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Making Lanie mine

The rest of the week passed, with me having a perfect view of Lanie masturbating every night on the sofa bed. I decided to forgo disabling her vibrator, and simply enjoyed the nightly show, bringing myself off in the comfort of my own bed. I had set my sights on the next weekend, and when my package from Amazon arrived on Thursday, I knew I had it in the bag.

In that bag was pair of panties with a slim, remote control vibrating egg in the slightly padded crotch. I took it out, placed the crotch of the panties between my fingers, and ran the variable speed from low to high. I really wanted to put them on, but then I would have to wash them. That Saturday afternoon, before we went down to my gym, I took Lanie’s bra she had placed in her gym bag and cut the bottom loop of each bra clasp in half, then almost severed the other with a pair of wire cutters. She would never notice when she hurriedly slipped on her regular bra after our workout, and I could break the other loop at will.

We had a good workout, and worked up a pretty good sweat. Since we were going out for dinner afterwards, we planned to shower and change at the club, leaving our sweaty clothes in the locker to pick up tomorrow. After we got out of the shower, and had semi dried off, we headed back to my locker. I bent over to get something out of the bag, and accidentally on purpose yanked Lanie’s clean underwear out of the bag letting them fall to the floor by my feet. I was still a little wet, and the floor was a little wet, so by the time I realized that her panties were out of the bag and on the floor, I had stepped all over them, and ground them into the floor. They were pretty wet, and looked a little stained. I looked down at the panties, and looked up at Lanie and apologized. She was bummed, because her workout undies were at the bottom of the locker, sweaty and gross. I rifled through the bag and came up with an “extra” pair of clean undies (my Amazon purchase) that she could wear. With a big smile, she grabbed them and pulled them on. With similar glee, she slipped on her bra, and continued to get dressed. She looked nice, in a silky button blouse and short, sexy black skirt. Me, in about the same attire, but in slacks with a devilish grin on my face.

We hit a nice restaurant uptown, then hit a few small clubs before settling in at one that was really hopping, and with a great sound system. The subwoofers made the seats vibrate to a rhythm of their own. We were having fun, and decided to stay, so after we has 2 more drinks, I decided to put my plan into action. When the bass to a song really started throbbing, I turned on the remote vibrator at its lowest setting, figuring she wouldn’t notice a thing, and she didn’t. As the evening went on, we met some new friends and talked and joked with them for a while. When Lanie wanted to get up to pee, I turned off the vibrator, and snapped her bra as she was getting up, driving my thumb into the clasp, snapping the other piece in half. When I let go, he bra came apart. She looked at me, and said “I think you broke my bra you little fucker.” The rest of the table got a good laugh, and she came back to the table looking a little self conscious, obviously without a bra, and a pissed look on her face. I promised to replace her bra tomorrow, and that I was sorry (not), but just to forget about it as she was probably not the only one that was bra-less. I offered her mine, but she knew that mine would be way too small, and she was better off as is.

As the music pumped up again, I turned the vibrator to low, and bought her a drink. She got over being pissed and began to relax, and we were all back to cracking jokes and stuff around the table. Lanie’s shirt was perfect, as every once in a while I could see her whole tit, and it was sheer enough that you could see her erect nipples. It was about this time that I turned up the vibrator a bit. After a while, Lanie began to fidget in her seat, adjusting her legs, looking around and stuff. She starting fiddling with her waist band and the opening in her shirt, I didn’t want to stare, but she was like a bitch in heat. As we were joking around, I emphasized a point I was making by touching her thigh, first lightly, then heavier, first on the top, then on the inside of her thigh, every time hiking up the hem of her skirt. I noticed the other girl sitting beside her was doing the same thing. Lanie didn’t seem to mind, and as her skirt was riding up her thighs, I could have sworn she spread her legs a little wider apart. She was lit, and from sitting and fidgeting around, her shirt had become a little untucked, making it looser up top, and giving me and her other seat mate unobstructed views of her tits. I got a little bolder and turned up the vibrator a bit more, and this time she noticed. She looked around, leaned over to me, and said, “Is it just me, or is the bass turning this seat a vibrator.” I smiled and said, “It does kind of feel good!” In moments I could smell pussy, she must have been creaming her panties. Her other seatmate was eyeing her up pretty good, and I could swear she was getting interested. Rather than encourage the competition (it was my idea after all), I suggested we all hit the dance floor like a school of tuna and see what turns up.

No hesitation from the group, and we hopped out to the dance floor. As we were rocking out, I sought out Lanie, and turned it up another notch. As I took my hand out of my pocket, I grabbed her hand danced around a bit with her, then faked one of those dancing with the stars type couples dance. When we intertwined our legs I could have sworn she rubbed her crotch against my leg. Then she did it again, she was trying to hump my leg! As she turned around, I slapped her on the ass, and said let’s get a drink. As we went to the bar, I turned the vibrator down and we ordered two rum and cokes. I looked over at her, and her breasts were almost peeking out of her shirt. The bar tendered noticed as well, and gave us two doubles! We headed back to the table, and found our new friends were about ready to check out. Since there were 4 of them and two of us they decided to pick up the tab for us. That was cool, cause now we had new found money to party with. We sat down finished our drinks, and talked about hitting another club. As we walked out of the bar, we were still thinking about hitting another club, but decided to head home, as it was late, and we were already in the bag.

We walked cross-town for a block to get to on a busier street to catch a cab, and on the street, a man standing in front of a place called the Kit-Kat Klub opened the door to the establishment, and said “ladies night, ladies, free drinks!” I looked over at Lanie, she looked at me, and we accepted his invitation.

It was about as expected, a strip club packed with men, a few with their dates, and a few women. But after all, free drinks. We found a table, and one of the topless girls came over to take our drink order. She was back in a flash with what was the first of one too many rum and cokes. A truly evil idea popped into my head, and when one of the dancers came over to our table and asked if we wanted a dance, I immediately said, “I’m buying a dance for you Lanie.” She looked horrified, but the dancer began and was right in Lanie’s face. The set had a thumping bass, and I took advantage turning on the vibrator, apparently without Lanie noticing. The dance got more erotic, and when the dancer could see Lanie was bra-less, she got a little more personal with the dance. As I tuned up the vibrator, Lanie seemed to get a bit more excited. When Candy (the dancer) straddled Lanie leg and began grinding her crotch into her thigh, it pushed the hem of her skirt up a little higher on her leg, and placed Candy’s tits just inches from Lanie’s mouth. I slowly cranked the vibrating panties up to full tilt, causing Lanie to grab the arm rests on the chair tightly, and her breathing quickened. With Lanie’s breasts beginning to peek out of her shirt, Candy leaned over in front of her, reached out and stroked Lanie up her sides from her hips to her armpits, then placed her thumbs inside the opening of her shirt and caressed her way back down tracing her thumbs over Lanie’s nipples. She got close to Lanie’s ear and said, “I can see you’re enjoying this, this next dance is on me.”

With than she bent over and began a slow hip twisting dance with her ass only inches from Lanie’s face. Her legs were spread, leaving nothing to the imagination, and then she reached back and spread her ass cheeks even further apart, with her fingers almost in her asshole and cunt. I leaned over to see more, and I could tell that Candy was also excited as her cunt lips were protruding around the crotch of her g-string. When Candy stood up and turned around, she began talking dirty to Lanie, telling her what they could do together. To my amazement, I watched as Lanie rolled her eyes back into her head, grabbed the arms of the chair tightly, and convulsed into an orgasm with her face inches away from Candy’s panties. I turned down the vibrator, and a smiling Candy said, “Mission accomplished,” as she parted company with our table. I looked over at Lanie and said, “I saw that, did you just have an orgasm?” Lanie was flushed, and stammered, “I must be drunk, and I think we need to go, but I gotta pee first.” I agreed, and said, “Me too”, with that we headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t a pretty site in there, late night in a bar bathroom is never good, and rather than let my pants hit the floor between my legs, I often take them off completely and hang them on the door. I could see that Lanie had the same idea. I was very moist to say the least, and I knew that Lanie was probably soaked. I finished before Lanie, and then had another evil idea. I could see Lanie’s skirt and panties hanging over the door (must not have had a hook), and I reached up and snagged the soaked panties. I wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I washed my hands then told Lanie, I’d meet her outside.

It seemed to take her forever to come out, but she finally did. She looked confused, and told me that she couldn’t find her panties in the bathroom and someone must have taken them. I said, “ew”, after you came in your panties, they must have been gross. “Maybe you have an admirer!” She told me I was gross, and that this evening had to remain our secret. I smiled and winked at her, saying, “sure, but paybacks are a bitch.”

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Abigial has fallen under Father Augustine’s control. Damien is forced to watch his wife’s wanton surrender to the priest’s dark lusts.

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 15: Angelic Lusts
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Damien D’Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire’s throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust’s office at the peak of the skyscraper.

Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien’s blackened soul. His wife’s every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart. She loved the priest’s cock, addicted to its girth spreading wide her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Abigail, her fiery hair thrashing. “Keep fucking me with that cock!”

“Is it the best?” Mary asked. The first vampiress Damien sired watched the priest fuck Abigail, Mary’s bloody hands fingering her cunt.

“Yes, is it, Dam?” gasped Samantha, her eyes wide behind her glasses. Abigail had sired the vampiress.

“It’s better than Sire’s,” laughed Rosa, glancing at Damien, contempt in her dark eyes.

“So much better,” moaned Abigail.

All Damien’s women had abandoned him for the priest, and Father Augustine reveled in his triumph. Around him, other women moaned and gasped. Over thirty, each leaking the priest’s cum from their cunts and asses or splattered with drying lines of pearly jizz.

The priest had conquered them all. Conquered my Abigail.

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“Such a fucking amazing cock!” screamed Abigail as she came on the priest cock.

Father Hyrum Augustine, the first nephilim to walk the earth in millennia, reveled in her cunt’s tight grip spasming about his thrusting cock. Pleasure rushed down the priest’s cock as he savored the married vampiress’s silky flesh. She bucked and gasped while Damien watched on in defeated horror.

Cuckolded. Bested.

“Yes,” roared the priest. “Worship my cock, Abigail. You’re mine!”

“Yours! Just keep fucking me!” Her head tossed back, her juices flooding out of her whorish cunt, perfuming the air with her tart excitement.

“See, Damien,” exulted the priest. “What fickle whores women are! Sinful, deceitful creatures always on the prowl for the best cock! And none are better than mine!”

“None!” gasped the cumming vampiress.

“Yours is the best, Father,” panted Joy as she fucked a dildo in and out of her asshole, the shaft lubed by the priest’s cum.

“So good,” Lynette shuddered, rubbing her cunt on the corner of Faust’s desk.

“Every woman is a whore, Damien. Your wife. Your thralls. They can’t help themselves submit to the better man.”

Me.

Father Augustine savored Damien’s crushing defeat, emasculated by the priest’s superior cock. He thrust harder into Abigail’s cunt, the married vampiresses flesh clutching and sucking, eager for another load of cum to flood her sinful pit. Her orgasm still rippled through her. Damien winced at every gasp and cry.

Ecstasy boiled in the priest’s balls. Fucking Abigail’s wanton hole was more satisfying than he had fantasized. Clenching. Hot. Silky. Wet. Married cunt gripped his cock, burning with whorish sin.

“She is mine now!”

“I’m sorry, Damien! He’s…just…too…much!” Abigail spasmed again as the whore came again.

The priest’s hand tightened on Damien’s throat as the pleasure exploded out of Augustine’s cock. Hot cum flooded Abigail’s unholy womb. The priest groaned through clenched teeth. Rapture consumed him.

You’ve crushed him, chortled the feminine voice.

“Hallelujah!”

Abigail’s flaming hair tossed. “Yes, flood me with your cum!”

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…yes…flood me…with your…cum…

The words penetrated Aurora’s prison. The corrupted angel lifted her head, her crimson wings flapping in the void. Jezebel’s demonic soul engulfed Aurora’s, imprisoning the angel and siphoning off her powers, feeding the to Faust.

“Abigail?” Aurora asked, frowning. A spark of hope kindled in her breast. “Can you hear me, Abigail?”

“She can’t hear you, my angel slut,” Jezebel answered, her voice hissing from all directions, resounding through the angel’s prison. “You cannot touch the world. You’re stuck in here with me. Forever. My pet. My prisoner. My angel slut.” Jezebel’s rich, throaty laugh echoed through the dark cell. “Oh, the games we shall play. The sins we shall commit.”

Aurora knew Jezebel was right. The angel understood her prison. Others of her kind, fallen and vulnerable in ages past, had been trapped by demons, used as the fuel consumed by the flames of Nephilim. Only the exorcism of Jezebel or the slaying of Father Augustine would free her.

But I heard Abigail. How?

…yes…fuck my…ass…

Abigail’s moan penetrated the prison and rang through Aurora’s thoughts, sonorous and passionate. I can feel her lusts. I am a succubus. Corrupted beyond a normal fallen angel. And Father Augustine is feeding on my lusts.

…vacant…

And those lusts touched Abigail. A part of me touches Abigail.

…your whore…

Aurora focused on the voice. She sent her thoughts after them, flowing with the energy. She hit the barrier of her prison. Her mind recoiled as her energy flowed out through tiny holes. Aurora’s mind was too big to squeeze through, her thoughts too complex.

…oh…damien…it’s so good…i’m his…whore…i love it…i love…his cock…

But not a single thought. An impulse. Something, anything. What?

…someone better…damien…

An idea. Trying to send a message seemed futile to the angel. What could Abigail do while locked in Faust’s passion. She was as much a prisoner as Aurora. But the angel still remembered hope. Damien’s corruption had not wholly consumed her flesh.

…i am…father augustine’s…whore…

Aurora sent out her thought.

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Beneath the overwhelming lust, guilt touched the vampiress’s soul. Abigail D’Angelo quaked, her pussy erupting from another all-consuming orgasm. Her pussy spasmed about the priest’s cock while her moans sang through the room.

But her eyes witnessed the pain in Damien’s eyes.

The small kernel of awareness, not swept up by the tide of lust spilling through her, begged to cry out, “Don’t look, Damien. I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. He’s too big.” But instead she moaned, “Yes, yes! Your cock!” as the priest’s cum dumped into her soiled pussy.

Damien thrashed again, impotent, helpless. The priest was too strong.

His cock too amazing.

Abigail groaned, her orgasm still rippling through her body, as the priest withdrew his cock slowly, painfully slowly. Her clenching flesh gripped his dick, feeling every inch of him pull out until her pussy gaped open, begging to be filled.

“Fuck me,” moaned Abigail.

I’m sorry, Damien.

“I need your cock! Please, please, fuck me!”

“But where should I fuck you, whore? You have surrendered your cunt to me. You’ve begged with all the wanton sin of womanhood for my dick. Where else can I use my cock on your flesh? Where else do you need it, slut?”

“Anywhere. Just fill me! Give me that dick!”

I’m such a whore, Damien. I’m so sorry. But his cock. It is magnificent.

The priest’s free hand pulled her right butt-cheek to the side, exposing her sphincter. “Beg me to use your ass, slut. Beg me to ream your filthy hole. Only degradation will satiate your wanton lusts.”

“Yes! Fuck my ass!”

“While your husband watches?”

“Absolutely! Please, please, fuck my ass, Father. I need it. I need to be filled. I’m so empty without your cock. Vacant.”

“You are such a whore!”

“I am!” Abigail wiggled her butt. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I need this, Damien. I need this. “Fuck my ass, Father! Pound it! Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Give me pain and agony!”

“See her sin manifest, Damien,” laughed the priest. “I am doing you a favor. I have exposed your wife for what she truly is.

“A whore!”

The priest slammed his dick deep into her bowels. Pain and pleasure roared through the vampiress. Her back arched, rubbing her hard nipples into Faust’s desk. The vampiress loved it. She shuddered, licking her lips, drinking in all the excitement as her asshole gripped the wonderful, thick cock slamming into her depths.

Heavy balls thudded into her taint. Heavy with more cum. Abigail’s hips undulated. She clenched her bowels. The more friction the more pleasure. And she craved so much pleasure. She wanted the friction to burn through her and leave her gasping and shuddering in wanton delight.

Abigail wanted to cum.

“Yes, yes, use my ass, Father! Use it! I’m your whore!”

“Tell your husband how much you love my cock,” groaned the priest.

“Yes, yes, tell Sire,” panted Mary.

“Oh, please, can you fuck me next, Father,” panted Samantha.

Abigail shuddered, glancing up at her husband as he struggled, his strong hands beating at Father Augustine’s arms, his legs kicking at the priest’s side. He was too weak. The priest too strong. A surge of wanton, filthy lust shuddered through her.

It was hot being fucked before her husband. It turned her on and shamed her at the same time. She was the priest’s whore, and her husband witnessed it. She was laid bare before Damien, her lusts unveiled for him to see.

“Oh, Damien, it’s so good. I’m his whore! I love it! I love his cock.”

The fight in Damien ended. He hung loose in the priest’s hand, resigned.

More shame filled Abigail. It mixed with her lust, feeding it. The dark passion crashed through Abigail. Her body bucked as her orgasm exploded through her. She gasped and squirmed. Her bowels convulsed about his dick as juices and the priest’s cum flooded out of her cunt and washed down her thighs. The scent filled the air.

The vampiresses around her and the human women already fucked by Father Augustine added their own scents. They all masturbated now, aching to be filled by the priest’s cock. Amid the shame and lust crashing through Abigail was pride.

I’m the woman he fucks. The whore he wants the most. He’s already cum twice and still he fucks me.

“I want him to cum in me, Damien,” Abigail cried out, her lusts forcing her to say those shameful words. The more she embraced her dark, humiliating passions the greater her pleasure swelled. It was a vicious cycle, driving her to hurt her husband worse and worse so she could enjoy the priest’s cock more and more. “I want his cum to fill my body day and night. I want to be impaled on his cock! I love it, Damien!”

“What a whore is woman!” cried out the priest with all the passion of a preacher orating a Sunday sermon. “What a depraved work she is. Consumed by her inequities, driven by her passions, slave to her wanton desires. She must be constantly tamed or she wanders. She must be kept on her knees, on her back, submitting to her man or another will steal her.

“Someone stronger. Someone better.”

“Yes, yes, someone better, Damien!” Abigail screamed as another orgasm burst through her body.

The humiliation in her husbands eyes drove the dark hunger inside the vampiress. She glutted on it. Her pleasure engulfed her mind. Transcended bliss hit her. Peaks of passions she had never experienced before. The world swam about her.

She heaved on the desk. Wood cracked as her fists drummed against it. Every nerve in her undead body rejoiced while her soul ripped itself in half, the pain of hurting Damien transforming into the sweetest bliss.

“I am Father Augustine’s whore!”

…you are not his whore… Aurora whispered out of the lusts pouring through Abigail’s body. …he abuses my lust…

“Aurora?” Abigail gasped, casting her gaze around her. She stared back at the priest and it all crystallized. The hungers that consumed Abigail weren’t her own. She didn’t lust for the priest. He merely infected her with Aurora’s power. The angel was in him, trapped, reaching out.

“What?” growled the priest as he buried his cock into Abigail’s asshole.

“It’s not your cock…I love,” panted Abigail, her pleasure still wracking her body. “But the lust…from Aurora. She’s in him…Damien…feeding him…infecting me… Oh, fuck, yes!”

Pleasure consumed Abigail’s mind.

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Abigail’s words cut through Damien’s despair.

He lifted his eyes, staring at his wife. For a moment, her green depths cleared of passion as she spoke those words. A surge of hope shot through Damien. His wife wasn’t the priest’s whore. She was infected by him.

She needs me.

Aurora needs me.

“Whore, you worship my cock!” snarled Father Augustine, fucking Damien’s wife harder.

She moaned and gasped, lost to the lust again, poisoned by it, forced to hurt Damien. The dark, depraved lust would feed Aurora the most. She would want Abigail to perform the vilest sex acts, to humiliate herself and others.

And now so does the priest.

His angel was in the priest, trapped. Damien had to rescue her somehow. The vampire only had one weapon, his gift. Every vampire had one. Abigail could mesmerize with her gaze, Rosa could walk in sunlight, Mary could move with blurring speed.

And Damien could use telekinesis.

He reached out his thoughts towards Father Augustine and touched him. The priest grunted and snarled, pounding Abigail’s ass without mercy, consumed with lust. He has to make her take her words back. Abigail has to be his whore.

Damien caught flickers of thoughts. He wasn’t sure why. His power was telekinesis. It was an act of desperate hope to reach out, and yet there was something surrounding the priest, a dark nimbus of malevolent thought. An entity who reacted with something pumping through Damien’s blood.

The nimbus latched onto Damien’s telekinesis. The alien thoughts in the priest seized Damien’s and hauled his soul from his body. He fell through darkness into the priest’s corrupted soul. Shock flooded the vampire as he stood on nothing in a void, buffeted by the priest’s lusts.

A woman stood before him. She appeared young, youthful, eighteen, but her violet eyes were ancient. A predatory smile crossed her schoolgirl face while black-feathered wings spread behind her. Her body was petite, her dark-red nipples hard.

“Jezebel,” Damien growled as he rose in the priest’s soul.

“Well, this is a surprise,” the sultry voice of the demon purred.

…sir, please, save me…

Aurora’s voice came from the demon. Damien narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. “You have my property, Demon.”

“And you think you can take her back?” laughed Jezebel.

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Jezebel had seen many strange things in her eons of life, but never had a vampire’s blackened soul appeared before when she possessed another. It should not have been possible for Damien to fall into the priest. Not even if Damien possessed the ability to astral project like some of his foul ilk could.

And yet he is here. How?

Damien snarled and launched himself at Jezebel. The demon danced back, her wings flapping. The violence tore at the priest’s soul. Like when Aurora entered to challenge Jezebel this morning, their battle inflicted harm on Father Augustine.

Damien moved fast. His talent as a fighter translated into his perception of himself here. His fist struck Jezebel in the face, sparking black energy and sending her reeling back. Jezebel stumbled, rubbing her jaw and staring at him.

“You have a bit of me in you,” the demon purred.

“What?” Damien growled as he lunged his hands to grapple the demon.

She tried to dodge, but he was fast. He caught her right wrist, spun her around and twisted it behind her back. Pain flared through Jezebel as his free hand grabbed her other arm, pinning it to her side.

“You fed on…Donna,” Jezebel smiled. “One of my familiars. The priest transformed her for me. And now her blood is in you. My power is in you. That is very interesting.”

“I don’t care,” Damien growled, maneuvering her arms. He seized both her wrists in one hand, his grip powerful. His other wrapped around her body and seized her by the throat. “Release Aurora or I will kill you.”

Jezebel laughed. “Why kill me when you can fuck me?”

The demon diverted the power she siphoned from Aurora, denying it to the priest and giving it to Damien. Lust poured into the vampire. Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock went hard, jabbing into the demon’s ass.

“Mmm, doesn’t that feel wonderful,” purred the demon. She undulated her ass, rubbing on his throbbing cock. “Don’t you just want to satiate yourself.”

“No,” he groaned, his voice throaty. “I want my angel back.”

“But she’s my pet. You can join her.”

Damien’s hand tightened on her neck for a moment. She shuddered and moaned. His dick ached so hard. He trembled, fighting against the angel’s lusts. But he was weak, his soul ultimately mortal and corruptible.

“You can know my flesh. I can satiate your hard cock. Release me and you shall have every delight known to the universe. Every nerve stimulated.”

His dick throbbed against her. He growled but his grip relaxed. He released her arms to hug her from behind. His hands found her small breasts, tweaking her nipples as his hips pumped against her, sliding his dick through the cheeks of her ass.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” purred Jezebel. “Mmm, satiate your lusts.”

“Let me fuck you,” panted Damien. “Please, I need it.”

“You do,” she moaned, “but you’ve been so bad. You need to earn my pussy.”

“How? Anything!”

Jezebel laughed and twisted in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his muscular chest. She loved his physical strength. It mattered not at all. Strength of spirit was all that mattered, and Damien’s soul was an infant compared to hers.

“Kneel and pleasure your Mistress, Damien.”

“Yes,” he groaned, his dark eyes burning. His hard cock throbbed against her stomach, leaking precum.

Then he fell to his knees before her, staring up at her with adoration. His strong hands gripped her thighs as he pressed his face between her thighs. She shuddered as his masculine lips found her pussy. He ate her hard, fast, frantic. His tongue slid through her folds, brushing her clit.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, worship your Mistress.”

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Father Augustine fucked Abigail hard, fast. He ignored the pain throbbing in his chest. The pain didn’t matter. He was strong. He had to force Abigail to admit the truth and say his cock made her wet. That she was his whore.

She lusts for me, not for some angel. Lying cunt!

“Say how much you love my cock!” he growled and cracked his hand hard on her ass.

She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Oh, it’s the angel’s lusts. It makes your cock seem wonderful. But it’s not. Mmm, no it’s not. Any cock would feel amazing with Aurora’s desires flooding in me.”

“Fucking whore! Stop lying!”

“Yes, stop lying,” Mary hissed.

“Sire was weak. The priest is stronger, better,” gloated Rosa. “You’re such a bitch, Abigail. Weak like my Sire.”

And then the lusts fled Father Augustine. His dick went limp in Abigail’s asshole. He shook his head, exhaustion swirling around him. The energy that filled him, sent to him by the feminine voice, withdrew. Not all of it, but enough for him to feel the exhaustion from an entire day’s worth of fucking. He let go of Damien. The vampire fell limp to the floor, unconscious.

“What?” he demanded. “Why have you withdrawn from me?”

The vampiresses shook their hands, lust fading from their eyes. Their horny moans ended. Abigail rose from the desk while the other four stopped masturbating fiercely. Joy looked at the priest, concern painting her face. The priest grit his teeth, fighting the exhaustion.

“Answer me? What is going on?”

“You’ve lost Aurora’s lust,” Abigail hissed. “You fucking asshole.”

“You made me beg for your cock,” Lynette snarled, sliding alongside Abigail. Faust’s former pet glared at the priest while Abigail bared her fangs.

“That disgusting cock,” Abigail added, glancing at Lynette. “We should teach him a lesson.”

“Yes.” Anger flashed in both vampiress’s eyes.

Abigail and Lynette lunged at the priests, hissing with fury, their fangs flashing. They crashed into the priest, fingernails scratching at his skin as their teeth tried to find his flesh. The priest grunted, seized them, threw them to the ground.

He still had his strength. Most of it. But the voice had withdrawn power. Why?

Samantha and Mary followed, leaping at the priest, howling their fury.

Abigail rolled to her feet, a vicious smile on her face. Fear beat in the priests heart. He needed all the power. He threw Samantha across the room. She slammed into one of the large windows looking out on Chicago. Her body cracked the thick glass before she fell to the floor.

“Oh, we are going to feast on you, Father,” Abigail promised as she stood up.

Rosa crashed into Abigail.

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Abigail grunted as Rosa slammed into her side. The two vampiresses hit the floor in a ball. Rosa’s fingernails went for Abigail’s throat, ripping and tearing. Abigail grunted and planted her knee into Rosa’s stomach and heaved her off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Abigail gasped as Rosa tumbled away.

The Latina vampiress rolled into a crouch, her dark eyes feral, her tits heaving. “Freedom from Damien’s collar!”

“He sired you,” Abigail gasped in shock.

“And you rebelled against your sire,” sneered Rosa. “Why are you surprised I’m rebelling against mine?”

Anger soared through Abigail. Behind her, Samantha, Mary, and Lynette fought the weakened priest. Abigail wanted to rip off the priest’s cock, but she had to take care of the bitch before her. “My husband owns you, cunt.”

“Not any longer. He’s too weak to stand up to the priest.”

Rosa’s hand shot out and snatched up a white oak crossbow bolt from Joy’s discarded quiver. Rosa grimaced. Smoke curled around the vampire’s fist as she rose. She held the crossbow bolt like an icepick.

“I’ll kill you first,” Rosa smiled. “I want Damien to suffer.”

“He gifted you immortality.”

Exultation burned in Rosa’s eyes. “That was his mistake. Men think with their dicks too much.”

Abigail hissed and lunged at Rosa. Their feet slapped on the tiled floors. They stepped over the half-conscious women and clashed. Rosa slashed with the bolt, her hand trailing smoke. Abigail twisted her body, moving, dodging.

Rosa had enhanced strength and reflexes, but she was new to fighting. Abigail knew her body. She had spent over a decade fighting vampires as a regular human. Her transformation had honed her instincts and skills to deadly perfection.

But Rosa had a weapon.

The bolt blurred as it sought to find Abigail’s flesh. The vampiress darted back then circled Rosa. Abigail kept moving, waiting, watching. Rosa screeched and hissed, her attacks furious but uncoordinated.

“You and Damien are both so weak,” Rosa laughed as she lunged in. “Caring about our prey. Keeping me from feasting.”

“Caring about survival,” sneered Abigail. “Do you have any idea what is out there? The forces that hunt our kind? You would be killed in a week.”

“Like any human could kill me!”

Rosa lunged hard. Abigail caught Rosa’s wrist. The vampiress gasped as Abigail twisted the hand clutching the crossbow bolt and drove the white oak shaft into Rosa’s chest. The vampiress’s eyes widened. Her body went limp as the paralyzation took over.

Rosa crumpled to the ground.

“I killed my first vampire at eighteen,” Abigail sneered. “Four of us, humans, untrained, unskilled, killed him. Sure two of us died, but that didn’t matter. He was dead.”

Rosa stared up at Abigail. “Please…don’t.”

“Kill you?” Abigail planted her foot on Rosa’s throat. “Do you think Damien would forgive your betrayal? Do you really think he’s weak?”

“Yes…he wouldn’t want…one of his women…killed.”

“But you’re not one of his women any longer.” Abigail bent down and grasped Rosa’s head. She squeezed the vampiress’s skull, getting a firm grip. “You tried to kill me. You’re no better than Faust.”

“I’m sorry.”

Abigail twisted. Meat tore. Bones popped. Rosa’s head ripped from her body, blood spurting dark across the floor and forming a lake of crimson. The vampiress died. Abigail held her head then tossed it to the side. Before it stopped rolling, it desiccated black and then became dust.

The blonde whore of the priest fought with Lynette, shattering through the illusions conjured by the vampiress. Samantha and Mary pummeled the priest. He fell to his knees, covering himself as the two vampiresses tore at his flesh. His cassock shredded, blood oozing down his body.

“I need the power back!” snarled the priest. “Why have you forsaken me?”

Abigail didn’t care why he was weakened. Her fingers flexed. She stepped over her husband’s body, hoping he still lived, as she marched on the priest. He had to pay for violating her body and forcing her to say all those disgusting words.

“Yes!” growled the priest. “YES!”

His voice boomed through the room. Windows shattered. Abigail staggered. Such power brimmed in his shout. He rose. A single blow cracked Mary in the skull, throwing the vampiress into an unconscious heap. Samantha turned to vapor. He seized her mist and she reformed in his hand.

“Traitorous bitch.”

He smashed her into the floor. Samantha groaned and spasmed.

“And you.” The priest fixed mad eyes on Abigail. “You will admit the truth. You! Loved! My! Cock!”

The priest lunged at Abigail, a black blur, moving as fast as Mary. Abigail gasped, his fist suddenly about her throat. He lifted her into the air, his hand squeezing her. She kicked and struggled, her fingernails scratching at his arm.

It was like scratching diamond.

He brought her to the desk an slammed her down onto her back. The wood groaned and cracked. The desk wobbled beneath her, still held together but coming closer and closer to shattering. The priest brandished his cock, stroking it hard again.

“You will love my cock again!” he snarled.

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“Fuck her,” Jezebel hissed, staring up into the dark void, speaking to the priest. “Dominate her again.”

Lust still gripped Damien. His tongue licked and explored the demon’s cunt. Her spicy musk filled his nose and stained his lips. He loved her flavor. His dick ached to fuck her even as the strength of her lust wained.

A part of Damien realized she diverted energy back to the priest. Not all of it. She kept back the lusts. They poured into Damien, compelling him to keep licking her cunt. His dick had to be satisfied and if he pleased her he would get his release.

It angered and humiliated him that he submitted. He was helpless again, helpless before his lusts like he was helpless to stop Faust and Father Augustine from fucking his wife. Abigail’s moans echoed through his mind, memories of both times she cuckolded him echoing together, merging so it seemed both the vampire and the priest fucked her at once, an amalgamation that drove his hatred.

“Oh, yes,” panted Jezebel. “Mmm, you’re even more eager. I love it. Keep licking me that hard and you’ll make me cum.”

…keep a hold…of that anger…sir… Aurora whispered. …embrace it…it protects you…from my…lusts…

Damien ripped his heart to pieces as he recalled every wanton moan Abigail made as she writhed on Faust’s and Father Augustine’s cocks. Every buck, every orgasm, every ripple of pleasure across her face. He seized it while his tongue kept licking through the demon’s cunt. His hands clenched on Jezebel’s ass.

“Mmm, yes, you love your Mistress’s cunt. Once I cast your soul out of here, I’ll make Augustine fuck your ass. And you’ll beg for it. Beg to be his boy toy while your wife is his slut.”

His anger spiked even harder. He snarled into her cunt as he plunged his tongue deep into her hot depths. He hated how hard his cock was. Hated the urge to obey her and bend over and accept the priest’s cock like a true cuckold.

…yes…yes…sir…now use…that anger…free me…lash out…with your…telekinesis…break my…prison…

Damien focused all his rage and humiliation into a single, concentrated thought. He thrust it like a dagger, following the trail of Aurora’s whispers. Jezebel gasped above him as his telekinesis knifed through her soul, piercing into a prison and creating the tiniest of holes.

Yes, yes, Sir, Abigail shouted, her thoughts so much clearer. She touched his telekinesis. Now rip me free.

Damien heaved against the prison. He growled. Jezebel screamed and released his hair. She stumbled back, her head waving wildly as she clutched at her stomach. She fixed her violet eyes on Damien.

“You!” she hissed. “What are you…? No!”

The sea of anger and shame poured Damien’s thoughts. He heaved open Aurora’s prison, ripping the demon’s soul. She screamed in agony as a head emerged from her stomach. Black hair dangled as Aurora pulled herself out. Her shoulders emerged and then her large breasts and crimson wings. They flapped as she wiggled.

Damien gained his feet. He rushed to her and seized her arm.

“Sir!” she cried out in delight as he pulled her into his arms and out of the demon’s soul.

His angel hugged him, her wings wrapping about his body. His cock ached against her flesh, her nipples hard against his. She laughed and cried into his neck, her body shaking in his embrace. His angel was freed. His angel was his.

“Nooooo!” howled the demon.

Damien smiled.

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Aurora’s soul sang for joy in Damien’s arms. Her vampire. He had come for her. Rescued her from her own hubris. She was weak, her lusts uncontrollable. She needed to be leashed to a will, focused and directed.

She needed to be Damien’s.

Jezebel hissed behind her.

Anger replaced joy. It transformed into hatred and then to the purest odium. “Sir,” Aurora purred, twisting in Damien’s arms, “we have a demon to deal with.”

“Yes,” Jezebel purred, her hand sliding down to rub at her pussy.

Lusts seized Aurora. The demon pulled her fingers from her cunt and flicked her juices through the air. The scent beckoned Aurora. She had to feast and feed her hungers. Her soul ached and her pussy clenched to worship the demon’s cunt.

But she also had her master’s cock to serve. To love. His girth pressed into her hip, hard and throbbing. She focused on it, on his precum smearing into her skin. She absorbed his lust, removing it from his body, allowing him to think clearly.

“Sir, what shall we do with her?” purred Aurora. “The demon-slut promised you satisfaction, but it feels like she failed to deliver.”

“Yes, she did,” Damien growled.

Jezebel sauntered closer, her petite body bursting with all the promise of youthful delight. She cupped her small breasts and pinched dark-red nipples. “I’m right here. Come worship my body.”

Aurora moved first, her crimson wings flapping and carrying her through the priest tumultuous soul. She seized Jezebel and pressed her body against the demon. Jezebel purred as their nipples kissed. Then the demon seized Aurora’s face.

“You will be mine again. Don’t you want to be my whore. I’ll summon my—”

Aurora seized a nipple and twisted. The demon’s words cut off in a moan of painful pleasure. The demon shuddered. Like the vampires, agony and rapture were linked, both merging together, giving them bliss.

“You’re the one that needs to kneel,” Aurora hissed into the demon’s ear. “You have a cock to please.”

Aurora delighted in the rapture crossing Jezebel’s face followed by realization. The demon shook her head. Fingers smeared in demonic cunt rubbed against Aurora’s body, sweeping up to her bountiful breasts, infecting her with desire.

“You have to submit to me,” gasped the demon. “You have to sin with me.”

“But God has given me Damien and his wonderful cock to serve,” Aurora whispered. “The Lord has provided me with a dick to fuck. Don’t you want to experience it in your whorish cunt?”

Aurora shoved her hand between the demon’s thighs and rubbed at her wet pussy. Jezebel groaned, her body shifting, lust infecting her. Aurora glanced at Damien. He nodded his approval, standing strong and proud, her lusts in his hands.

“You have to…submit…” panted the demon. Her hand shot out. Her sword formed.

Aurora’s fingers rubbed at the demon’s clit. A moan escaped Jezebel’s lips. She shuddered, her knees buckled, and then she collapsed. Her breasts jiggled as she knelt. Damien approached and Aurora seized the demon’s black hair.

“Which hole would you prefer, Sir?”

Damien thrust his cock into Jezebel’s open mouth. The demon grunted and gurgled as the vampire’s cock speared down her throat. Aurora smiled, her pussy clenching every time Damien’s heavy balls slammed into the demon’s throat.

“Is her mouth wonderful, Sir?” Aurora asked. She moved to him and pressed her body into his strong back. She rubbed her clit into his muscular ass, pumping with him, matching his rhythm as she ground on him. She drank his lusts as they poured out of him. “Does she please you?”

“Yes,” growled Damien. “The fucking slut greatly pleases me.”

“Good,” laughed Aurora.

Her lips nibbled on Damien’s neck. Her clit ached against his ass. He was so strong. She rubbed her breasts into his back, her nipples bursting with excitement. “She’s the one that really cuckolded you, Sir. Fuck her mouth hard. Punish her.”

“You made my wife say those vile words,” snarled Damien. “You made her addicted to the priest’s cock!”

“She did, Sir!”

Damien fucked Jezebel harder. Aurora’s pussy spasmed. Wicked waves of heat rushed through the angel’s body. Her crimson wings twitched and flapped. She savored the wet, obscene sound of the demon sucking on Damien’s cock, his shaft thrusting down her throat.

Aurora’s clit ached on Damien’s ass. She ground harder, loving his power. Her juices coated his ass as her orgasm built and built. Her hands stroked his stomach and chest, drinking in all his strength as she nibbled on his neck.

“Cum down her throat,” gasped Aurora. “Make her drink all your cum. She forced the priest to fuck your wife. He forced Abigail to love it.”

“You fucking cunt!” growled Damien.

His strokes were so hard. The slap of his balls on Jezebel’s chin so loud. Aurora shuddered. She moaned. Her fingernails scraped along Damien’s chest as her orgasm exploded through her. She bucked and gasped, juices squirting out of her body.

Damien growled, feeding on her lusts. “Aurora!”

“Cum in her, Sir!” the angel screamed as the rapture flowed through her mind. Her great enemy was defeated. Jezebel undone. “Dump your cum down her throat.”

Her wings threw wide as a second wave of bliss washed through her body. Her hands gripped Damien as he thrust his cock deep down Jezebel’s throat. The vampire snarled as Aurora felt his balls unload. His body twitched with each pulse of his cum.

“That’s it. Dump your cum in the whore!”

Jezebel moaned. Her wings flapped. Aurora drank in her lust, too, as her orgasm burst through her.

The world whirled around them as Jezebel swallowed Damien’s cum. It spun and suddenly light engulfed them, harsh and artificial. Women groaned around him. Blood scented the air. Violence of the real world.

The priest lay collapsed on the floor. Abigail set up from a desk, her legs spread wide, her pussy covered in cum. Aurora licked her lips, wanting to feed on all that delicious jizz that leaked out of her while Damien continued to growl and dump his cum down Jezebel’s throat.

“May I punish her, Sir?” Aurora whispered.

“Yes,” Damien snarled and ripped his cock from Jezebel’s mouth.

Aurora summoned her corrupted sword. It dripped with blood. Jezebel panted, cum staining her lips, her eyes dazed from her orgasm. Aurora trembled. Her nipples ached as she placed the edge of her sword on Jezebel’s neck.

The demon looked up. “I guess you finally won.”

Aurora smiled and raised her blade. “I did.”

She swung. The demon’s head parted from her body. It tumbled across the floor. It came to a rest, eyes wide. Aurora savored it. An orgasmic shudder rippled through her body as the demon’s head and body melted into shadows and poured down. The shadows didn’t sink through the building, but through reality, taking the demon back to perdition.

Aurora planted her sword’s point into the floor and leaned on it, surveying the battlefield. Joy rushed to the priest, grabbing him and dragging him away. Lynette, Samantha, and Mary lay groaning on the ground while Rosa lay dead.

Abigail gained her feet. “Damien?”

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Damien stared at his wife. She trembled before him. Blood stained her hands. Rosa’s blood. She killed my vampiress.

“Damien?” she repeated as he stepped towards her.

Father Augustine’s cum stained her thighs. The blonde carried the priest away. He stumbled, his body injured. A lingering touch of friendship, a decade of mentoring, held Damien from following. It wasn’t the priest but Jezebel who caused so much pain to Damien. Father Augustine was possessed, the demon’s tool.

And the demon was dead.

“Damien, I…” Abigail swallowed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it…and…” She glanced at her fingers. “Rosa tried to kill me. And…”

Damien seized her red hair and yanked hard. She gasped in pain as he pulled her across the room towards the large windows that ran from floor to ceiling. Most were shattered. The Chicago skyline glowed with artificial lights, the moon hanging above, Lake Michigan a wine-dark sea in the distance.

“Damien, please, it wasn’t me,” she gasped as he shoved her against an intact window.

“I know,” he whispered into her ear as he drove his cock into her pussy.

“Damien!” she gasped, her voice throaty. “Mmm, yes, Damien.”

Her body undulated, her breasts streaking across the glass as her hips bucked back into his thrusts. Her pussy was a hot, molten furnace, swimming with the priest’s seed. He had to cleanse her of the priest’s touch, fuck her over and over, cum in her.

“You’re mine,” Damien growled into her ear.

“Yes,” she answered, her pussy hot on his dick, gripping him. “And you’re mine!”

“Yes.” Damien kissed at her neck, tasting her flesh, her blood pumping beneath her skin.

Beckoning.

He bit. Her blood flowed salty-sweet into his mouth. He shuddered, his dick aching in her depths. He pounded her hard. The tinted glass flexed with each thrust. Abigail’s hips undulated, her pussy clenching and unclenching, loving his cock.

“It wasn’t you,” growled Damien. “Neither times. It was their control. They made you be their whores!”

“Yes!”

Their flesh slapped together. Her blood and tart pussy filled the air. A wonderful scent. He feasted on it. His teeth bit over and over, loving the hot spurts of her life flooding his mouth. She shuddered each time, her pussy clenching.

Below, sirens howled. More Chicago PD rushing to the scene. “Samantha,” gasped Abigail. “Go stop the cops.”

“Yes, Dam,” groaned the Vampiress.

“Mary and Aurora, help her,” ordered Damien.

“Gladly, Sire,” purred Mary.

“Yes, Sir.”

Damien didn’t care about the approaching cops. He had his wife. She bucked and shuddered. Her orgasm exploded through her. The vampiress’s pussy spasmed about Damien’s cock. A hot, sucking pleasure. He grunted, loving the feel.

I made her cum.

Her juices washed out around his cock, forcing out the priest’s cum. She twisted against the glass, looking over her shoulders at him. She moaned, her green eyes flashing. His cock popped out of her cunt as she spun in his embrace, her breasts heaving before him.

“Mmm, now you can really fuck me,” she grinned, throwing her legs about his waist and slamming her cunt down his cock.

“Yes!” he growled as he seized her ass, holding her tight as he pounded her against the window.

The glass flexed. Groaned. Shattered. Shards reigned down upon them, cutting them. Their blood flowed about their bodies. Hot and salty. The rushing air swirled about them as their hands rubbed each other, massaging blood into muscles.

“Oh, yes,” Abigail moaned, licking at his wounds, drinking his blood, her pussy spasming about his cock.

“Cum in me! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, Damien! Do it! Spill in me! I need it.”

Damien let out a throaty growl and slammed her pussy down his cock. She bucked and shuddered. Her head rolled back in her head. She gasped and shuddered. Hot, silky flesh massaged Damien’s cock, eager for his cum.

“Abigail!”

His balls unloaded. He flooded her with his jizz, washing away the last of the priest’s cum. She was his. He trembled before the city of Chicago, exulting in his wife’s cunt and their shared pleasure. Their lips met, stained with both their blood.

Damien held onto his wife, treasuring this moment.

And then something stirred behind them.

“Lynette,” Abigail groaned.

Damien turned to see his wife’s best friend from high school. She looked the same, eighteen, black-haired, beautiful. Vincent’s first victim. I should have known she would have ended up with Faust.

Lynette stretched, her battered body healing. “That blonde bitch can punch.”

“She was a demon’s familiar,” Damien answered. “That was why she was so strong. She had Jezebel’s power in her.”

Lynette shook her head. “Faust is dead?”

Damien smiled. “Yes.”

“It all went to shit,” she laughed, slumping down in the plush leather chair. “I spent over a decade maneuvering Faust to kill the pair of you and it utterly destroys him. Everything he worked on, all the influence in Chicago he curried, all the souls he supplied to Jezebel. He was unstoppable, and then he grew to like my pussy.”

Damien set Abigail down. His wife stretched then walked to Lynette. “Now, what do we do with you?”

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Father Hyrum Augustine woke up from a dark dream, the first golden rays of sunlight peaking through a gap in the curtain and landing right on his eyes. A soft voice talked in the background, droning on, like the news.

The priest stared at the sun. His soul felt…unburdened. The feminine presence, the demon he had glimpsed in the final moments of consciousness sucking Damien’s cock was gone from his soul. He was clean.

Tears beaded his eyes. “Lord, Lord, what did I do?”

“You’re awake,” a woman said. “Father, you’re awake.”

He turned his head in time to see Joy, wearing a long t-shirt as a nightgown, fling herself at him. She buried her face into his chest, her body shaking as her tears wept from her eyes. He stared down at her, the poison gone from his thoughts and no feminine voice whispered tainted guidance.

“Joy,” he croaked.

“You’re awake. I was so worried, Father.” She looked up at him, blue eyes shining with tears and more. Then she leaned up, her ruby lips wet, reaching for his.

He caught her shoulders, pushing her back. “No.”

She blinked. “Father? It’s been three days. Don’t you need to satiate yourself with my sinful body?” She let out a purring moan. “I didn’t masturbate. I wanted to, but I controlled my sin. For you, Father.”

He shook his head, more tears coming. “Oh, Lord, what did I do to you?” All the degrading words he had said, spilling from the black part of his soul, rose in his memory. His lusts had festered in him, a rot the demon had used to consume and possess him.

Donna and Samantha stolen from their families, transformed into vampires. All because I could not control myself.

“You’re not sinful,” he groaned. He had believed those words gripped by his lusts and the demon. They were a shield, a dodge for his own sin. “You’re just you, Joy.”

“Father?” she asked. “But…but…I’m so horny. So wanton. I love sex.”

“That’s just being human.” He closed his eyes and stroked her head with a strong hand. He felt strong. He opened his eyes and stared at his chest, muscular and youthful. His body’s changes had remained when Jezebel fled him.

Lord, you have given me a second chance.

“Damien?”

“He let us escape,” Joy said. “The news is talking about it nonstop. Here.” She grabbed the remote from the nightstand.

We’re in a motel room.

Joy turned up the volume of the TV. Shots of Faust Tower surrounded by rescue workers, lines of body bags stretched out on the sidewalk besides burning wrecks of cars.

“Chicago still reels three days after two terrorist attacks devastated the city’s leadership and police force. In the early dawn, many prominent City, County, State, and Federal leaders, including the Mayor of Chicago, both Senators for the state of Illinois, and five Representatives were killed in a mansion on the Gold Coast. And then another hundred members of Chicago’s Finest fell defending Faust Tower against their second attack.”

“Sweet Mother of God,” the priest gasped. “Damien and his women did all…” He closed his eyes. “I ordered those cops to be there. I…”

“It was the demon,” Joy whispered. “I felt her leave me when she died. The stain that gave me power and…”

The priest wept, and Joy held him to her breast. She stroked his hair and soothed him. He clung to her for a long time, pouring out his sins and promising to do better. He had his second chance. He wouldn’t fail.

“We still have the weapons,” Joy whispered. “We can still fight evil. Just like you planned.”

The priest looked up at her through tear-stained eyes. The motel room’s light haloed about her golden hair. “What?”

“If the demon used us for evil, we can get back at her by doing good.” She cupped his whiskered cheeks. “Me and you, Father.”

My second chance.

“We can, child.”

And then her lips kissed his, soft and sweet. He clung to her. Not his whore, but his woman. He was a priest no longer. He had failed to uphold his vows. He had disgraced his church. But he could find a new way to serve mankind.

He would be their protector.

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Britney shuddered as her mother’s fangs bit into her areola. Milk and blood flowed into the vampiress’s mouth. Britney lay on their bed staring up at the cement ceiling blocking out the day’s sun, protecting her family.

“Mommy,” gasped Britney, her hips undulating as her mother fed. After three months, her mother and the other vampires had not tired of feasting on her milk and blood. Britney, along with Vicky, were their thralls.

It was her purpose to be fed on.

The pleasure flowed through her as she savored her mother’s incestuous suckling. Her toes curled every time her mother suckled. Britney loved the way her milk flowed out of her nipple and her blood pumped from her wounds.

And her mother’s venom flowed through her veins.

Stars danced above Britney’s head as she savored her mother’s feasting. Her body twitched and her toes curled. She stroked her mother’s golden hair, the same shade as her own. Britney let out a throaty moan.

“Oh, yes, Mommy. Mmm, you need to feed. You need all the blood so you can be strong and powerful.”

Her mother’s blue eyes flashed up at her. Britney shuddered as she sucked harder. Her pussy dripped with excitement. She humped and writhed, pressing her wet sex into her mother’s flat stomach. Her clit ached, the pleasure bursting in her.

Britney’s heart thundered beneath her breast. She squirmed, grinding harder, smearing her clit against her mother’s flesh. The ache was wonderful. The young woman enjoyed the delight. She licked her lips and moaned again.

“So good, Mommy. I love it when you feed.”

“As much as when Sire does it?” her mother asked, lifting her milk-and-blood-stained lips.

“No, he’s better,” Britney shuddered. “But then he owns me.”

Her mother laughed then slid up Britney’s body. Their large breasts pillowed together as Britney and her mother kissed. The young woman savored her salty blood and creamy milk mixed on her mother’s lips.

This is so wonderful.

Britney didn’t miss her father or infant brother. She had a new family forged by Damien and Abigail’s dark kiss. Britney would never forget it. The hot knife of pain as his fangs sank into her neck followed by ecstasy as her life flowed into his mouth.

She gripped her mother’s ass, their pussies grinding together, their clits rubbing. Her mother broke the kiss and smiled. “Mmm, that’s nice. Do you want to scissor?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, Mommy.”

Her vampiress mother moved with grace Britney envied. Her mother turned around and spread her legs. She twisted as their legs scissored together and then their cunts met in an incestuous kiss. Her mother’s pussy was almost as hot as hers, the vampiress absorbing Britney’s body heat as they writhed together on their bed.

Both women bucked and gasped, their tits heaving as they tribbed their cunts together. Their flowing juices lubed the way. Milk flicked from Britney’s nipples. She brought one to her mouth, suckling her own milk as the pleasure burst in her pussy.

“That’s it, baby girl,” moaned her mother. “Oh, yes, grind that cunt into my flesh. So hot. I love it!”

Britney moaned about her fat nipple. Her milk filled her mouth. She swirled it around, loving the rich flavor. Her toes curled and she ground harder. Her clit ached every time it brushed her mother’s, sparking like flint striking steal.

The sparks showered through her pussy, trying to catch her alight and burn through her body. Her breasts heaved and her nipple popped from her mouth. Her moans joined her mother’s, echoing through the room, bouncing off the heavy reinforced concrete of the bunker walls.

“Oh, yes, Mommy! Let’s cum on each other’s pussies.”

“Ooh, that would be so hot, baby girl! Oh, yes! I’m so close!”

“Me, too, Mommy!”

Britney grasped her mother’s right ankle, holding it as she humped her hips faster. Their pussies rubbed together, the friction growing hotter and hotter between them. Her mother sucked and nibbled on her toes, biting, drawing droplets of blood.

Giving Britney sweet delight.

“Mommy!” she screamed when her pussy burst inside her cunt.

Juices squirted out of her, splashing into her mother’s twat. Britney shuddered, her hips bucking out of control as the pleasure rippled through her. A moment later, her mother screamed and a gush of cream splashed against Britney’s snatch.

“Yes, yes, cum with me, Mommy!” gasped Britney as the waves of pleasure shuddered through her. She embraced them.

“Yes, baby girl,” her mother hissed, her blonde hair tossing and large tits heaving. “Yes, yes, so good.”

The iron door of their room opened. Aurora stuck her head in. The angel’s wings fluttered. Her nose twitched as she inhaled the musk. “Such sweet sin in here.”

“So sweet,” gasped Britney.

“Another monster hunts and prowls,” Aurora purred. “Another vampire feeds.”

“Oh, yes,” Britney gasped, her heart thudding. “A hunt!”

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Damien eyes snapped open. The sounds of approaching feet echoed through the abandoned and decommissioned bunker. It lay in the middle of the Kansas farmland, purchased in secret years ago by Faust as a retreat. Damien set up in his bed, the black sheets falling away from his naked body.

Beside Damien, his two vampiress wives rose. Abigail on his left, her red hair spilling about her naked shoulders, Lynette on his right. She stretched her back, her eyes fixed on the door. Damien heard all his family’s feet out there.

The iron door creaked open. Aurora led them in, Samantha and Mary following, then Donna, and last the two thralls—Britney and Vickie. Aurora’s crimson wings spread wide as she knelt at the foot of his bed.

“Sir.”

“Where is the vampire hunting?” Damien smiled. It had been three weeks since their last hunt.

“Kansas City, Missouri,” Aurora answered. “Three missing, turned or dead.”

“Mmm, foolish vampire to feed so close to us,” Abigail purred. “When is nightfall?”

“Three hours, Ma’am.”

Abigail pressed against Damien, her lips nuzzling at his neck. “Plenty of time for some fun.”

Lynette laughed on the other side, he hand grasping Damien’s cock. He groaned, savoring the feel of her fangs biting into his flesh. Aurora’s mouth engulfed his dick, sucking hard. He ached in her mouth, but not just from delight of his wives and women.

But for the hunt.

The END

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continued from Part II…

The next morning Amber rolled over to find her mother nestled in bed beneath the cold morning sheets with her. They were both still naked from the night before. ‘OMG’ she thought. ‘I really did eat my own mother last night; and she ate me out’.

Amber rose out of bed and snuck off to her room to lie down in her own bed for the rest of the morning. First though, she had to stop in the bathroom. She had to piss so bad, it being first thing in the morning. Her thighs were still sticky with the residue from her cum. Even her face still had the remnant odor of her mom’s cunt.

She took the shortest route through the unused bedroom between her mother’s room and the bathroom. She raced light on her feet to the toilet, lifting the lid off the rim and sitting down her young firm ass cheeks on the cold seat.

She relaxed her bladder letting out a stream of hot piss splash down into the toilet bowl. She closed her eyes, raising her hands into an early AM yawn and stretch; her legs spread out to her sides. Mid yawn she noticed a break in the noise of her piss hitting the water below her. Amber quickly opened her eyes to find her mom on her knees before her. Sam’s hands were cupped between Amber’s legs, forming a shallow reservoir that was overflowing with the hot piss dripping out of Amber’s pussy.”Mom!” Amber said surprised to find the woman she just left in the bed in front of her, catching piss in her hands. “Good morning sweetie” Sam said not breaking eye contact with the splashing yellow liquid running over her fingers. Sam lifter her hands up and away from her daughters pussy, holding them as steady as possible to not drop any on the floor. She tilted her head back and began to pour out the warm piss of her daughter down onto her face and into her open mouth. She tasted the salty liquid, odorous and raw. She swallowed the little that got in her mouth, most of it being dripped on her face and neck. It ran down the top of her chest and over her tits, with rock hard nipples. “Mmmmmmm, I always wanted to do that with your pee baby.”

Amber sat their having squeezed her bladder, stopping any further piss from coming out. She saw her mom there with piss dripping down her hot body and onto the tile floor. Amber began a small smirk and started to stand up. Her eyes met her mothers and they didn’t need to utter a word to each other. Sam sat down all the way on the floor, unfolding her legs after they passed underneath the strong nubile legs of her daughter. Amber stood there over her mother, looking down at her wet face. She lowered her hips and body down so that her pussy was just inches from her mom’s face. She then again relaxed and released a stream of hot piss out of her cunt.

It came down on Sam’s waiting face, splashing off her cheeks and forehead into her hair. Amber aimed her stream right into her mom’s mouth, then out again pouring over her tits. Sam’s skin glistened with the hot piss that ran wildly down her body and coated her skin. This being the first piss of the morning Amber continued to piss all over he mom, until the last drop was out. Sam was drenched. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” grunted Sam, turned on by the smell of piss and the taste of her daughter in and on her. “That was amazing honey. I may want you to pee on me everyday.”

“I think I could do that for you” Amber said smiling back at Sam. “But you have to do something for me.”

“And what’s that dear?”

“Fuck me with one of those strap on dildos you keep under your bed. Fuck me…in my asshole. I want you to be the one who stretches me out and explores my ass. I want you to fuck me until I cum again.”

“Yes, yes…yes and yes” Sam replied. “I will worship your young tight ass for hours” Sam slowly stood up and gently slapped her daughters right tit, letting two finger linger just enough to pinch her nipple as she drew them away. “First let’s get Amy up and enjoy a nice Saturday morning breakfast together.”

Sam got up and grabbed a towel to wipe herself off and then laid on top off the puddle of pee on the floor. Sam didn’t want to shower off the odor of piss on her body. It would keep her turned on for hours and she loved it. “See you downstairs” Sam said as she walked out of the bathroom.

Sam and her two daughters enjoyed a filling breakfast all gazing at each other through the meal. Amber faced fucked her mom with her eyes, obvious to Amy who sat there reimagining the two off them from the night before going down on each other.

The phone rang as they were all taking their dishes to the sink. “Hello” said Sam as she picked up her house phone. “Hey you two!” she exclaimed. “Sure. We don’t have any plans” “Yeah they are right here.” Sam turned the earpiece of the phone towards her daughters. “Say hi to your aunt and uncle”.

“Hey Uncle Max, hey Aunt Susan!” they said back.

Sam returned the phone to her ear. “Sure, a little before dinner sounds great. The girls will be excited to see you and especially Josh, Susan. They had so much fun with him this summer I am sure they will find something to all do together. I am so excited. What a fun quick weekend this will be. OK…see you soon. Bye.”

“So your Uncle Max, your Aunt Susan, and your cousin Josh will be coming over later and staying with us until Monday. Now go upstairs and get ready and clean your bathrooms. You both can come with me to the store later.”

Both daughters agreed and skipped upstairs to get ready for the day. Right before they reached the top of the stairs Sam called out to Amber; “Amber, why don’t you let Amy shower up first. I need you to help me with something in my room real quick.”

Amber’s faced turned red as she replied “Sure mom!” Amy had a hunch they were probably going to fuck around again, but kept on going to clean up. Amy was excited to see her aunt, uncle and especially her cousin who she remember being a gorgeous young man.

Sam opened the door to her room to find Amber standing with her hip cocked out to one side. One hand was on that hip, and the other was raised up dangling a strap on, slightly swaying back and forth. “Is uh..this what you needed me to help you with?” said Amber.

“Yeah sweetie, that is exactly what I needed help with”

Sam strutted towards her daughter, shedding her white t-shirt top and boy shorts along the way. Amber untangled the strap on for her mom and held it open down by her knees. Her mom stepped one foot in, and then the other as Amber pulled it up to her mothers waist. They adjusted the cock together, then tightened the straps so it was snug on Sam’s waist. Sam jiggled the rubber cock a little side to side checking its movements, then put her hand on it, stroking it as if it were her own cock. Hell, it was her own cock. She was about to use all 7” of it on her own daughter. She had an idea.

“Honey” said Sam. “She neared her face towards her daughters who looked eager for what was about to happen. Instead of a gentle kiss, Sam reached her right hand up and grabbed he eldest daughter by the neck. She raised her left hand to cup Amber’s left tit, squeezing it hard. “Mommy is going to make this a little rough for you.”

“I know it is your first time, but I want it to be passionate above all. So I am going to treat you like a little teenage slut. There will be plenty of time for some longer sessions; trust me. But for right now, I am going to give you this dick like the teenage slut you are.”

All Amber could do was nod her head, her face already turning red from the grip her mom had on her neck. Amber’s nipples were hard, sending a signal to Sam that she was ready.

“Now turn the fuck around” said Sam, roughly spinning Amber so she faced the bed. She pushed her over from her waist so she was bent over the bed, her tight round volleyball player’s ass plump and taught. “You have fingered your ass before haven’t you, you little slut.” said Sam.

“Yes, yes I have.”

Sam then kicked her daughters legs open, should width apart. She pulled down her daughters lace panties down just to her above her knees, stretch the thin fabric taught. Sam got down on her knees behind her daughter. She spread Amber’s ass cheeks open revealing the small pink pucker of her asshole. She lapped at it, drawing her tongue from the base of the taint up to the top of her ass crack. She did this over and over, wetting the hole slot between her cheeks. She spit right at her daughters perfect asshole and flexed her tongue stiff so she could jut it directly at the ass opening. “Reach your hand back here.” said Sam.

As soon as Amber’s hand reach backwards Sam grabbed it and slapped it on the top of her daughter’s ass. She licked two of her daughter’s fingers then guided then to the rim of her asshole. She shoved one in up to the first knuckle. Amber let out a brief moan. “That’s it baby. You work that finger into your asshole all the way up as far as it can go. Then you do the other finger. I want both of your dirty hands inside your ass.”

“Ummmm…hmmmm” muttered Amber.

Sam stood up and went over to the night stand where she produced a bottle of lube. She returned to find Amber had just barely started to run the rim of her asshole with the second finger. Sam grabbed her daughter fingers and yanked them away. “Oh no you little sly slut, like this”

Sam squirted lube on the first two fingers of her right hand and jammed them both into her daughters asshole. Amber let out a founder grunt as her own mothers fingers reach into her. Sam twisted her hand at the wrist, moving the fingers inside her daughters ass. She felt the folds and wrinkles inside her daughter and smelled the musk as her daughters asshole began to loosen. Sam loved that stink .She withdrew her fingers, brought them to her nose and whiffed in the musk. It drove her mad. She reach up her hand to her daughters faced and shoved the fingers under her daughters nose and then into her mouth. Amber tasted her own asshole in its raw scented glory.

Sam placed that same hand down upon the back of Ambers head turning it to the side. She pressed Ambers head down into the soft comforter of the bed. Sam was going to restrain her daughters head in that position. Sam used her other hand to begin again working on Amber’s asshole. She kept massaging it, stretching it, and priming it with lube as she hovered over her daughters young body. “You like mommy’s fingers inside you baby?” asked Sam.

“Yeah mommy, they feel so good” Amber said, much of the sound lost in the bed cover. Sam worked three of her fingers in and out of her daughter’s asshole, now faster and faster.

“What about this cock. You want this big dick in your ass?”

“Yessss” mumbled Amber.

Sam looked down to the strap on jutting from her pelvis. With one hand she lined up the tip of the 7” rubber dick with the opening of her daughter’s asshole. Sam pressed the head into her daughter’s asshole. It opened just enough to let the first 2” in. Amber let out a moan mixed of pain and pleasure in equal parts. Amber had only felt her own fingers in her ass, never something with this girth. She tried to relax her bowels to let more in. Sam slowly drew the strap on in and out, each time bringing it a bit further in. Finally with about 2” left to go all the way in Sam gave a hard and fast thrust unlike the ones before it, jamming the cock all the way in, letting her daughters ass push against her own crotch.

Amber let out a small scream. “Shut up you little slut. You want mommy’s dick, this is how you are going to get it.”

Sam then started to rapidly fuck her own daughter in the ass. She raised her torso straight up and grabbed her daughter by the waist. She rammed the dick in and out, clapping her ass cheeks with each slam against her daughter. “Fuck” cried out Amber in ecstasy. Amber reached one of her hands down underneath her and started to fiercely rub her own cunt. The cock being shoved inside her had started to prime her pussy to squirt. It needed just a little more stimulation to get her to the max point of ecstasy.

“Shit mom, I’m going to cum!” exclaimed Amber.

Knowing Amber was going to cum any minute, Sam withdrew the strap on and turned Amber over onto her back, yanked off the panties that had slid down, with her hips still at the edge of the bed. She lifted each of her daughter ankles up in the air and pushed them both away from her and towards Amber. This forced Amber’s pelvis to rotate upward revealing the red skin of her asshole, having been pounded by her mom. Sam shoved the cock back inside the slightly gaped asshole. “So fucking cum you little slut. Cum all over me and yourself. You are mommy’s little anal whore.”

Amber flicked her cloth the point where she was ready. She gushed a fountain of cum straight up out of her cunt and onto her mothers large tits. It gushed out of control, falling back down onto her own body. Sam shoved the little puddles that formed on the surface of her daughters skin down to her daughters asshole so she could shove it into her daughters anal canal.

Amber finally finished cumin and Sam withdrew the strap on, it dripping with juices.

“There you go you little slut. Your first anal fuck from your mom.” Sam lifted Amber up onto her feet, slapped her on the tight young ass she just ravaged and said “Now go clean up baby, we have guests coming.”

Amber was in a daze and jaunted off to her room to clean up. Sam took off the strap on and jumped in the shower to get ready for the day.

to be continued…

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Father Augustine gives into his desires and soils his church by fucking a nubile slut over the altar. Meanwhile, Britney lures her best friend into Damien’s bed so her vampire master can feast on her succulent flesh.

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 4: Slut on the Altar
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

The metal door boomed shut behind Abigail D’Angelo. The room was pitch-black. Her naked feet flexed on the cold concrete. She didn’t mind the cold or the dark. She could see. Everything was painted in hues of blue in the absent of light.

This was her room now. Her Sire’s orders.

Abigail felt the oppression of the sun outside the room and the walls of Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. She curled down naked on the floor, her clothing having been stripped away by Faust, the vampire who Sired her, the moment she arrived before she was shoved into here. She curled up on her side, her arm acting as a pillow.

And closed her eyes.

Damien’s face filled her mind as she sank into sleep. I let him die. There was no way for him to get the keys.

That saddened her. It was her Sire’s will for Damien to die by sunlight, but the human part of Abigail loved her husband. If she was still human, guilt would have clouded her mind and kept sleep away.

She plunged into her dreams.

Abigail watched herself stalking through the cafeteria, moving on the balls of her feet, crossbow in hand. It was…surreal to the vampiress. She sat on one of the cafeteria tables. Her Sire, Faust, watched in the shadows behind the Dream-Abigail as the still-human hunter scanned the darkened room for the vampire.

An exhilaration stirred through Abigail as she watched Faust stalk her dream self. Abigail squeezed her thighs together. Metal chains clinked. They were wrapped around her naked body, made of black iron pitted with blood and rust.

Faust moved, shadow-walking as he crept up on Dream-Abigail. It was his vampire gift. Abigail hadn’t learned what hers was yet. Every vampire had one. Shadow-walking was a powerful ability. Faust would melt into the shadows and then step out of another one.

He grew closer to the oblivious Dream-Abigail. The real Abigail watched, remembering how tense she was as she stalked through the cafeteria. Then Faust appeared before Dream-Abigail. She fired her crossbow bolt, but he vanished back into the shadows and appeared behind her. The real Abigail’s heart beat faster as she watched her dream self fight.

“I am good,” Abigail purred. Faust constantly was forced to dive into the shadows by her dream self’s attacks. “Not better than Sire, but I was amazing.”

Abigail remembered the exhilarating terror of the fight mixed with the slow realization that this vampire wasn’t newly turned but experienced. Faust wasn’t a vampire for Abigail to tackle without Damien for back up.

Vials of holy water smashed on tables. Crossbow bolts twanged through the dark. Faust danced through the shadows, moving with the grace of a vampire. The real Abigail licked her lips, her nipples aching as the climax of the fight drew closer.

Any moment.

Faust ripped the crossbow from Dream-Abigail’s hand before seizing her throat. Abigail’s own throat tightened, remembering her Sire’s crushing grip choking off her air. The vampiress smiled as the dream version of herself ripped out a silver knife and stabbed it into her Sire’s thigh.

“I shouldn’t be happy about hurting Sire,” Abigail whispered. “Even if the knife hadn’t done anything permanent.”

“You should be proud,” a cold, sultry voice hissed.

A third Abigail appeared, naked and predatory. Her face had a shadowed cast, her lips bright-red with blood. More blood splattered her naked body, the coppery scent exciting the real Abigail. Hunger burned in Vampiress-Abigail’s eyes.

She was a true hunter, far beyond the human version that was slammed to the ground by Faust, pinned by his strong grip.

“No,” Dream-Abigail croaked as she struggled for life.

That’s when I knew I was dead. That I was too weak to stop Sire.

Vampiress-Abigail strolled around Faust and Dream-Abigail struggling on the ground. Clothing tore. Dream-Abigail was flipped onto her stomach, the cement cold on her tits. Her jeans were ripped off, baring a curvy ass prodded by Faust’s hard cock.

“This is where he made us weak,” Vampiress-Abigail hissed. “We were strong before.”

“We lost,” the real Abigail pointed out.

Faust thrust into Dream-Abigail’s asshole as his teeth buried into her neck. The real Abigail shuddered, her body remembering the moment of duel penetration—hot cock reaming her asshole, sharp teeth piercing her neck.

“Yes,” sighed Dream-Abigail as Faust’s vampire venom drugged her body. “Oh, yes.”

The real Abigail’s eyes fluttered. It had been ecstasy when her Sire fucked her ass and drank her blood. The pleasure had been so intense as she grew weaker and weaker. Her vision had fuzzed. The pleasure had only increased as he sucked out her blood.

Her asshole had gripped Faust’s cock. Burning, painful pleasure radiated from her bowels, mixing with the ecstasy of his bite. As her blood pumped out of her body, her orgasm had built and built until it exploded through her. Her asshole had writhed about Faust’s thrusting dick.

“So good,” moaned Dream-Abigail as her body shuddered its last convulses while Faust flooded her asshole with his cum, beginning the process of turning her into a vampiress.

My rebirth.

“Whore,” Faust growled then spat on Dream-Abigail’s face.

“He made us his,” Abigail moaned, her hand touching her cheek. Her Sire rose from Dream-Abigail’s corpse, his cum leaking out of her asshole. “He gifted us with immortality.”

“He made us his slave,” spat Vampiress-Abigail as she scrubbed at her cheek. Then she seized the chains wrapped tight about the real Abigail’s naked body. “Pathetic. You submitted.”

“He’s my Sire.”

“He’s our enemy.” Vampiress-Abigail straddled the real Abigail’s waist, their naked breasts pressing together. The blood splattering Vampiress-Abigail’s body smeared on the real Abigail. “You need to break free.”

“Why would I want to?”

“Revenge.” Vampiress-Abigail savored the word. “For our murder. For our enslavement. For our love.”

Vampiress-Abigail kissed the real Abigail. She moaned into the kiss, savoring the coppery blood on Vampiress-Abigail’s lips.

Damien’s blood.

For a single moment, Abigail tried to break out of her iron chains. But they were too strong, crushing her, driving her back into submission. Vampiress-Abigail hissed in frustration and slid off the real Abigail.

“Stop being weak, bitch. Be strong.”

Abigail looked down at her chains. “No one’s strong enough to break these chains.”
Vampiress-Abigail sneered. “You were strong before. Remember the strength that drove you into your High School at eighteen to face your first vampire.”

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Jezebel the demon floated through the Ether, the reality that separated Life from Beyond. From here, demons and angels could affect the lives of mortals. She hovered around Father Augustine, the chaplain to a pair of vampire hunters.

Father Augustine was important. He would protect a valuable client. The demon merely had to finish corrupting him.

He was a priest, a shaman. He had sworn the sacred oaths, giving him power over monsters and the undead. His prayers helped to armor Damien and Abigail D’Angelo, the Knights Venator that hunted vampires with Father Augustine. His power was so attractive to Jezebel, and if she could corrupt him in the sanctum of his church, his soul would crack.

And she would fill it.

The priest pulled his parish van into Our Lady of Heaven, the Catholic church for the small town of Pingree Grove outside of Chicago. He had driven from Santa Fe with the weapons and equipment stored in the back.

He wasn’t alone. The weapon of Jezebel’s corruption—a runaway girl, barely eighteen, named Joy—was with him. She was the priest’s slut. He had dominated her and claimed her fully as his thanks to a few interventions from Jezebel.

“So this is it?” Joy asked. “Where you will teach me to fight evil?”

“Yes,” the priest grinned as he stared at her lush thighs revealed by her small shorts. “And you will repay me.”

“I will, Father,” she nodded, her nipples hard.

Jezebel smiled as the final instrument of her plan walked up, a tartan skirt swirling about her naked thighs—Mary Daniels. A young woman so corrupted by sin, Jezebel didn’t even have to nudge her on this path.

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“Hi, Father,” a voice purred as Father Hyrum Augustine climbed out of the van, tired after the long drive. “I’m glad you’re here. I was so naughty last night. I need to confess all. My. Sins.” Her last three words were punctuated by her breathy passion.

A shudder ran through the priest—Mary Daniels, the source of all his temptations. The first time he fucked Joy, it was the bleached-blonde creature strutting before him he had imagined. Mary was a coquettish eighteen-year-old, far too aware how her tight, youthful body made men ache. Her breasts were small points in her tight boob tube and her short, pink-and-black tartan skirt swirled about her bare thighs.

They were tan and perfect.

The little whore tempts me with sin. Father Augustine’s cock swelled to a full mast beneath his black cassock.

“I just returned from a long trip,” Father Augustine said, trying to fight his sin. Women always tempt men with their filthy bodies. She is just as much a whore as Joy.

“But…what if I were to die without confessing all my dirty, wicked sins.” Mary’s nipples were hard against her boob tube.

The little strumpet tempts me. Her wickedness knows no bounds. I should bend her over the altar and fuck her.

“Father?” Joy said, walking around the van holding his duffel bag and her backpack. “Where would you like this?”

Mary blinked.

“She’s a…volunteer,” Father Augustine quickly said. “She’ll be helping out around the church in exchange for a roof and food. She is…most unfortunate.”

“How wonderfully generous of you, Father,” Mary purred, her blue eyes twinkling. “Why don’t you unlock the church, and I’ll wait in the confession box for you.”

Wicked harlot. She wants to make me hard again and leave the church without satiating what she aroused. The priest glanced at Joy. An idea crossed his mind.

“Very well, child,” Father Augustine said, pulling out his keys from a pocket. He walked to the church’s side door and unlocked it. “Wait inside. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Father,” grinned Mary.

She spun, her skirt flaring up, flashing the bottoms of her asscheeks and a hint of pink, frilly panties before she marched in. Father Augustine’s cock ached harder. Sweat broke out across his forehead as he watched her hips sway.

“Wow,” Joy whispered. “What a whore.”

“She’s just like you,” Father Augustine growled. He turned and pinched Joy’s hard nipple through her blouse. “You’ll be quiet when you follow me into the confessional booth. You will kneel and you will suck my cock while I listen to her filthy sins.”

“Yes, Father,” gasped Joy, her eyes wide, her lips oh, so moist.

“Good, my cottage is back here. You will be sleeping in there from now on.”

Joy nodded and he let go of her nipple. Her thighs squeezed tight together. The little whore was wet, eager to give into her sins and tempt him into fornication. The memory of her hot, silky, wet flesh wrapped about his cock shuddered through the priest.

Father Augustine led the whore to his cottage while thoughts of Mary danced in his head. She was bent over the altar, her skirt sliding up and exposing her naked pussy. For once, the little whore would pay for leading the Father into sin.

For a moment, Father Augustine thought he heard a wicked laugh drift through his ears.

After deposing his duffel bag and Joy’s backpack in his small, austere bedroom—a small bed, white comforter, nightstand, crucifix on the wall, and a single photo of his dead sister—the priest strode back to his church. His dick ached. He fought the urge to squeeze himself.

“To be a hunter of evil,” Father Augustine said, “you must be aware of your surroundings and know how to move undetected.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy said. “I will do my best to follow after you in silence and relieve the sinful desires that whore stirred in you.”

Father Augustine smiled. “Exactly. For what is woman’s place?”

“On her knees, Father,” Joy answered.

“Sweet child,” he groaned.

The side door led into the worship hall of Our Lady of Heaven. It was ornate, covered in stained glass windows and dark-stained pews. A statue of the Virgin Mary cradling the infant Savior dominated the wall behind the altar.

He gazed at her. The only woman who wasn’t a whore in the history of mankind.

Father Augustine crossed himself—Joy clumsy copied. Then, his heart thudding, he marched to the back where the confessionals were. One had the curtain drawn, the sandal-clad feet of Mary pocking out the bottom. Her toes were painted bright pink, attracting his attention in the gloom.

Joy padded quietly behind Father Augustine while his steps boomed through the empty hall and echoed back and forth. Mary’s toes curled and then shifted as he approached. The priest pictured her in there squirming, her panties wet with her sinful juices as she knelt on the bench and feigned penitence.

No woman is ever penitent for their sexual sins.

Father Augustine opened the door to the confessional and sank down on the hard, wooden bench. Joy knelt before him, squeezing in as he shut the door. His legs were spread wide, his knees touching both sides of the confessional as Joy lifted up his cassock, her hands soft as they reached his underwear.
He opened the privacy screen.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” purred Mary, pride filling her voice. “It has been four days since my last confession.”

“Yes, Child,” Father Augustine said, fighting off his pleasure as Joy sucked his cock into her mouth.

Warm, wet, hot paradise surrounded him. Joy sucked and swirled her tongue, her hand caressing his balls. The priest stared at Mary through the grill, her hands out of sight, her cheeks red. She shifted on the bench, letting out a sigh.

“I was so wicked last night, Father,” Mary gushed. “I tried to be pure. I tried not to sin with boys. I tried so hard. But I couldn’t fight it.”

Of course you couldn’t, slut. “Go on.”

Joy sucked harder. The priest’s eyes squeezed shut at the bliss radiating from his cock.

“It was all Brad’s fault, really,” Mary panted, her voice growing thicker. “He asked me out to Risqué, the new club that opened in Chicago. I knew I would be wicked, but I couldn’t fight myself.”

“You have to try, Child,” Father Augustine groaned. You’re just a whore. A slut. You couldn’t fight your pussy. His hand squeezed Joy’s blonde hair, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

“I do,” lied Mary. “At the club, the music was pulsing and Brad gave me ecstasy. Everything was wonderful after that. All the colors were beautiful and I just wanted to dance and love him. I was so wild and free.”

“Drugs, too, Mary?” His dick throbbed in Joy’s mouth.

“I know. I’m so bad. But that’s not the worse. Brad took me to the back, hiked up my skirt, and slammed his dick into me.” A breathy shudder escaped her lips. “He was so thick inside of me. The ecstasy made it wild. I writhed against him, our hips pumping to the base of the dance music. All the colors shone around us.

“It was heavenly.”

Fucking whore.

Joy sucked harder. She bobbed her head, no longer being quiet as Mary described in detail her orgasm, the way she shuddered against Brad, and how his cum shot into her pussy. Father Augustine grit his teeth, fighting his cum as Mary kept talking.

“After he spilled his seed in me, Father,” moaned Mary, her voice breathless with arousal, her shoulders moving, her hands busy doing something.

The slut’s masturbating in confession. What a whore. She will have to be punished for this affront to the Lord’s house.

“Another girl came up. I didn’t know who she was, but she fell to her knees and…licked me clean.”

“You engaged in lesbian sex?” gasped the Priest, his dick erupting into Joy’s mouth. He groaned through clenched teeth as the pleasure rushed through his body. His head banged back against the wall while Joy swallowed every drop.

“I did, Father,” gasped Mary, her body swaying. “I was so wicked. I came so hard on her lips. And when she finished, I kissed her, sharing the sexual fluids. We danced and ground on each other, and then I went down on her while all the guys watched.

“She tasted so spicy and delicious. I loved her, Father. I was so bad.” Her voice rose an octave. “I loved her so much. I shoved my tongue into her pussy. I licked her out and, oh, God, I made her cum so hard.”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein,” panted Father Augustine as he watched Mary orgasm on her fingers.

“I was so wicked. I made her cum and I loved it, Father. I’m such a sinner.” Her eyes fluttered and she tossed back her head. “Such a wicked sinner.” Her breathing slowed. She let out a sigh and then lifted her right hand up, her fingers shiny in the dim light, and licked them clean. “Such a wicked sinner. What shall my penance be?”

Despite cumming, Father Augustine was still hard. He was a man approaching fifty, but in the last few days he had finally given into his sexual desires. Thirty years of abstinence gave him the stamina of a younger man.

Especially when a nubile eighteen year old just masturbated in the confessional while talking about her lesbian sin.

“This will require a serious penance, child,” Father Augustine panted. “More than any ‘our Fathers’ or ‘hail Marys’ can handle.” The priest stood up, opened the door, and slipped past Joy. He yanked open the curtain to Mary’s box. “Especially when you masturbated like a slut in my confessional.”

“Father,” gasped Mary as the priest yanked her out by her hair.

“It is time you learn how a whore relieves the sinful desires she arouses in a man with her deliberate, teasing ways.”

Joy peaked her head out and smiled as Father Augustine dragged Mary towards the altar. The priest smiled back at Joy, delight in the way she rubbed at the crotch of her shorts, trying to relieve her sinful ache.

Mary didn’t fight as Father Augustine pushed her into the altar. She bent over it, her bleached-blonde hair spilling across the pristine, white cloth trimmed in gold. Her delicious rear shook, her skirt hiking up to reveal the bottom curves of her ass. A tramp stamp of a winged heart decorated her lower back.

“Such a sinful, wanton child,” growled Father Augustine. “You came into a house of God dressed like a slut.”

“I am so sinful,” Mary moaned as she wiggled her hip. “Give me penance, Father. I need it. I need your strong hand to keep me from sin.”

Father Augustine flipped up her skirt. She wore a pair of pink panties, the legbands and waistband frilled with lace. The skimpy cloth was cut high in the back, revealing the bottom halves of her smooth, bubbly ass. The crotch pressed tight to her pussy, stained dark with her excitement and molding to her flushed pussy.

A cameltoe.

“These are the panties you wear in a house of God?” he roared, ripping the skimpy things down her thighs, exposing her flush, shaved vulva. Her slit was virginal tight, betraying her whorish nature.

“I am so wicked,” she moaned.

His hand cracked down on her ass. The slap echoed through the near empty church, the excellent acoustics echoing it back over and over. Mary moaned as her ass reddened. She wiggled again, her excitement building.

“I’m so sorry for being sinful, Father,” she lied. Father Augustine knew she lied.

They are all sluts. Joy, Mary, Britney, and even Abigail. I wouldn’t be surprised if she whored herself out while visiting her family, leaving Damien and myself to hunt alone. I doubt her mother was even sick.

Father Augustine smacked his hand down hard on Mary’s ass, savoring the way her cheeks jiggled as he imagined Abigail bent over the altar. Her ass always looked amazing in the tight jeans and fatigues she wore on the hunt. Her red hair made her vivacious.

They are all sluts.

The feminine laughter echoed through his ears. He glance at Joy. She sat on a pew, her eyes wide with rapture as she watched. She hadn’t laughed. Father Augustine shook his head and cracked his hand down on Mary’s ass again.

“You’re just a whore.”

“I am,” Mary moaned. “Spank the sin out of me, Father.”

“There are not enough spankings in the world to make you pure, slut,” he growled as his hand fell again.

“No,” she groaned and shuddered, her hips shaking.

His hand fell again and again, her moans and the smacks echoing through the church. Father Augustine’s cock throbbed beneath his cassock, aching more with every fall of his hand. Mary’s ass burned bright red.

Red is a whore’s color.

Crack!

“Father!” Mary groaned.

“It is not enough,” growled Father Augustine as he hiked up his cassock. His dick pressed against Mary’s naked thigh. “You have pulled me into sin. You filthy whore.”

“Yes!” screamed Mary as he thrust his cock into her hot pussy. Her sheath gripped him as he buried deep into her pussy.

He was violating the altar by fucking her. She drove me to this heinous sin with her whorish ways.

His balls slapped into her flesh as the priest pounded her, his grunts mixing with her moans as they chorused through the church. A dark, depraved hymnal of worship to sin. Father Augustine savored the obscene, wet noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her wet depths.

“That’s it, whore,” he growled. “You brought this on yourself.”

“I did,” moaned Mary. “I’ve been burning for weeks to be fucked by you, Father. You are so sexy. Oh, I’ve been so wicked just so I had the juiciest sins to confess to you.”

“I knew you were a temptress given flesh,” he snarled.

Her pussy was tight and hot. Father Augustine shuddered and groaned as he took her harder and harder. Her pussy was so juicy, so delicious. She drove him wild as she bucked and rocked against him. He grit his teeth as his balls tensed.

“I’m going to cum in you, whore,” he growled. “It would serve you right to be bred, but you are such a slut I imagine you are on birth control.”

“I am, Father,” she moaned. “Spill your seed into my cunt. Please. I want to feel it in me all day long.”

Her whorish words shuddered through the priest. He closed his eyes as he slammed into Mary, imagining it was Abigail’s married cunt wrapped about his cock for that one instant. His balls boiled. His cum erupted.

He filled her cunt with jizz.

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Jezebel shuddered as she came on her fingers. Dark cracks fissured the father’s soul as he soiled the blessed altar of his church. His seed erupted into the slut’s cunt and dribbled out onto the altar, their sexual fluids staining the pristine cloth.

The demon entered the cracks, possessing Father Augustine. She drank in the last dregs of his climax as she worked her changes in him. The priest ripped his cock out of Mary as her phone chirped. The slut smiled as she pulled up her panties.

“Mmm, that was great, Father Augustine,” purred Mary as she wiggled her hips. “I have to run. Britney’s heading over to pick me up, but I’ll be back to morrow to confess the sins I committed today.”

“Yes,” Father Augustine groaned as he shuddered. He gripped the altar as the last vestiges of good inside of him warred with Jezebel.

Jezebel batted the good aside. He had brought this upon himself and he no longer had the strength to resist her. His shamanistic powers were twisted towards hell as he sat on the altar and shuddered, his eyes fixed on Mary’s ass, still lusting for the girl.

I’ve fucked Mary. But there’s others. Young, busty Britney, Abigail, Mrs. Anders, Mrs. Lawson…

His lusts for the women of his parish aided Jezebel and she finished twisting him from the holy to the profane. No longer a holy shaman but a dark warlock.

“Later slut,” Mary giggled to Joy as she strolled by. “You should suck his cock clean. My pussy taste amazing.”

Jezebel laughed as Joy stood up and came closer. She was primed and ready to be seized by the priest’s power and to be invested as the priest’s weapon. Jezebel seized control of Father Augustine’s body and breathed life to his cock.

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The church’s door boomed shut behind Mary.

“Mount my dick, slut,” Father Augustine found himself growling to Joy as he sat on the altar. He had profaned it with his sin. That excited him. He stroked his hardening cock. “It is time to train you to fight evil.”

“Yes, Father,” moaned Joy as she wiggled her shorts and panties down her hips.

The feminine laughter echoed loudly through his mind as Father Augustine seized Joy and pulled him onto his cock. The moment she sank down on his girth, his dick erupted into her. Joy shuddered, her eyes growing wide as more than cum boiled out of the priests balls.

She is yours, the feminine voice whispered. And so can Abigail, Mary, and the others.

“How?” croaked Father Augustine as Joy continued sliding up and down on his cock, lost to the throes of her orgasm.

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Britney Lawson’s phone chirped. Mary had answered. Britney read the text: “Pick me up at our lady.”

Britney grinned. Her Master needed to feed when he woke up. It was her duty as his Thrall to provide for his needs. The eighteen-year-old former virgin shuddered, imagining her whorish, best friend lying upon the bed as Damien drank her blood.

Britney almost orgasmed.

Britney walked out of her bedroom, a suitcase packed with her clothing, the keys to the car her parents gave her in her hand. Both her parents had left for work. They had no idea their innocent daughter had been claimed by a vampire.

The busty girl’s imagination was filled with Damien taking her virginity as he drank her blood. Her nipples ached as her breasts were full of milk. She wanted to nurse her Master after he had drained every drop of blood from Mary.

She’ll have one amazing orgasm before she dies, Britney smiled. She deserves it.

It always astounded Britney that her best friend was such a whore. But, despite that, Britney had continued hanging out with Mary, ignoring all her friend’s teases about still being pure and resisting Mary’s every attempt to hook her up with a stud to pop her cherry.

Or to let Mary do it herself.

The idea of sleeping with Mary no longer disgusted Britney. She was free of morality now. Damien had unshackled her when he fed her his vampiric blood and made her into his Thrall.

Britney smiled as she stepped into the sunlight. She glanced at Damien’s house next door and smiled. She would get her Master food and tonight they would head to Chicago to rescue Abigail. Britney wasn’t sure why she knew Damien’s plans, she just did.

They were connected. She was his servant. Maybe I need to know his desires so I can fulfill them. Right now, he needs more blood to be strong.

Britney climbed into her car and drove to Our Lady Queen of Heaven to pick up Mary.

The drive didn’t take long. Pingree Grove wasn’t a large town. Technically, it was still a village despite the rapid growth in the new suburbs taking over what had been farmland when Britney was a child. Her drive took her past new construction.

Yesterday, it would have annoyed her. Today, she was beyond such things.

I’m Damien’s thrall. His nubile sex slave.

Britney had fantasized about serving a man, especially Damien. She had secretly read a few romance stories that bordered more on the erotica, all about sexual domination. They had excited her at times, and she had rubbed her virgin pussy while picturing Damien taking her in hand.

But now she didn’t need safewords with her Master like the women in her story. She was his. It was so wonderful to surrender to his desires.

A minute later, she pulled into the parking lot of Our Lady of Heaven. Her eyes narrowed at the crucifix prominently displayed. It was an image of faith. Her skin prickled. The church was blessed. Holy.

Britney’s eyes burned and she looked away.

Britney was glad Mary waited outside in her pink-and-black tartan skirt and half-unbuttoned blouse.

“Is this text true?” Mary asked the moment she climbed in.

Before answering, or even letting Mary safely buckle in, Britney jammed the accelerator. She had to get away from the church. The tires squealed as she drove the car through the parking lot towards the street.

“Damn,” Mary gasped, grabbing the handle above her door. “What has gotten into you?”

“I’m just eager for our threesome,” Britney answered, her pussy itching. It was partly true.

“You are not shitting me, right?” Mary moaned. “What happened to uptight, virginal Britney.”

“Damien popped my cherry.”

“Damien?” Mary eyes goggled. “You actually seduced him away from his wife. Damn, I knew he was a pig. All men are. Just like Father Augustine.”

“He is not a pig,” hissed Britney. “He is my Master.”

“Master?” Mary grinned. “Ooh, this is getting so kinky. Is that who we’re having a threesome with?”

Britney nodded.

“Damn, I would have fucked a bum off the street if it meant I had a chance at your sweet body, Brit.” Mary licked her lips, then quickly reached out to touch Britney’s bare thigh.

A hot rush shot up Britney’s leg.

“Wow, this better be happening,” groaned Mary. “I need something juicy to confess to Father Augustine again. He fucked me hard.”

Britney looked at her friend. “What? You fucked the priest?”

“Mmm, he shot a big load in me as I bent across the altar. I finally got him.” Mary shuddered, her hand sliding higher. “And now I’m landing you and Damien. I never thought he looked at other women than his wife. I’ve tried to seduce him.”

“What?” Britney gasped, her hands tightening the steering wheel. Mary’s hand his higher. “You knew I had a crush on him.”

“And?” Mary’s hand reached Britney’s panties. “Damn, I am so excited to finally touch you. I never wanted to try too hard to seduce you. Didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“So you tried to seduce Master?”

“Master,” purred Mary. “You make that sound so natural and sexy.”

“I’m his Thrall,” Britney answered. Maybe I shouldn’t say that.

“Thrall? Is that, like, sex slave?”

Britney nodded. She gasped as Mary’s finger slid into Britney’s panties and rubbed at her pussy and her blonde curls. She slammed on the brakes, screeching to a stop at an intersection as Mary probed a finger deep into her cunt.

“You are wet,” grinned Mary. “Do you have cum in you?”

Britney nodded.

Mary pulled out her finger and grinned at the spunk and pussy cream staining her digit. She brought it to her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Britney licked her lips and squeezed her thighs together. That is so hot.

“Want to taste Father Augustine’s cum?” Mark asked, spreading her thighs and revealing her drenched, pink panties.

“No,” Britney hissed in revulsion. “You have to take a shower first and clean your pussy out. Master deserves fresh, untainted pussy.”

“Did he send you out to bring him back another cunt to fuck?” Mary purred, rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“Yes,” Britney answered. Even if he didn’t explicitly tell me, I know he needs her blood.

“Damn,” panted Mary. “Drive faster.”

Two minutes later, Britney pulled her car into the D’Angelos’ driveway. Mary grinned as she climbed out of the car, her skirt slipping down her thighs and covering up her messy panties. Britney licked her lips.

Master will love draining her dry.

“There’s a bathroom on the first floor,” Britney reported. “Master’s sleeping.”

“Wore him out, slut?” asked Mary as Britney led her into the house through the open garage.

“No. he had a…rough night.” The memory of Damien hanging from the manacles, his flesh burned by the rising sun sent a stab of anger through her.

Britney pointed to the bathroom. “You can shower in there.”

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Mary asked, pulling off her top and baring her perky tits. Her pink nipples were hard, the right one pierced and the left one tattooed with the outline of a red heart surrounding her areola.

Britney licked her lips.

“We haven’t showered together since we were twelve,” pleaded Mary. “I promise not to bite.”

“I don’t mind being bit,” Britney admitted and pulled her top off, freeing her large, milk-laden tits.

“That’s the spirit.” Mary dropped her skirt and panties as she walked into the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind. The shower hissed on as Britney stripped.

The two blondes stepped into the shower, the water matting their hair down. Britney’s natural gold darkened beneath the spray. Mary grinned as Britney noticed the silver ring piercing her clit and the tattoo of a lipstick kiss on her pudenda.

“I didn’t know you had these,” Britney said, tugging on the clit piercing.

“You’ve been afraid to see me naked,” Mary purred as she grabbed the shower massager and brought it between her legs. “Let me get rid of all of Father Augustine’s nasty cum so you’ll play with my pussy.”

“Yes,” Britney smiled, her nipples aching.

Mary leaned over as she rubbed the shower massager between her thighs, the water cascading down her legs, and sucked Britney’s right nipple between her lips. Britney shuddered as her breast milk flooded out into Mary’s mouth.

“Mmm,” Mary groaned, licking her lips. “It’s sweeter than I thought it would be.”

“Have you been dying to be nursed,” Britney asked, running her hands through Mary’s bleached blonde hair.

“Yes,” groaned Mary, hips undulating. Her pussy was clean; now she masturbated with the shower massager.

Britney groaned as Mary hungrily sucked on Britney’s nipple. Milk flowed into Mary’s mouth, shooting tingles down to Britney’s own pussy. Mary moaned as she suckled, her lips hallowing. Britney held her friend to her breast.

“Oh, I wish we had done this before,” moaned Britney. “I was such an idiot. We could have been having lots of fun.”

“So much fun,” groaned Mary before she sucked Britney’s other nipple into her mouth.

Mary shuddered as she nursed. The shower water hissed as it massaged her pussy. She suckled harder and harder as her moans grew louder. Britney shuddered, her pussy clenching every time her friend nursed.

“That’s it. You hungry, naughty girl,” moaned Briney. “Suckle from Momma’s big tits.”

The words made her feel even naughtier. Though they were the same age—Mary was only older by three months and seven days—the fantasy of nursing Mary like her own daughter made Britney’s hips shake.

She itched to touch her pussy and cum.

“Drink your fill. Drink all of Momma’s milk. Mmm, yes. That’s it. You’re such a hungry girl.”

Mary shuddered, suckling harder. A low, whining moan escaped Mary’s throat, growing louder and louder. Her lips popped off Britney’s nipple as she quaked. She leaned against Britney, and the busty girl held Mary upright as her orgasm swept through her.

“You fucking slut,” Mary panted between gasping breaths. “That Momma stuff was so hot. Mmm, you’re my busty, sexy Momma. I loved your milk.”

Mary pressed the shower head between Britney’s thighs. Britney gasped, her eyes shooting wide open as the dozens of small streams of water shot against her pussy, massaging her. She quaked as Mary latched onto Britney’s nipple, suckling hard again.

“Yes, yes, drink my milk and make Momma cum,” groaned Britney. “That’s it. Be a good girl and make your Momma cum.”

Mary rubbed the shower head up and down Britney’s slit. Streams of water shot into her pussy, caressing the inside of her walls. Britney shuddered and grasped the shower bar with her right hand, her left stroking Mary’s bleached-blonde hair.

Britney’s back arched as the leisure increased. The water massage didn’t put out her fires in her pussy—it stoked them. She gasped and moaned, holding onto the shower bar with a death grip as her hips writhed.

“So good,” Britney moaned, letting the pleasure wash through her. “That’s it. Make Momma cum. Drink Momma’s milk and make Momma feel wonderful like a good girl.”

“Yes, Momma,” Mary purred as she switched nipples.

Britney shuddered as Mary suckled hard. Britney’s nipple shot bliss down to her pussy. The tingling bliss of the milk flowing from her nipple trigger her orgasm. Her moans echoed through the bathroom as the bliss rushed through her.

Juices squirted from her pussy and were washed away by the warm water caressing her. She shuddered, her vision fuzzing as she swayed. Mary’s left arm, wrapped around Britney’s waist, held her tight as the young woman quaked.

“Yes, Mary, yes,” gasped Britney. “Wow, oh, wow, that was good. I never knew you could do that with a shower massager.”

Mary giggled as she pulled it away. Milk gleamed white on her lips. “You never tried that before?”

Britney shook her head, then she leaned down and kissed her friend, delighting in her creamy treat. Mary’s wet body pressed against Britney, so slippery and lithe. Britney held her friend while dark thoughts bounced through her mind.

I can’t wait for Master to enjoy you.

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The scent of hot pussy awakened the sleeping vampire.

Damien D’Angelo’s eyes opened as his nostrils flared. Britney’s sweet musk filled his nose, but a tart scent mixed with it. Another woman was in the house. His enhanced hearing heard the two sets of hearts beating beneath the giggle of feminine voices coming from below.

His hunger stirred. A living, beating meal had walked into his house. Who was she? Why was she here? Why had Britney let her in?

Damien sat up from the blood encrusted sheets. He glanced at the clock. He had slept for hours, but it was summer, and there were still hours more before he could head to Chicago and free his wife from Faust.

I should find a place to stage out of in Chicago.

The scent of tart pussy and the beat of a warm heart called to Damien. His hungers overwhelmed his need to rescue his wife. Britney and another morsel awaited him. His mouth hungered to feast on the fresh human. His cock hardened.

He could enjoy the woman in multiple ways.

Damien slipped off his bed and instinctively moved with a hunter’s grace, his feet not making a sound as he crossed the hardwood floors. He reached the stairs and peered down. The girls were in the living room watching TV and talking about the most inane things.

He swiftly moved down the stairs from the third floor to the first. He stepped into the living room. Both girls were naked. Britney lounged on the couch with Mary’s head in her lap, Britney idyll stroking Mary’s hair.

Britney smiled, her nipples hardening at the sight of Damien. “For you, Master,” she mouthed, a wicked grin crossing her lips. Milk beaded at her excited nipples, adding a creamy, sweet scent to the air.

“When is Damien going to wake up?” Mary groaned. “It’s been hours. I want to be fucked.”

“I’m awake now,” Damien growled.

Mary jumped, then gasped. “Damien.” Her blue eyes ran up and down Damien’s naked body. “Mmm, you are even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

Even before Damien became a vampire, he was at the peak of his physical shape—muscular, athletic, tall, broad-shouldered. His change only enhanced his natural physique. His cock ached before him as Mary spread her thighs on the couch, an open invitation.

“Did you bring her, slut?” Damien growled.

“I did, Master,” shuddered Britney. “I knew you would need her. Isn’t she delicious.”

“Yes, she is.” This close, Damien could smell Mary’s blood beneath her skin. His mouth watered and his fangs grew sharp.

“Enjoy her, Master.”

“Yes, enjoy me,” moaned Mary, her hands running up and down her spread-apart thighs, oblivious to the danger she was in.

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Aurora the angel watched in horror as Damien moved to the couch and the innocent, relatively speaking, Mary.

Aurora wanted to cross over from the Ether and stop Damien from feeding. There has to be a way for me to keep Mary alive. “How do we keep Damien focused on killing Faust?”

“He can’t kill Mary,” Gabriel answered, the angel staring at his clipboard. “And the probability of that is 10%. Vampires have a hard time controlling their first few feedings. And once they kill, it goes to their head. He’ll be lost to the blood lust for weeks.” It was why most young vampires were easy to track down and kill.

“And Faust gets away,” Aurora groaned. “Again.” All because I failed to keep Damien and Abigail alive.

“Afraid so,” sighed Gideon. “This operation has not gone are way much at all. Using Damien as a vampire was a gamble anyways. We should alert Father Augustine through his prayers, make him suspicious. The Knights Venator can deal with Damien, and we’ll have to wait for another opportunity to take out Faust.”

“What about if Damien turns her?” Aurora asked.

“1%. The only reason he didn’t kill Britney was he knew her. He had watched her grow up next door. He cared for her. But Mary…she’s the girl that annoyed him with her blatant attempts at seduction. He won’t care about killing her.”

“Why wouldn’t he care about turning her?” Aurora demanded. “Most vampires turn a few others as sexual partners.”

Damien buried his face between Mary’s thighs and bit into her pudenda right on the kissing lips tattoo. Mary shuddered as the euphoric drug of Damien’s saliva entered her bloodstream. The vampire feasted on blood and pussy.

“He is too in love with Abigail and he has Britney for his sexual needs. It hasn’t even crossed his mind to turn Mary.”

How many more will die? “But if he does, he wouldn’t actually cross into the blood lust yet. It would give him time for control.”

“Yes, but—”

Before Gabriel could finish, and without thinking, Aurora leaned over and touched Damien. He growled in pain at her touch as she whispered in his ear, “Turn her.”

“You intervened without permission,” gasped Gabriel. “Aurora, what have you done?”

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Damien savored the rich, salty blood mixed with Mary’s tart pussy juices. The slut moaned as her body shook. Her eyes were wide, her lips quivering as the narcotic effect of his bite rushed through her body. Britney grinned, her fingers pulling on Mary’s nipples.

“Drain her dry, Master,” purred Britney. Her lips nipped Mary’s ear. “Doesn’t Master’s bite feel amazing?”

“Oh, god, yes,” Mary groaned, her thighs tightening on Damien’s head.

Damien licked up her slit, gathering blood and pussy juices. Her reached her clit and flicked it. Mary shuddered. Her hips undulated, griding against him as fresh trickles of blood reached his mouth, coating his tongue.

He thrust his tongue deep into her hot depths, gathering up her pussy juices. The tart cream was almost as good as her blood. He drank it down as she writhed and bucked, smearing her hot flesh against his hungry lips.

Damien bit into her labia.

“Yes,” gasped Mary. “Oh, fuck, what is he doing to me, Britney?”

“Feeding,” Britney purred. She had slid down so Mary’s head pillowed on Britney’s lush breasts. Britney’s lips nibbled on Mary’s ear. “He’s going to drink your blood and shower you in ecstasy.”

Mary groaned. “I don’t care what he’s doing to me. I feel…wonderful. I’m floating, Brit. Damn, what did you slip me? Oh, we need music. That would be wonderful.” Mary undulated, griding her pussy into Damien’s hungry mouth. “Love this high.”

“Just relax and enjoy.”

“Yes!”

Damien grinned at his Thrall. Joy burned in Britney’s blue eyes as she pinched and rolled her friend’s nipples. He took another long lick up Mary’s pussy. Her blood was sweet. Her flesh warm. Inviting.

His hunger grew. The trickles of blood flowing from her bite marks on her pubic mound and labia barely satiated his hungers. His cock ached for her flesh.

Damien wanted to drain her dry.

There was a part of him that remembered being a vampire hunter, a part that urged him not to kill, but the little strumpet was right here. Wet, warm, full of blood, begging to be fucked and drained. She’ll cum so hard as I drain—

Pain flared across his temple.

…turn her…

“Master?” Britney asked.

Damien frowned. The voice sounded liked Abigail’s. If she cums as she dies, I can turn her. She came be…mine. My weapon against Faust.

“Don’t you want to drink her dry, Master,” Britney moaned, her lips nibbling now at Mary’s soft neck.

“Yes,” he growled.

Damien rose over Mary’s body. His telekinetic power—his vampiric gift—spread Mary’s pussy lips open and guided his cock into her pussy. It was strange feeling an invisible tough on his dick as he draped himself over her and lowered his body to hers.

His cock touched her bloody pussy. Mary gasped as he entered her tight, wet hole. Her pussy clenched down on his cock. The pleasure shuddered through him. He bared his fangs as he growled his pleasure.

“Right here, Master,” Britney moaned before kissing Mary’s neck right above her femoral artery.

The artery beat in Mary’s throat as his hips thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. Mary gasped and shuddered beneath him. Her blood called to him. He leaned down and kissed her throat, loving the flutter of her life beneath his lips.

Damien bit.

“Fuck,” Mary gasped as her blood flooded his mouth. He sucked hard, letting it fill his mouth and drive his hips to fuck her even harder.

Mary spasmed beneath him, her body gripped by the ecstasy of his bite as her heart beat out her life, pouring it into Damien. His mouth drank it her salty life. He sucked hard, loving every drop of of her salty life. Blood leaked out and Britney cooed in delight, her lips kissing at his, gathering the spilled blood.

“So wonderful,” Britney gasped. “You taste amazing.”

“Good,” Mary gasped.

Her heart beat weaker as her head lolled back into Britney’s shoulder. Damien’s cock was gripped by her pussy. Mary gave one more buck as she headed into blood shock. She moaned as the ecstasy of being drained of every drop of her blood burst through her.

The slut came. Her pussy massaged Damien’s cock. Drunk on her blood, Damien slammed his dick into her pussy. His balls erupted. He flooded her pussy with blast after blast of his cum. The girl spasmed a final time and then let out a happy sigh as her heart beat its last as a living human.

Damien lifted his bloody lips, growling as his cock dumped a final blast of cum into Mary’s body. The change settled into the dead girl. Soon she would awaken, sired by Damien into unlife. Britney nuzzled at her friend’s neck, gathering up the last bit of blood dribbling out of Mary’s wounds.

“Did you kill her, Master?” shuddered Britney, her lips stained crimson.

“I turned her.”

Britney smiled. “How absolutely wonderful, Master.” She nuzzled Mary’s ear. “I’ll hold you until you wake up, then you can drink my blood. I bet you’ll love it as much as I will.”

Damien grinned at his Thrall and his Vampiress. They were his.

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Abigail D’Angelo woke up naked on the concrete floor, alerted by the scraping of the metal door.

She gained her feet in an instant, her hunter instincts augmented by the changes to her body. She hissed at the three strong men that entered. They were naked and alive. Each was muscular, their cocks throbbing hard.

“We’re here to feed you, fangwhore,” the Black man growled, the largest of the three. His thick hand stroked his fat, ebony cock. “And fuck you like the filthy slut you are.”

Abigail hissed and threw herself at them.

To be continued…

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Sophie and Matt go to the group’s meeting.

At Sophie’s suggestion, Matt went home that evening. They didn’t want to risk anyone suspecting that he had a genie, so they decided that he should probably keep away from her in public for a bit. Matt agreed, although he’d have much rather he didn’t have to.

Matt laid on his bed, nude, thinking about all that had happened recently. Many times in his life he’d imagined what his life would be like if he found a genie. Of course, once he’d hit puberty, his thoughts had turned to all the sex he’d have. To some extent, that had come true, since he very much doubted he’d ever have had an orgy with an entire girls’ PE class without magical help. He’d probably not have gotten a girlfriend for a while either, and he was happy to have Sophie. He’d always had a little bit of a crush on her, so to actually have sex with her was a dream come true. But then, for him to have sex with anyone at all was a dream come true.

Matt looked down at Lumiosa, who was laid on her front, giving him a blowjob. He’d asked Sophie for one, but she was more concerned with planning for the gathering on Friday, so instead he’d commanded Lumiosa give him one. He had to admit, she was pretty damn good at it. She must have given thousands, if not millions of blowjobs in her time. Alexis had said that genies had been around since the dawn of the human race, but what exactly did that mean? Homo Sapiens have existed for about 100,000 years, but our ancestors existed for many years before that. How far back in history have there been genies on Earth? How many hundreds of thousands of years have Lumiosa, Alexis, Apriya, and all the other genies been around? What wonders…and horrors…have they seen?

Matt didn’t really want to ask Lumiosa about it. From what she’d said, she’d had some pretty evil Masters in the past, who’d likely abused her and tortured her for their amusement. She seemed like a genuinely nice girl who just wanted to make him happy, and he promised himself that he’d be kind to her in return. He wondered what he’d do when he died. Sophie had gotten Alexis from an old man who’d seemingly selected her at random to get the lamp. Matt wanted to pass Lumiosa on to another Master whom he thought would be kind to her. Maybe one day he and Sophie would have kids, who could inherit their genies, like how Apriya had been passed down from father to son.

Matt then wondered about Sophie and Alexis. Alexis really did seem just like a normal teenage girl, aside from the near-unlimited magical power she wielded. They were basically BFFs. Well, more like BFs until Sophie dies and Alexis goes back to being trapped in her lamp until someone else finds her. Matt wondered if they ever talked about these things. If Alexis told Sophie about her life. Alexis had probably had lots of cruel Masters too, so someone like Sophie was probably a relief for her.

Matt was interrupted in his ponderings by his approaching orgasm. He groaned, and released his load into Lumiosa’s mouth. She swallowed it all, and pulled off of him.
“Did that please you, Master?” She asked.
“Oh very much so,” Matt replied, nodding contently.
“Would you like me to pleasure you some more, Master?”
“Not for now. For now, get under the duvet with me so we can cuddle.”
“At once, Master.”

Lumiosa got under the duvet, and Matt held her in his arms, kissing her. Whoever had stolen her lamp and sent it to him, he was thankful to them, since he was sure that Lumiosa was happier being out and serving, rather than being dormant in her lamp. He was certainly happy to have her.
“Lumiosa, I wish I could control my TV with my mind,” Matt wished.
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Lumiosa smiled. Matt then turned her to face the TV, and he turned it on with his mind. He switched to an old sitcom that was on, and laid there spooning Lumiosa as they watched it, rubbing his cock on her ass, and stroking her stomach sensually. Lumiosa didn’t seem to really get the jokes, but she enjoyed spending time with her Master.

Matt eventually moved his hands down to Lumiosa’s groin, and began rubbing her vagina.
“Master…” she moaned. “Would you like me to pleasure you?”
“No Lumiosa. Tonight, I’m going to pleasure you.”
“As you wish, Master…” Matt slid his fingers into Lumiosa’s vagina. He’d never fingered a girl before, so he wasn’t really sure of the technique behind it. But then, he realised, he didn’t have to.

“Lumiosa, I wish I knew everything there is to know about pleasuring a girl.” Instantly, Matt’s head filled with knowledge.
“Oh Master…” Lumiosa moaned, as she felt Matt’s now-expert hands get to work on her vagina.
“Does that feel good, Lumiosa?”
“Yes Master…” Matt rubbed her clit, and she squealed.
“Lumiosa, I wish that when you cum, it won’t end until I command it to.”
“Your wish is my…Ohhhh Master….”

Matt’s hands were working overtime, his fingers thrusting in and out of Lumiosa, rubbing anything they could find.
“Master, I’m going to…” Lumiosa moaned, before she went over the edge, and cried out in orgasm. Matt kept his fingers inside her, and he felt her pussy contracting around them. As Matt had wished, Lumiosa kept on orgasming far longer than normal. Eventually Matt pulled his fingers out of her, and opted to squeezes her tits, hump her ass, and kiss her neck as she rode out her unending orgasm.

“Lumiosa, get on your hands and knees,” Matt whispered in her ear.
“Yes Master…” she moaned in response, her pussy in the process of exploding with pleasure. She pulled herself up, probably with magical help, and got on all-fours. Matt then positioned himself behind her, and slid into her vagina.
“Oh yeah…” Matt moaned. “That feels incredible…” Matt could feel Lumiosa’s vagina contracting orgasmically around his cock, and he just stayed still for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling, before he started thrusting.
“Oh Master…That feels wonderful Master…” Lumiosa moaned. Matt grabbed her ass, and thrust as hard as he could, in and out of her pussy.
“Oh God…Lumiosa, I wish my room was soundproof!” He moaned in pleasure.
“Yes Master!” Lumiosa cried out.
“Good, because I’m gonna…I’m gonna…UhhhhhHHhHhHHhH!”

Matt thrust forward hard, and leaned his head back as he erupted into her. This, he thought, was what he’d always dreamed having a genie would be like. Blasting giant loads of cum into hot girls who’d obey his every command. It was bliss.

Once Matt was done cumming, he got right back to thrusting. After all, it took a lot of fucking to burn off unlimited sexual stamina. He planned on keeping on fucking her until he passed out from sheer exhaustion, and that is exactly what he did. As he shot his umpteenth load into Lumiosa, he fell on top of her. He managed to give her neck a soft kiss, before he fell unconscious.

“Hey Matt, wake up!” Matt could feel quite a few things when he woke up. The first was obviously the voice that was talking to him, and the hands which were shaking him awake. But he could also feel his morning wood, which was currently being squeezed gently by something warm and wet. He could feel a body underneath him, breathing steadily, and emitting soft, feminine moans.

Matt opened his eyes, and saw Lumiosa’s face, which was one of pure ecstasy. It then occurred to Matt that, since he’d fallen asleep whilst fucking her, he’d never commanded her to stop cumming, so she’d been at it all night long. Not that she seemed to be suffering.
“Lumiosa, stop orgasming, and go into your lamp to rest,” Matt whispered, and she let out a moan that was a mixture of relief, disappointment, and obedience. Matt kissed her, looking her straight in the eye, before she faded away into pink smoke, which floating into her lamp. Matt rolled over, and smiled.
“Having fun?” Alexis asked him, and he sat up to look at the naked genie.
“Quite a bit,” Matt replied, sitting up. “Where’s Sophie?”
“Preparing for tomorrow,” Alexis replied. “She won’t let me tell you what she’s planning, but you’re involved. She sent me here to get you up for school.”

“School? Don’t wanna…”
“Matt, we don’t know much about these people, so we can’t reveal all our secrets just yet, so we need to keep up the pretence that you’re just an ordinary, genieless boy.”
“So what, I just need to be normal?”
“Just for a while. By all means take Lumiosa to school, but it might not be a good idea to start any whole-class orgies today.”
“I thought genies were supposed to serve humans, not boss them around?”
“It’s Sophie who’s bossing you around. I’m just the messenger.”

Alexis then vanished, leaving Matt to get ready for school. He figured it would at least give him a chance to catch up with Max and Sam. When he got there, he found his friends.
“Where’s Sophie?” Sam asked him.
“Don’t worry, she stayed home today, so you’re safe from ghost blowjobs,” Matt replied. “But guys, I need to talk to you about something.”
“What?” Max asked.
“Well guys, some stuff’s going on,” Matt explained. “You guys haven’t told anyone about Lumiosa, have you?”
“Of course not!” Sam replied. “We’d never betray your trust like that. And besides, who’s likely to believe us?”
“I guess not,” Matt said. “But it’s really important that you guys keep this a secret, okay? I mean it.”
“We promise,” Max said.
“Good,” Matt smiled. “Let’s go.”

The boys went into their History class, and sat down. Matt’s place just happened to be right next to Amy Barrows. He looked over at her, and his mind went back to the sight of her nude ass, which he’d seen through Sophie’s eyes the previous day. He figured he’d have to be especially careful when she was around. For all he knew, Mr Brookman could be reading her mind. Maybe she’s some sort of sleeper agent, programmed to find genies? Or maybe that’s just paranoia setting in.

When the class was over, the three boys walked to their next one together.
“Hey Matt, I’m really not feeling school for the rest of the day, so how about you get us laid?” Max asked him.
“Sorry guys, no can do,” Matt replied.
“Oh come on Matt, do your friends a favour!” Sam said, trying to unzip his friend’s backpack. “The lamp must be in here somewhere…”
“It won’t work for you, so don’t bother trying,” Matt said. “I’m sorry guys, but I’m trying to remain inconspicuous with my magic usage. And besides, I’m letting Lumiosa rest. She had a long night.”
“A long night of fucking you I bet,” Max said. “Come on Matt. Aside from the blowjobs Sophie wished up for us, we’ve not gotten laid since Monday!”
“This time on Saturday you were virgins. You’ll live.”
“Says the guy who can get laid whenever he wants with his genie and his hot girlfriend,” Max said.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you, but right now, no magic,” Matt insisted.

When Matt got home, Sophie and Alexis were laid on his bed, waiting for him.
“We meet again, Mr Bond,” Alexis said.
“I thought this was no time for joking?” Matt asked.
“Maybe a few,” Alexis smiled.
“Alexis, he’s right, this is serious,” Sophie interrupted. “I’ve decided on a course of action for tomorrow.”
“Which is?” Matt asked.
“I go to the party, and see what they’re all about,” Sophie explained. “Meanwhile, you go snooping around the place, and see if you can liberate those 3 lamps he’s got.”

“How am I even supposed to do that?”
“Have Lumiosa make you invisible. Your immunity to other people’s magic should make you impossible to detect, even by another genie.”
“Should?”
“I cannot guarantee it, but I believe so,” Alexis said. “I’ve never actually tried it.”
“Where is Lumiosa, anyway?” Sophie asked.
“In her lamp,” Matt replied. “I wanted to give her some time to rest.”
“That’s probably for the best, we’ll all need to be in top condition for tomorrow,” Sophie said.
“Well, I will, you’ll be partying with other Masters,” Matt said.

“Matt, I know I joked earlier, but I would very much like you to take this situation seriously,” Alexis said. “It pains me, and I know it pains Lumiosa too, to know that so many genies are being denied their freedom like this.”
“Why should it bother you?” Matt asked. “You don’t know them.”
“They are like my siblings,” Alexis replied. “Imagine if someone locked your sister away as part of their “collection” of humans.”
“Alright, I get it,” Matt said. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you Matt!” Alexis grinned, and gave him a big kiss.

Alexis and Sophie decided to stay the night, which was mostly down to the fact that they’d not fucked in nearly two days. Hence why, if you’d walked into Matt’s bedroom on that Thursday, you’d have found Sophie Swift on all-fours, being rammed from behind by her boyfriend. Meanwhile, her genie, Alexis, was making out with Matt, while he massaged her tits, and she masturbated.
“Oh God Sophie, I’m gonna…FUCK!” Matt cried out, before releasing his load into her pussy. Sophie’s wish for simultaneous orgasms sent her into her own climax, before it then sent Alexis into hers. The 3 of them came hard, before collapsing into a pile of sweaty flesh. They kissed and cuddled for a while, enjoying the feeling of one-another.

“Sophie…” Matt said, stroking his girlfriend’s skin sensually.
“Yeah?” She asked, zoned out a little from post-orgasmic bliss.
“I wanna try something, and feel free to say no to this.”
“What?”
“I want to swap bodies and fuck. You know, so I can feel sex as a girl, and you can feel it as a boy.”
“Been there, done that. I once turned into Megan’s boyfriend Joe and fucked her brains out. Let me tell you, I can see why he likes her so much. That girl has a very nice pussy indeed.”

“Oh, alright then…” Matt said, disappointed. Sophie just smiled and kissed him.
“I didn’t say no,” she said. “I’d like to do it again.”
“That’s great!” Matt smiled. He then went over to his bag, and pulled Lumiosa’s lamp. One rub later, and she was sat on her knees on the floor.
“What do you desire, Master?” She asked.
“Sophie and I wish to swap bodies for a while,” Matt said.
“Miss Sophie, do you consent to this?” Lumiosa asked her.
“I do,” she replied. “Do it, Alexis.”

Alexis and Lumiosa both snapped their fingers, and their Masters both looked dazed for a second, before returning to normal.
“Did it work?” ‘Matt’ asked, before looking down at his groin. “Well I didn’t have a penis before, so yes.”
“Honestly, 3 years, and you still doubt my powers,” Alexis said. “You insult me, Mistress.”
“Oh wow, this is weird.” Everyone then looked over at Matt, who was in Sophie’s body. His/Her fingers were inside his/her pussy. “I could get used to this…”
“You should try having a dick inside it,” Sophie said, before grabbing his penis. “This thing definitely feels different to Joe’s. It’s bigger.”
“Wow, I look pretty good,” Matt said, looking at him, while fingering herself.
“Why don’t you feel yourself?” Sophie grinned, before pouncing on top of her. Sophie grabbed her boobs, and slid inside her.
“Holy fuck…” Matt moaned. “That feels…weird.”
“Tell me about it…” Sophie moaned. “My pussy definitely feels better than Megan’s…I blame all that magic…”
“Hey, don’t look at me,” Alexis said. “Any enhancements I gave you were because you wished for them.”
“I know, and I’m very grateful for them.” Sophie picked up his speed. “So just to reward you, I’m taking a leaf out of Matt’s book. Alexis, I wish for you to orgasm until I tell you to stop.”
“You too Lumiosa…” Matt moaned, feeling Sophie thrust in and out of her pussy.

The two genies snapped their fingers, and instantly cried out in pleasure as they came. Alexis grabbed hold of Lumiosa, and kissed her hard, the two genies fondling each-other. Meanwhile, their Masters continued fucking one-another, enjoying the unfamiliar sensations that being the other gender provided.
“Sophie…I’m gonna cum…I think…” Matt moaned.
“Me too…Here we go…” The two teens moaned loudly as they exploded. Sophie blasted his jizz into Matt’s pussy, and Matt moaned as she experienced her first ever female orgasm.
“Oh wow…that was weird,” Matt moaned when she stopped cumming. “But really good.”
“Now you see why I like being a girl so much,” Sophie smiled, before giving Matt a kiss. “Wanna go again?” Matt just nodded, and they resumed thrusting.

Matt and Sophie eventually fell asleep in each-other’s arms. They didn’t bother to switch back yet, though they did permit their genies to stop orgasming, and return to their lamps. They were absolutely exhausted, so they slept until well past midday. When Matt woke up in the morning, he could feel Sophie’s, or rather, his penis rubbing against Sophie’s, or rather, his leg.

Matt opened her eyes, and looked at Sophie, who was still inhabiting Matt’s body. Matt kissed him, and he opened his eyes.
“Morning,” Sophie smiled, kissing her back. “I must admit, I’m pretty comfy. I might cuddle myself more often.”
“Yeah, but how about we turn back to normal?” Matt suggested, and Sophie nodded. The two teens got up, and picked up their respective lamps. They rubbed them, and their genies were summoned.
“We wish to be back to normal,” Sophie said.
“Yeah, we do,” Matt said.
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Lumiosa smiled.
“Mine too,” said Alexis, and a second later, the two teens were back in their own bodies.
“You know, I never thought I’d be so happy to see my penis,” Matt remarked.
“Oh yes, because I’m sure having boobs and a pussy was sheer torture for you,” Sophie said sarcastically.
“There’s no place like home, and home for me means being in my body,” Matt said.

Matt and Sophie hung out together for the rest of the day, but as the evening approached, they began to prepare for the gathering.
“Alright Lumiosa, I wish to be completely invisible to everyone except you, Sophie, Alexis, and myself,” Matt commanded.
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Lumiosa smiled. She took Alexis’ hand, and the two genies snapped their fingers.
“Did it work?” Sophie asked.
“Yes Miss Sophie,” Lumiosa replied. “With Alexis’ help, my Master can no longer be seen by anyone aside from the four of us.”
“Okay good,” Sophie said. “But Matt, I don’t advise you to take Lumiosa with you, in case they find her.”
“Well what if I need to wish for something?” Matt asked.
“Wish for a mental link between the two of you,” Sophie replied. “So you can think wishes to her.”
“Can I do that?”
“Yes you can, Master,” Lumiosa told him. “Do you wish for it?”
“Yes, I do.” Matt nodded. Lumiosa snapped her fingers.

“Hello Master,” Matt heard in his head, in Lumiosa’s voice.
“Woah…” Matt said out loud.
“Just think about sending words to me,” Lumiosa thought to him.
“Okay…” Matt thought. “Lumiosa, can you hear me?”
“Yes Master,” she thought back, before giggling.
“Judging by you two being quiet, I think we can assume it worked,” Alexis said, and Matt nodded.

Matt, Sophie and Alexis got dressed, Matt having to wish for his invisibility to apply to his clothes too. The three of them then teleported to Sophie’s house, and Alexis drove them to Mr Brookman’s house in Sophie’s Ferrari.
“Wow, this place is pretty nice,” Sophie said as they arrived at a large mansion.
“I’ve served royalty in the past,” Alexis said. “Trust me, this place is nothing.”

They drove up to the gate, and Alexis pressed the intercom button.
“Yes, who is it?” They heard Miss Showers’ voice say over the intercom.
“Sophie Swift and Alexis,” replied Alexis.
“Oh good, Mr Brookman was hoping you’d come,” Miss Showers said. “Proceed.”

The gate opened, and Alexis drove the car in. They got out of the car (Matt having Lumiosa let him pass through the door, to avoid having it seem to open for no reason), and were greeted by Mr Brookman and Miss Showers, or Apriya, as she was once known.
“Welcome, Miss Swift,” Mr Brookman said. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
“I figured it would be good to know my enemy,” Sophie said.
“Still don’t trust me, eh?” Mr Brookman said. “Well we’ll soon fix that, when you meet the others. Come with me.”

Mr Brookman led them inside, and Matt quickly separated himself from the group to snoop around. Mr Brookman showed Sophie and Alexis to a lavishly-decorated room, with a large fireplace, and many comfy-looking sofas and armchairs. Lounging around the place, she saw 8 people, whom she assumed were the other members of the group and their genies. The 4 she assumed were the Masters were 3 boys and a girl, while the genies were 2 boys and 2 girls. Sophie observed that no-one looked older than their twenties.

“Sophie, may I introduce you to the rest of the group,” Mr Brookman said. “This is Jürgen, Brian, Sarah and Neil, and their genies, Marcio, Lexia, Iago and Ophelia. Everyone, this is Sophie Swift, and her genie, Alexis.”
“Oh God…” Alexis groaned.
“What?” Sophie asked her. She quickly got her answer.
“Alexis, as beautiful as ever I see,” said Marcio, Jürgen’s genie.
“Hello Marcio…” Alexis said, obviously annoyed to see him.
“Why the last time I gazed upon your beauty, you were with that painter in Florence,” Marcio said, before squeezing Alexis’s ass. “Maybe if our Masters dismiss us, we can go for a quick “catch up” session. Or a long one.”
“As much as I would LOVE that,” Alexis said sarcastically. “My Mistress has forbidden me from having sex with anyone but her.” Alexis was lying, but Sophie could see why, so she didn’t say anything. Marcio looked at Sophie, and grinned.
“A shame, but your Mistress is quite the beauty herself,” he said.

“Marcio, setz dich!” Jürgen shouted at him. Marcio looked annoyed.
“Ihr Wunsch ist mir Befehl, Meister,” he said, before returning to his Master’s side.
“I apologise for my genie’s behaviour girls,” Jürgen said in a heavy German accent. “He has always been a raunchy one. Please, sit.”

Alexis and Sophie went over to an empty sofa, and sat down.
“It is a great pleasure to meet you,” said Sarah. “It is especially good to meet another female Master. Our last female member died 4 decades ago.”
“And one so young, too,” said Neil. “It gives me hope that our organisation will outlive the 5 of us.”
“You see Sophie,” Brian explained. “I hope you’ll let me call you that, by the way. The 5 of us here are all on first name terms. You see Sophie, all of us here are in our 60s or 70s. We’ve all not got many years left. It’s why we were all so excited when we discovered you. A girl with a genie who’s actually as old as she looks.”

“Would you like a drink, Sophie?” Mr Brookman, or rather, Alex, asked her. He then looked over at Miss Showers, who snapped her fingers. The doors opened, and in walked two nude, and VERY attractive girls, who were carrying several bottles of wine, and a glass for Sophie.
“What about Alexis?” Sophie asked.
“As you wish,” Alex said. Miss Showers snapped her fingers again, and another nude girl ran in carrying another wine glass. The girls then poured wine into the glasses for Sophie and Alexis, bowed, and left.

“I assume they’re not here of their own free will?” Sophie asked him.
“Not completely,” Alex replied, sitting down on an armchair. Miss Showers moved over to give him a shoulder massage. “But don’t worry, no-one misses them. They’ve been passed down through my family like Miss Showers here. The girl who brought Alexis’ glass, for example, was enslaved by my grandfather in 1830.”
“1830!?” Sophie exclaimed, trying not to spit her wine out. “How is that possible!?”
“Basic maths,” Alex replied. “My grandfather was born in 1811, and discovered Apriya’s lamp in 1827. He died in 1899, passing all his possessions onto his then 38-year-old son, who passed everything on to me when he died in 1955.”
“I guess that works, but how are those girls still alive?” Sophie asked. “I thought people still had to die at their time?”
“We do, but regular humans can be kept alive as long as we desire,” Brian explained.

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Meanwhile, Matt was walking through the house, looking around for where the lamps might be. Along the way, he passed many nude girls, who he assumed were servants. Or slaves.
“Lumiosa,” Matt thought to his genie. “Are all these girls brainwashed into being here?”
“I cannot know for certain, Master,” Lumiosa replied. “But I can tell you that there is a magical barrier on all of the girls, presumably put there by Apriya, which prevents other genies from interfering with them.”
“Looks like Mr Brookman probably enslaved them then,” Matt thought.

Matt wandered around, passing through doors like a ghost, happy that none of these servant girls seemed to realise he was there.
“Master, might I suggest checking the basement?” Lumiosa thought to him. “It seems like that would be a sensible place.”
“Good idea Lumiosa, thanks,” Matt thought. He eventually managed to find his way to the stairs to the basement, and he walked down. In there was a lot of wine, as well as many boxes. But what drew Matt and Lumiosa’s attention the most was the large safe at the back.
“Master, that safe has magical protection on it,” Lumiosa said. “It is likely where the lamps are being held, but I regret that this magical protection will prevent me from opening it for you, or teleporting it away. I’m so sorry Master.”
“Well, what about if you make me super strong and I carry it out?” Matt suggested.
“That would be possible, except that the safe would not be invisible, meaning that you would easily be caught. I’m afraid I do not see any way for you to liberate the lamps.”
“Right…” Matt thought, disappointed. “Well in that case, let’s see what Sophie’s up to.”

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“So Sophie, why don’t you tell us how you came to possess Alexis?” Sarah said.
“I tried that, she won’t tell,” Alex told them. “I don’t think she trusts us.”
“There is really no need to be afraid,” Brian said. “We’re not out to harm you.”
“Sophie, I think we should tell them,” Alexis said to her Mistress. “I don’t see anything particularly wrong with it.”
“My goodness, a genie who’s on first name terms with her Master,” Neil said. “You wouldn’t dream of that, would you, Ophelia?”
“No Master, that would be most disrespectful of me,” Ophelia replied, bowing her head.
“Alexis is my best friend,” Sophie said. “I treat her as an equal.”
“What a strange girl you are,” Sarah smiled. “I myself enjoy having Iago eat me out while he tells me how great I am. Aren’t I great, Iago?”
“Every second in your presence is an incredible honour, Mistress,” Iago replied. “Every day I thank the powers that be for being allowed to serve you.”
“Good boy, Iago,” Sarah smiled.

At this point, Sophie and Alexis both saw Matt phase through the living room door, and smile at them, before sitting down on an empty arm chair. Sophie resisted the urge to give him a look of “what the hell”, since she didn’t want anyone to realise he was there.
“I guess I may as well tell you all then,” Sophie relented. “3 years ago, I was walking home, when I felt a compulsion to walk into a house. There was a dying old man in there, who bequeathed Alexis to me.”
“Fascinating,” Alex said. “I’m impressed that you were able to operate in this town for 3 years without me noticing you.”
“I tried not to draw attention to myself,” Sophie replied.
“What impresses me more,” Brian said. “Is that Alexis’ previous Master was able to avoid our detection too. Who was he, girl? How long did he own you for?”

“First of all, I have a name, which I’d appreciate you using,” Alexis scoffed. “Secondly, his name was Eric Anderson. He was a soldier who found me in Berlin in 1945. He was a very kind Master, much like Sophie.”
“Well, at least Alexis is in our group’s possession now,” Neil said. “At least, if you’d consider joining us, Sophie.”

At this point, Miss Showers leaned down and whispered something in Alex’s ear.
“Interesting, thank you, Miss Showers,” he said, kissing her. “Everyone, it seems we have a spy in our midst.” Matt’s eyes widened at this, while Sophie and Alexis tried to look appropriately shocked for the group.

“Impossible, we would know!” Jürgen shouted.
“Then kindly look over to that chair,” Alex said, pointing to where Matt was sat. “There appears to be a human-shaped print in it, which keeps wriggling.” Everyone looked over.
“My word!” Sarah gasped.
“Master, this person appears to be immune to my magic,” Miss Showers told him. “Likely they also possess a genie.”
“Well in that case, reveal yourself, whoever you are,” Alex ordered Matt. “If you also have a genie, then you have nothing to fear from us.”
“Master, do you wish me to teleport you out of there?” Lumiosa asked Matt. Sophie waiting in nervous anticipation of what he’d do.

“I wish to be visible again,” Matt spoke, and in an instant, he was. “Hello everyone.”
“You’re lucky you’ve got a genie boy, or we’d probably have to wipe your memory, or worse,” Sarah said somewhat sinisterly. “Where are they, anyway?”
“Lumiosa, I wish for you to teleport here with your lamp,” Matt commanded. Lumiosa then immediately appeared, kneeled next to him, with her lamp in Matt’s lamp. Alex saw the lamp, and his eyes widened as he recognised it as the one that had been stolen from him, but he stayed quiet about it.
“So who are you?” Neil asked him.
“Matt Evans,” Matt replied. “I thought I’d pay you all a visit.”
“I’m Brian, and this is Sarah, Alex, Neil, Brian, and our newest member, Sophie,” Brian said.
“Oh I’m well aware of who Alex and Sophie are,” Matt told them. “They had a meeting the other day in his office.”
“How did you know that!?” Alex asked angrily.
“I was watching you, invisible,” Matt lied. “I overheard something very interesting while I was there. Apparently Alex here has 3 lamps that he’s hiding from you all.”

“That’s not true!” Alex protested.
“There’s a magical safe in the basement which I can’t get in,” Matt told them all. “I’m assuming that’s where they are.”
“Well perhaps we should take a look at this safe,” Jürgen said. “And put Apriya back in her lamp. We don’t want her interfering.”
“Very well,” Alex said, standing up. “Miss Showers, back in your lamp.”
“Yes Master,” she obliged, fading into a cloud of grey smoke, which shot upstairs to where her lamp presumably was.
“Off we go then,” Alex frowned.

The group then walked downstairs to the basement, where the safe was.
“Open it up, Alex,” Neil ordered him. Alex merely sighed, and opened it. There, sitting there on a cushion, were 3 magical lamps.
“Oh Alex, I’m disappointed with you,” Sarah said.
“Well I think that this ends our meeting for tonight,” Brian said. “I’ll take these lamps and add them to the others. The rest of us will convene to decide what to do about Alex.”

Everyone went back upstairs to get ready to go home.
“Tell me Matt, do you live locally?” Sophie asked him, annoyance obvious in her voice.
“Why yes I do…Sophie, was it?” Matt smirked in response.
“Then please allow me to take you home.” Sophie practically dragged Matt into the car, Lumiosa sitting next to him, while Alexis drove. Sophie waited until they were away before starting her rant.

“You fucking moron!” She shouted. “What were you doing in there!?”
“I couldn’t get into the safe, so I came to see what you guys were doing,” Matt replied. “When I got caught, I improvised.”
“That wasn’t in the plan!”
“So? They seem like nice people Sophie. I don’t think we’re in any danger.”
“Matt, those girls he’s got working at that place have been his family’s slaves for 200 years! And you saw how the others were rude to Alexis. They see their genies as possessions, not people. Hence why they’ve got 217 of them locked up.”
“Well maybe if we join their group, we can gain access to those genies, and get them out of there.”
“Still…I don’t trust them.”
“Sophie, perhaps Matt is right,” Alexis said.
“Alexis, shut up,” Sophie ordered her.

“I get you’re upset, and you don’t trust them, but I really think it might benefit us to stay with them,” Matt said. “Didn’t you say you were glad you’d found another guy with a genie?”
“Yes, but these people are different. They’re not like you. I agree we should stay with them, but they’re not our friends. We’re with them to free the captured genies. And then, who knows?”
“Alright then. Look…I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have shouted.”
“No, you should have. I went against the plan, and now that Alex guy’s suspicious of me. He’s gonna want to know how I got Lumiosa’s lamp.”
“Well we’ll have to see what happens next. What the other members do.”

They pulled up outside Matt’s house, and he and Lumiosa got out.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen now,” Sophie said. “I suppose we could be together a bit now at least. Just say we hooked up after tonight.”
“Do you wanna come in?” Matt asked. “Not necessarily for sex. Just for cuddles if you want.”
“No, it’s fine. I just want to go home and rest. Thanks though.”
“Alright then. Goodnight Sophie.”
“Goodnight Matt.”

The two of them kissed, and parted for the night.

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Author’s message: So sorry about not posting a chapter yesterday. I got about half way through before I got tired and went to bed, but you can possibly see why, since this is the longest chapter yet! I hope I got the mix of sex and plot right. I also included the suggestion for Matt and Sophie to swap bodies and have sex.

Just a warning that there almost certainly WON’T be a chapter tomorrow (Friday the 22nd), since I’ll be out tomorrow night, but I’ll try to get one up on Saturday.

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Part 2 of my Caveworms series. You should read part 1. It’s not necessary, but it may answer the question “What the fuck?”. It probably won’t though.

I lay there for a while in a daze, hoping, but not quite believing that what had happened to me yesterday was just a dream. The summer heat had started early again today, and I started to feel myself overheat under my covers, which were soaked in my sweat. With a groan I finally forced myself to stir, pulling off my sheets and sitting on the edge of my bed. I felt even heavier than before, and I was pretty sure my stomach had gotten bigger. I sat there with it resting on my legs, absent mindedly rubbing it all over, wondering just what I was going to do about this whole mess I was in. The hospital still seemed absolutely out of the question, and I didn’t seem to have any other options, so I resigned myself to my fate of being an unwilling incubator to this bizarre creature’s eggs. I took comfort from the thought that none of the worms seemed to have any teeth, and that they did seem oddly benign.

The urge to find a cool, open space slowly came to me, and before I’d even made a conscious decision, I found myself up and drifting towards the basement. I stripped out of my shorts and tank top as I descended the stairs. The air down there was nice and cool, and I felt a little refreshed. I sat in the middle of the room, the cool cement floor feeling really nice against my skin. I again started tracing my fingers across my engorged belly as that strange feeling of arousal I remembered from yesterday made my heart start to race.

I gently rocked my hips back and forth and moaned softly as I felt a stirring slowly build up inside me. The eggs seemed to be jerking about a little, as whatever was inside them began trying to force their way out. Damn these things grew fast! I was quite relieved that it would all be over soon, one way or another. That fantastic feeling of arousal was getting quite strong now, and grew more and more intense as each egg came to life.

“Oh my god!” I was startled suddenly by a voice coming from the top of the stairs. It was my little sister Hannah, and she looked freaked out. I looked up at her as she began quickly running down the stairs to my side. My arousal intensified even further as I watched her. She was wearing skimpy pyjama shorts and a matching top, and the sight of her plump little butt seemed to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen up to that point, and I felt a rush of giddiness that she would be here when my little ones came out. I don’t know where it came from, but as far as I was concerned, Hannah was now the sexiest creature alive, and I found myself drooling at the thought of the worms ravishing her as they did me.

“Amy what the fuck? Are you ok?” she said, deeply concerned. I looked back at her, feeling a wild look in my eyes. “I feel weird.” was all I managed to utter. She took my hand, and began to say something about getting me some help, but she was cut short as a an uncountable number of indescribable feelings suddenly peaked inside me, causing me to moan quite loudly. Hannah then screamed as she saw bulges begin to appear on my stomach, and start moving about. I could feel every worm finally hatch from its egg and start trying to make its way outside. One after another, two at a time, three, four, it went on and on. There were definitely hundreds, but I couldn’t hope to estimate any closer than that. It was the strangest thing, disconcertingly wonderful. Every inch of my womb, stomach, bowels and even my intestines were being tickled by scores of these slippery little suckers.

I barely even noticed that Hannah was trying to get away, but I was holding onto her with a strength I didn’t know I had. She kept screaming and struggling, begging me to let her go, but I really couldn’t. Besides, she was being dumb, there was nothing to be afraid of. Silly Nahnah, that’s what I used to call her, and she was being especially silly then, so I just held her tighter. I wanted to tell her to calm down, but I couldn’t seem to speak. My throat was full of something. My first worm had made its way into the world, and there were more right behind it. When Hannah screamed even louder and her struggle became more frantic I knew she’d seen it emerge. I then felt a worm at my cervix, tickling it as it forced its way through. I savoured the wonderful feeling of it being stretched wide open, and my pussy start to fill from the inside. I couldn’t believe, even as it was happening to me, that anything could feel so wonderful.

But it wasn’t until I felt my ass wink open that I actually started cumming. It was a hell of a thing, with that first contraction, a torrent of worms began to pour out of my pussy and ass. Thankfully, the ones emerging from my stomach were a little more leisurely in their birth, coming out just one at a time, and I realised then that these creatures were as benign as I thought. They’d never want to hurt me, or anyone.
The flow of newborn worms from my nether regions wasn’t a constant one, sometimes it was just one particularly large one forcefully pushing its way through until it popped out, followed by a whole bunch of smaller ones, and sometimes it was just a couple of average ones simply snaking their way out.

It seemed that most of the eggs that had been laid in my stomach had moved deeper while I slept, so far fewer ended up coming out from my mouth, only about a dozen or so. It wasn’t until the last of them finally emerged and fell to the floor with a soft, wet plop that I was able to taste that amazing fluid they had all oozed on their way out. I savoured the divine flavour for a moment, and felt a lot more clear headed. I opened my eyes and looked at Hannah as she was being molested by all the worms I’d given birth to so far. And there were a lot, they slithered and writhed all about her, some making their way up her leg, trying to get into her shorts.

She wasn’t screaming so much as whimpering by then, and she was leaning back as far as she could go, but I was still holding on to her hand. She fell back to the floor suddenly when I let go, and the worms then swarmed all over her. A couple pushed their way inside her shorts and her sounds of fear and distress suddenly gave way to a pleasured sigh. A couple of other worms then worked together to pull her shorts down, as still more came out of me. Seemingly involuntarily, Hannah spread her legs apart, and she had a few worms on her pussy that seemed to be sucking all over, as a couple more made their way between her buttcheeks and did something that caused her to arch her back and gasp.

It was so insanely hot watching all this happen to her while I continued to give birth to a seemingly never ending horde of these strange worm creatures. They were all over the floor now, many completely ignoring the both of us, content to just spread out across the room. Others were tickling and sucking on my stomach and boobs, but I barely noticed that because the feelings coming from my pussy and ass were just overwhelming.

Hannah was now almost completely covered in worms, only her head and a few patches of skin below were visible, and she was moaning in a most arousing way. One worm then started to rub its tip across her lips, coating them in its clear slime, which caused her to to recoil in horror for a second before obviously seeing how great it tasted. She started to suck ravenously, and it seemed happy to just let her drink from it like a big, thick straw.

I noticed that I was starting to feel emptier and emptier, I was nearing the end of my litter. I felt my ass close shut, and a feeling of great relief as a final, really thick worm slid out. It seemed like the best was saved for last, as something similar was happening in my pussy, but this one was even thicker. It was slow going, but I loved the feeling of my whole pussy being stretched wider than it ever had been before. When it crowned, I couldn’t believe how thick it was, and wondered how the hell I’d fit that thing inside me, along with all the others. It must have been at least four inches thick, and I loved seeing how my pussy stretched all around it as it slowly emerged. After it was about half way, maybe ten inches, the rest suddenly slid out and my pussy snapped shut behind it with a loud ‘plop’.

I felt so empty, yet so satisfied. I looked down and my stomach was still somewhat bloated, and I realised that I must still have had all the now empty eggs in me. I didn’t worry about it too much though, I was just glad to be back to a more manageable size. Hannah was still being molested by a host of worms, though I noticed none seemed to have actually entered her yet. Perhaps they were waiting for something? Waiting for me? What could I do? I carefully crawled closer to her, trying not to tread on any of the worms. But it was unavoidable, they were simply EVERYWHERE. Granted, the room wasn’t exactly huge, but I still couldn’t believe that the whole lot of them were all inside me just a few minutes ago.

Still, the worms didn’t seem to care when I crawled on them, so I figured they weren’t being hurt. I hadn’t really appreciated it in the cave yesterday, but the feeling of this warm, wet, wriggling carpet was quite amazing. And the smell! It now absolutely permeated the room, and that feeling of lightness came back.
Looking down at Hannah, with the worms all over her, sucking and massaging her, made me sigh. Her eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, a worm arched above her simply leaking its fluid into her waiting mouth. She made a few gargled sounds of contentment, and I just enjoyed the sight for a moment.
Then, all at once, most of the tentacles got off of her, only a few remaining around her feet. When she stirred and her eyes fluttered open, she just looked up at me with a weak smile.

“Hey.” She said groggily.

“Hey.” I replied, smiling back down at her. “How’re you feeling?”

“Weird.” she said as she arched her back and started to stretch like she’d been asleep for days.

“It’s pretty hot today, how about we take this off?” I smirked mischievously, tugging at her top. Without a word she just sat up and raised her arms. She was now as naked as me, and I was more turned on than ever. I’d never realised how hot my sister was before. Her hair was light brown like mine, but she kept hers shorter, down to her neck. She wasn’t a lot younger than me, she’d be fifteen in a few months, but her boobs hadn’t gone through the growth spurt mine had just yet, so they were still just perky little buds with small nipples. I licked my lips at the sight, and leaned down to put my lips on hers. It was weird feeling the tentacles in my hands as I supported myself on my arms, and I couldn’t resist gripping what I could grab, and loved how they slithered between my fingers.

My sudden kiss seemed to confuse Hannah a little. She didn’t try to push me away, but she seemed to start trying to say something into my mouth. She quickly gave up in favour of tenuously kissing me back though, and the taste of the worm’s fluid was thick on her lips, and when I slid my tongue into her mouth, it met with hers, she quite suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me close, her tongue now passionately wrestling with mine.

It was my first time ever kissing a girl like this. Even when I’d fooled around with my cousin all those years ago we never really went that far, since we didn’t know what we were doing. But now I felt like I was experiencing my first kiss ever, as all first kisses should be: a wonderful, unforgettable experience. I pulled my weight off my arms, grabbed her head and pulled her close to me, as we continued devouring each others lips.

I then felt a worm wrap itself around my ankle and start gently tugging on my leg as if trying to get my attention. I reluctantly broke our kiss, and looked back to see what it wanted, but it just let go and slithered away. I felt like I’d just been pranked, but then I noticed a couple of particularly long, thin worms emerge from the great mass that surrounded us and start slithering up Hannah’s chest. They looked identical, about an inch wide and maybe two feet long. They began to leak copious amounts of their fluid from the holes at their tips all over Hannah’s small breasts. While they did this, they used their other ends to massage it into her skin, paying particular attention to her nipples. Hannah smiled and gave a half moan half sigh as they did their work, making her chest all shiny and slippery.

I noticed that whatever they were doing was making her nipples start to swell up. I couldn’t help but watch in fascination as after a couple of minutes they looked quite engorged. They kept at it for a little while longer before both simultaneously reared up and started pushing down on her nipples, and judging by the way they pressed into her flesh, they were doing it quite hard.

Hannah really came to life then, arching her back and moaning more and more frantically. What I saw next was unbelievable. Slowly but surely, her nipples began to stretch around the worms as they pushed harder and harder. Hannah seemed now to be stuck between a place of unimaginable pleasure, and deep discomfort. She didn’t really seem to be in pain, but I could only imagine how bizarre it must have felt to have her nipples being slowly forced open and penetrated. I was a bit worried actually, since nipple holes are small, like REALLY small. It should not have been possible for anything thicker than maybe a pin to fit inside, and even then that would definitely not have felt good. But I quickly realised that the fluid they had used was somehow making her more stretchy.

Hannah suddenly screamed as the first worm finally managed to pop into her nipple, followed shortly by the second. It was such an incredible sight seeing her nipples being stretched to such an unbelievable degree, and she looked down at what was happening to her with a look of horror, mixed with an unmistakable amount of lust, on her face. Slowly, each worm wiggled its way in as I watched, utterly transfixed. A spiraling bulge began to form inside her boobs as more and more of the worms disappeared into her nipples. By the time they were about half way in, Hannah was reduced to a gibbering mess as she twitched and occasionally yelped from what looked like an insane orgasm.

Her chest was soon more bulge than boob, but the worms still had several inches left to go. They say time flies when you’re having fun, but thankfully this seemed to be a pretty slow process, so I was able to truly enjoy the unbelievable sight before me. My naked little sister, her skin shiny from the slime all over her, thrashing about in a non stop climax as two long, slippery worms slowly oozed their way into her nipples.

When the last bit of the first worm finally disappeared inside Hannah’s nipple, suddenly causing it to close shut with a soft, wet popping sound, looking at it, you’d never know it had been stretched so widely just a moment ago. When the second worm did the same, Hannah just lay there gasping for air. Her boobs looked quite silly then, as though she’d gotten some terrible spiral shaped implants. I wondered just what the hell these worms were doing in her boobs, and I gasped when I got my answer.

It was almost imperceptible at first, the spiral shape just becoming less and less defined, but the process seemed to accelerate exponentially and in mere moments it became quite obvious that her breasts had begun to inflate like a couple of balloons. My eyes grew wide as her boobs continued to expand. But they didn’t just become larger, they also seemed to become more swollen. Right before my eyes, her breasts went through a considerable growth spurt, going from something that barely filled a b-cup, to what must have been at least a dd. Not only that, but her nipples grew along with them, and were now about the size of a thimble.

I admit, at that point I hadn’t seen very many, but those were the most gorgeous boobs I had ever seen. They looked really firm, but not hard, and fell against her chest in big, beautiful lumps. Hannah had been watching the growth with as much interest as me, and she was the first to touch them. She initially just poked one with a finger, then quickly moved on to massaging them thoroughly. In fact, she ended up massaging them quite hard, as though they were hurting her. I decided to help her out a bit and moved my hands to rub them along with her.

She seemed grateful for the help, and our hands continuously clashed as they harshly rubbed her engorged, swollen breasts. I loved how they felt, fleshy, not fatty, and her nipples were so hard, they felt like a couple of tiny cocks. I suddenly felt something wet and warm on my fingers, and was shocked to find a stream of milk had started leaking out of her nipples. I licked up what was on my hands, and the next thing I knew, I was hungrily sucking on her tits.

I thought their fluid tasted great, but the milk these worms had caused Hannah to produce was something else entirely. It made every inch of me tingle and I sucked and sucked like I was dying of thirst. Hannah seemed to be enjoying it too, I could feel her wiggling beneath me, hear her moaning louder and louder as I continued gorging myself.

I felt satisfied before long, but couldn’t stop drinking. I knew I had to stop though, so I forced myself to sit up and I gasped as though I was coming up for air after being underwater for a little too long. Milk was still leaking from Hannah’s nipples, despite the amount I’d ingested, it didn’t look as though I’d even made a dent in her overall supply. She then pulled me down to her and we started making out again. I crawled atop her, loving the feeling of her huge, soft boobs against my own, and soon my chest was coated in her milk.

I felt a worm slither between us from between our legs, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths as it slithered higher and higher, rubbing against both our clits as it went. It nestled its way in between her boobs, and started pushing against me with a surprising amount of strength. I quickly took the hint and sat up, admiring the view beneath me. Hannah’s boobs seemed to have gotten a bit bigger, and the worm curled itself around one of them and started suckling on her nipple. It whipped its tail up and attached its other end to her other nipple and sucked on that one too. What a greedy little guy!

Hannah was really enjoying what it was doing to her, and I decided to make her feel even better. I scooted back a bit and unceremoniously planted my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth. It had the desired effect, I could feel her hips involuntarily jerk, but I held her firmly in place and started to flick her clit with my tongue.

Having never eaten a girl out before, I was glad to see that I seemed to be doing a great job. Hannah went wild as I went to town on her pussy. She tasted so delicious, and I was thrilled as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She grabbed handfuls of my hair and pushed my head into her pussy, desperately grinding herself on my face. With Hannah’s frantic movements, it was difficult to get at her clit when I wanted it, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Her moans became screams and when I felt her pussy start twitching, and a gush of sweet fluid burst over my chin and in my mouth, I knew I’d done it, and was quite pleased with myself.

I stood up on my knees and smiled down at Hannah, though she didn’t see me, she was too lost in pleasure. The worm detached from her nipples and slithered down her stomach towards her pussy. It was quite thick now, about maybe three inches across. I eagerly anticipated watching it stretch her pussy wide as hell and disappear inside her, but it didn’t. When it got between her legs, it slid across her clit, reintensifying her lingering orgasms, but it kept going. I then realised that its goal wasn’t Hannah’s pussy, it was mine. It slithered up my thigh and attached one end to my clit.

It didn’t start sucking as I expected though. It did something else entirely, I couldn’t figure out what for the life of me, but it somehow felt as though it was entering my clit. The worm slowly flattened its tip against me, and I suddenly started to feel really weird down there. I was then pretty sure I could feel something small and thin then making its way into my urethra, but I couldn’t be sure. It detached itself from my thigh and simply hung limp between my legs, still firmly attached to my clit and the area surrounding it.

The weird feeling became more pronounced as I noticed the worm begin to change colour, and though the sensation was slow to come on, it was in an instant that I realised that I was starting to FEEL the worm, as if it was a part of my body. It was now the same hue as my own flesh, more or less, and it raised itself up, the end not attached to me swelling up as it went.

There was no mistaking what the worm now looked like. While I had always perceived them in the same way as I did a penis, it now genuinely resembled one. A really fucking big one. And it was mine. I could actually feel it when I reached down to touch it. The tip, which had swelled into a very cock-like head, was as sensitive as my clit. I shivered at the sensation, and then noticed Hannah, who had seen the whole thing. Her mouth gaping, her eyes had a look of unbridled lust. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but she loved the sight.

She crawled over to me til her face was mere inches from my new cock, and looked up at me wide eyed and horny. “Can I… can I have that?” she asked, quivering.

“All yours lil sis.” I replied. With that she licked it, getting a good taste of the fluid that was leaking from the hole at the tip. Her eyes lit up and she started licking more, the feeling of her tongue playing with my cock was heavenly. She wrapped her lips around it, and tried to suck as much of it into her mouth as she could. It was too thick for her to get much in, but she continued sucking the fluid from its hole and making my knees quake.

My legs just couldn’t handle the amazing sensations she was causing, and I slowly sank to the ground, Hannah’s mouth hungrily following my cock until I was fully laying down, sighing as I felt the mass of worms beneath me massaging my back. She quickly settled into our new position and wildly slurped and sucked on my cock.

“Mmm, tastes so good.” she sighed between sucks, then started bobbing her head up and down on the small part of the head she could fit into her mouth. “But I want it deeper inside me.” Hannah looked up at me, her eyes full of lust.

“Then come here.” I said, and reached down to pull her face up to mine. As soon as our lips met, our mouths practically fused together. I loved the feeling of my tongue in her mouth, hers in mine, and when they met in between. I could feel her pussy against the shaft of my cock, and she grinded against it as we kissed with intense passion. I felt it move a bit, and though I couldn’t quite tell what was going on down there, Hannah lifted her hips up a bit and before I knew it, I could feel her pussy slowly start to open up around my cock.

Hannah sat up on me and started wiggling her hips to try to force my cock deeper into her insanely tight pussy. The head had barely entered her when I felt it come up against a barrier that I knew to be her hymen. Hannah jolted from a sudden feeling of pain, but then cautiously started to put more and more weight onto me. And then, as if she suddenly stopped giving a shit, she lifted her knees enough to put ALL her weight on my cock. Her scream pierced my ears as the whole head suddenly popped in and began a slow descent into her pussy. I couldn’t tell if it was a scream of pain or pleasure, but she kept forcing herself lower and lower onto my cock regardless.

We locked eyes as she descended and she grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to hers. My own hands traced random patterns across her back, hoping to add a little tenderness to this intense, raw passion that was electric between us. It was futile though, because I soon found my hands at her lower back, pulling our crotches together as hard as I could.

I wasn’t sure how long my cock was, maybe a foot, maybe more, but it was a little over half way buried in her pussy when it met her cervix. Did I mention how tight her pussy was? It bears repeating. Being inside her felt like trying to put on pants several sizes too small. But then I felt her cervix quivering and it was almost too much. She started lifting herself up and dropping down, gasping at each impact as my cock slammed against her cervix.

“I need more Amy!” she whined. “Fuck that thing right into me!”

Well, if she insisted. It took us a couple of seconds, but we quickly found a rhythm so her downward motions were met with my upward thrusts. Each impact sent shivers up my spine which spread across my whole body, but I could feel it going a tiny bit deeper each time. Her cervix was soon open enough to allow a bit of the tip of my cock past it, but all it took was one, final thrust for it to pop in, at which point she suddenly stopped, arching her back and staring at the ceiling, mouth agape.

Her body seemed paralysed, and I just sat there and watched her sink lower and lower onto my cock. I felt the back of her womb stretching around it as her pussy consumed the final couple of inches. She was still in the same posture, just letting out one big, long sigh as she grew accustomed to being stretched so wide, and penetrated so deep.

She slowly started rocking her hips back and forth, building up intensity until she was frantically bouncing up and down on my cock. Her boobs were still leaking milk, which also covered my own chest, and I couldn’t help but reach up to play with them as she rode me. When I felt that she was definitely used to having me inside her, I began thrusting. She couldn’t keep up with me, and soon she stopped moving at all as I started really pounding into her.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” was all Hannah could scream as I fucked her harder and harder. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Her pussy was stretched so wide around my cock, it looked so incredibly hot and I couldn’t imagine how good she must have been feeling. It felt pretty amazing to me too, but it was such an unfamiliar sensation. I could feel her pussy squeezing every inch of my cock as I thrust into her just far enough to leave only the head in her womb.

I could feel something welling up inside me, something I’d never felt before. I didn’t really know what it meant, but with it my cock seemed to become more and more sensitive. Then I felt a worm pushing its way between my buttcheeks and up against my ass. It wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt as it forced my tight hole open and wiggled its way in, deeper and deeper. It then stiffened, refusing to move with me, so instead, I moved against it as I thrust hard into Hannah. Just as I fucked her, I fucked it.

Hannah was going wild atop me, screaming and babbling incoherently as she was utterly overcome with pleasure. I grabbed her buttcheeks and held her in place and deepened my thrusts. I inched my fingers closer to her butthole all the while, before finally finding it and teasing it with my fingers. As if I’d pushed a button, that set her right off. I felt her pussy spasming all over my cock, as the worm in my ass suddenly seemed to swell up to nearly twice its size.

Hannah and I then came together, and I felt myself shooting a huge amount of liquid deep into her womb as her pussy massaged my cock. This liquid seemed to be coming from inside though, not from the worm that had attached itself to me. I grabbed onto her back and pulled her close, and she fell onto me, her engorged boobs pressing tight against my body. I gasped in shock as I felt the worm in my ass start popping out… over and over again. I quickly realised that it had become ‘ribbed for my pleasure’, and with perfect timing it pulled each section out of me, making my ass stretch and contract as it went.

I felt like the two of us were now just a pile of orgasms, and my ejaculation continued unabated. Hannah shivered on top of me as her entire system was wracked by the greatest things she had ever felt. Despite how lost I was in this orgasmic delirium, I couldn’t help but notice that her pussy seemed to be slowly sliding off my cock. I moved my hands back down to her butt, and noticed that it was a lot higher than it was just before.

The realisation that I was shooting so much cum into her that her stomach was being forced to expand to contain it all seemed to get me shooting into her even harder. I could swear I could even hear it splashing against the walls of her womb. I found myself suddenly sitting up, so that she was now in my lap, and the worm in my ass now bore all my weight, which made its journey out of me even more incredible. I then pushed Hannah down onto her back. The bulge in her stomach was now quite easy to see, and I couldn’t help staring at it growing bigger and bigger as I kept unloading into her.

I don’t know how long this took, it’s hard to keep track of time when you’re so overloaded with ecstasy you’re barely aware you even exist, but I could see her stomach swell more and more with each great spurt. By the time I was done, she looked heavily pregnant. Not as big as I’d ended up before, but maybe about 8 months along.

I let out a long, deep exhalation when the worm in my ass finally exited all the way, and my torrent of cum finally died down. I took a moment to admire my handiwork. Hannah’s huge boobs contrasted nicely with her now huge tummy, and the look on her face was one of total contentment and satisfaction. I wiggled my hips, trying to squeeze out every last drop of cum, and then suddenly I found that I could no longer feel my cock. Still buried deep inside my little sister, I watched it detach itself from my clit and started worming its way deeper into her pussy until it disappeared altogether.

It had a pretty big effect on Hannah though, as she quite obviously started cumming again. Looking down at her, I then noticed that my own stomach was now as flat as it had been before this whole thing started. It occurred to me that maybe the worm had somehow used all the eggshells inside me to help create the huge amount of cum I’d just unloaded. How efficient! I was honestly just glad to have them out of me either way, though I felt an odd urge to see my tummy all swollen again.

Oh well, there’d be plenty of time for that, for now I wanted to see how Hannah was doing. She was lying on her side now, drooling and occasionally twitching, obviously still cumming pretty hard. I somehow knew she was pregnant with something, though no eggs had been laid in her. Was the life cycle of these creatures really this complicated? I couldn’t wait to find out!

To be continued…

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Well, I was trying to learn to defend myself and so went to a martial arts place.

I just got a request for how I met my best friend and lover, Dana. I thought I would tell that and she is here with me at the moment to help me out with it.
Well, I was trying to learn to defend myself and so went to a local martial arts place to see if I could take lessons. No, I never did do very good nd still do not know much but anyway, I walked in and there was a woman and three guys there. The woman was wearing a black belt and as anyone knows, even me, that means that they know a lot. The two men were wearing green belts and she was finishing their session. She had short cropped dirty blonde hair and was very beautiful, blue eyes and a very athletic body that was obvious even through her custom made outfit. I waited until they had finished and she showed the guys out and she came to me, “What can I do for you?” she said drying her face with a towel. I was stunned at how awesome she looked and she said again, “Can I help you with anything?” I was already wet just seeing her, “Well, I want to learn how to protect myself.” I said. She laughed, “Well, I guess so, have a lot of guys after you?” she said. “Well, yes, but I just want to protect myself, I really don’t care about guys much.” I said. “Oh?” she said. “Yeah.” I told her. “Come with me.” she told me and we went to the locker room. She pulled out a uniform and sized me up and tossed me a top and bottom. “Take of everything and put this on.” she said. “Everything?” I said. “Yes, everything means everything, totally.” she said and left the room. I undressed and hung my bra and dress in the locker (I was not wearing panties) and went to the main room. She stood at the door and called me to follow her. She led me to a smaller room after she locked up for the night and closed the door behind her. There were mats and mirrors around the room and she came to me, “I am Dana but while we are in class you will call me mistress Dana, is that clear?” “Sure.” I said and her slap was not hard across my face. “Yes?” she asked me. “Yes Mistress Dana.” very good” she said. She back up and taught me the bow and my top was falling open which I did not mind and neither did she it seemed.

“I am going to give you a crash course and you can decide if you wanna go on, okay” she said. “Yes, Mistress Dana” I remembered to say. She smiled and stepped to me. She reached and took the collar of each side of the uniform and now it was pulling apart some more. “How do you make someone let go of you?” she said and I shook my head that I did not know. “Grab me the same way.” she said and I did. Suddenly she came up with both arms between my arms and spread them out and struck my in the chest above my cleavage knocking me back and some of the air left me. I fell on the mat and gasped. She took my hand, “No you do it.” and she grabbed my collars. I tried to do what she did but her hands stayed firmly on my uniform and then she pulled me towards her and she went down on her back rolling and her feet in my stomach and I was sailing through the air over her landing on my back my top almost all the way open. My tits were fully exposed and the nipples hard simply because I was getting hotter by the moment. “Nice, very nice” she said and stood over me. “Going to cover yourself?” she said. “Why, you will just throw me around again and my tits will come out again.” I said then included “Mistress Dana” she laughed and said, “You learn fast. Tell you what, just strip and we will do this naked.” she said and her uniform was almost off as she finished speaking. I did as she said and she saw I was dripping wet between my legs. “Sweating already?” she said. “No Mistress Dana, I am turned on and my pussy is soaked.” I said and she looked at me, “So, you like this?” she asked me. “Yes, Mistress Dana. I love it.” I said quietly. She stepped to me and her arms went around my shoulders and she kissed me deep, her tongue long and finding its way to my throat. I melted to the floor and she was beside me and then her hands on my tits and my nipples were on fire. Her mouth went to my nipples and began sucking then biting each one in turn. “Oh harder please harder.” I heard myself moan. Then her teeth dug into my nipples and I felt the blood driping from them down the sides of my tits and onto the mat. I had an orgasm at the same time and the spray from it soaked the mat under me. She went between my legs and her mouth found my pussy and I was going nuts with her tongue deep inside me. Then I let out a cry as her whole fist went inside me again soaking her with an orgasm and I was tossing all over the place. I slowed down and then she moved to tell me, “Eat me now, do it good.” and I went to her pussy and began licking her and kissing her the best I had ever done any woman. I ate her through 4 orgasms and she laid there limp. She pulled me up on top of her and kissed me. “You belong to me now, understand?” she said and I told her, “Yes Mistress Dana.” Lovers call each other by first names Dear, it is just Dana.” she whispered. “And I am Sue.” I said and we kissed for a long time wandering over each other and kissing and sucking and have orgasms slowly now, moving gently with each other.

The next day she moved in with me and we have been together ever since.

That is a short version but I have to go now.
love
sue

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Becky discovers a new, naughty hobby when she attracts the notice of her best friend’s mother!

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Four: Becky’s New Naughty Hobby

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Becky Davies

I felt so sticky and flushed as Tonya and I headed downstairs to eat dinner with her family. I was spending the night at her place while my sister and our parents had there slumber party orgy. I was thrilled to spend some time with my best friend.

Quality time.

We’d just made love, using little clit vibrators on each other. We had rubbed each other until we both were gasping and moaning and shuddering in rapture. We loved each other while her family was oblivious to our naughty fun. We had our naughty orgasm and then had to dress and come downstairs to eat dinner.

We didn’t have time to clean up more than wiping our fingers clean of pussy juices.

I wore my college uniform, my breasts bouncing beneath my blouse. I didn’t bother with a bra, my tits jiggling loose in my blouse. My nipples were hard, poking at the fabric. This was a mistake. I should have worn my bra.

We smelled of pussy. Her family would know what we’d been up to. How could they not? I trembled as Tonya and I reached the first floor and headed for their dining room. My heart pounded in my chest. My fingers clenched and relaxed.

They wouldn’t know. Couldn’t know. Her family wouldn’t understand. They were Christians. They weren’t nearly as permissible as my family. We were rather liberal for Christians. After all, we were all having sex with each other except my brother who had his two girlfriends. But Tonya’s family…

While I was sure her parents gave lip service to supporting gay rights and marriage, I doubted they wanted a daughter who devoured pussy.

We entered the dining room to find her father sitting at the head of the table, her brother on the far side already spooning up the homemade mac and cheese onto his plate, sprinkled with bacon bits. Mrs. Alberts, Tonya’s mother, bustled in from the kitchen with a platter of baked chicken that she sat down on the table.

“There you are, girls,” Mrs. Alberts said, glancing at me. She was a slender woman with sandy-blonde hair, a shade darker than Tonya’s platinum locks. She had a round face, her daughter’s features found in the woman’s motherly looks. She frowned at us.

I swallowed as he eyes flicked from me to Tonya than back to me. A nervous ripple ran through me. Did she know? Mrs. Alberts brow furrowed. She shook her head and then sat down. Tonya took the chair closest to her father, so I was sitting by her mother who was at the other head of the table.

Mrs. Alberts’s blue eyes glanced at me again. The tension swelled around my heart as her father said, “Let’s say grace.”

I took Mrs. Alberts hand and my friend’s, gripping them both. Just moments ago, the hand clutching Mrs. Alberts had been pleasing her daughter’s pussy. A strange rush shot through me. I lowered my head but didn’t close my eyes, glancing at the older woman as Mr. Alberts prayed.

A blush was slowly forming on Mrs. Alberts cheeks. Her hands squeezed mine tight, her fingers warm. My heart pounded. Her nose twitched. Was she smelling our passion? My heart thundered in my chest.

“Amen,” her father said.

“Amen,” the rest of us repeated, my friend giving my hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Alberts held mine for a moment longer, her eyes sliding open and glancing at me. She flicked her tongue across her lips, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I swallowed, not sure what to do. She released me.

“You girls look… flustered,” she said.

“Oh, well, we were, uh…” my friend floundered. “We were trying out some exercise moves. You know, keep in shape.”

“Yeah.” I nodded my head up and down. “Just… keeping in shape. You know… Healthy living.”

“Uh-huh,” Mrs. Alberts said.

“Mac and cheese looks great,” my friend said, spooning up her plate, the cheesy scent filling the air.

I looked away from Mrs. Alberts, shifting. My foot brushed the older woman’s beneath the table. I jerked back, squirming. I breathed in through my nose and, over the cheesy scent, I smelled the tangy scent of Tonya’s pussy. It had to be so obvious what we’d done.

Had she realized it, or… Was this all in my imagination? She wasn’t saying anything. She was spooning up her own plate and grabbing some lemon-baked chicken. I gathered my own food and ate at it, tense, waiting.

What would I do if she did figure it out? Had I gotten my friend in trouble?

As I sat next to Mrs. Alberts, naughty thoughts built in my mind. She was a beautiful woman. She wore a comfortable blouse and a pair of mom jeans. She was in great shape. Fit. Trimmed. As gorgeous as my own mother.

This naughty itch swelled through me. Flashes of Mrs. Alberts naked body burst in my mind. I pictured her breasts, her daughter’s figure but with larger breasts. Rounder. Not as big as mine, but plump. Perfect for playing with. What shade were her nipples? What did her pussy taste like?

My cheeks burned as my pussy grew hotter and hotter, my juices soaking into my panties. I squirmed on the seat, my feet shifting beneath the table, brushing her mothers. I shuddered at the contact, heat rippling through me.

I wondered if my mother had ever tried to seduce Mrs. Alberts. She’d never mentioned it, and she would have told me. Maybe she realized Mrs. Alberts wasn’t the type of girl she could seduce. Maybe Mom didn’t want to make things weird with my best friend.

Maybe I could try to seduce her.

It had worked out with my friend. And it always worked out with mom. I could be like her, seducing women while loving only Daddy. I could be like Sam and Mom, bringing him women to enjoy. He must be having a blast with Sam and her three friends.

They weren’t having an awkward dinner right now thinking naughty thoughts.

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Sam Davies

I shuddered as Daddy lined up his cock at my friend Courtney’s pussy. She was on the floor of our living room, squirming beneath me. Her tongue was fluttering through my snatch, licking me. My eighteen-year-old body trembled as I watched Daddy’s cock nuzzle into Courtney’s black bush soaked by her passion.

“Mmm, fuck her,” I moaned while Mom, wearing a naughty strap-on soaked in Courtney’s pussy juices, moved around behind me. All my friends were no longer virgins. Daddy had popped Rita’s and Tammy’s cherries, the pair now writhing in lesbian passion on the other side of the room, while Mom had taken care of Courtney.

Now it was Daddy’s turn to fuck my friend.

I leaned down, slipping into that sixty-nine position on my friend. Courtney whimpered into my pussy. I maneuvered into position to get a close-up look at my Daddy sliding into her cunt. An eager thrill ran through me.

Daddy’s cock pressed against my friend’s pussy lips. His crown pressed forward, her labia widening to engulf it. She shuddered beneath me as Daddy’s shaft slid into her. He went deeper and deeper into her, filling her.

“Yes,” I whimpered, my body trembling. I pressed my small titties into my friend’s belly as Daddy penetrated her fully. “Love her, Daddy.”

“I am,” he groaned.

My tongue flicked out and lapped at my friend’s clit, fluttering right above my father’s cock. I squirmed on top of my friend, grinding my pussy on her face. She licked through my folds as she moaned out in delight.

Daddy’s hips drew back. His cock emerged coated in her juices. I licked at his shaft, tasting her sweet cream. I shuddered, caressing Daddy’s dick. Then he thrust into her, his stomach brushing my temple.

“Sam!” Courtney moaned. “Ooh, he feels different from a dildo.

“That’s a real cock in you, honey,” moaned my mother. She was behind me.

I gasped in delight as Mom pressed her dildo against my pussy. I shuddered as she rubbed her fake cock up and down my twat. She caressed me. I whimpered in delight as the heat shot through me. She teased me. My friend fluttered her tongue against my clit.

Mom penetrated me.

She rammed her dildo to the hilt in me while Daddy fucked my friend. I whimpered, licking at my friend’s pussy while Mom fucked me. Courtney’s tongue danced around my clit, caressing me, sending sparks of delight through my snatch. My pussy squeezed around the thrusting dildo, burying to the hilt in me.

Pleasure washed through me. I groaned in delight as bliss rippled through me. My hips wiggled back and forth, her dildo swirling around in me. I whimpered. My tongue lapped at my friend’s pussy lips, caressing her labia spread around my daddy’s dick. I brushed them both, feasting on them.

Her sweet juices covered my lips. I loved it. I whimpered. Moaned. I shuddered as Mom fucked me. She drove that dildo into me. I whimpered in delight. Such hot pleasure surged through me as Daddy fucked Courtney.

“Mmm, pound that little slut,” Mom moaned. “Just ram that cock into that pussy I broke in for you honey.”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching on the dildo in my pussy. Mom was wild. She did such wicked things for Daddy. I loved it. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring the fake cock around inside of me as my mother pounded me. She thrust hard into me. Her crotch smacked into my rump, her hands stroking me.

“Just flood her with your cum. Breed the little slut,” Mom moaned.

I shuddered at that naughty idea.

Daddy’s cock thrust harder. “Yes!” he grunted. “Damn, Linda.”

“I know,” my mom moaned, her dildo plunging into my cunt.

I licked at Daddy’s cock and my friend’s cunt, her tongue dancing around my clit. Daddy had balls full of cum. He could pump so much into her, breeding her nineteen-year-old cunt. She was his student. This was so naughty.

My orgasm built faster and faster. My hips wiggled from side to side, the heat swelling through me. This naughty passion built in me. This wicked heat that billowed through me. I shuddered as Mom fucked me hard, her crotch smacking my rump.

“Breed her, Daddy,” I whimpered.

Courtney groaned around my clit. She sucked hard on it, adding sparks of delight to the electricity building in me. My toes curled. My hips wiggled from side to side. This was incredible. My entire body trembled as I came closer and closer to coming.

I nibbled on Courtney’s bud. I sucked on it. Her sweet juices coated my tongue as Daddy fucked her. He plowed into her. He grunted over and over. He stroked my back. He caressed me as he buried that wonderful cock into her.

“Cum in her and breed her, Daddy!” I moaned.

“Yes!” Mom gasped, slamming the dildo into my twat, her crotch smacking into my rump.

“You are just as naughty as your mother,” groaned Daddy as my tongue fluttered against his dick and my friend’s pussy.

“I am, Daddy!” I moaned, on the verge of cumming.

Courtney nipped my clit with her teeth.

I gasped and came.

My pussy writhed around Mom’s dildo. I felt my juices gushing out around the fake cock. They spilled out of my snatch. My friend licked and lapped at me. I shuddered as the pleasure spilled through me. This wonderful heat that billowed through me. My eyes fluttered. My heart pounded in my chest.

I loved it.

“Mom, Mom, yes!” I howled. “Your dildo is amazing!”

“Mmm, are you cumming already?” Mom moaned, thrusting into my pussy.

“Yes!” I gasped.

I sucked on Courtney’s clit, nursing on her bud like she did mine. Daddy’s cock pumped in and out of my friend’s cunt. She twitched and gasped beneath me, her belly rubbing against my tingling nipples. Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure surged around me.

Daddy grunted. Mom groaned. Courtney squealed.

My friend bucked beneath me. Her sweet juices gushed out around my daddy’s cock. She was cumming on his amazing dick. I groaned, my pussy spasming around my mother’s dildo. My own climax intensified, another one bursting inside of me and carrying me higher and higher.

“She’s going wild on my dick,” groaned Daddy.

“Cum in the slut,” Mom moaned.”

“Breed her, Daddy!” I howled, stars bursting across my eyes.

My friend moaned around my clit.

Daddy slammed to the hilt in my friend. He grunted. Groaned. My head snapped up to stare at his face. His masculine expression twisted in rapture. He fired cum into her. He flooded her with his passion. He was firing his cum into her. Maybe making another sister for me to play with.

Mom gasped behind me. She was cumming, too. Cumming from fucking me with a strap-on. I shuddered. My eyes fluttered and groaned. My hips wiggled from side to side. I panted, my heart pumping bliss through me.

This was such an awesome slumber party.

Daddy groaned. He pulled his cock out of her pussy. The moment his cum spilled out, jot jizz mixed with my friend’s pussy juices, I pressed my mouth over her cunt. I drank down my daddy’s incestuous cum, that salty mix of delight combined with my friend’s sweet flavor.

My tongue thrust into her depths. She whimpered as I scooped out my daddy’s cum from her depths. I whimpered, my orgasm peaking in me. My pleasure buzzed through me as I devoured this delicious creampie. Mom pulled her dildo out of me.

Courtney buried her tongue inside of me. Shame she didn’t have a salty treat to devour.

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Steve Davies

I panted as I watched my daughter eating out her friend. She feasted on the creampie. My wife gave me a naughty smile. She arched her eyebrows, a questioning look. I nodded. We were thinking the same thing.

I hoped I had bred Courtney.

I was so corrupted by the phone. It was shocking what it had led me to do. A week ago, I was struggling with the ethics of fucking anyone besides my wife. Now… Now I was hoping to breed the three barely legal beauties writhing in my living room.

“Sam!” Courtney squealed. The girl writhed from my daughter’s naughty feasting. Sam’s supple back flexed as she squirmed atop her friend.

Moans came from the other side of the room where Rita and Tammy still sixty-nining. They looked delicious, feasting on each other, Rita’s ebony flesh a lovely contrast to Tammy’s pale delight. I grinned at them, my cock throbbing, still hard.

“Oh, his cock’s free!” Rita cried out.

The Black girl bounded to her feet, her round breasts bouncing. She had such a sleek hue of dark-brown skin, her nipples hard points. She darted towards me, such zeal in her eyes. She fell to her knees beside me and grabbed my dick soaked in Courtney’s pussy juices.

“You didn’t cum in me,” she moaned. “You just came on me.”

“True,” I said, grinning at her.

“Mmm, go for a ride, sweetie,” Linda said, my wife grinning, her auburn hair falling about her flushed face. Her large tits rose and fell, her dildo, soaked in our daughter’s juices, swaying before her.

“Yes!” Rita moaned.

“Ride?” Sam’s head snapped up, her short, fiery hair swaying about her face. She wiped at her mouth, covered in Courtney’s pussy. “I want to go for a ride!”

“Well I’m getting his cock,” Rita said, pushing me down onto my back and then mounting me.

“Mustache ride!” my daughter giggled and sprang off her friend.

“I don’t have a mustache,” I groaned.

Sam shrug as she stood over me. I stared up at her shaved folds juicy with her cream. She lowered herself to me as Rita guided my cock to her pussy. She, too, was shaved, a landing strip of dark hair leading to her snatch. Her hot lips brushed my cock, the Black girl whimpering in delight.

“Let’s ride my daddy!” Sam squealed then she planted her pussy right on my mouth.

I groaned as my tongue darted through her folds. I caressed her. Licked her. I thrust my tongue deep into my daughter’s pussy. I swirled around in her, making my daughter moan as her tart juices soaked my tongue.

Rita slammed her pussy down my cock. I groaned as more and more of her snatch engulfed my shaft. She whimpered, enjoying being deflowered and taking my dick into her pussy. Her cunt squeezed around me. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring my shaft around in me.

“Ooh, you took all my daddy’s cock!” Sam moaned as she squirmed on my face.

“Uh-huh,” moaned Rita, her pussy squeezing around my cock. “I am so glad you talked us into this! Your family rocks!”

“I know!” Sam moaned.

Rita slid her cunt up my cock. I groaned at the delight. My toes curled. The pleasure surged through me. This wondrous heat that billowed out of me. Her hips danced around my cock, swirling that juicy snatch around my dick. I groaned into my daughter’s pregnant snatch.

I had bred this pussy.

I had made a new life with my daughter. Sam was a piece of me, and I’d bred her. It was incredible. My tongue fluttered through her tart juices. I growled into her snatch as Rita worked that juicy cunt up and down my dick, her eighteen-year-old pussy teasing me.

I had a barely legal girl riding my cock. It was incredible. This was an amazing treat. I groaned and gasped. It was incredible. My tongue darted through my daughter’s folds. I ate her as her friend rode me. Sam’s incestuous juices filled my mouth.

“Ooh, ride my daddy’s cock!” moaned Sam. “Mmm, he’s going to breed you.”

“What?” Rita gasped, her pussy clenching down around my cock. “Oh, god, he might.”

“Put a little baby right in that cute belly.” My daughter shuddered atop me, her pussy clenching around my tongue.

“What about you?” asked Rita, her pussy growing hotter around my dick. Her pussy squeezed about me. “Are you going to have a baby?”

“Maybe,” moaned my daughter. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing around me. “Wouldn’t that be hot?”

“Super hot!” her friend moaned. “Ooh, this is amazing. Mmm, your daddy’s going to breed me. That would be wild.”

“So wild!” gasped my daughter, her pussy grinding across my face.

They both rode me, moaning, gasping, enjoying themselves. I ate my daughter’s twat while her friend’s cunt caressed my dick. Her pussy squeezed around me. My balls tightened. My dick twitched and throbbed in her pussy. Pleasure flowed through me. I groaned, my hands clenching, relaxing. This amazing pleasure built in my balls.

I groaned into her pussy. My tongue darted around her pussy folds. It was amazing. This delicious treat. I shuddered as I feasted on her. I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I couldn’t stop licking her. I devoured her. I loved the taste of her pussy. My daughter’s cream soaked me.

“He’s going to breed us both!” my daughter moaned, her hips dancing, her little ass flexing. I stroked her thighs as she whimpered. “That’s so hot, Rita!”

“Yes!” Rita moaned, slamming down my cock. “Ooh, play with my titties while your dad breeds me!”

“Uh-huh!” my daughter moaned. She shifted on my face, leaning forward. I stared up her supple back. Then I heard the naughty sounds of sucking.

I pictured my daughter’s pink lips sealed around her friend’s dark-brown nipple. Sucking, nibbling, and pleasing Rita. The Black girl’s cunt tightened about my dick. She slammed down my shaft, squeezing hard. Pleasure surged through her.

I shuddered, my toes curling. I groaned into my daughter’s snatch as her friend’s pussy massaged my cock. I thrust my tongue deep into Sam. I churned my daughter up, drinking in all her juices. I gripped Sam’s thighs as Rita slammed down my dick.

“Yes, yes, that’s how your new sister is going to nurse from my breasts!” moaned Rita. “Your daddy’s going to breed me. It’ll be so hot!”

Rita came on my cock.

Her pussy writhed around my dick. I groaned into my daughter’s snatch at that wonderful heat writhing around me. I groaned as her pussy milked me. This juicy heat bathed my crotch, soaking my balls full of cum.

Rita moaned, adding her passion to the room. My wife and Tammy were having their fun while I growled into Sam’s pussy. My daughter shifted, her pussy lips sliding across my mouth. I sucked on her clit. I nursed on her as Rita’s pussy milked my cock.

Bringing me to the brink of erupting.

“Cum in me, Mr. Davies!” howled Rita.

“Do it, Daddy!” Sam moaned.

My daughter shuddered. Then she squealed. Her pussy juices gushed into my mouth. Her sweet cream flooded me. I delighted in drinking my daughter’s cream. I drank down her passion. It was incredible. My toes curled as Sam squealed atop me.

“Breed my friend, Daddy!”

My cock erupted.

My cum fired into Rita’s snatch. The pleasure boiled out of me. This wondrous heat that drowned me. I groaned and growled. The pleasure surged through me. This amazing passion that spilled over me. I groaned and gasped, my heart pounding with such passion.

It was incredible.

A heady rush.

This amazing delight.

Rapture shot through me. Rita’s cunt spasmed around my cock, milking out more and more of my cum. I groaned. Stars burst across my vision as I savored this wondrous passion for breeding a sexy coed.

I licked through Sam’s pussy folds as I fired the last of my cum into Rita. I shuddered as I devoured my daughter’s cunt. It was incredible to enjoy her pussy as I came down from my orgasmic high. It was an amazing treat to enjoy my daughter.

“Oh, Mr. Davies,” moaned Rita. “Oh, wow, that was incredible. Mmm, you gave me such pleasure. This is the best slumber party ever!”

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Becky Davies

I watched Tonya trembling on the bed, dazed from her orgasm. I made her cum so hard, she had to scream into her pillow. My lips were smeared in her tangy juices. I licked them, my large breasts rising and falling.

“Becky,” Tonya mewled as she rolled over onto her side. “I just… Mmm…”

I smiled as she drifted off into sleep. I made her cum hard.

The house was silent. We had waited until everyone had gone to sleep before continuing our love-making. I was pretty sure her mother hadn’t figured anything out. She hadn’t said anything. She certainly didn’t demand that I go home. If she thought we were having lesbian sex in here, I knew she would.

I licked my lips, lying down beside my friend, panting, groaning. My friend was asleep, but I was keyed up. I wanted to more naughty things. But Tonya was breathing in that soft, regular way. She was out.

I guess I couldn’t be mad for making her cum so hard she fell asleep. I should be proud of it, even if it left me feeling itchy and in need of some loving. I sighed and settled down beside her. I could fall asleep and maybe I would eat her in the early morning.

I closed my eyes, wanting to let lethargy sink me away when…

My bladder was full.

I rolled out of bed, my large tits, inherited from my mother, swaying before me. I bent down to grab my blouse and pull it on when a naughty impulse caught me. The house was dead quiet. I could only hear the faint groan of wood settling, that creak that all houses made in the dead of night.

I padded across my friend’s bedroom and opened the door, peering it on the hallway. A faint light came from the stairs, a lamp or something left on. It splashed just enough light around for me to see. The door to Casey’s bedroom was across the hall. Her little brother was asleep, faint snoring coming from there. The bathroom was to the left with the master bedroom right beyond it.

I crept into the hallway. My breasts swayed before me. My heart pounded as I moved down the corridor. The floor creaked beneath my feet. My entire body shook. This was so wild to be naked in my friend’s house. I licked my lips, my braid swaying down my back. I reached the bathroom door, Tonya’s parents’ bedroom only two feet away.

I darted into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. My breasts rose and fell. I was such a naughty girl. I swallowed and then padded to the toilet. I sat down on the cold porcelain. I swallowed as I peed. My fingers rubbed at my thighs.

My toes curled.

I stared at the door, expecting someone to knock on it. I had locked it, but… It was exciting. I was so juicy. I wanted to masturbate. When I finished peeing, it made me groan as I wiped myself. I wanted to keep stroking myself, to masturbate right there in the bathroom. I wanted to cum hard.

Maybe I should wake up my friend with some pussy licking.

I flushed the toilet and shuddered. My fingers twitched and flexed. I thought about thrusting my fingers between my thighs and rubbing myself. I groaned as my fingers slipped down to my pussy, sliding through my pubic hair.

I could just finger myself right here. I could masturbate. Her parents were sleeping on the other side of the wall. I shuddered, my heart pounding. I ached so much. I licked my lips, tasting my friend’s tangy passion.

I could finger myself and eat her.

I wrenched the bathroom door open, stepped into the hallway, and froze as her parents’ bedroom door opened.

Mrs. Alberts took a step forward and blinked. “Becky!” Her eyes flicked down at my body illuminated by the light flooding up the stairs. She was wrapped up in a robe, her sandy-blonde hair falling about her flushed face. “What are you doing? You’re naked.”

Her gaze arrested on my breasts. She clutched her robes tight. Behind her, her husband snored. I trembled. There was something about the way she was looking at my naked tits. This strange confidence swelled in me. I was a shy girl.

But I had seduced Tonya into lesbian passion.

I was my mother’s daughter. All my life, I knew about her seducing other women, seeing the girls she would bring home to have “adult talks” with Dad in their bedroom or to have special “adult slumber parties” with their special friends. Now this beautiful woman, this mature version of my friend—my lover—stood before me.

“I’m naked because I had to pee,” I said.

“But… but…” she spluttered. Though she was twice my age, I felt in charge here. I arched my back, my breasts thrusting out before me. I had never been one of those girls—yes, even a private Christian college has slutty girls—who flaunted her body. Who deliberately unbuttoned blouses and wore tight skirts to show off their nubile forms.

I took a step closer to her. My breasts were almost grazing her nipples. I could see her husband sprawled on the bed, on his belly. Mr. Alberts could sleep through anything, but just knowing he was feet away made this so wicked.

“Don’t you have to pee after making love?” I asked her. “Mmm, your daughter and I… Well, she’s sleeping soundly now.”

“Becky,” Mrs. Alberts groaned. Her voice had this throaty cadence to it that made me shiver. “What are you saying?”

“You know what I’m saying,” I said, my hands resting, almost casually, on her hips. I felt her skin through the terry cloth robe. “You were suspicious at dinner, weren’t you. Seeing us flushed and flustered. You knew we weren’t exercising.”

She swallowed.

“We just had such delicious orgasms,” I purred, pulling her closer to me.

I groaned as my naked breasts pressed into her robe, the fabric rubbing on my nipples. I was being bold just like my mother. She would pounce on Mrs. Alberts. Mom wouldn’t hesitate. So I couldn’t, either.

“And you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? I felt you staring at me. Wondering what we were doing.”

“N-no,” she said. “You should… You should get dressed and… and…”

I pressed tighter against her while my arms slid around her hips to hug her. I itched to grab her rump. I felt the plumpness of her breasts through the robes, my nipples drinking in the fabric. My hips wiggled from side to side.

“Do you really want me to do that?” I asked her, my voice a throaty purr.

“I… I…”

My head drifted toward hers. I gave her plenty of time to pull away. To jerk back as I brought my pussy-stained lips closer and closer to planting on hers. She shuddered against me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her tits rubbed against mine through the robe.

She didn’t pull away.

I kissed my friend’s mother with lips coated in Tonya’s pussy juices. It was so wild, giving this sexy MILF a taste of incestuous passion. Our mouths pressed hot together. She whimpered into my lips as I kissed her with hunger, my hands gripping the back of her robe, clutching to the terry cloth fabric.

My nipples pulsed and throbbed. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as I kissed her with my pussy-stained lips. She shuddered against me, her lips working back against mine. She trembled and whimpered, her body trembling against me.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She tasted so sweet.

Felt so heavenly.

I slid my hands down to grip her rump. I kneaded the MILF’s delicious ass, my fingers digging through the fabric of her robe. It felt so naughty against my skin, that fluffy texture caressing my stomach, my thighs, my palms, and my nipples. Heat rippled through me as our tongues dueled.

Her husband snored, oblivious.

I turned her as we kissed. I pressed her against the wall, the short space between the bathroom door and the end of the hallway where the open master bedroom door lay. She trembled against me, kissing me back, her hands grabbing my naked hips, fingernails biting into my skin.

I broke the kiss and stared into her glossy, blue eyes. She licked her lips, panting. “Becky?” she groaned. “What… I…”

“Mmm, did you like that tangy flavor?” I asked. “That was your daughter’s pussy.”

“Oh, Lord,” she groaned and trembled. Then she kissed me with such hunger.

The married MILF thrust her tongue into my mouth. I groaned as it dueled with mine. My hips wiggled from side to side. We kissed while her husband slept. I could see him in the corner of my eye, sheets covering half his hairy back, his arm thrust over his wife’s side of the bed.

Mrs. Alberts kissed me with hunger. Her hands slid from my hips to my lower back. I shuddered as they crept lower and lower until she was kneading my rump. She pulled me tight against her. Our tongues dueled together, caressing, driving each other wild.

My heart raced in my chest. This was incredible. Such a rush to experience. I whimpered as I loved her. I kissed her with such hunger. It was incredible. Our tongues danced and dueled as the pleasure rushed through me.

I broke the kiss as my hands slid between us to find the ties of her robes. “Mmm, delicious, right?”

“Oh, Lord, I shouldn’t have done that,” she moaned. “We shouldn’t be doing that. My husband…” She hissed with such passion, her voice low but brimming with her excitement. Her fingers bit into my rump as she squeezed.

“Doesn’t that just make this more exciting?” I asked her as I pulled on the ties of her robe.

She whimpered as I stepped back enough to open her housecoat. I gazed down at her round breasts exposed, plump, her nipples as fat as mine, a shade of dusky pink. Her areolas were large, her breasts not as perky as her daughter’s or mine, but still beautiful.

I cupped them, kneaded them. She whimpered and shifted. Her hips wiggled back and forth. I thumbed over her nipples, massaging them. She kneaded my ass as I did that. My tongue flicked across my lips, tasting her mouth. I salivated.

“How long have you thought of doing things with a woman?” I asked her.

“A few years,” she moaned, glancing at her husband. “I’ve heard… rumors about your mother. That she’s… gay.”

“Bi,” I corrected. “She loves my father. They like to… share.”

Mrs. Alberts shuddered. “He’s a deacon! He shouldn’t do that, and neither should she, but… but…”

“It made you wonder what it would feel like if a woman did this?” I ducked my head down and engulfed her nipple.

“Yes!” she moaned, her fingernails scraping up my lower back from my rump. “Becky! This is wrong.”

I didn’t care. I suckled on her nipple, nursing like Tonya had as a baby. I swirled my tongue around her fat nub between suckles, loving the way her fingernails bit into my back. She whimpered and groaned, her head tossing back and forth.

I sucked on her breast. I loved the feel of her nipples between my lips. I sucked and licked. This wicked thrill shot through me as I enjoyed her nub. My tongue danced around it, caressing her, savoring how she shivered back and forth.

My hands slid down her naked belly as I loved her nipple. I reached her bush, felt her silky curls. I pressed through them, moving between her thighs. She gasped as I cupped her hot folds. Her juices flowed, soaking my hand.

“Becky!” she whimpered.

Her husband snored louder for a moment.

I shuddered as she squirmed. I rubbed at her pussy, staring up at her flushed, round face twisting with pleasure. Her hips wiggled from side to side as my fingers caressed her hot folds. They were thicker than her daughter’s, not the tight slit but the mature cunt of a sexy mother.

I thrust a pair of my fingers into her pussy, her silky warmth clenching around my digits. I released her nipple, rising, pressing my naked tits into hers. I stared into her blue eyes. She groaned, her hips wiggling while my fingers pumped in and out of her twat.

“Mmm, when was the last time you were this wet?” I asked her. “This hot?”

“I don’t remember,” she groaned. “Becky… we should stop this.”

“You don’t want me to stop,” I moaned, my pussy on fire and I didn’t care. I wanted to give this MILF such wicked delights. “You want me to show you a true lesbian experience.” I leaned in to nuzzle at her ear, pressing my tits tighter into her round breasts. Our nipples brushed, sparks flaring, as I whispered, “You want me to go down on you? To eat your hot, married cunt?”

“Oh, Lord, Becky,” she moaned, her pussy clenching on me.

I fell to my knees before her, my tits sliding down her lush body. She trembled, staring down at me, an errant curl of blonde hair spilling over her cheek. I ripped my fingers from her pussy and leaned forward, inhaling her tart musk.

Mrs. Alberts gasped as I nuzzled into her pussy. She squirmed into the wall, her breasts jiggling, her open robe swaying about her lush, mature body. Her toned stomach flexed. She whimpered, glancing at her sleeping husband as my tongue slid through her folds.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” she moaned, her back arching, robe rustling against the painted wall. Then she clamped a hand over her mouth, groaning into her palm.

I grinned, her daughter doing something similar earlier.

I thrust my tongue into her married depths, fluttering around inside the MILF as she shuddered. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her cunt around on my mouth. I fluttered through her, caressing her, loving her.

Her juices flooded down my mouth. This wonderful delight that made me shiver. My cunt clenched as the heat swelled and billowed through me. I darted my tongue into her depths. I stirred around in her, licking her, feasting on her.

She groaned in delight. Her hips flexed and shuddered. She moaned into her hand.

“Mmm, Mrs. Alberts,” I moaned. “You taste as good as your daughter.”

I thrust my tongue into her pussy—the hole that had birthed my friend—and devoured her. I swirled my tongue through her. I made her groan and shudder and whimper out in delight. Her hips swayed from side to side. She stirred her pussy around my face. Her juices flowed down my chin. It was an incredible delight to enjoy.

Her juices coated my face. This wondrous heat that spilled such passion down my lips and tongue. I fluttered through her, licking, lapping, devouring her. She tossed her head back and forth. Her hands clenched and fluttered.

I flicked my tongue up to her clit as my hands slid up her thighs. I rubbed her pussy lips with my fingers as I sucked on her bud. She bucked. Her tits heaved. She screamed into her hand, muffling her passion while her husband snored on.

Oblivious.

I plunged two digits into her juicy cunt, fucking them in and out fast, hard. My own pussy dripped juices. I was on fire. I shuddered as I nursed on her clit with such hunger. I stared up at her moaning into her hand, trying to hide the lesbian passion burning through her.

I nibbled on her clit.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy fast.

She shuddered. Her face scrunched up. Then she bucked. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Her juices bathed over my hand. They coated me, filling the air with her tart passion. My tongue licked around my digits buried in her twat, lapping up her cream as I gave her rapture.

“Becky!” she moaned into her hand, her words just understandable. “Lord, Lord, Becky!”

Her eyes squeezed shut as her pussy convulsed around my digits. My tongue fluttered. I licked up all her juices. I reveled in her passion. Her head tossed back and forth. Her breasts rose and fell as she whimpered and groaned.

It was such a wicked treat to enjoy.

I pulled my lips away. I panted, my heart thundering in my chest. I rose, pulling my fingers out of her pussy. She stared at me, her eyes blue. Her breasts rose and fell. I sucked on my fingers then turned and sauntered down the hallway.

“Becky…” she whimpered.

“When you’re ready to eat my pussy, you’ll know where to find me, Mrs. Alberts,” I told her when I reached her daughter’s door.

I slipped into the dark bedroom, leaving the MILF shuddering in the hallway, my pussy on fire. Feeling wicked, I crossed the room to my sleeping friend, my lover, and slipped into bed beside her. I nuzzled up to her face and kissed her with lips soaked in her mother’s incestuous juices.

My friend moaned as her eyes fluttered open. She kissed me and purred in delight, her tongue flicking out. “Mmm, Becky,” she groaned. “Does my pussy taste a little different?”

I winked at her.

“Ooh, you made me cum so hard I blanked out. My turn.” I nodded at her as I heard creaking in the hallway.

Was Mrs. Alberts right out the door listening? I hoped she was as I rolled onto my back while Tonya moved down between my thighs to eat out my molten pussy. My friend leaned down, nuzzling into my bush. She licked.

“Mmm, you’re soaked,” Tonya said.

I started to think about other women I could seduce, like my favorite professors, Mrs. Esmeralda Cotton and Mrs. Queenie Phan. I could be like my mother. I could have so much naughty fun.

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Linda Davies

The slumber party was winding down. Midnight was almost upon us. The girls were sprawled across the floor, sleeping on their unzipped bags. The living room smelled of so much hot pussy. I buzzed from it as I sank down beside my husband.

He had his phone open. I glanced at it and saw he was in the app. He could view things without pausing reality. I snuggled closer and asked, “What are you going to edit at midnight?”

He turned the phone, letting me see the sleeping girl there. It was Yumiko who came into the nurse’s office today because she feared she was pregnant. She was. Her boyfriend, Horatio, had knocked her up.

I smiled, remembering the wild threesome I had with her and my husband. Every girl who came into my nurse’s office, thanks to my husband’s editing, found themselves stripping naked and horny. They thought it was only natural. In that place, it was how reality now worked.

At least once a day at my new job, I would get to enjoy some coed pussy.

“She looks like an angel sleeping there,” I said, staring at the girl.

“We had fun with her,” he said. “I want to make sure her family doesn’t freak out when she reveals that she’s pregnant, and to make sure her boyfriend takes responsibility.”

I nodded my head, leaning my head on his shoulder. “So, you’re going to be Mayor.”

He stiffened. “Looks like it.”

“What will you do? I mean, besides making the town better.

“Not sure. I’m still confused about why this other person would make me mayor. Anael says this is a game. That we’re opponents, but… This seems like he’s giving me a major advantage.”

“You think it’s a trap?”

My husband shifted. “I don’t know.

“We’ll face it together,” I told him. I shivered, glad I would be here to help guide my husband into using this power the right way.

At the top of the screen, the time went from 11:59 to 12:00 AM. An app notification popped up. He had three more charges to use.

To be continued…

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Mark and Mary deflower a pair of teenage virgins as part of a spell.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Eighteen: Virgins

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

Lucifer’s semen burned in my cunt as he ejaculated. and another orgasm rolled through my body. Hatred and shame burned inside me as Lucifer pulled his cock out. “Always a pleasure, Lilith,” Lucifer said, pleasantly. Then, like I was his dog, he reached out and stroked my hair before he descended deeper into the Abyss.

After my attempts to seduce Mary and turn her against Mark had failed, Lucifer spent several hours fucking me, reveling in my humiliation. Anger boiled inside me. A white-hot rage that needed to be unleashed on someone. On Mark! That disgusting sack of pus!

I peered into the house and saw Mark and his disgusting friends fucking his Thralls around the dinner table. I concentrated and felt Mary was far away, dancing in a club, grinding on another woman. She was drunk on alcohol and sex. She was almost as bad. Loving her man, submitting to his lust like a good little woman. She was just like that whore, Eve, rutting with Adam.

I had failed at seducing Mary. Me, the first woman, the succubus. I was the first sex goddess, before Asherah, before Hathor and Aphrodite. There was me. And that little whore resisted me! It galled me. I needed to fix this, I needed to have a success. I needed to take something away from Mark and Mary.

But what. All of their precious sluts were in the house, save the one with Mary. But I couldn’t touch any of them. Mary’s command to not appear before any of them was a chain about my neck. If I concentrated, I could see the red, crystal chain leading off to Mary. The chain would remain until Mary used her last boon.

Frustrated, I peered at Mark, examining his soul. Lucifer was right, I hadn’t been paying enough attention. So I studied his soul. It was red, the sign of a Warlock, and his soul’s connections branched out from him. All the lives that touched him or that he had touched radiated out in all directions. Most were black chains that connected Mark to his Thralls. Anyone who had been giving a command by Mark had a chain connecting Mark to their souls. Some were tiny, barely threads, fading into silver. These were people who were given simple commands, ones that didn’t change their personalities, and Mark’s influence was slowly fading from them. Others were thicker. These represented people permanently changed by Mark.

Other threads and chains also branched from mark. Silver threads were regular mortals, the thick ones, what few there were, represented the friends and family of Mark. The thinner, silver threads, represented acquaintances. Each of Mark’s friends had a silver thread that connected them to Mark.

A pair of entwined, red threads connected Mark and Mary’s souls. Lucifer was right, they were soulmates and would be very hard to break up. Magic would have to be used to dominate one of their minds. An option not opened to me at the present. My powers could only influence a mortal, not force them to obey, sadly.

Lastly, a huge, red chain descended from Mark’s soul down into the abyss. Mary would have a similar chain leading down into darkness. That chain would lead all they way to Lucifer. The embodiment of the Pact Mark had signed, chaining his soul to Lucifer. Every Warlock had the red chain, leading to whatever demon they made a pact with. If Mary had summoned me the proper way, instead of using that crystal, a thicker, red chain would connect us then the crystal one.

I turned my attention to the black chains. I wondered if any were important. The thickest black chains were his sluts, the Thralls Mark had the most control over, the Thralls most affected by his commands. There were two chains that led away from the house, just as thick as the chains connecting his sluts. Curious, I touched the chains. Both were women, up north somewhere. They had never been in the house since I was summoned. Who were they? Were they sex slaves of Marks? They must be if Mark had as much control over them as his sluts.

Interesting. Mary had ordered me to not appear before their sluts. Clearly, these two were sex slaves of Mark, but were they ‘sluts.’ Well, as far as I was concerned, Mary was referring to the girls in the house when she gave me that order. For all I know, Mary doesn’t even know of the existences of these two Thralls. I smiled, the stupid bitch had left me a loophole. Oh, these two had a lot to learn about dealing with demons. You need to be quite specific or we’ll find so many interesting ways to wiggle out our agreements.

I followed the black chains north and found the two women they belonged to. They were in a quaint lodging. A bed and breakfast I believe they are called, on the Key Peninsula. Their room had a gorgeous view of the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which connected the Puget Sound to the Pacific Ocean. The women were in bed, making love.

A busty blonde with big tits, both nipples pierced with gold rings, was on her back while the other woman, a short, lithe, black-haired woman with small, apple-sized breasts, ate her cunt. The blonde was writhing on her bed, her wide, Slavic face contorted in pleasure, her breasts heaving as she panted her passion. The black-haired woman was quite skilled at eating cunt, her tongue flicking rapidly on the blonde’s clit as she fucked three fingers in and out of her shaved cunt.

I examined their black souls, the sign of a Thrall. Their thick black chains led back to Mark and other connections led off them: family, close friends, former lovers. The pair were connected by entwined, black threads. Soulmates, how interesting. Wedding rings glinted on their fingers. Yes, Washington State had legalized gay marriage last November.

This was perfect. I would need followers when I was freed from the Abyss. Mortals to worship me and serve me. And in the meantime, I needed agents in the Mortal World. My appearance was far to distracting to mortals. Preparations needed to be made before I was free. The thought of stealing Mark’s own Thralls sent a delicious shiver through my body and my cunt moistened in excitement. I should have thought of this before.

I watched their lovemaking, waiting for them to fall asleep so I could examine their dreams. I needed to learn about their hopes, fears, and desires. So armed, I could seduce these two women to my cause. Their lovemaking went on for some time, changing positions often. Sometimes they would lick each other’s pussies at the same time, sometimes they would scissor their legs together. The two were drunk on each other, their relationship was clearly new. They must be on their honeymoon, as mortal’s called it, newly wedded. They cried each other’s names as they made love, the blonde was Lana and the black-haired woman was Chantelle.

Nearby, a man was dreaming, his lusts rising, a horrid, ear-splitting screech that knifed through my soul. Well, these two weren’t sleeping anytime soon, so I followed the horrid sound to silence it. A few blocks away I found a fat, ugly man sleeping next to his wife. I glared down at him and his rutting dream, wincing as another knife stabbed my soul.

I peered into his dream, to see what disgusting fantasy he was having. In his dream, he fantasized about fucking some actress named Scarlett Johansson. She was dressed in tight, black latex, the pants pulled down to expose her nice ass and bare cunts. Men of this time were fascinated by hairless cunts. The man dreamed he was Thor, his flab bouncing as he plowed the red-head from behind. I snorted, as if that tub of lard could be a god or fuck a woman half as beautiful as Scarlett Johansson.

I invaded the dream and the man quickly forgot all about Scarlet. She was a beautiful women, but all beauty failed when compared to me. I was Lilith, the original sex goddess. The first women created, I was perfection. I pushed the fat man down, roughly, his cock hard and ready, and I mounted him. And rode him. Every time he came inside me, I stole more of his vitality. I arched my back, thrusting my perfect breasts forward. The fat man groped my tits with his fat finger, clumsily pawing at my breasts.

I rode him harder and harder, the more lifeforce I stole, the faster I fucked him. I pushed the man far past his physical limits. He was lost to the pleasure. He didn’t care about anything but me, not his wife, certainly not Scarlet Whatshername. And definitely not the weariness suffusing his body, the hammering of his heart, and the burning in his lungs. I lost count of how many times he came inside me, lost in the pleasure of his lifeforce rolling through my body. Nothing was sweeter than slowly draining a man to the brink of death.

When I finished he was passed out, his heart beating frantically. It would take him days to recover, I thought with a smile, if his heart doesn’t give out first. And his delicious lifeforce filled my belly, spreading warmth and energy through me. If the man didn’t die, every time he so much as jerked his own cock, he would think of the dream, of me. I would haunt his fantasies until he died, every time he would fuck someone, he would remember me and his partner would not compare.

When I returned to the two women, they were cuddling, drifting off to sleep, their lusts satiated and I studied their dreams and learned much. Once they were asleep, I could direct their subconscious and slowly sifted out their hopes and fears, desires and secrets.

Lana, the blonde, was bisexual and had cravings for men that Chantelle could never satisfy. Lana was often unfaithful to Chantelle with men, to satisfy her lust and to drive Chantelle crazy with jealousy. Lana loved how aggressive sexually it would make Chantelle after Chantelle would witness her with a male lover. She had secret desires to be fucked by a futanari, a dickgirl. Not some guy who got breast augmentation, but an actual woman with a penis. I studied her fears, next, and Lana’s greatest fear was growing old and losing Chantelle to another woman, younger and prettier then her.

From Chantelle I learned how much she loved Lana and hated watching her with other men. Every time was a knife in her heart and every time she wanted to tell Lana to stop, but instead would find herself fucking Lana passionately, proving that Lana enjoyed being with her more than with a man. Both of them were strippers, and Lana would often fuck men during lap dances while Chantelle watched. It was Chantelle’s greatest fear that Lana would leave her for a man. Chantelle was Lana’s first woman and Chantelle feared that Lana would one day stop being gay and go back to men.

I smiled, this was perfect. I knew just how to seduce these girls to my service.

I entered the Mortal World, dawn would be approaching in a few hours, so I needed to act now. I was strongest at night, beneath a moon. When I manifested, my lust radiated out from me in waves, filling the entirety of the bed and breakfast. Both sleeping women started to stir, their nipples hardening and their cunts weeping fluid. In the next room was a couple celebrating their wedding anniversary The wife was sleeping, but the husband was up, using the restroom. The lust hit him, overwhelming his thoughts and he rushes to his wife and soon their passionate fucking could be heard through the thin walls. Upstairs, the innkeeper, a woman in her sixties, started to masturbate for the first time in years.

Lana is the first to awaken, her eyes wide with desire when she sees me. I appeared naked, my lush body bathed in silvery moonlight. Lana shakes Chantelle who snuggles against Lana and sucks a nipple into her mouth. Lana’s eyes glisten with desire, her full lips parted slightly.

“Who are you?” gasped Lana, her voice thick with her accent, Ukrainian, I think.

“Lilith,” I answered, purring my voice. “I am here to gift you with pleasures.”

I pulled away the covers, exposing their bodies. Chantelle was pressed against Lana’s side, her hand caressing Lana’s shaved cunt as she nursed at Lana’s breast. I touched both women’s thighs and they cried out as they climaxed, hugging each other tightly as they trembled in passion. Lana claimed Chantelle’s lips with a kiss, the wives exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues. I crawled up their bodies, triggering a second orgasm in each woman as my breasts dragged across their naked flesh, my hard nipples sliding pleasantly across their silky skin.

Both women sucked my hard nipples into their mouths. Their thighs parted for me and I slid a leg tight against each of their wet pussies. They started to grind on me, flooding my thighs with their passion as orgasms rolled through their bodies. I held the women to my breasts, delighting in the feel of their wet lips on my nipples. Each played with nipple differently. Lana sucked harder, nibbling with her teeth, and Chantelle used her tongue more, playing with my hard nipple then sucking it back into her mouth. I breathed deeply, inhaling the heady scent of womanly passion.

I inserted fantasies into both women. For Chantelle, the fantasy of having her own penis, of how happy Lana was to finally be fully satisfied by her wife. The pleasure of sticking a penis into a woman’s cunt and ejaculating your seed into her.

For Lana, the fantasy of being taken by Chantelle, to feel Chantelle’s dick fucking into her cunt, better than any man’s dick because it belonged to her wife, to her love. And beneath her cock, she still had her pussy. She was still a woman, the only woman who could satisfy her fully, a dickgirl.

“I can give this two you,” I whispered to Chantelle, pulling her head off my breast. “With a cock, you could fully satisfy Lana. She would never need to cheat on you.” I pulled Lana off my breast and whispered, “You fear growing old, of Chantelle finding a younger woman, but I can keep you and your wife young and beautiful forever.”

I waited, watching as the ladies absorbed what I promised through the haze of their lust. Chantelle licked her lips, glancing at her wife. “W-would you be happy if I had a d-dick?” Chantelle asked her wife, nervous.

“Oh, that would make me so happy!” Lana moaned. “I’ve always fantasized about being with a futanari!”

“A what?” Chantelle asked and Lana kissed her. “A beautiful girl with a beautiful dick,” Lana answered.

“All I need is your pledge to worship me,” I told them. “Swear your souls to me and be my High Priestesses, and I will grant you your desires.”

“But we belong to Master and Mistress,” Chantelle objected.

“Your bodies, not your souls,” I lied. “Besides, I serve Mark and Mary as well. They sent me to you, to grant these desires.”

“Really?” Lana asked. She was trying to think, to object. Deep down she could sense the lie, sense that she was betraying Mark, but my lust permeated her body, overriding her fear.

I laughed inside. This was too easy. “Yes. Just say, ‘I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, for now until the end of time,’ and then we shall consummate our agreement.”

“Consummate?” Chantelle asked.

I reached down and caressed my clit and summoned my cock. My clit swelled and grew, transforming into my cock, I made it seven inches, no need to frighten them with the monster I made when I raped Sister Louise. Lana stared lustfully at my cock, her objections vanished as she saw her deepest, darkest fantasy about to be fulfilled. Chantelle saw her wife staring at the cock, then glanced down at her pussy and imagined a cock there and Lana staring with that same lust at her.

“Say the words, and spread your legs. When my seed spills inside you, our pact will be made, and your boons shall be granted,” I cooed, stroking both of their faces. They gasped and shuddered in orgasms.

Chantelle and Lana looked into each other’s eyes. Their hands entwined and then nodded. In unison, they said, “I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, from now until the end of time!”

Lana spread her legs for me, opening herself up to me, eager to be fucked by a futanari. I could only fuck someone with their consent, the curse God put on me when I made the cock. And Lana was clearly willing. I groaned as the delicious feel of her cunt giving way as the head of cock slid inside her. Her pussy clenched about me as she orgasmed. And she kept on orgasming as I fucked her, the feel of my cock inside her burned through her nerves. Our breasts rubbed against each other as we fucked, hard nipples pressing into the flesh of our breasts.

Lana and Chantelle still held hands tightly, Chantelle watching in breathless anticipation as I fucked her wife. Lana’s cunt was continuously spasming, milking my cock, as her orgasms rolled through her body. I kissed her soft cheek then capture her sweet lips in a kiss. Lana’s free hand gripped my ass, pulling me tighter into her inviting cunt. I could feel my orgasm building in my ovaries and my cervix twitching. There was no better feeling than fucking a woman, using my cock in violation of God’s creation. I thrust over and over into her pussy, our flesh slapping together every time I bottomed out. Every movement of my cock inside Lana’s cunt brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

Then that shuddering release. My seed rushed from my ovaries and out my cock, spilling black semen into Lana’s fertile womb. Lana screamed in passion and passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. At that moment, I grasped the black chain that bound Lana to Mark and yanked it away and attached it to my soul, the black fell away, replaced by the red of a Warlock. Lana’s boon granted and my payment met. Lana and Chantelle would forever be young and beautiful and would forever be mine.

I pulled out of Lana and Chantelle caressed her unconscious wife’s face. She then spread her legs for me. My cock never softened and I rubbed it against Chantelle’s slit, nudging her hard clit. She spasmed in orgasm when my cock brushed her clit, making it harder for me to find her hole as she bucked in pleasure. Finally, I found the opened and shoved in. Chantelle howled in pleasure as she orgasmed from my cock entering her cunt.

She was tighter than Lana, her cunt a velvet vice on my cock. I fucked her hard and Chantelle writhed beneath me. She captured one of my nipples with her lips, sucking hard, her hips bucking up to fuck me back. I could feel that tightening in my ovaries build and build and then I spilt my black seed in her fertile womb and wrest Mark’s hold over her and made her mine.

I pulled out, and was surprised to find that Chantelle was still conscious. Most women black out from the intensity of the orgasm when I cum in them. She glanced down and frowned. “Where’s my cock?”

“Grip your clit and twist it and concentrate,” I told her.

She smiled in amazement as a cock grew out of her clit, six inches. She stroked it and shuddered in pleasure. “Oh this is so amazing, my Goddess.”

Lana was stirring. She saw her wife’s cock and smiled in amazement, reaching out to stroke it as well. “Thank you, my Goddess,” Lana said, tears in her eyes.

“Enjoy yourselves,” I told them, “and then you’ll have work to do.”

“Work?” Lana asked, still stroking her wife’s cock.

“Yes, we’re going to destroy Mark and Mary,” I told them, “and Lucifer.”

“Mark and Mary,” Chantelle said and then her eyes opened. “Oh my god, what did they do to us. They, they made us do things to them!”

“I freed you from Mark’s slavery,” I told them. “Mark and Mary used magic on you to make you their whores, but I freed you. They can never control you.” No Warlock could control another. The chains that bound their souls to the demon the Warlock made the Pact with prevented that.

Lana straddled Chantelle, sliding her wet cunt down Chantelle’s cock. “We will make them pay, Lana,” Chantelle moaned as her wife started to ride her cock.

I smiled. Inside both women, I could feel my black sperm swimming up their pussies, heading for her womb. Every woman I fucked quickened a child. Soon, new monsters would be birthed and loosed on the world. My new children to hound mankind. I laughed aloud and watched my Priestesses pleasure each other, and felt my sperm reach their wombs, waiting for one of their eggs to make its way down from their ovaries. The moment my cock entered them, their had ovaries released an egg. Soon, my new child would be conceived.

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I was sweaty when I got back from jogging and breaking in the newest member of my jogging club. Issy Norup lived in one of the houses I bought yesterday, along with her parents. They got to live there for free, provided their sixteen year old daughter, Issy, was available for me to fuck. Thanks to my powers, the Norups didn’t have a problem with the arrangements. Issy was an athletic girl, so I invited her to join my jogging club. After the jog, the group meets back at Madeleine’s house where I would enjoy one of my jogging sluts. Today, that was Issy and the teenager had a tight cunt.

No one was awake when I got home, although Jessica and Noel’s cars were already gone. I’ve never needed that much sleep, I usually got four or five hours a night, and I tend to always wake up at the same time, which was about 5:45 AM right now. I slipped into the bedroom I shared with my fiancee. She was sleeping off the fun she had last night. She had went dancing with a friend of hers, Diane, at a lesbian club in Tacoma called the Clam Diver and came home reeking of pussy.

While she was out partying, I was hosting my D&D group. We had been playing for twelve years, alternating who DM. There was Quatch, my best friend and best man for my upcoming wedding. The others were Tom, Chris, and Karl, who were going to be my grooms. The guys were quite impressed with my sex slaves and each expressed interest in getting their own slave. They were my friends, the only real friends I ever had, so I was more than happy to provide them with a slut of their own.

I turned the shower on. The bathroom filled up with steam and I slipped under the hot water and let the warmth take the ache from my legs away. I was slowly getting used to jogging. My body was slowly getting in better and better shape. I think it’s the consequent of my wish to have a long and healthy life that I was starting to shed my excess pounds.

As the warm water rolled over me, the dream I had last night returned. I couldn’t shake the dream, it filled my mind while I was jogging. I was thinking about the dream more than I was watching the five naked sluts that jogged before me, and those five ladies all had beautiful asses. It was such a weird dream, and so very vivid. In my dream, I held two dolls in my hands. One doll was blonde and the other raven-haired. I held them tightly, squeezing them in my hands, they were mine and I didn’t want to let go of them. And then Lilith appeared, clad only in her silver hair and a gloating smile on her face. She had grabbed the blonde doll first and wrenched it painfully out of my hands. Then she grabbed the raven-haired doll and painfully ripped it from my hand. And then she smiled triumphantly at me.

I felt the dream was important, I just wasn’t sure why. I lowered my head, letting the warm water splash down my head and back. Who were the dolls? Were they even people, or did they just represent something. Was it a warning, a premonition, or was this just my fear of Lilith manifesting from my subconscious.

I sighed, it was probably just a nightmare. Probably. I grabbed the soap and as I started to wash my body, and thought about the day ahead of me. The first thing I would do would be to get my friends their slaves. Chris wanted a bikini barista named Velvet that worked at Hot Chick A Latte on Meridian up her in South Hill. Karl wanted his boss, Julie, at the Ram where he worked as a chef. Tom wanted a petite, Asian teenager with bushy pubic hair. He didn’t care who she was, so long as those three criteria were met.

I had already gotten Quatch his sex slave. He wanted his little sister, Kim, who was staying with him and, according to Quatch, was a major cocktease. So last night I gave her a call and made her Quatch’s sex slave. Quatch should have spent last night enjoying his new slave.

After I took care finding my friends some sex slaves, I was planning on finding a pair of virgins at the Rogers High School. With all the unprotected sex Mary and I were having one of us was bound to catch some disease. Lilith told us about a spell we could use to make us immune. It required two women with intact hymens. Their innocents would protect us from getting STDs. All three of the teenage girls in the neighborhood had already broken their hymens, two by their boyfriends and one using her mother’s vibrator. I was also hoping to find Tom’s sex slave at the school along with our virgins.

Finished showering, I slipped out and dried off. I dressed in a pair of boxers, comfortable jeans, and a black t-shirt. Mary was still sleeping, curled up on her side. Her auburn hair was spilled across the bed. I bent over and kissed her on the cheek and headed downstairs. Desiree was cooking in the kitchen, naked save for an apron. I had taken Desiree from her husband, Brandon, and his house as well. Desiree was an amazing cook and I would have kept her even if she was the ugliest woman on the planet. She wasn’t. She was a gorgeous Latina with big breasts and a nice ass.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in her sexy, Latina accent. I reached over and fondled her dusky ass.

She was standing at the stove, a mixing bowl full of pancake mix sat next to her while she flipped a few on her griddle. She wiggled her ass as I massaged her butt. “Keep cooking,” I whispered, kissing her neck as I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. My hard cock slid across her plump ass then between her legs. I guided my cock, found the wet lips of her cunt and rubbed my head around a few times before I found her hole and slid my cock up inside her.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” purred Desiree as I started to fuck her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped under her apron and squeezed her heavy breasts and played with her hard nipples as I fucked her in a steady rhythm. Her cunt felt like a wet, warm glove sliding up and down on my sensitive head. Desiree continued cooking, flipping the first pancakes onto a platter and ladling more batter onto the griddle.

“Morning, Master,” Chasity murmured sleepily.

“Slut,” I replied.

Chasity, our cop slut, smiled and rubbed my ass as she walked by, heading for the coffee pot and poured herself a cup of coffee. She grabbed a couple of pancakes and set down on the small kitchen table and started eating. “These are delicious,” Chasity said with delight.

“Oh, thank you,” Desiree panted. Her hips were moving as her lust built as I fucked her.

“Not as delicious as your cunt,” I quipped.

“Or your cock, mi Rey,” Desiree quipped back.

After I shot my load in Desiree’s cunt, I sat grabbed a plate of pancakes, even with my distraction they were only slight burned, and sat down next to Chasity. I watched my cum trickling down Desiree’s inner thigh as I ate. Xiu, a petite and busty Asian slut, joined us a few minutes later, that unsightly nose splint still on her face from when Mary broke it on Monday.

“You’re seeing the doctor about your nose today?”

“Yes, Master,” Xiu said, sitting next to me. “I think the split will get removed.”

“Good,” I said.

I pulled out my phone, figuring Kurt’s boss, Julie should be in by now to start on the morning prep for the restaurant so I called the Ram in Lakewood. A guy answered the phone and I told him to put Julie on. “Yes, what is it?” an impatient woman said over the phone. She had a shrewish voice, the kind of woman that would just nag you to death.

“Julie, from now on you’re going to be Kurt Nielson sex slave,” I told her. “You’ll do whatever Kurt wants and love him for as long as he wants you, okay.”

“Yeah,” she answered, the shrewish tone vanishing. “Who are …” I hung up on her. Kurt down, just Chris and Tom left to go.

“Sluts, let Mary sleep as long as she wants,” I ordered. “Chantelle and Lana should be showing up today.”

“They were with you at the Space Needle last week?” Xiu asked. Last Saturday, to celebrate our engagement, I had taken over the entirety of the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle. I kept the six most beautiful servers and had them work naked. It devolved into an orgy pretty quickly. Mary and I ended up keeping three of the servers: Xiu, Fiona, and Korina; as sex slaves

“Yeah, they were on their honeymoon when we claimed them,” I said. “I let them enjoy the rest of their honeymoon before they had to return.”

“How nice,” Desiree said. Then she cleared her throat, and, nervously, asked, “Mi Rey, would you be mad if I asked Allison to marry me?”

I smiled. “I’ve noticed the two of you seemed close the last few days. I think its a good idea.”

“Thank you, mi Rey.” There were tears in her eyes and she bent over and kissed me.

“Take a thousand dollars and go buy an engagement ring,” I said, pushing away from the table. “Let Mary know I will be home around 2:30. Desiree, you know what to cook for dinner?”

“Yes, mi Reina left instructions. I’ll pick up the ingredients after breakfast.”

I kissed Xiu, Chasity, and Desiree and headed out the house and into my Mustang. My first stop was the Hot Chick A Latte to get Chris his sex slave. The bikini barista stand was a hot pink, tiny building in the parking lot of a convenient store on Meridian, the main drag that ran north and south through South Hill down into Puyallup and up towards Federal Way and SeaTac. I parked my car and walked up and knocked at the door.

“Let me in,” I ordered.

The door opened and a tan-skinned woman, with the largest tits I had ever seen, opened the door. She was easily a G Cup like Chris claimed. Her breasts were full, heavy and swayed as she walked. Two pasties with the Rockstar energy drink logos on them covered her nipples. The only clothing she wore was a pair of frilly, yellow panties. Behind her another busty girl, only a DD Cup, who also wore pasties, was making a coffee for a customer.

“Yes?” the giant-titted girl asked.

“Velvet?” She nodded. “Good, we’re going to fuck, so get those panties off.”

Her panties came off and I entered inside the coffee stand. I gripped her left pastie and tore it off. She winced as her huge areola and fat nipple was exposed. I bent down and sucked the fat nipple into my mouth, and hefted her heavy tit and squeezed the flesh mound.

“What the fuck,” the other barista gasped.

“Keep working,” I ordered her as my cock slid into Velvet’s shaved cunt.

I had Velvet pushed up against a supply shelf and started fucking her hard. The shelf, and the ingredients on it rattled as I fucked her. Her huge tits pressed against my chest, one nipple still covered by the slick pastie. I gripped her skinny ass and really started to plow into her cunt. The girl definitely had some nice charms. Her lips were wet on my cheek as she kissed my face, panting in pleasure.

“You’re going to be Chris Young’s sex slave,” I growled in her hear.

“Oh, who’s that?” she asked in confusion.

“He’s a customer,” I said, and squeezed one of her big tits, feeling the soft yet firm flesh between my fingers. “You’re going to love him and do whatever he wants, no matter how disgusting, for as long as he wants you.”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped. “My Chris.” Her cunt spasmed on my cock and she bucked against me, Fuck, just the idea of being some guy’s sex slave as enough to send this whore into an orgasm. “I can’t wait to meet my Chris!” she moaned.

“Chris will come today and you’re going to go with him because you belong to him now.”

“Yes, yes, I’m all his,” she panted.

I left Velvet panting on the floor of the coffee stand, my cum oozing out of her cunt, wearing only a single pastie. She was a nice fuck, Chris was going to enjoy her. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text message to come on down and collect his slave. “She’s wet and ready for you, buddy. *-)”

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When I woke up this morning, Mark was already gone. He seemed to like to wake up early. I, on the other hand, hated waking up early. I used to have to wake up 4 AM for my job at Starbucks. Lucky for me, I met Mark and didn’t have to work at that shitty job anymore.

My pussy was still wet from this amazing sex dream I had. Both my sisters were in it and they were so beautiful, nude and pressing against me. They caressed me and I caressed them. Maybe sleeping with my sisters could be something magical and beautiful and not something I needed to worry about.

I reluctantly crawled out of bed and pulled on my pink, silk robe, loving how cool and sleek the fabric felt on my body. Downstairs, I found some of the sluts eating a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. All the sluts were there, save the three with jobs: our reporter, Jessica; our FBI Agent, Noel; and Willow, our doctor.

Korina was looking better, her arm still in a sling from when Chasity shot her on Monday night. At the time, Korina was being controlled by a nun and was about to brain Mark with a rolling pin when Korina shot her. Desiree also had gotten shot by Chasity, and I used my second boon from Lilith to save her life.

As I ate my breakfast I gave the sluts their orders for the day. The house needed to be spotless, my dad and sisters were coming for dinner tonight, along with their boyfriends. My family was eager to meet Mark. Apparently, none of them ever liked Mike and were glad that I had found someone better. After dinner, I planed on seducing one of my sisters. It was part of a spell that would allow me to stop Nuns.

I was nervous. I wasn’t sure if I could actually sleep with my sisters, but that dream was giving me second thoughts. Maybe Shannon, she was always bullying me when we were children. I wouldn’t mind getting a little bit of payback. But Missy was just a sweetheart, the baby of the family. I shared a bedroom with her since I was four and we used to share everything. I smiled at a nasty thought, we could share each other’s bodies, now. I licked my lips, maybe I should have both. I smiled, what a naughty thought and then I realized I was actually looking forward to having Shannon and Missy naked in my bed.

Damn, I was turning into one kinky girl. What next, would I be fucking my dad? No. I shook my head. That was a little too much. Mark had made me into a sex crazed woman, not that I was complaining, but sleeping with my dad … well that was a line I just wouldn’t cross. I wasn’t kinky enough to do that.

Yet, a voice whispered inside me, and I wiggled in my chair as a trickle of pussy juices leaked out.

“Desiree, you have the shopping list?” I asked, dragging my thoughts out of the gutter.

“Yes, mi Reina, I was just about to leave,” Desiree answered.

Karen, the former nun, suddenly bolted from the table and went running out of the room. I followed her, concerned, and saw her disappear into the bathroom. I looked inside and then looked away. Karen was retching into the toilet and I couldn’t watch that. Just knowing she was doing it was enough to make my stomach queasy. What was wrong with the girl? She had been throwing up for the last several mornings.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen answered, washing her mouth. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You’re not pregnant, right?” I wondered. “Is this morning sickness?”

“Nuns don’t get pregnant,” Karen answered. “It’s one of the gifts we’re given, since we may have to have unprotected sex. So, it would have to be since Lilith stripped my powers. And if Master has impregnated me, its far to early for morning sickness to develop. I mean, it hasn’t even been a week, yet since he first fucked me.”

I nodded. “Okay, well if you’re feeling better.” I motioned her to follow and we returned to the dining room. I sat down and ate a piece of my pancake, then continued with my orders, “Tonight, only Fiona, Thamina, and Desiree are to remain.” Desiree had to stay because she was the cook. The other two I just picked at random. It didn’t really matter which sluts stayed, they were all beautiful. “You three need to get some less slutty maid outfits to wear. The rest of you sluts will go next door while my family is here. The Laytons are supposed to move out today. Order pizza and do whatever you want.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the sluts answered back. It sent a naughty thrill through me, all these sluts obeying me.

“Allison, Karen, and Xiu, we’re going to go see a florist and several caters for the wedding.”

“Mistress, I have that doctor’s appointment today,” Xiu, the former Asian waitress, said. “But I’ll be more than happy to cancel.”

“Oh, sure, go to the doctor. Violet, you’ll come instead.” I didn’t really care which sluts came. I just wanted some company and some second opinions on flower arrangements and food and whatnots.

Teenaged Violet beamed at me. “Oh, thank you, Mistress.”

The three I chose went upstairs to change while the other sluts began cleaning the house. I went upstairs to take a quick shower and then I dug through my underwear drawer, finding a red thong and pulling it over my hips. Next, I pulled on a pair of cute, skinny jeans with scroll-work tracings on the rear pockets that really made my ass look nice. Lastly, I put on purple halter top that didn’t quite reach the waist of my jeans and left the back of my thong visible. I fished out some lip gloss from my purse, peach flavored, and smeared it on my lips.

The sluts were waiting for me, dressed. All three were giggling and excited to go out. Teenage Allison, our first slut, was wearing a similar pair of skinny jeans to the ones I wore, a blue thong on display, and a flower printed belly shirt draped her breasts. Violet, our other teenage slut, had white knee socks and a pleated, green skirt. For a top she was wearing a green bikini.

“Are you wearing the bottoms?” I asked her when I noticed her top. Violet grinned and flipped up her skirt exposing her tight, naked ass. I reached out and squeezed her cheek. “Naughty slut,” I laughed, wickedly.

Karen was wearing tight, lycra shorts, hot pink, with the word “Slut!” printed in sparkly red letters on her ass and a hot pink, matching halter top, that had “Nice Tatas!” written in red sparkles. She was definitely a slut, I thought, licking my lips, and had some nice tatas.

“Let’s go, sluts,” I ordered.

We piled into my cute Eos. Karen was entrusted with the GPS. I wasn’t that familiar with South Hill and I had no idea where some of these places were. At the florist we settled on a color theme for the flowers: white and pink with purple for a splash of vibrancy. My bouquet would be made up of white daisy’s and snapdragons, pink orchids, and a few deep purple anemone. The same flowers would be placed in vases lining the aisle and for smaller arrangements at the tables.

Next, we headed to the caterers and ate some delicious food. One had these delicious squabs that I absolutely loved and while the other cater had pumpkin ravioli. I was leaning towards the squab. I got to-go boxes from both for Mark to try later and see what he liked. Then we were off to the bakery to order the cake. A triple layered, white cake decorated with pink, frosting flowers, and little figures of Mark and I perched atop the cake beneath a white arch. It was going to be so beautiful.

When we got home, around two in the afternoon, I was tired. Mark was going to have to make it up to me for doing all the legwork for our wedding. He still wasn’t back yet. He must be still having fun at the High School looking for our virgins. The horny jackass probably found them right away and then got carried away and popped their cherries. And then spent the whole day fucking through the student body.

I sat down on the couch in the living room and kicked off my heels. Thamina, our nurse slut, was cleaning in the living room, naked, her dusky skin was so beautiful, a beautiful coffee-cream color. Her breasts were round, perfect handfuls topped by dark nipples. Her cunt had been waxed, leaving only a V of black hair that pointed to the top of her slit. Her dark hair was covered by a colorful headscarf, a vestige of her modest Muslim upbringing.

“I need a foot rub, Thamina,” I said.

“Oh, absolutely, Mistress,” Thamina excitedly answered and knelt down and started to massage my right foot with rigid pressure.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I murmured.

“Oh, thank you, I used to give my husband footrubs,” Thamina replied.

“You’re married?” I asked in surprise.

“He died last year visiting his family in the West Bank,” Thamina answered. “He … he wasn’t a kind man.”

“Sorry, anyways,” I told her and closed my eyes, her hand felt so damn good as she rubbed my sole.

“Its alright, I have you and Master now.”

Her massage felt so good, so relaxing. I needed to get my feet massaged more often. She started to massaging my left foot. “Your toes are so dainty, Mistress.”

I smiled. “I know, they’re so cute.” A thought entered my mind. “Why don’t you suck them.”

I shivered in pleasure as her wet tongue started licking my foot, sliding between my toes and sucking into her mouth like little cocks. Delightful tingles traveled through my body, ending at my pussy and I felt myself starting to moisten. I unsnapped the button on my jeans and slid my hand inside to find my pussy growing wet. I slowly circled my clit, not wanting to cum, just wanting to feel more pleasure as Thamina worshiped my feet with her mouth.

“Let me do that, Mistress,” Xiu said.

I opened my eyes to see the busty Asian beauty sitting down next to me. The splint on her nose was off and her face was no longer swollen. When she had been under the control of Karen, when she was a nun, I had kicked her in the face during the struggle and broken her nose. I was glad to see her beautiful face was back to normal. She most have just got back because she was dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a blue tanktop that clung to her large tits. On Xiu petite frame her tits looked enormous but were actually the same size as Desiree’s.

I pulled my hand out of my pants and Xiu’s deft fingers slid in. Being touched by someone else was always more exciting. I closed my eyes and sighed as Xiu’s fingers roamed about my pussy, stroking my labia, caressing my clitoris, and sliding into my vaginal canal. Thamina continued to lick my toes, a trickle of pleasure that added to the torrent that Xiu was creating in my pussy. I slid my arm under Xiu’s tank top and pushed up her bra, freeing her large tit from the cup. I squeezed her fleshy melon and found the butterfly that dangled from her nipple piercing and gave it a hard pull. Xiu cooed in a pain and pleasure. The slut was a masochist.

I felt Xiu push up my halter top, the fabric rubbing pleasantly on my hard nipples. My perky breasts were exposed to the air and I felt warm breath on my right breast. I gasped and shivered in pleasure as a wet tongue licked my right breast, circling my areola. Wet lips sucked my hard nipple, the lips soft on my sensitive nub. Every time I pulled on her piercing, her moan vibrated on my nipple, adding another delicious feeling to the pleasures my sluts were giving me.

The front door opened and someone entered the living room. I opened my eyes to see Noel, our FBI slut, back from work. She was wearing a reddish-brown pantsuit. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a bun and she pulled it out and her hair spilled about her face in a wild mane. She pulled off her jacket revealing a white blouse and her shoulder harness for her service weapon.

“You’re back early,” I sighed in pleasure, and patted the couch next to me.

Noel sat down, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her black bra. “I spent the day getting interviewed by OPR,” Noel sighed, tired. “They’re giving Peterson the third degree right now.”

I smiled, Agent Peterson was the asshole that had our door broken down yesterday and sent a whole SWAT team to storm our house. Mark made him give our reporter slut, Jessica, an interview where he made a complete ass of himself, admitting in the interview that Mark wasn’t the bank robber and that his incompetence led to this disastrous raid on an innocent man and his family while they slept. The prick deserved it, and more. I thought being captured by a Nun was scary, but two guys in black pointing sub-machine guns at you while you lay naked in bed is quite terrifying.

“What’s OPR?” I asked.

“Oh, its the Office of Professional Responsibility,” Noel answered. “Its the FBI’s Internal Affairs.”

“Okay, so Peterson’s in trouble?” I asked with a smile.

“Yeah, the evidence against Mark is pretty iron-clad,” Noel informed. “They’ve used facial recognition software to identify him in the security footage from the bank robberies and compared it to his drivers license. OPR can’t understand why Agent Peterson didn’t arrest Mark. They think he was bribed or blackmailed. So, a judge has signed off on wiretap warrants for both your cell phones and the house line. They’re going to start surveilling the house, soon. I won’t be able to keep my cover if I keep coming here. Rumor is an investigator from Organized Crime Unit in New York is flying in to take over the investigation.”

“Okay,” I told her, reaching out and fingering her bra, thinking about what she said. Surveillance will be problematic. “You’ll need to be here Sunday night. We’ll sneak you in a car trunk, I guess.”

Noel pulled out a cell phone. “This is a burner phone,” Noel said. “I’ll use it to communicate with you.”

I stroked her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Her tongue slithered into my mouth and I sucked on it as Xiu fingered me and Thamina sucked my toes. Noel started playing with my left breast, her fingers gently pinched my hard nipple. Xiu’s mouth was sucking hard on my other nipple, her tongue swirling about my nipple.

I broke the kiss, “Noel, you’re our slut and the FBI isn’t going to keep you from us,” I said, holding her chin. “Let us know where the surveillance is and Mark will make sure they don’t report on you.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” Noel blushed and I pulled her in to kiss her sweet lips. This time it was my tongue that invaded her mouth.

My orgasm was building as the three sluts played with my body. The pressure in my womb was building and building, every touch of their tongues, their fingers, added to the pressure. The dam was starting to crumble beneath the sluts assault. My senses were alive, I could feel the fabric of my jeans rubbing on my legs, the velvet of the couch tickling my back. The fresh scent of Noel and Xiu’s jasmine shampoo filled my nose.

“Yeesss!” I howled as the dam burst and my body convulsed as the pleasure flooded my body. “Oh fucking yes!”

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I pulled into the driveway of my house. In the backseat of my Mustang sat two high school girls, both virgins. It took me most of the school day to find two girls that still had their hymens at Rogers High School. I had to question, and fuck, quite a lot of girls. Many were virgins but they had broken their hymens with toys, hair brushes, doing sports, riding horses, and even riding a bike in one girl’s case.

I also had found Tom his teenage Asian sex slave. Her name was Hikaru, a beautiful, petite exchange student from Japan that had the thickest, hairiest black bush I’d ever seen, just the way Tom wanted. Tom had picked her up when school got out. The two virgins I’d found were April, a nerdy looking girl with silver glasses, bushy, brown hair and a beautiful face. The other was Felicity, a tall, gangly girl with a nice pair of tits and black hair that was pulled back in a beautiful french braid.

I was going to let Mary choose which girl she got to deflower. Both were beautiful, but April had those sexy glasses going for her, so I hoped Mary would choose Felicity. The girls were nervous when they got out of the car. They both knew they were here to lose their virginities. I reached out and grasped a hand from both girls. Their hands were slim and sweaty and I led the virgin teenagers into the house.

“Mare!” I called. “I’m home, where are you?”

“Living room,” Mary answered and I led the virgins deeper into the house.

Mary sat, disheveled, on the couch. On one side of her Xiu was snuggled against her and on the other side was Noel. Mary’s shirt was rolled up over her breasts and her nipples were hard, the right one wet with spit. Her jeans were unbuttoned and Xiu’s hand glistened, resting on Mary’s stomach. Thamina was kneeling naked on the floor, rubbing Mary’s dainty feet.

“They’re naked!” gasped April and she covered her glasses with her free hand.

Felicity smiled, nervous, and looked at Mary. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

Mary purred, “So are you.” Mary stood up, and pulled off her shirt the rest of the way, her perky breasts swayed as she walked over. “Don’t be rude, hun, introduce us.”

“This is Felicity and the one with glasses is April,” I said. “Girl’s this is Mary. Why don’t you both give her a kiss.”

Beat red, April removed her hands from her eyes and bent in, looking to do a quick peck, but Mary had other ideas, pulling the girl tight against her and giving her a hard kiss with plenty of tongue that left the nerdy girl breathless. Felicity had an excited grin on her face and eagerly kissed Mary and playfully stuck her tongue into Mary’s mouth.

“I’m going to pop your cherry,” Mary told Felicity when she broke the kiss, squeezing the girls ass through her jeans. And that left me with cute, nerdy April.

We took our virgins upstairs, leading them by the hand, to our bedroom. April was the more nervous of the two girls and was shaking in fear, in anticipation, her breath coming ragged and fast. I stroked her bushy brown hair and cupped her pretty face and kissed her gently on the lips. Her body trembled against mine as her lips surrendered to my tongue. I tasted her apricot lip gloss and the fresh flavor of her mouth.

Mary was being more aggressive than I was. She pushed Felicity back onto the bed and crawled over her, dressed only in her tight jeans. Mary laid on top of the teenager and the pair passionately made out. Mary had her hand underneath Felicity’s My Little Pony t-shirt and was pawing at her breasts while Felicity’s hands roamed Mary’s supple back.

I broke the kiss, April’s eyes wide with awakened passion, her cheeks crimson. I caressed her cheek and whispered, “Undress me.”

Her hands, trembling, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her hands caressed my chest. The fat had almost melted away and her hands played with my chest hair. Her hands traced down my body, reaching my pants. She popped the button and the zipper slowly slid down with a metal rasp. I stepped out of my pants as she slid them down my legs and then she grabbed my blue boxers and slid them out.

My hard cock popped out and bounced in front of her face. She gasped in surprise, her breath warm on my cock. I saw her tongue lick her lips. “It so big,” she whispered, fearfully. “That’s going to go … in me?”

“Your pussy will stretch,” I told her. “Why don’t you lick it.”

I shuddered as her timid tongue licked the shaft and grazed the sensitive tip. Her tongue licked over and over, like a cute kitten. On the bed, Mary was pushing up Felicity’s t-shirt, exposing her nice breasts cupped in a lilac bra. I watched my fiancee strip the blushing teenager bare, exposing her breasts topped with mauve nipples that Mary just couldn’t resist sucking into her mouth. April’s licks became more confident, more aggressive, her lips started kissing the head after every lick, and then I was inside her warm, wet mouth as she sucked me in.

Her teeth grazed my head and I winced. “Watch the teeth.”

“Sorry,” she apologized. This time she kept her mouth open wider when she sucked me in.

Mary was sliding down the bed, kissing Felicity’s flat stomach and began pulling off the teen’s blue jeans. Finally, Mary pulled off the girl’s lilac panties. Felicity flushed and covered her pussy and black pubic hair with her hands. Mary grabbed one hand pulled it away, kissing the palm, and set it at Felicity’s side. Breathing in deeply, Felicity moved her other hand away in submission.

When Mary spread the virgin teen’s thighs and exposed her tight slit, her lips parted slightly to reveal her pink depths, surrounded by a forest of black hair. The sight of Felicity’s virgin cunt was so beautiful, I felt my balls tightened and I came, hard, in April’s mouth. April gasped in surprise, releasing my cock and two more spurts of cum splashed her surprised face, staining her glasses. She stared up at me, in surprise, her tongue licking salty cum off her lips.

“Oh wow!” moaned Felicity as Mary’s tongue licked up her virgin slit. “Oh my god, that feels amazing!” Mary was lapping harder at Felicity’s cunt as the teen writhed on the bed in pleasure.

I grabbed April and pulled her to her feet. “You look so sexy with my cum on your face,” I told her.

“Thank you,” she flushed.

I grabbed the hem of April’s baggy, white shirt and pulled it over her head exposing her tiny breasts clad in a plain, boring white bra. I reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra and her beautiful, small breasts were free, topped with large, dark nipples. Her nipples were hard as rocks and I reached out and pinched one and she trembled in pleasure. I slid my hand down her thin waist and found the zipper to her green skirt. Her panties were as boring and plain as her bra. I could see a damp spot on her crotch.

“Did sucking my cock make you wet?”

She nodded. “It was so … so dirty,” she giggled.

I pulled off her panties exposing her bushy brown hair covering her puffy pussy lips. Her fragrance was tangy and fresh and her hairs were matted with her passion. “Beg me to pop your cherry.”

“Please, take my virginity,” April begged, lust thickening her voice. “I … I want to be a women.”

“Are you on the pill?” Her lip trembled as she shook her head. I smiled, “Don’t sleep with another guy until you have your period and if you get pregnant, you’ll get the honor of baring my child.”

A tremulous smile creased her cum-stained lips as I pushed her back. Her legs touched the bed and she fell back next to Felicity. Felicity turned to April and kissed her, tasting my cum and the two virgin’s entwined their hands. Mary’s face was buried in Felicity’s snatch, furiously eating the girls cunt. I felt my cock harden and I stared at April’s brown furred muff.

I licked my lips and joined Mary, eating my virgin’s cunt. April gave a muffled gasp as my tongue slid up her tight slit and flicked her hard clit. Felicity leaned over and kissed April on the lips, her tongue shoved in April’s mouth. I delighted in the tangy, fresh flavor of April’s cunt, her pussy hairs tickling my lips as my tongue wiggled into her tight depths. I found the thin membrane of her maidenhead and pulled back, to scared to accidentally break it before I was ready. I concentrated on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and caressing the little pearl with my tongue.

“Cum with me,” Felicity urged April. “Please, cum with me!”

“Yes!” April gasped. “I’m going to orgasm! Oh, geez, this is so much better than rubbing on my pillow!”

Fresh juices flooded my mouth as both girls writhed on the bed as their first orgasm from a partner rolled through their bodies. I took one last lick with my tongue, enjoying one last taste of virgin cunt, before I rose up. Both virgins were flushed and wet and ready to have their cherries popped. April smiled at me, eager and shy all at the same time. Her large nipples were hard and sweat rolled down her breasts.

Mary stood up, face smeared with Felicity’s love juices. I pulled her to me and we kissed and I tasted tart and spicy pussy and Mary tasted tangy and fresh. “Help me with my strap-on, hun,” Mary said, when I broke the kiss.

I helped her slide the black, leather harness up her legs and positioned a fleshy dildo that was a little smaller than my cock. It wasn’t the big one she used to rape Karen back when we were punishing her earlier this week. I adjusted the straps and made sure the dildo was rubbing her little clit so she got as much pleasure as Felicity was about to get.

Both girls spread their legs, their virgin pussies glinting pink beneath their pubic hair. I mounted April and Mary mounted Felicity. I guided the head of my cock to her wet, aroused pussy, rubbing on her silky lips. April bit her lower lip and I looked into her blue eyes and slid my cock into her tight hole until I felt that thin membrane, the evidence of her innocents. When I broke her cherry and uttered the words Bathuwlah I would cast a spell and make myself immune to STDs. The girl’s stolen innocence would armor me.

I looked over at Mary and she had the tip of her strap-on in Felicity’s eager cunt and Mary smiled excitedly at me. Together, we intoned, ”Bathuwlah!” and thrust forward, and I felt the membrane start to give beneath the force of my thrust. April gasped in pain as her hymen tore before the press of my cock, parting like cheesecloth, and I buried my dick halfway into her no longer virgin cunt. Energy seemed to be flowing from April’s cunt into my cock, spreading through my body, a tingle like static electricity. It took two more thrusts to bury my cock fully into her very tight pussy while April was groaning in pain.

I looked down at where our genitals met, and saw pinkish fluids coating my cock. As I drew back my cock, I rubbed my left index finger against her hard little clit and then slowly thrust in again, starting a slow, steady fuck. I grasped her nipple with my right hand and started playing with the turgid nub. Beside us, Mary was fucking Felicity slow and hard. The two women’s breasts were mashed together, nipples sliding about as the women were locked in a passionate kiss. Felicity’s limbs were wrapped around Mary, her arms around Mary’s back, her legs about Mary’s waist.

April’s cunt started to feel slicker and her moans became more pleasurable. She tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and her cum stained lips brushed my cheek. Her hands roamed my chest, stroking my nipples, playing with my chest hair, and rubbing my stomach. I picked up the pace of my fucking and April started to move her hips as the pleasure grew and grew inside her. Her cunt was hugging my cock tightly, every thrust increased the pleasure I felt. The tightness in my balls increased and I held off cumming, gritting my teeth. I want the little ex-virgin to have her first cum from a cock fucking her.

“Your cunt feel so tight,” I whispered to her. “So god damn tight!”

“I like … oh my … I like the feel of you inside me,” she panted back.

“Say it,” I whispered.

“Your penis, I like your p-penis. Inside me,” she whispered, flushing and her cunt tightened on my cock.

“That’s not what it’s called,” I urged. “My cock is in your slutty pussy.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I love your c-cock in my … oh … my p-pussy! Oh, it feels so nice! Yes, yes!”

April’s cunt began to convulse on my dick and her entire body trembled beneath me as she experienced her first orgasm as a woman. I fucked her hard, slamming my cock into her loving depths three more times, striving to reach that point where the dam in my balls burst and cum would flood her once innocent cunt. I groaned, slamming in one more time and there it was, the pleasure released from my balls and flowed out and dumped into her teenage pussy.

“Wow,” she breathed as I rested atop her. “That was … nice.” She smiled.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh God yes!” Felicity was chanting next to us and we watched Mary pounding the hell out of Felicity’s cunt. I was so into fucking my virgin I didn’t even notice that Mary had flipped Felicity on her stomach and slid a pillow underneath her, elevating her ass, so she could fuck her hard from behind. Felicity’s perky ass jiggled every time Mary bottomed out in her cunt. Felicity’s face was turned towards me and her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth open as she moaned in pleasure.

“You fucking whore,” Mary groaned, as she fucked her hard. “Oh, you’re going to make me cum, you fucking whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes, cum!” Felicity gasped. “Oh yes, yes, let’s cum together! Let’s cum!”

“Fucking whore!” Mary panted, her breasts bouncing up and down from the force of her fucking. “Oh fuck!”

“I’m cumming!” Felicity gasped as she writhed beneath Mary. “Holy shit, this is amazing!”

“You sweet fucking whore!” Mary yelled and collapsed on top of Felicity, trembling as her passion over took her. Mary rested her head on Felicity’s back and smiled at me, her face drenched in sweat.

“Thank you,” Felicity whispered. “That felt so good.”

“Wait till you have a real cock up your cunt,” Mary whispered back. “It feel so much better.”

“Really?” Felicity asked, wide eyed.

“Sure, let’s find out,” Mary said and pulled her strap-on out. “We’re switching partners.”

“Absolutely,” I said, reaching out to fondle Felicity’s pert ass. I rolled off of April, my cock slick with cunt juices and blood. “Ride me.”

“Like a cowgirl?” Felicity asked. “That’s what its called, right.”

“Yeah,” I said.

Mary walked over to April’s side of the bed and rubbed her cunt. “Oh please, I’m sore,” April murmured.

“Then roll over,” Mary said. “You have another hole.”

April looked puzzled for a moment and flushed. “You mean my … butthole?”

“Oh yeah, babe,” Mary said. “I’m going to ream your pretty little tushie and you’re going to scream in pleasure while I do it.”

Felicity was straddling my waist as April rolled over. Mary placed a pillow beneath April’s stomach, raising her ass up. Then, Mary leaned over and started reaming her asshole with her tongue, swirling around April’s rosebud. Mary wiggled her tongue past the tight ring and into virgin ass, then started to work a finger in. Felicity was struggling to get my cock in her cunt, taking a few tries before she lined everything up and sank down, slowly, onto my cock.

“Oh wow, you’re bigger than the dildo,” she gasped as her tight cunt engulfed my cock.

“Keep going,” I urged, closing my eyes as pleasure rolled through my body. “Swallow my dick with your hungry cunt!” Her cunt slid lower and lower down my shaft and until her clit was rubbing against the forest of my pubic hair and she raised herself up and slowly lowered herself down again. It was such a sweet torture as she slowly rode me.

“Oh my gosh,” April gasped as Mary fingered her ass. “That feels … good!” She sounded surprise.

“Told you, babe,” Mary cooed, slipping a second finger into her tight ass, “you’ll be howling in delight when I’m fucking your ass.”

Mary was starting to fuck April’s ass with her fingers faster and faster as the nerdy sluts asshole grew more and more used to her fingers. Felicity was starting to pick up the pace, too, as her cunt began to get hotter and hotter as my cock deliciously stretched her sensitive cuntal walls. I reached up and cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it. Her breasts were bigger than Mary’s, with tiny, mauve nipples that my fingers found and caressed. Her cunt tighten on my cock as I played with her nipples and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Don’t stop,” April moaned as Mary pulled out her fingers.

“It’s time for something bigger, babe,” Mary answered, moving atop the girl and maneuvering the dildo to the tight entrance of her asshole.

“Oh jeez,” April gasped as Mary pushed the dildo slowly into her ass. “You’re going to rip me apart!”

“Shh, relaxes,” Mary whispered, stroking the girls back. “Just relax and let my cock slip into your tight depths.” April moaned as the dildo sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. “There we are, see, I’m all the way in.”

“Oh wow, this feels so strange,” April panted as Mary started to pull out and then slid slowly in. Mary started to fuck her slightly faster every time she pulled out.

“Oh my god!” Felicity was moaning, “Your cock is so amazing in my cunt. It’s warm and twitches. Oh wow, I can feel the head and the shaft inside me. Fuck this is so awesome. Why did I wait so long to do this!”

“Are you on the pill?” I asked her.

“No,” Felicity answered, then her eyes widened in alarm and she stopped fucking me. “Oh fuck, you’re not wearing a condom.”

“Keep fucking,” I ordered and she immediately started fucking me again, going faster. “Isn’t it exciting. My sperm will soon be inside you, swimming their way to your womb. Maybe there will be a cute little egg for my little troopers to breach. Would you like that? Would you like to have my baby growing in your belly?”

“Yes!” she purred. “Oh, knock me up! Fill my belly with your baby!”

Her cunt tightened hard on my back and she arched her back in pleasure, thrusting her breasts forward and slamming all the way down on my cock. She howled wordlessly as her passion exploded through her. I could feel the power of her orgasm on my dick and answered with a load of fertile sperm.

“Ohh, I think I’m going to exploded?” April moaned next to us as Mary pounded her ass. “Oh jeez, oh jeez that’s great! Keep going! Yes, yes, holy crap! I’m going to cum! Yes, yes! Oh, fricking yes!” April howled and hugged a pillow as her orgasm exploded inside her.

Mary kept fucking her, grinding her clit against the dildo every time it bottomed out in the nerd’s ass. Mary grabbed her bushy hair, pulling her face up and kissing the girl on the lips, licking my dried cum from her cheek and howled her own passion into the girl’s ear before collapsing on top of her. Mary rolled off and snuggled up next to me, the wet dildo rubbing on my leg.

“You girls go find Thamina and tell her to take you home,” I ordered. “And remember, neither of you can fuck a guy until you’ve had your period.”

“Yes, Mark,” April pouted. Felicity sighed and got off me, my dick popping out of her cum filled cunt with a wet plop.

Mary unstrapped the dildo and tossed it to the floor and I stroked her hair and kissed her on the lips. The former virgins got dressed. Both seemed taken aback by being so abruptly kicked out. But Mary and I got what we wanted from them, so it was time for them to go. April looked sadly at me, the little slut had fallen in love with me. Well, she needed to learn that love and sex weren’t the same thing. Dressed, the two girls slipped out of the room.

“How was your day?” I asked, stroking her side. Mary was pressed up against me, her breasts and head on my chest.

“Long,” she sighed, and then pinched my side. “You’re coming with me for wedding stuff from now on,” Mary complained. “Or at least, you don’t get to fuck your way through a high school while I’m doing it.”

“I didn’t fuck my way through the entire high school,” I replied. “Although, there was a gym class.”

Mary shook her head laughed. “That’s my randy stallion.” She sighed. “But, you are going to help with the wedding plans, okay?”

“Yeah, of course, Mare.”

She kissed me. “Good. I have some samples from the caterers for you to try, I want to know which one you like best.”

“Sure. Why was Noel here so early?”

“The FBI isn’t buying what we told Peterson,” Mary answered “He’s in a lot of trouble. Noel says they’re sending an Organized Crime agent to run things and bugging our phones. They’re going to setup surveillance on us.”

“Okay, nothing we can’t handle,” I told her, stroking her hair. Then I slid my hand lower, down her back and reached plump ass, tracing a circle on her cheek. “I can’t wait to meet your family.”

“You mean you can’t wait to see me fuck my sisters,” Mary said with a naughty smile. “I’m kinda looking forward to it, too.”

“I thought you were nervous about it.”

“I had the hottest dream last night,” Mary said. “I was making love to my sisters. They were so beautiful, naked and wet, and we gave each other so much pleasure.”

“Sounds nice,” I said. “I can’t wait to see that.”

“I bet you can’t wait to fuck them,” Mary giggled.

“Yeah, I’d love that.” Mary kissed me. “We’ll see,” she said with a naughty smile.

We kissed some more. “When do you think Chantelle and Lana will get back?” Mary asked. “I thought they’d be back by now. You did tell them to return today?”

“I thought I did,” I said, thinking. “I was pretty drunk that night, it’s kind of a blur.”

Mary grabbed her phone and sent one of them a text and we went back to cuddling. “I need you to make a guest list,” Mary told me. “So we can start getting invitations mailed out. Buy Monday.” I kissed her hand. “Sure, Mare.”

Mary’s phone chirped and she read the text message. “Chantelle says, ‘I thought it was next Friday. Master said we could enjoy the rest of our honeymoon and we still have another week.’ Is that what you said, Mark?”

“I guess I did,” I answered with a shrug. “Tell them they have to be back by noon next Friday.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, Alice called, Monday at 3 pm in Seattle we have an appointment with the investment group that owns the empty lot,” Mary said. There was a big empty lot behind cul-de-sac our house was on that was supposed to be a housing development before the recession. We were going to buy it and build a huge mansion there.

I tensed at the mention of Alice. She was Mary’s friend or lover. I still wasn’t sure. Mary said they were friends, but they would spend hours making love in a hotel. I met Alice yesterday and she was clearly in love with Mary and jealous of me. Ironically, I was a little jealous of her.

Mary felt me tensed and asked, “What, didn’t you like Alice? I thought you two hit it off.”

I blinked. Really, did she not notice Alice glare daggers at me. If looks could kill, Alice would have blown my head off with the intensity of her gaze. “I … I don’t think she likes me,” I told her. “She seemed jealous when you were with me.”

Mary frowned. “Why would she be jealous. You’re my fiancee? Are you sure you were just imagining things?” I was pretty sure I wasn’t. Mary continued, “Her husband isn’t giving her any attention, so I’m just helping my friend out. There’s nothing between us but friendship and some great sex.”

“Maybe it was my imagination,” I lied. I wasn’t in the mood to fight. I was in the mood to have some great sex with my fiancee, though. I pulled her face up and kissed her on the lips. “I love you, my beautiful filly,” I whispered. Her loving smile begged to be kissed again.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth as the passion of our kiss grew. My cock was hardening as I stroked Mary’s side, sliding up to her perky breast, playing with her hard nipple. I broke the kiss. “I realized I haven’t made love to my beautiful fiancee, today.”

“Ohh, maybe you should fix that,” Mary panted. “She’s still a little angry about having to work on our wedding while you were off having fun.”

I kissed her neck, and down to her breasts and sucked her nipple into my mouth, gently nipping it with my tongue. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, sucking in her other nipple. “I am I making it better?”

“Maybe,” she grinned. “If you go lower.”

I kissed down her flat stomach, pausing to tongue her bellybutton. Mary giggled and squirmed as my tongue swirled around her ticklish belly. Then I kissed lower, rubbing my face through her silky pubic hair, shaped as a fiery heart. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and I moved lower between her spread thighs.

Mary shuddered as I licked up her slit. “Hmm, yes, I think I’m starting to forgive you,” she moaned as my tongue swiped up her pussy a second time. Then I sucked her labia into my mouth, my tongue exploring her sensitize lips. I spread her labia open, her pink depths glistened with excitement, and I shoved my tongue in, wiggling around her vaginal canal. Her hand gripped my hair, pulling me tight as I ate her cunt.

“Hmm, yes, eat me!” she moaned. “Oh, God I love you, my randy stallion! Suck my clit! Oh please!”

I sucked her clit into my mouth and slowly slid a finger up inside her wet pussy. Her pussy walls sucked eagerly at my finger and I added a second. Mary’s hips were writhing in pleasure and her moans filled my ears. I played with the hard pearl with my tongue, every flick on her clit causing her hips to twist in pleasure. My fingers in her cunt curled upwards, searching for her G-Spot.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re forgiven!” she cried. “You’re forgiven, just keep doing that! Oh, fuck, yes, you’re making me cum! Yes, yes, you fucking stud!” Her fingers dug painfully into my hair, pulling me hard against her cunt as her back arched in the pleasure of her orgasm.

I lightly kissed her pussy lips as Mary came down from her orgasm, savoring her flavor. Her soft thighs pressed against the side of my head and kissed those as well. Finally, Mary sat up on her arms, smiling.

“I want my stallion in me,” she purred. “I need that big cock filling me up. I haven’t had a dick in me all day. My poor, little cunny is all sad and lonely.” She glanced at the clock. “We have over an hour before we need to get ready and I want your cock in me the whole time.”

I smiled and crawled up her body. “Your stallion’s more than happy to feed your naughty little cunny all the cock it needs.” I squeezed her ass. “And your hungry asshole, too.”

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“Theodora, I just heard about this great bar,” Antsy giggled to me as she entered the hotel room.

Antsy wasn’t her real name, it was a shorten form of Samantha. Her father called her that because she could never sit still. “Dad always said, ‘The girl’s got ants in her pants.’ And that’s how I got the nickname,” Antsy would explain to everybody she met.

Today, she was wearing a florescent pink bikini that revealed all of her youthful charms. The girl had a nice pair of tits and a great ass. Her body glistened with tanning oils and was starting to turn a rich brown. The girl had just returned from trolling for guys on the Miami beach. And with her body, she wouldn’t have to troll hard.

Last night I had wanted to seduce the girl but she never came back to the hotel room until this morning reeking of stale bear and sex. She had, all giggly, told me all about the guy she hooked up with and how she actually went back to his apartment. “I couldn’t believe I did that,” Antsy had confessed. “I’ve never done a one night stand before. It was so wicked!”

“What’s so great about this bar?” I asked. “You’re nineteen? You can’t drink.”

“They don’t card,” Antsy giggled. “At least that’s what this cute guy, I think his name was Keith or was it Kyle?” She shrugged. “Anyways, do you want to come with me. Keith said he’d be there and I bet we could find a guy for you.”

I bet if we found a cute guy and I offered to have a threesome with them she’d jump at it and it would give me the opportunity to perform the Prayer of Avvah on the girl and make her a trap for her brother. Antsy was sister to Mark, the Warlock that I was tasked with defeating. Once Mark was exorcised, I could rescue Sister Louise from him. Sister Louise had been the first nun to try and defeat Mark, but thanks to the demoness Lilith’s interference, Mark had prevailed.

Mark’s lover, another Warlock, had summoned the Demoness Lilith and made my job much more difficult. And that’s where Antsy would come in. According to the Angel Ramiel, Mark would need to sleep with his sister as part of some dark magic. When Mark slept with Antsy, the Prayer of Avvah would make the pair obsessed with each other and destroy Mark’s relationship with his lover. Once they were separated, they would be much easier to handle.

“I’d love to come to the bar with you,” I replied. “Maybe we could find a guy and take him back here and fuck him together.”

“What, like a threesome?” Antsy asked, blushing.

“Sure, they can be a lot of fun,” I said as sexily as possible.

She frowned. “I guess that could be interesting. I’ve never been with a woman before, I’m not sure …”

“Oh, girl, don’t worry, we’ll be with a guy,” I lied. “It’s not like we’re going to fool around with each other.”

“Oh, okay,” she brightened. “I guess it could be fun. Besides, imagine the look on any guy’s face when he finds out he gets to fuck two beautiful women.”

I laughed with her. Once you’re drunk Antsy and all horny in bed with a guy, you won’t care that a woman’s caressing you. You’ll be putty in my hands.

To be continued …

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Maria and Stephanie take Don to a hotel and reveal their secret.

PART 2

This is a work of fiction and all participants are over the age of 18.

Chapter 1

Donald stared at his phone feeling himself growing extremely horny. He had been denied an orgasm for almost six weeks now and the message he’d just received was almost too much.

Donald knew just how lucky he was. He’d met his wife Maria when they both attended the same college. He knew she had a reputation but that attracted him to her even more. Don was a good looking guy, he was popular and intelligent. He stood at 6ft1”, 170lb with an athletic build and a member of the swim team.
As soon as he and Maria started dating he knew he was hooked. She was wild in bed and seriously sexy. Maria opened Don’s eyes to all sorts of sexual practises. She was willing to try anything and wanted to as well. She demanded he be very open minded and he jumped in with both feet. They had threesomes and experimented with clothes, toys and pornography. They got married and soon afterward Maria asked if Don would like to watch her fuck another man. Don agreed and Maria went out to a bar without her wedding ring on. Apparently and unsurprisingly several men hit on her and she selected one and explained the situation. He had no problem fucking her in front of her husband and they went back to Don and Maria’s place. Don sat in a chair and masturbated as Maria fucked in front of him. Don loved it and encouraged her to do it again, repeating it several times.

Things calmed down when Maria fell pregnant with their beautiful daughter Stephanie, but then after a few years Don suggested they should go to a swinger’s party and the sexual deviancy ramped up again.

Now Don was cuckold and Maria was in complete charge when it came to sex. He was very successful in business and they had a large house with all they could desire. The only downside was that he had to work away a lot. Maria was always keen to ensure they both continued to have fun, even when he was away. She kept his cock caged in chastity and would tease him mercilessly. She’d send him pictures and videos or a live show of her masturbating or posing in sexy clothes. If he was lucky she’d have found a partner to fuck for him to watch.

He liked nothing more than receiving a message from her with just a picture of her with a big cock in her mouth, knowing there would be more to come. When Maria allowed him to cum his orgasms would be huge and explosive. They’d fuck several times and then Maria might cage him again and he’d have to wait for his next release.

He was now in Europe, due to return home in another 2 days when he hoped he’d get to enjoy his wife.
He had been disappointed when Maria’s liaison with a fuck buddy had been cut short two days ago and all he’d got to see was a short video of Maria sucking his dick. This new message might very well make up for it though.

It said:

‘I’ve found a new playmate, she’s so hot. What do you think?’

Attached to the message was a single picture. It showed a female in an extremely sexy white lacy lingerie set. She wore a lacy bra, with matching thong, garter belt holding up fishnet stockings. On her feet she had very high heeled red stilettos. The woman was facing away from the camera with her hands on her hips, her body was turned just enough that Donald could see she had a nice big pair of tits but her face was turned away and she wore a red shoulder length wig in the style of a bob haircut.. She had a killer ass and body and Donald thought she looked quite young, maybe in her early twenties.

‘Holy shit she looks incredible’ Don typed, feeling his cock pressing against its cage.

‘I’d love to see you fuck her’ he added and waited.

‘Go to sleep now darling. There will be something nice for you to see in the morning.’ The reply came.

Then another ‘Stephie sends you her love’

Don put down his phone frustrated. Being 5 hrs ahead in Europe meant that although it was only early evening for his wife it was already after midnight for him and his wife correctly knew he must get to sleep. His dick throbbed as he imagined what his wife was going to get up to with the beautiful creature in the picture.

Chapter 2

As soon as Donald opened his eyes in the morning her remembered the messages and reached for his phone. There were several messages for him from Maria and he opened the first.

Attached to the message were five photos of his wife’s new friend in provocative poses; bent over, on hands and knees from behind and then with panties and bra removed. Jesus, thought Don, she had an incredible body. Those titties were just magnificent. He could see they were natural and still very pert confirming his thoughts that she was young. He didn’t notice that her face was still hidden.

Don’s cock began pressing uncomfortably at its confines. He quickly opened the rest of his messages and stared at the pictures of his wife with her new pal. There with pics of her sucking her tits and licking her ass and pussy. There were pics of her fucking her with a dildo also pushing a butt plug into her ass. Oh my god, where the fuck had she found this girl thought Don.

Don’s dick leaked vast quantities of precum and was wonderfully painful as it pressed and pushed at its chastity cage. Don had an emergency key in a glass vial which he briefly considered using but if he broke the vial Maria would know and there was a huge amount of trust in their relationship. He looked at the pics until he couldn’t bear it anymore.

‘Oh Jesus baby, the pics are so fucking hot. I’m so horny. Thank you.’ Said the message to Maria.

The reply came quickly. ‘I’m so glad you like them sweetie. I had a lot of fun. She wants to be involved with us a lot in the future if that’s okay with you? Would you like to watch us fuck some studs together honey?’

Don stared at the message, his mouth hanging open and groaned as his cock tried its best to break free of the cage. He quickly typed a reply:

Are you kidding? You know how much I’d like that. It feels like I’ve won the lottery! I can’t wait to get home baby. I have to go and take a cold shower. Christ knows how I’m gonna concentrate with my clients today. XX’

Chapter 3

Maria looked at her husband’s message and smiled. So far so good she thought. There was never any doubt that Don would love the pictures and go wild at the thought of watching the two of them but Maria had worried that Don might have recognised Stephanie.

When Stephanie had returned to school on Monday, Maria had waited impatiently for her to return, spending the day shopping at Victoria’s Secret and treating herself and her little girl to lots of sexy new underwear.

Maria and Stephanie had talked at length and discovered that they shared identical urges and needs. Maria was a little saddened that her daughter wouldn’t have the luxury of a normal sex life but as Steph said, what is normal anyway? It hadn’t stopped Maria from having a wonderful marriage and family after all. Stephanie had slept with her in her in her bed for the last couple of nights and they’d made love sensually and fucked each other like whores before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Donald was due home on Wednesday and the girls made plans to give them all the best weekend of their lives. Stephanie made some phone calls and Maria took them out shopping for more slutty clothes.

Chapter 4

When Donald returned home on Wednesday afternoon everything went as it usually did. He was used to coming home in a horny mess after being teased mercilessly whilst away on business.
As soon as he saw Maria his dick strained to harden.

His two girls welcomed him with big hugs and then they all enjoyed a nice dinner together. Eventually Stephanie went off to bed and Maria led Donald up to their bedroom.

“Have you been a good boy?” She asked him as she peeled of her clothes to reveal a nice matching bra and pantie set.

“Of course baby, although it wasn’t easy with the pics you sent me. Who the hell is that girl and where did you find her?” Donald showed Maria the glass vial with the key to his chastity cage still rattling inside.

“All in good time honey. Let’s get you out of that nasty old cage.”

Donald removed his clothes and looked down as his wife retrieved the key and unlocked his cage. He had been in it for a week and the relief of being free felt wonderful.

“You go shower sweetie and give that thing a good wash. No being naughty in that shower. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Blood began pumping into Don’s cock and as he washed himself thoroughly he became hard like concrete, he couldn’t resist tugging on it hard every now and then as he carried out some light manscaping. Maria liked him to be trim and Donald thought it made his cock look bigger so he was all for it. At about seven and half inches, Don was longer than average if you believed what was said, but he’d be lying if he said he was completely satisfied with the size of his dick.

When Donald returned to the bedroom Maria was lying on her side on top of the bed, topless now.
She smiled at the sight of Don’s dick jutting out in front of him.

“Horny baby?” she asked.

Donald just gave her look that said ‘what do you think?’ and climbed onto the bed beside his wife.

Maria lay on her front between her husband’s legs as he sat up on the bed resting his back against the headboard. His cock throbbed in anticipation as Maria kissed around his thighs and groin area.

“Oh Jesus baby” he sighed.

Don closed his eyes and felt Maria’s breath on the end of his penis. She kissed him softly and then her head was gone and she held him by the base of his dick, pulling it back so it was pointing directly up. With her other hand she began lightly tracing her fingers up his shaft and around the glans paying particular attention to the sensitive underside of his glans. Don’s cock twitched and throbbed in Maria’s hands. It looked purple and angry as blood pumped into it, hardening it further. Precum oozed form the end and Maria used it to lubricate Don’s cock, wiping it around lightly with just her fingertips.

“I’m gonna have so much fun this weekend and if you’re good you can watch. Would you like to watch Don?” Maria purred.

“Oh yes.” Don whispered.

“Would you like to watch me and my new friend fucking some young hung studs my darling?” Maria continued still lightly caressing Don’s prick and marvelling at how it throbbed hotly in her hand.

“Fuck yes” gasped Don.

Don desperately need to cum and wanted Maria to grab his cock and jerk it but she continued to lightly play with him making him groan.

“Ooh baby. You’re so fucking hard.”

Don closed his eyes and thought back to the pictures Maria had sent him.

“Tell me about her.” He panted.

Maria massaged Don’s balls and then ran her fingers slowly up his shaft again wiping another smear of precum around the glans.

“She is sooooo hot baby, you’re gonna love her I know. She’s real naughty too. Just like me really.”

“What’s her name?” Don gasped, gently thrusting his hips.

“Candy”

Maria and Stephanie had discussed what name to give her as Maria always used the name Molly when picking up guys or going to swinging parties.

“How old is she?”

“She’s young babe. All will be revealed.”

Maria looked at Don’s cock and thought that it really looked like it might explode. It was so hard and pulsing in her hand, slick with its own lubricating juices. She wanted it inside her so bad but she wanted Don hornier than he’d been in his life this weekend.

Releasing Don’s cock Maria wriggled out of her panties. Don moved toward her but she pushed him back. Straddling him she placed her pussy on his cock flattening it against his tummy. Moving slowly she rubbed her very wet pussy back and forth along his shaft.

“Oh Jesus Maria, please, please.” begged Don squeezing and kneading her tits, pinching her nipples.

Maria had to be careful as Don could cum any minute and she was getting very horny herself.

“I licked Candy all over Don. Her pussy tasted so sweet. I bet you can’t wait to see us together and watch us fucking for you.”

Don could only groan, he was being tortured but he loved it. He leaned forward and sucked one of Maria’s nipples into his mouth.
Maria continued sliding her wet snatch along Don’s shaft as she thought of Stephanie, feeling it hot between her labia.

“I’m gonna get fucked so good this weekend baby and you’re going to get to watch it all and then afterwards, you get to cum baby, you get to fuck me and cum.”

Maria pushed Don down away from her and looked him in the eyes.

“But if you cum before then you get to watch nothing.”

Don looked up at his beautiful wife smiling sadistically down at him, her large firm tits swinging, nipples erect. She was still slowly moving backwards and forwards on him and his dick twitched.
Quickly he pushed her off as she giggled. Don stood up and looked down at his swollen cock bobbing and twitching. It was purple and throbbing, glistening with his precum and Maria’s pussy juices.

“Oh my god Maria! You’re such a bitch. I’m so close and sooooo horny.”

“Oh Don, I know you love it and think how good it will be when I let you cum.”

Don could only sit on the edge of the bed away from Maria and think of work or grocery shopping. Anything to make his hard on go away. Maria was right he did love it. He loved how horny she made him and then denied him release. She knew exactly what to do and say to excite him to the max.

Chapter 5

Don had the rest of the week off so he lay in late. He eventually managed to get to sleep and had slept fitfully. He awoke with a raging hard on again which he tried his best to ignore as he listened to Maria and Stephanie got up and had breakfast and he dozed until he heard Stephanie head off to school.

Downstairs Maria was preparing some eggs for breakfast when Stephanie crept up behind her mother and reached around her squeezing her breasts.
Maria spun around and when she saw it was Stephanie her eyes darted around the kitchen.

“Relax mom. Daddy’s still sleeping” said Steph her hands pulling open her mom’s blue satin robe revealing her naked body beneath.

“I missed you last night” she continued and her hand cupping Maria’s pussy and rubbing it as she kissed her neck.

Maria closed her eyes and put her head back enjoying the sensual kisses and touches, feeling the heat in her pussy immediately. Eventually she snapped herself back to reality.

“Stop it sweetie. Your father could come down any minute. We don’t want to spoil it do we?”

She pushed Steph away gently, their eyes betraying the lust they were both feeling.

“Aww okay mom. It’s so hard though.”

“Everything should be fine for tomorrow night Stephie. Daddy is very excited and unsuspecting; it should be a lot of fun. Is everything okay from your end? Are you sure you want to do this?” Marie said retying her robe.

“Yes! I’m sooooo excited and so are the boys. I can’t wait mom.”

Chapter 6

Thursday night Maria had needed to cum. It was tough having her new fuck buddy right there but unable to play with her and Stephanie had deliberately teased her with flashes of tits and ass at every opportunity this evening too, not that Maria hadn’t seen her daughter’s body before, but now there was something intensely sexual about the way it was presented to her.

Don had been made to stand at the foot of the bed, hard-on jutting out, painfully swollen as Maria writhed on the bed is some of her new lingerie and a couple of sex toys. She had described in detail all the things that she had been getting up to with Candy and all the things that they were going to do to each other and to whatever man they wanted.

Eventually Maria had allowed Don to climb onto the bed and lick her clit as she fucked herself with a dildo until she reached a climax.

Now it was Friday and the day that Don would meet Candy was upon them.

Maria and Stephanie had made arrangements and booked a room at a hotel for the weekend. Don was told that Candy had booked them all a room and whilst Don had a drink the bar, Maria would go and meet her before collecting Don.

At around 6pm Don and Maria were ready. “Now tonight you’re going to have to trust me baby.” She said to Don in the car on the way to the hotel.

“I always do darling” Don replied.

“I know sweetie.” Maria continued, reaching over and rubbing Don’s crotch and feeling it instantly swell. “Just remember that I love you and Stephanie completely and totally.”

When they arrive at the hotel Maria had a quick cocktail and then left Don at the bar and headed for the room that she and Stephanie had booked earlier. When she opened the door Stephanie was watching TV on one of the beds.
She was already changed and wore a short pleated white mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a white crop halter top. She wore no underwear and on her feet some white stripper shoes with 7” heels. She looked stunning, if a little slutty.

“Thank heavens you’re here!” Stephanie said, leaping from the bed.

“I’m sooooo bored and I’m super excited and horny!”

She put her arms around her mother and kissed her full and hard on the lips.

Maria gently pushed Stephanie away giggling. “Okay baby, it’s nearly time. Let me get changed and get daddy.”

Maria put on a short, sheer, body hugging, backless black dress that accentuated every curve of her beautiful body. Underneath she had a garter belt, holding up her black seamed stockings and she too had on some slutty 6” heels. She wore no panties and her tits were pushed up and out by the confines of the dress.

“Right” Maria said. “Go and meet the boys. I’ll see you soon.”

Chapter 7

Don stared as he watched his wife enter the bar. She looked around the bar to find him. Don smiled to himself. She knew he was right where she left him and was just doing this to give everyone time to notice her. She was such a show off. Her dress had ridden up a little and her stocking tops were visible as well as a large portion of her tits. She looked like a slut and he loved it. He noticed every man in the bar turn to look as she strutted up to the bar next him.

“I’m not wearing panties. Finish your drink.” She whispered in his ear.

Don lifted his glass and downed the rest of his drink and rose form the bar, he winked at the bartender who was staring at them open mouthed and tossed a few notes onto the bar leaving a big tip.
Don put his arm around his wife’s waist and as they left the bar he squeezed her ass for all the men he knew were watching them leave.

As soon as they entered the elevator, Maria turned away from Don and slowly pulled her dress up around her waist and pushed out her ass. She looked over her shoulder coyly and gave her ass one light spank.

“Are you ready baby?”

Don admired his wife’s incredible body and nodded.

“I’m so ready.”

Maria took Don by the tie and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed passionately, breathing hard, Don’s hands all over Maria’s ass until the lift stopped and Maria quickly pulled down her dress.

Chapter 8

Don had been guided into the room and sat on a comfy chair. Maria had then undressed him until he was completely naked; his cock already hard, and asked him to put his hands behind the back of the chair. He had then been handcuffed. Maria and he had often played around with light bondage so this was nothing new. She whispered that Candy would join them soon and this was only temporary and he must trust her. Finally a ball gag was placed in his mouth and fastened behind his head.

His chair was placed at the foot of two queen sized beds; Maria went to the nightstand and switched on the blue tooth speaker and then started playing some music from her phone.

Maria reached down and squeezed Dons cock. She could feel it was already hard as concrete, she resisted the urge to straddle her husband and sink down on his lovely hard dick. She was so ready for some cock but knew she just had to wait a little longer.

Maria stood back from Don and began to dance for him, running her hands over her body, squeezing her ass and tits and moaning softly for him.
Bending over she displayed herself to him, her dress rising up her ass. She gripped her ankles keeping her legs straight and looked back at Don who was staring, his cock twitching, the glans glistening with pre-cum.
Maria placed a hand on her ass cheek and pulled it apart and then, with the finger of her other hand ran it over her asshole and down to her pussy where she dipped it inside herself.

“Molly needs a nice big hard cock baby.” She purred at him, using the name she and Don used for her when they played like this.

“I’m so wet and horny. You wanna watch Molly get fucked by a big fat dick?”

Don gulped hard and nodded.

Maria straightened and straightened her dress out, smoothing it down over her buttocks. She turned to Don and stood in front of him. She bent over again looking him right in the eye.
“What a good boy you are. Maybe later I’ll let you do rude things to me with this.”

Maria slapped Don’s cock with her hand and it sprung back and forth. Don groaned into his gag.

“Are you horny sweetie? You’re really hard aren’t you? You must need to cum quite badly by now huh?

Don could only groan again and Maria used her fingers to lightly trace around Don’s swollen glans.
She lightly ran her hand down his shaft, feeling it throb under her touch.
Suddenly she gripped his cock hard and pulled it down, pulling the skin back painfully.
Don whimpered and stared as Maria slowly positioned her mouth over his dick and opened her mouth wide.
Slowly she pushed her head onto him taking him deep into her mouth before she carried on, inching him into her throat.

Don closed his eyes and concentrated on not cumming as her throat muscles massaged his painfully hard prick.

Suddenly the door unlocked and swung open and Stephanie strode into the room.

“Holy shit mom, that looks so fucking hot!” She said as Maria’s lips reached Don’s groin.

Chapter 9

Don experienced almost every emotion going in the split second that Stephanie walked into the room; horror, betrayal, shame, sadness, excitement and lust to name but a few.
He had recoiled but Maria had kept his cock firmly in her throat, her muscles massaging his swollen dick as she stared up at him. He could see her eyes were pleading with him as he shouted into the ball gag.

“It’s okay daddy. Calm down, everything’s okay” Stephanie had said as Maria slowly raised her head off him.

“Don, meet Candy. She said.

As soon as his cock was free Don struggled like mad and crossed and uncrossed his legs, trying to hide his hard-on from his daughter. (Later they would laugh about this.)

Don’s brain struggled to get to grip with information it had just received. Stephanie was Candy. His daughter was the girl he had been lusting over since Maria had sent him the pictures. Maria and Stephanie were having sex.

Don’s eyes darted from Maria to Stephanie and back as they tried to explain as quickly as they could what had been occurring over the past few days.

“Don, she wants this.” Maria said. “We all want this really. She’s going to do this sort of thing with us or without us. Wouldn’t you rather we could help guide her?”

It took quite a while but gradually Don calmed down and began to see their point of view. He saw them looking at each other with so much love in their eyes and understood that there was nothing he could do except accept it or lose them both.

Once convinced that Don was calm and had accepted the situation, Maria removed the ball gag and cuffs. Don, who’s penis had lost all its hardness at the shock of seeing his daughter began to stir again as he stopped looking at Steph and began to look at Candy. Maria knelt beside him and began to gently caress Don’s cock, as. Don found it extremely difficult to concentrate as Maria’s finger s lightly ran up and down his shaft and around his glans.

The three of them discussed how the new dynamics of their relationship would work. They decided that Steph and Maria would be Candy and Molly when they played like this but all other times the usual family roles were to be adopted.

“So, are you happy baby? Do you want to get naughty and play nasty with Molly and Candy? Maria purred.

Don looked at the two girls. “Part of me is okay with this but part of me wants to stop.”

“I see the part of you that wants this daddy” Stephanie said, grinning and nodding her head towards his crotch where his cock still jutted out angrily.

Don smiled and then closed his eyes and put his back as Maria once again used her skills as she licked up his shaft again and masturbated him gently before standing and approaching her daughter.
She pulled Stephanie to her they kissed full and hard, their tongues slipped into each other mouths and Don swallowed hard as he watched their hands exploring each other’s body.

Maria stopped and looked over at Don.

“Final chance. Yes or no” she asked.

“Oh my god. Yes” He sighed.

Chapter 10

Don watched as the girls fussed over each other, re-applying makeup. Maria told Don what was going to happen and kept him right on the edge at all times with her mouth or hands. Stephanie would keep looking but never touch and Don felt himself begin to will her to touch him before shaking the thought from his head. Finally the two girls were happy.

“Are you ready hon?” Maria asked him.

“I think so” Don replied

“Are you ready to watch your two sluts get fucked daddy?” Stephanie asked him and Don’s cock twitched hard as if nodding, making them all laugh.

Candy picked up the phone and dialled room to room.

“Hi. It’s Candy. We’re almost ready. Come on over in five.”

Maria went to the chest of drawers and pulled out several long leather thongs. Stephanie lay on the bed on her tummy and Maria secured her to the bed by her wrists and ankles with the thongs. She then pushed a pillow under her tummy.
Stephanie was now tied to the bed, her arms and legs spread and her ass pushed into the air.
Don sat down heavily on the chair.
Maria slapped Stephanie’s ass making her squeal as her buttocks jiggled deliciously.

“Isn’t she something?” Maria asked Don.

“Yep” Croaked Don as he stared at Stephanie’s perfect ass and glistening pussy.

“Grrrrrrr” Growled Maria squeezing her ass cheeks hard. “I fucking love this ass. I wanna eat it.”

Stephanie giggled as Maria toyed with her, finally stopping, adjusting Stephanie’s skirt as best she could and turning to Don.

“My turn. Just like Stephanie please” she told Don, handing him the thongs.

[b]Chapter 11[/b]

Don answered the knock on the door wearing a hotel robe. Bobby, (whom he recognised) stood with another guy which he guessed was Dave. He let them in and then sat down in the chair, picking up his phone and selecting the camera.

“Holy fuck” grinned Dave as he stared at the two women tied to the beds.

Bobby moved between the beds and ran his hand up Maria’s stockinged leg as he moved toward the head of the bed. When he grew level with her middle he took hold of the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up.
Don watched his wife lift herself slightly to allow Bobby to pull up her dress and soon it was bunched around her waist.
Bobby looked down at Maria’s ass beautifully framed by her stockings and suspender belt.

“Whoa” he murmured in appreciation and looked over at the other bed.

Dave had had the easier job of lifting Stephanie’s pleated skirt to reveal her perfect rear. When he heard Bobby he looked over. The boys looked from mother to daughter.

“Holy shit” They laughed.

Dave stood by the side of Stephanie’s bed facing her feet and placed one large hand on each small pert butt cheeks. He kneaded them and the pulled them apart exposing her asshole and pussy completely. He looked over to Don.

“We are going to fuck the shit of this.” Said Dave and Don heard Candy quietly moan.

Don’s gaze was suddenly drawn to Maria as he heard a loud slap followed by a squeal. Bobby had spanked his wife and Don could see her gorgeous ass still wobbling, a red hand print starting to show. His robe fell open and he carefully stroked his swollen prick.

Maria was so excited. She loved how being tied to the bed like this made her feel so exposed and vulnerable. Bobby had spanked her several times and was now behind her tonguing her pussy and ass. She moaned and looked over at Stephanie who had her eyes closed and was chewing her bottom lip, obviously enjoying whatever was being done to her. It was so erotic to see her like this.

Dave appeared at Maria’s head, at some point he’d removed his clothes and his large erect penis bobbed into view. Molly saw Stephanie open her mouth as it was pushed toward her before Dave’s buttocks obscured her view.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Maria sighed as Bobby pushed a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy as he rimmed her asshole.

She could hear the slurps of Stephanie sucking cock and Dave encouraging her and she watched Dave’s taught buttocks moving as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Yeah you little slut, suck my dick.”

Abruptly, Bobby stopped what he was doing and Maria felt him untie her ankles before appearing at her head and untying her wrists. He too had removed his clothes and his hard cock swung tantalisingly close to Maria’s head and she reached out for it.
Bobby pulled her up from the bed and pulled her dress up and over her head. Her large tits swung free and Bobby couldn’t resist grabbing them and pushing his face into them, sucking and nibbling each one in turn.

She looked over at Don and into his lust filled eyes and could see Dave was untying Stephanie’s wrists as he slowly pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

Once Stephanie was untied and her top and skirt removed the girls were placed on their knees in front of Don. Bobby and Dave stood between them and they went to work sucking cock.

Don stared, mouth open, as he watched his girls suck dick together. They took the boys deep into their throats, sometimes they had one each and sometimes they sucked together. The thing that Don found most erotic though, was when they broke away and briefly looked into each other’s eyes before passionately kissing, their tongues flying in and out of each other’s mouths, before Bobby or Dave would shove his cock between their lips.
Don loved to look into Maria or Stephanie’s eyes as a hard cock was pushed into their mouth and judging by the soft moans they were making, the girls loved it too.

“Jesus your girls can suck cock buddy.” Dave laughed glancing at Don.

Bobby pulled Maria to her feet and led her back to a bed. She sat on the bottom of the bed then lay back. Bobby held her legs open as Dave guided Stephanie to the bed and climbing onto it she placed herself over her mom adopting the 69 position.
Stephanie opened her mouth as Bobby pushed his cock deep into it and then rubbed it over Maria’s snatch.

As Bobby pushed his dick into her, Maria groaned and licked furiously at Stephanie’s pussy over her face. She found her clit and flicked it with her tongue and heard her daughter moan, feeling her tongue work on her own clit as Bobby slowly slid his full length into her wet cunt.
Looking up she saw Dave’s fat cock being guided toward Stephanie’s pussy and she watched intently as it prised apart her cunt lips and started inching its way in.

Don’s dick twitched and throbbed uncontrollably. Stephanie stopped licking Maria and looked him directly in the eyes as Dave knelt behind her and began to enter her. She chewed her bottom lip and then pursed them and pouted as if making an ‘Oooooooooh’ sound as Dave began to slide into her.

“Oh my god!” Stephanie moaned loudly. “Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy!”

Don had never been so turned on before. He daren’t touch himself for fear of cumming and as Stephanie buried her head between Maria’s legs again he stood and walked to the spare bed and sat where he could film Dave’s fat cock fucking his daughter as his balls banged against his wife’s forehead.

Maria too, was in a state of sexual frenzy. Bobby was fucking her in long deep hard strokes hitting her G-spot perfectly as Stephanie rubbed her clit with the palm of her hand.
The sight of Dave’s large cock sliding in and out of Stephanie’s dripping cunt was too much and she lapped and licked hard. Every now and then Dave would pull out of Stephanie and push it down into Maria’s mouth so she could suck Stephanie’s juices off it. She guessed that Stephanie was doing the same when Bobby pulled out of her. She caught a glimpse of Don and they shared a lust filled look just as her orgasm began.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she yelled at the all. “Oh my god! Oh my god! I’M CUUUUUMMMMING!”

“Fuck her Bobby. Fuck her good” Stephanie said

Don watched his wife’s mouth open in a silent scream and her face flush with color as she came hard. Her hands that were on Stephanie’s ass cheeks squeezed hard and her body convulsed as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.
Bobby slowly continued pushing his cock in and out of her as she came until she stopped juddering at which point he pulled out of her and let Stephanie greedily suck her mother’s cum off his cock leaving Maria trembling.

Dave withdrew from Stephanie and lay on his back next to the trembling Molly. Stephanie climbed off her mom and straddled Dave, holding the base of his cock as she lowered herself onto him.

“Ooh baby that feels sooooo good” she purred as she began to ride him, her pert 34C tits bouncing.

Bobby stood on the bed next to them and fed his cock into Stephanie’s mouth. Maria looked over at Don.

“Having fun baby” she asked.

“Oh yes hon. was that good?” he asked her.

“Fuck yeah. I came so hard. It felt so nice having a big hard cock fucking my pussy while Steph licked me.”

Maria turned over and knelt over Dave’s face and began squeezing, licking and sucking Stephanie’s tits, chewing a nipple, making Stephanie gasp. Dave’s tongue disappeared into Maria’s fuck hole and then it was Stephanie’s turn to cum.

Don watched mesmerised as a red flush appeared all over Stephanie’s body as her orgasm hit her. Bobby held her head and pushed his cock deep into her throat muffling her cries as she snorted through her nose, rocking back and forth on Dave’s prick. Maria put her arms around her daughter and hugged her as her whole body shook in spasms.
Finally Bobby let go of her head and pulled his dick form her mouth. Long ropes of saliva hung from his mouth and her chin as she gasped for air.

“Ooh baby, was that good.” Maria asked her.

Stephanie stared into her mother’s eyes and nodded unable to speak before they kissed each hard and wetly, hands all over each other’s tits.

Stephanie rolled off Dave and climbed off the bed. Don quickly sat himself back in his chair as he realised that both beds were needed now.
Stephanie climbed onto the bed on all fours facing Don and pushed her head into the bed and her ass into the air. Bobby climbed behind her.
Maria stood and placing a hand on each of Stephanie’s butt cheeks pulled them apart before dribbling spit from her mouth onto Stephanie’s asshole and rubbed it around.
Bobby pushed the tip of his cock against Stephanie’s little pucker and Maria watched as he opened her up and slid in the tip.

“Oh my god” Stephanie breathed, looking Don square in the eye.

Bobby pushed forwards and then pulled back before pushing forward again and suddenly he was past the resisting muscle and he slid a couple of inches of hard dick into her.

“Ooohhhhhhhhh” Stephanie moaned.

Bobby pulled back until he almost pulled out and then pushed forwards, inching more into her each time he repeated the process until he was sliding his entire length into her.

“Oh daddy,” Stephanie said to Don “he’s fucking my ass. His big fat cock in my tight little ass feels sooooo good.”

Don gulped hard. The look on Stephanie’s face as she was ass fucked reminded him so much of her mother. He stood and walked to other end of the bed and filmed Bobby’s cock sliding in and out of her. Bobby pulled out watched Stephanie’s ass gape. He pushed his dick toward Maria who opened her mouth to suck it before it went back into Candy’s ass making her moan like a whore.

“Fuck her Bobby. Fuck her in the ass.” Said Maria and reached underneath Stephanie to find pussy.

Dave, who had been watching and stroking himself on the bed, stood up and grabbed Maria’s hips pulling her ass toward him, bending her over and moving her legs apart with his feet.
It was Maria’s turn to chew her lip as Dave positioned his dick at her pussy and pushed.

“Mnmnnnn” Maria moaned as Dave slid his dick into her. “Oh my god yes. Fuck me. Mnmmmm.”

Maria toyed with Stephanie’s cunt as Bobby ass fucked her hard. She alternated between finger fucking her with two or three fingers and rubbing her clit.
Stephanie gripped the bed sheets in her fists and buried her head muffling her cries of pleasure.

“Don’t stop. Fuck my ass baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. OH FUUUUUUCK!” she wailed into the bed.

Maria felt Stephanie’s pussy muscles grip her fingers and spasm and then her cunt was flooded with cum.
Bobby couldn’t hold back any longer and pounded her ass hard making Stephanie whimper before letting out a loud guttural groan and pulling out his cock and spraying cum over Candy’s ass and Maria’s face. Maria stretched open her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Bobby stroked his dick emptying his balls over both girls.
Maria licked the cum from her daughters ass and sucked Bobby’s cock clean, savouring the taste of the young stud. She took her fingers, sticky with Stephanie’s cum and licked them clean too.

Once Maria had finished, she pulled herself off Dave’s cock and sunk to the floor. On her hands and knees she crawled toward her husband who was sat in his chair, cock jutting out, ropes of pre-cum hanging in threads from it. She stared into his eyes as she crawled as seductively as she could.

“Tell Dave what you want him to do to me baby”

Don looked down at his wife. Her makeup was smeared and saliva mixed with Bobby’s cum was on her face and hanging of her chin a little. To Don she looked sexy as hell.
Stephanie had recovered enough to sit on the edge of the bed with Bobby watching. Don looked up at Dave who was standing behind Molly. His muscular body shimmered with sweat and his big fat 8” cock bobbed in front of him in front of his heavy balls.

“Fuck her ass Dave. Fuck her ass good and hard. Make her cum.”

Dave grinned and crouched behind Maria who pushed her ass up and her head down. Dave spat onto her exposed asshole and rubbed his cock around it before pushing forwards.
Don watched intently as Dave, held the shaft of his cock and opened up Maria’s ass, forcing the tip into her.
Maria took several deep breaths and tried to relax. Stephanie got up from the bed and knelt next to her mom, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands and dribbling more saliva onto her asshole as Dave gradually eased his dick into Molly.

“Oh baby, he’s so big!” Grimaced Maria. “Oh my god”

Slowly but surely, Dave inched his fat dick into the horny slut until he was balls deep in her tight ass. He fucked her in slow long deep strokes, forcing an “Oooooh” from her with each forward push.

“That looks fucking amazing. Does that feel good mom?” asked Stephanie. “Having that big fat cock fucking your ass?”

“OHHHHHHHH.” Moaned Maria. “OHHHHHHH. It feels sooooo good.”

Maria reached a hand back and under herself to rub her swollen clit and looked up at her husband.

“Do you like watching him fuck my ass baby?”

Don nodded. He was so horny and desperate to cum now that he felt almost dizzy with lust.

“Let me ride you” Maria said and Dave pulled out as Stephanie gasped at her gaping asshole.
“Oh fuck mom, he’s stretched you out so much”

Dave lay on his back with his feet toward Don, where he sat on his chair drooling.
Maria, still in her stilettos, stockings and garter belt, faced Don and placed a foot, flat on the floor on either side of Dave and positioned her asshole over his cock, reverse cowgirl. Dave held his dick steady for her as she sank down and then helped support her as she began to bounce up and down.

Stephanie watched her mom riding Dave’s big fat cock anally, one hand squeezing her large tits which were bouncing and jiggling and her other hand rubbing her cliterous.
She felt a warm sensation between her legs and her nipples began to harden and she glanced at Bobby who was watching everything from the bed and wondered if he was ready to go again. Her thought was interrupted by a deep groan from Dave who had reached his limit.

“Don’t Stop! Cum in my ass!” Cried Maria as Dave held her steady and pistoned his dick in and out of her as she rubbed her clit hard.

Suddenly Dave pulled her down hard and held her as his cock twitched before his cum flooded her cunt triggering her own orgasm.

“NOW BABY!” Maria cried at Don.

Don jumped from his chair and offered his cock to Maria who stretched her mouth open and stuck out her tongue as she tugged on his cock. Cum exploded from his dick, splashing over her face and into her mouth.

“Urgh, Urgh, URGH!” Don cried with each spurt of his cock.

His legs buckled as he unloaded weeks of pent up sexual frustration, covering his wife’s face before collapsing back on his chair.

Stephanie put her arms around Maria and kissed her. The cum on Maria’s face was transferred into both of their mouths as the women’s tongues intertwined and flicked from one mouth to another.
Finally Maria crawled forwards and Dave’s softening slimy cock slipped form her ass, cum running out of her asshole and down her thighs as she made her way to her husband and sucked softly on his dick.

END OF PART 2

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