.

“Okay, just around the corner,” Mom added like we didn’t know our way around. She had a breathy, tight quality to her voice. “Yes, yes, he’ll be there. Dr. Velikovsky will be there. He’ll see to it.”

We rounded the corner and came across Katherine Velikovsky, wearing her nurse’s uniform (and I don’t mean pink scrubs, but that classic look of the white skirt and blouse, only hers fit her like a Halloween custom), holding a box of files. She gasped as she saw us, dropping what she held. Papers burst across the hallway.

“It’s Alex!” she shrieked.

“Quiet, Katherine! Don’t run!” I barked, my will rushing out while pain flared across my mind. “Get inside the clinic!”

She darted back inside as we rushed to them. A moment later, her father, Dr. Isaac Velikovsky appeared in the doorway, his face grim. He drew in a deep breath, his hands thrust in the pockets of his white doctor’s coat.

“Doctor, my sister’s pregnancy has accelerated. You will help her! Your daughters will assist! You won’t try and escape.”

“Of course I’ll help her,” he said while my thoughts barely buzzed at all. “Come on, get the poor thing in here. I was afraid this might happen.”

“Afraid?” Mom said. “You knew this might affect her pregnancy and didn’t tell me.”

“Well, it’s not like we tested the nanites on anyone before we sent the first to the Goddess Maria Talon, now did we, President Icke. However, Dr. Bailey speculated in her notes that the nanites would have some affect on fetal tissue, perhaps causing spontaneous growth.”

“No speculation,” I growled. “Look at my sister’s. She looks about ready to pop.”

“Mmm, she does.” He glanced inside. “Melany, get the ultrasound. Katherine, yes, yes, good, you got the bed ready.”

Melany and Katherine were the doctor’s daughters, both in their earlier twenties. Since the revelation about father/daughter incest, I knew the two had grown a lot closer to their father, shifting to wearing the naughty nurses outfits as they worked in the Institute’s clinic. I imagine they were eager to take the place of their dead mother in his bed and…

None of that mattered at this moment. Why did my mind keep going down these strange avenues. I needed to be focused on my sister. I trembled as I helped her into the clinic. Melany, the younger sister, was rolling a cart across the small clinic. It resembled the small medical suite of a nurse’s office at a college. The brunette gave me a smile, her large tits almost spilling out of her top.

“Just set her right here, Alex,” she said, her face tight, her cheek pale.

“Don’t be afraid,” I ordered. “Melany, Katherine, it’s okay. You’re still your father’s sex slaves. He owns you. I won’t take you away from him. I won’t even fuck you unless he’s bred you.”

A relieved sigh escaped Melany’s lips as my thoughts prickled.

“Here you are, Alexis,” Katherine said, her sandy-blonde hair dancing about her head. She took my sister’s arm and helped ease her down on the hospital bed. “Oh, wow, you look ready to pop. Are you in any pain?”

“Just… feels weird,” she said. “I can feel my child squirming around inside of me.”

“That’s to be expected,” Katherine said. “Do you have to pee?”

Alexis nodded her head.

“They press on the bladder,” Katherine told her. “You’ll have to go more often. That’s natural. And are your ankles sore?”

“A little. And so are my breasts, especially my nipples.” She glanced down. “They’re bigger.”

“You’re milk’s probably coming in,” Melany said, lubing up the ultrasound sensor. “It’s natural to be sore. Helps to play with them.” She glanced at me and a naughty smile crossed her lips. “Or let your brother play with them.”

Katherine grabbed a thermometer and put it into my sister’s mouth, then clipped the blood oxygen senor on my sister’s pointer finger. I swallowed, staring at my twin sister. The thermometer beeped and Katherine took it then made a notation on a chart.

“Is it fine?” I asked.

“98.1,” she said. “Just fine. And oxygen levels are fine, too.” She grabbed a blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around my sister’s arm. She inflated it and my sister wince. Katherine released the pressure, listening with a stethoscope. “127 over 93,” she said. “Good, good. A little high for you, but pregnancy can cause that.”

“Okay,” Alexis said, shivering naked on the bed.

Dr. Velikovsky finished washing his hands and drew on gloves as he crossed the room. He had a friendly smile. “Okay, let’s take a look at what’s going on in your womb.”

“It’ll be fine, right?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Mom took my hand. “It will, you’ll see.”

Dr. Velikovsky, however, didn’t tell me it would be fine. He just looked at me then took the sonar probe from his daughter and placed it on my sister’s swollen belly. A black and white image appeared on the screen. It didn’t look like anything I could recognize. He shifted it around. What might be her internal organs appeared then…

I frowned. Was that a head.

“There we are,” Dr. Velikovsky said. “Looks like a baby at 31 weeks and… Oh, my, yes, that explains why you look ready to pop.”

“What does?” asked Alexis.

“Twins,” he said. He tapped the screen at what looked like tiny hands holding each other. He turned up a volume and two thudding rhythms could be heard. “Both have strong heartbeats.”

I drifted towards the screen, a feeling of awe swept away the fear as I stared at my twin children in my sister’s womb. I reached her bed. Her hand grabbed mine, squeezing it. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth felt so dry.

“They look healthy,” the doctor said, “and… Yes, yes, they are growing still. I don’t know how long it will be, but you’re giving birth soon, Alexis.”

“Twins,” she whispered in awe. On the screen, one twitched, his or her leg spasming. My sister gasped, her free hand grabbing her belly. “I felt him.”

“Her, actually,” Dr. Velikovsky said. “That one’s the girl. The other’s a boy.”

“Of course,” I said, trembling in awe.

My sister’s hand clutched hard at mine. I felt a shock of fear through her bond. I glanced at her, seeing a look on her face. “What?”

“I… I can feel them, Alex,” she said. “Their minds. They are so powerful. I… I…” Her lower lip trembled. “I think they’re more powerful than us.”

“Dr. Blavatsky is never wrong,” Cindy or Mindy said. I’d forgotten about the twin sisters. They must have followed us to the clinic.

I glanced at the twins standing before their father. They held each other’s hands, both smiling.

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“Maybe Dr. Blavatsky saw this,” said one of the twins. “Maybe our scrying wasn’t wrong about Ulrich. Or you, Alex.”

“Maybe this is how the true Gemini gods are created,” the other pronounced, a big smile crossing her lips.

To be continued…

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