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WARNING: this is what it says on the box, the story of a lesbian rape – no men are involved. It is not a violent story, more one of forced initiation, but please do not read further if this subject matter is likely to offend you. This story is fiction, and all characters and places are invented.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012

Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel. She knew that she had been very lucky to get this temporary job during the school summer holidays: there were not many such opportunities in her quiet medium-sized home town, and she was only a little over sixteen years old, which is the minimum legal age for employment in Britain. Sally-Anne wanted to save money towards paying for driving lessons when she turned seventeen next year, but, after several fruitless attempts at the few vacancies available, she had resigned herself to wasting the holiday period just hanging around with her school friends – which, nice as they were, would be frustrating, and probably soon get boring. However, she had happened to mention her disappointment to her school geography teacher, Ms. Gilmour (a pleasant, attractive and always very smartly-dressed woman in her early 30s, who Sally-Anne really admired). The teacher had looked at the pretty blue-eyed blonde teenager appraisingly for a long moment and then, as if coming to a decision that had been long-maturing, had said that she knew the manageress of the large modern hotel on the edge of the town – a Ms. Carrington – and that she would mention Sally-Anne to her. In fact, she added to the delighted schoolgirl’s chorus of thanks, she would positively recommend her, and be glad to provide a reference.

Ms. Gilmour had been as good as her word (‘no surprise there’, thought Sally-Anne, with gratitude and affection, ‘she’s so wonderful – I wish I could be like her’), and within a week the eager teen had been given an appointment for an interview with Ms. Carrington. She turned out to be a rather formidable lady, brisk and efficient, and clearly very much in command of her domain. The manageress appeared to be in her late 30s: it was hard to tell, as she was tall and slim, with collar-length brunette hair in a style that was both elegant and rather severe, but from the slight lines around her lips and eyes, she was possibly even a little over 40. Ms. Carrington was dressed with an sophisticated simplicity that Sally-Anne envied, in a charcoal grey business suit, with the flared jacket and tulip skirt tightly-tailored to her slender waist and mature curves. Beneath this was a buttoned blouse in scarlet silk, its flash of vivid colour effectively offsetting both the grey of the suit and the black of the manageress’s leather stiletto-heeled boots. Sally-Anne had been quite intimidated by the woman’s effortless assurance and authority, and felt that she had come across as quite shy and rather immature at the interview. In fact, she had been surprised when, at the conclusion, Ms. Carrington had said – with her first smile – that Sally-Anne seemed to be a nice and dependable young girl, that she had been strongly recommended by Ms. Gilmour, who’s judgement the manageress trusted (there was a slightly odd, assessing look in her eyes when she said that, thought the schoolgirl), that she was willing to give Sally-Anne a two-week trial, and that – if all went well – she would employ her for the whole eight weeks of the summer break, and indeed probably in the Christmas holidays and again the following year.

Sally-Anne was determined to seize this marvellous opportunity, and put all her efforts into demonstrating that she was an ideal employee. It was now the start of her third day, and already she had mastered the routine of her main duty. This was to clean the rooms of the guests, either when they had checked out and before the next arrivals, or – if they were staying over – at some time convenient for them, when the room was unoccupied. Everything seemed to be going well – in fact, at the end of the previous day, when Ms. Carrington had inspected the rooms that Sally-Anne had been assigned, the manageress had given the girl one of her rare smiles, and told her that she was ‘coming on well’.

So Sally-Anne had begun this Wednesday morning in a cheerful frame of mind, and was undaunted by being presented with a longer list of rooms to clean – on the contrary, she was encouraged by this sign of greater responsibility. She would have to get going if she was to finish them all before the rooms were scheduled to be available to the incoming guests, but as she finished up in Room 517 she was quite pleased, as she had already done several in her first hour, since starting her shift at 9.00 a.m. It helped that most of the people who stayed at the hotel had come to the town on business, for, unlike holiday-makers, they were usually up and on their way early, often having checked out even before Sally-Anne arrived at the hotel to begin work.

After finishing the cleaning of Room 517, who’s occupant had left after an early breakfast, the teenager paused for a moment and glanced at her own reflection in the full-length mirror that was fixed to the front of the wardrobe. Ms. Carrington had placed particular emphasis on the importance of maintaining a neat and professional appearance at all times, and Sally-Anne straightened and smoothed down her plain and simple chambermaid’s uniform. This consisted of a black one-piece short-sleeve dress in a light crinkle-resistant artificial fabric; it came down to a little above her knees and had buttons at the front from the collar to her waist, where it was drawn in by a belt made of the same material. Apart from her underwear – a plain and modest matching set of pink cotton bra and panties – the only other things that Sally-Anne was wearing were a pair of comfortable slip-on low-heeled shoes, and a pink plastic Alice band to hold back her straight blonde hair. The cleaning work was quite strenuous, even in the air-conditioned bedrooms, and Sally-Anne had accepted her new boss’s advice not to wear tights or stockings – she would get far too hot in them, and they would only get snagged or laddered. Instead, below the hem of her uniform was an expanse of bare leg, shapely and lightly-bronzed from Sally-Anne’s many sporting and outdoor activities.

The sixteen-year-old took a moment to appraise herself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other to present her profiles. Sally-Anne was normally a shy and retiring girl, and did not tend to think of herself as particularly noticeable or pretty – but, in fact, she had becoming increasingly so over the last year, as her body had developed some quite pronounced curves. Of average height for her age, around five feet four inches, her bust and butt were rather more than averagely rounded and jutting – already, she was having to take a C-cup fitting in her slender 28 inch bras. Sally-Anne had a lively face, with a slightly turned-up nose, an unblemished smooth pink complexion, and a sparkle to her sky-blue eyes.

The truth was that she was an alluring young female, on the cusp of the transition from girl to woman. In a technical sense, she was the latter, for she had lost her virginity a few months before, but she was quite naive and sexually inexperienced. Sally-Anne had only had penetrative sex twice, and hadn’t found it very pleasurable on either occasion; her then boyfriend had pestered her into agreeing to do it, and then had come into his contraceptive sheath within a few seconds of pushing his thing into her hole – there had been almost no foreplay, nor any afterplay either! He had remained lying on top of her for about a minute, and then withdrew with a grunt, leaving her completely unsatisfied. Sally-Anne was quite glad to have lost her virginity – as most of her friends seemed to have done so already – but her reluctance, and indeed eventual refusal, to repeat the exercise had been the cause of breaking up a few weeks ago, about which Sally-Anne had few regrets. Nor was she in any hurry to get involved with another boyfriend, who no doubt would make similar unpleasant demands, and getting this summer job was a good way of taking herself out of circulation for the vacation.

Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley of cleaning equipment out of Room 517, closing the door behind her, and considered her next move. She was also due to clean the adjacent room, number 518, but this was occupied by a businesswoman who was booked in for the whole week and would not be leaving until Saturday morning. Ms. Carrington had specifically mentioned this guest as an important client; she was the regional manager of a large well-known company, and stayed regularly at the hotel for one week in each month. Her name was Ms. Milne, and she was a striking figure – a handsome woman in her mid 30s, nearly six feet tall, with jet black hair cut quite short and shaped around her ears and her sharp cheekbones, and with a slim waist and trim hips that emphasised the thrust of quite a prominent pair of breasts above – they looked like D-cups at least. Sally-Anne had only encountered Ms. Milne twice during the previous days, both times briefly, and if anything she was even more in awe of her than she was of Ms. Carrington. On the second occasion, she had felt quite intimidated as she felt Ms. Milne’s searching regard appraising her from head to toe, and had embarrassed herself by blushing like the young schoolgirl that she was.

There was no ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging on the outside door-handle of Ms. Milne’s room, and all seemed quiet within – although the heavy door was quite sound-proof, so it was hard to tell for sure. Still, it seemed to Sally-Anne that the room had a deserted air, as did number 519 on the other side – the room occupied by Ms. Milne’s PA, a lithe blonde in her early 20s who looked like a recent college graduate. It really would help Sally-Anne to get through her schedule in time if she could do both of these rooms now, and not have to trail back to them later. After a moment’s hesitation, the pretty teenager knocked quite firmly on the door of Ms. Milne’s room; as she had expected, there was no response. The chambermaid concluded that the vigorous businesswoman and her assistant had almost certainly gone out for the day (on the previous two days, she had seen them leaving quite soon after she had begun work at 9.00 a.m., and it was now nearly 10.00), and she assumed that Ms. Milne had simply forgotten about putting out the sign indicating that the room was ready for cleaning.

Sally-Anne unlocked the door of Room 518 with her pass key, padded in for a few steps – and then stopped, rooted to the spot in open-mouthed shock. The bedroom was very far from being unoccupied, very far indeed – for on the large double bed were two naked figures, and they were certainly fully occupied! In the centre of the bed, crouched on all fours and with her ass towards Sally-Anne, was the blonde PA, her full soft breasts dangling beneath her chest and swinging wildly from side to side. Kneeling at the side of the bed, between the younger woman’s parted legs, was the dominating figure of her boss, who was not – as Sally-Anne realised, staring transfixed at the stunning scene – as completely naked as her assistant. Ms. Milne was wearing some sort of belt or harness around her waist, with straps that went around each thigh; the businesswoman’s back was towards Sally-Anne, as her hips jerked backwards and forwards, driving something at the front of the harness in and out of her PA’s cunt with a wet sloppy smacking sound, whilst the recipient gasped and moaned at each thrust.

The young chambermaid was not totally naive – she knew at once what this must be: a strap-on dildo, the kind that lesbians used on each other. The teenager had never seen one in reality before, but she had once on film, when her best friend, Eleanor, had shown her a lesbian porn DVD of her father’s that she had found, in which several women had done unbelievable things with each other, including the insertion of enormous vibrators and plastic strap-on cocks. Eleanor had seemed somehow disappointed at the lack of effect of the hardcore movie on Sally-Anne, but in truth that had been far from the case – the blonde teenager had been simply stunned, shaken to the core, and ever since the images had returned constantly to her mind, especially at night and in her dreams.

Seeing lesbians fucking in the flesh, however, had a whole different level of impact in its unbridled lust-filled immediacy – the vision before her was like a blow in the solar plexus, driving all of the wind out of her. Sally-Anne’s eyes were like saucers, her stomach was full of butterflies, and her legs went so weak at the knees that she had to reach out to grasp the nearby dressing table in order not to fall over, giving a shocked gasp as she did so.

At once, Ms. Milne’s concentration on reaming out the pussy of her pretty young aide was broken. With her dildo still rammed deep into the PA’s vagina, her head jerked round to stare at the intruder, giving Sally-Anne a full view of her heavy mature breasts with their large erect nipples. A flash of intense anger crossed the businesswoman’s sharp features, her mouth snapping closed into a tight line. With one convulsive movement, she ripped the dildo back out of her young assistant’s hole – eliciting a shriek of protest in the process – swung off the bed, and advanced on the hapless chambermaid. Behind her tall spare frame, Sally-Anne had a brief but vivid view of the blonde PA’s gaping cunt, her parted labia almost dripping with sexual juices, as with a bubbling moan of frustration the younger woman collapsed face downwards on the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Ms. Milne stormed past Sally-Anne, who flinched instinctively, as if she expected to be struck. Instead, the mature woman slammed closed the half-open bedroom door, and turned the inside bolt with an ominous thunk. Only then did she round on the teenager, who shrank back against the dressing table for support.

‘How dare you!’ snarled the angry woman, with her hands on her hips and her breasts thrust forwards aggressively like twin missile warheads, primed to launch. ‘What do you mean, sneaking in like this, and spying on people! What were you up to, creeping around? – were you trying to steal some money, is that it?’ The black-haired woman gestured at the dressing table, and Sally-Anne registered with horror that the hand which she had put out just to steady herself in the moment of initial shock was resting only a few inches away from Ms. Milne’s open wallet, in which the edges of several banknotes and a set of credit cards were clearly visible. With a squeal as if her fingers had been burned, Sally-Anne snatched her hand away, and began a stammering incoherent apology. However, the older woman’s angry tirade stormed on, sweeping aside any apologies and explanations:

‘You sneaky little bitch!’ snapped the glowering and aggressive woman, ‘I’m going to complain about you, in the strongest terms – oh, yes, I’ll see that you’re fired, at once!’

Hearing this, Sally-Anne moaned in despair, almost collapsing as she begged the handsome businesswoman not to do that, oh please, no, anything but that, please, no! Inside her head, she wailed to herself – when everything had been going so well, how could it have gone so disastrously wrong so quickly?

‘So – you don’t want us to complain, you don’t want to be fired, yeah?’ said Ms. Milne, with a strange flush on her face and a burning intensity in her gaze. ‘In that case’, the mature woman continued with relish, ‘we’ll just have to punish you ourselves, we’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!’

A harsh endorsing laugh came from the bed behind Sally-Anne, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the young blonde PA had recovered sufficiently to sit up, and was kneeling in the middle of the bed, heedless of her total nudity, with her thighs parted and her cunt fully exposed. Gazing at the teenaged chambermaid, the PA licked her lips avariciously, and added an eager endorsement:

‘Yeah, let’s do her, do her real good, hot fucking little tramp, she needs it, fucking needs it!’

Ms. Milne was a decisive woman in every respect, and this seemed to be all the encouragement that her rampant lust required. With lightning reflexes, she seized the thunderstruck chambermaid by the arm, and dragged her towards the bed. Reaching the side of the mattress, the tall and powerfully-built woman spun the blonde girl around to face her. However, Sally-Anne had no time to register a protest against what was happening, as immediately Ms. Milne shoved her roughly backwards, and the teenager’s legs caught against the side of the bed, sending her tumbling over to sprawl on her back across half of the width of the bed, her head landing a few inches from the squatting PA.

‘Hold her, Debbie – keep her down, hold her firm’, Ms. Milne tersely instructed her PA, who moved instantly into action, partly following the orders of the commanding boss to whom she was utterly in thrall, and partly also in cruel anticipation of what would now befall the cute and innocent-looking schoolgirl. It took only a second for Debbie to surge forwards and use her knees to pin Sally-Anne’s shoulders to the mattress, imprisoning the girl’s head between her sweat-sheened thighs. To make quite certain that the chambermaid was trapped, Debbie reached out and with each hand she grabbed one of the teenager’s arms just below the elbow, spreading them wide and using her superior position and weight to hold them down. Sally-Anne struggled uselessly against this assault, and looked up in shock at her captor – of whom she could mostly see the underside of the full firm breasts poised above her, their nipples erect twin peaks, with the young PA’s hard-eyed face framed in the cleavage.

The sixteen-year-old was about to voice a protest when something else, even more appalling and frightening, riveted her attention in a different direction. Ms. Milne had grasped the hem of Sally-Anne’s flimsy maid’s uniform, and with a rough jerk had hauled the skirt up to the girl’s waist. The mature lesbian gazed for just a second at the naively girlish plain pink bikini-style panties that this action had revealed, before hooking a finger into their waistband at each hip – and then, with one firm yank, stripping the panties down the squealing girl’s legs, and tossing them aside. The businesswoman seized the naked cunt that was now exposed, with its tightly folded vaginal groove surrounded by a fringe of neatly-trimmed dark blonde pubic hair, and she pressed her thumb firmly into the lower part of the trapped teenager’s slit, parting her trembling dry flesh. Then Ms. Milne stood upright and pressed forwards, forcing the powerless teen’s thighs apart, until the spear of the out-thrust dildo bumped against the chambermaid’s cunt.

It was only at this moment that Sally-Anne’s brain caught up with what was happening, and the reality hit her like a ice-cold douche. She was going to be raped! – these terrible lesbians were going to use her for their kinky perverted pleasure, were going to take her and violate her, and, what was worse, there was nothing at all that she could do to stop them!

‘Oh, no – no!’ moaned Sally-Anne, pleading in desperation: ‘no, no, oh – please, don’t! Don’t do that to me, I’m not a lezzie, please, no, not that, oh! oh God, oh no, please, ple-mummff! ugumpff! uggghuff!!’

The pretty blonde chambermaid’s tearful pleas had been cut short by the action of the youthful PA, who had risen onto her haunches, spread her legs further apart, and then smacked her cunt down over Sally-Anne’s mouth and nostrils, effectively gagging the girl. Debbie now released her grip on the teenager’s arms (for with the whole weight of her body resting on Sally-Anne’s face and shoulders, there was no way that the slightly-built girl could wriggle free), and swiftly unbuttoned the front of the chambermaid’s uniform. Sally-Anne squirmed in alarm at this new violation but was powerless to prevent it, and tears of shame and fear leaked from her eyes as she felt her top being tugged open and her breasts being scooped out of their bra cups and exposed to the view and use of these terrible lesbian rapists. Debbie enjoyed the feel of mauling the pretty young girl’s soft breasts, and rolled the teenager’s hardening nipples between her fingers as she leaned forward, and said:

‘She was just about to make me come – she was just about to get me off, you pissing little cunt, when you came sneaking in and interrupted! I’m so fucking gasping for it, and you’re gonna set things right – so eat my pussy, you little bitch! Eat my cunt and make me come, and you’d better do it good!’

With that remark, Debbie pressed down harder onto the teen’s face, and ground her sticky wet labia over Sally-Anne’s nose and mouth. The young girl froze for a moment, her mind in a whirl between fear and shock on the one hand, and on the other a sudden vivid memory of the scene in Eleanor’s porn DVD in which an older woman had made a younger one devour her pussy until she came in shrieking wild abandon. However, Sally-Anne’s momentary pause angered the impatient and highly-aroused PA, who gave the blonde chambermaid’s tits a sharp slap and then a pinch, whilst repeating her instructions:

‘C’mon, fucking eat me, you fucking little twat, get on with it, you stupid slit-hole! Eat me, make me cum!’

Galvanised by the painful abuse of her nipples, Sally-Anne began to apply herself to the amazing and intricate folds of flesh that were smothering her mouth. She had no idea what the proper technique should be, so she decided to cover up that fact by giving it all of her energy and effort. Within seconds, Debbie’s vagina – which had already been well-penetrated by Ms. Milne’s long thick plastic phallus – was parting easily before her tongue, and Sally-Anne almost began to enjoy the strange hot texture of pussy flesh and its accompanying cocktail of musky seeping lubricants. The teenager began to shove her tongue in deeper, encouraged by the shudders that periodically rippled through the PA’s body and by the young woman’s harsh cries, which were mounting inexorably to a not-too-distant crescendo.

Debbie was actually 24 years old, and had been working for Ms. Milne (who was ten years older) for the last fourteen months. She had been her boss’s willing sex toy ever since she was forcibly taken – almost raped – on Ms. Milne’s desk in only her second week in the job, after being ordered to stay on late after work for some ‘special training’. It hadn’t quite been rape, because Debbie had surrendered her pussy willingly, having already been an active lesbian for nine years, when her schoolgirl crush on a teacher was rewarded by a crash-course in lesbian education. Now she did anything that her dominatrix boss demanded of her, including being spanked and put in bondage, and being loaned out to Ms. Milne’s circle of mature lesbian dykes. Helping her mistress assault and rape an innocent teenage girl gave her not a moment’s pause for concern, and indeed Debbie exulted in the rare experience of making someone even younger be submissive to her.

Whilst Debbie’s weight pinned Sally-Anne to the bed, and her forcible cunt-grinding cunnilingus effectively gagged the trapped teen, Ms. Milne took a few seconds to relish the sight of her helpless young victim, and to savour the way in which everything had gone according to her plan. For, whatever the appearance, this was no spontaneous assault, but a carefully-prepared ambush, and the foolish naive girl had fallen completely into the trap. Ms. Milne had noticed how cute, fresh and appealing Sally-Anne was on first spotting her, two days previously on the girl’s first day at work. However, it was the next occasion, on the day after, that caused the experienced dyke to decide that she would have the chambermaid’s pussy, and hopefully take her lesbian cherry. Yesterday, Ms. Milne had left her room just after 9.00 a.m. on her way to her regional headquarters office, and as she walked along the corridor to the lift, she had seen Sally-Anne cleaning one of the other bedrooms. The door was open, and Ms. Milne stopped, arrested by the enticing sight of the youthful and pretty blonde chambermaid bending over as she made up the bed – as Sally-Anne reached across to straighten the pillows, her jutting bubble-butt rose up in the air, stretching tight the fabric of her maid’s uniform, and its hem rode up to give a tantalising glimpse of the gusset of a pair of plain white panties. As yet unobserved, Ms. Milne had watched in appreciative interest as the girl had stood up, noting the swell of fuller breasts than might be expected for someone who was clearly still in her mid-teens. Ms. Milne had then asked Sally-Anne some inconsequential question, whilst her eyes rested upon the girl’s chest – not just to enjoy the view of her pert bust, but also to memorise the name printed on her staff badge.

Later that day, Ms. Milne had asked her long-time friend and regular sexual partner, the hotel’s manageress, about the new chambermaid, and had been advised that the girl was ripe for plucking and fucking – that she had been recommended to Ms. Carrington precisely as an excellent prospect for lesbian initiation, ready to be taken. Ms. Carrington had intended to do so herself fairly soon, but generously agreed to let her friend go first – knowing Ms. Milne’s forceful, even brutal, methods, and that they almost never failed. The businesswoman’s plan was a simple one, based on the experience that complicated stratagems tended to go wrong, whilst the direct approach was often the most effective. On this third morning, Debbie – who, of course, had spent the night in Ms. Milne’s bed, where she had been dildo-shafted with unusual severity as the older dyke savoured the prospect of teen-rape ahead of her – had risen early, and, after the usual morning ritual of soaping Ms. Milne’s body during her shower, and orally servicing her slit in the process, the PA had stripped the upper sheets from the bed and lain down again with her boss, softly licking the older woman’s tits and gently caressing her cunt, keeping her dominatrix boss pleasantly aroused whilst they waited to spring their trap on the innocent unwary teenager.

It had been arranged that the hotel manageress would assign Sally-Anne to clean Ms. Milne’s room, and she and Debbie were careful to make no noise as they heard the chambermaid enter the adjacent room and whistle cheerfully as she worked. After a few moments, Ms. Milne had risen from the bed and silently stepped into her favourite strap-on harness, whilst Debbie, with long practice, assumed the ‘fuck-me-hard’ position on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, with her butt towards the door. Ms. Milne then stepped up to her PA’s ass, slid the long plastic rod easily into the younger woman’s already wet and open vagina, gripped her at the hips and began a slow rhythmic shafting, all in complete silence and with every sense attuned to hear the opening of the door – the moment when the fly would blunder unwittingly into the spider’s web, to be caught and devoured. It had, of course, been synthetic anger that Ms. Milne had displayed at Sally-Anne’s intrusion, though it had been given real heat by the older woman’s burning lust. In fact, every single move, and every single word uttered, had been carefully planned in advance, with Debbie given instructions on her part in the little drama.

Now, Sally-Anne was entirely at Ms. Milne’s disposal, and she relished the sight of the frightened novice frantically eating pussy for the first – but very definitely not the last – time. As ordered, Debbie had scooped the teenager’s sweet pert breasts out of her childishly plain cotton bra, and had teased the nipples into a pink stiff erectness such as Sally-Anne had never experienced before in her life, and which was having effects that were a bewildering mixture of discomfort and arousal.

Ms. Milne took hold of the chambermaid’s trembling thighs, and with an iron grip forced them further apart, ignoring the girl’s fearful whimpers as she slobbered under Debbie’s pussy. The mature black-haired businesswoman licked her lips in anticipation as she lined up the thick ribbed plastic dildo on the centre of the trapped blonde’s tight teenage twat. Forcing this would be a delight, made all the more delicious by the girl’s futile feeble struggles.

Sally-Anne screamed as the tip of the huge dildo broached her labia, even though the first stroke only entered her for an inch. In her terror, the girl’s back arched convulsively, and her body was locked in a rigid curve as Ms. Milne thrust into her again, harder and deeper – three inches at least. The violated teen howled in anguish, but almost nothing was audible as her face was squashed under Debbie’s cunt. In fact, the vibration of her shrieks was transmitted directly into the PA’s vulva, with orgasmic effects, and Debbie moaned in ecstasy, pinching Sally-Anne’s nipples as she came, and further terrorising the helpless schoolgirl. Tears coursed over Sally-Anne’s cheeks (some of pain, some of fright, some of humiliation, and some of shame in the fact that she was actually in some strange way being aroused by what these two cruel lesbians were inflicting upon her), and they mingled with the fountaining squirt of cum-juice that sprayed from Debbie’s vagina, and which the chambermaid almost instinctively lapped up and swallowed.

Sally-Anne’s body was responding to the torrent of sexual stimuli that it was receiving, on her tongue, her tits, and now in her pussy. As Ms. Milne rocked her hips forward for her third violating intrusion, the dildo surged home more easily, for Sally-Anne’s own juices were starting to flow, and were easing its passage. The pulverised teen abandoned all resistance to what was happening to her, and – without consciously having decided this – from now on, she went with the flow, and let the two women do with her whatever they pleased. Sensing this, Ms. Milne’s smiled to herself in satisfaction – once again, her instinct had been right: as Ms. Carrington’s unknown informant had surmised, this was a girl ready for the taking, almost certainly a lesbian even if she was as yet unaware of it herself, and now destined for a lifetime of submissive service to any dominant dyke who stripped down her panties and conquered her cunt.

Ms. Milne increased the pace and force of her thrusts, provoking renewed screaming and squirming from the pretty young blonde, whilst the girl’s pelvis betrayed her true nature as it began humping back against the dildo, adding to the impact of its entry and making the penetrations even deeper and more forceful. Sally-Anne’s body began to shake and tremble in a new way – no longer of fear, or at least, not entirely of fear, but now also of arousal, of building to her own sexual climax. The rape victim hardly understood what was happening, but her body’s responses to its first ever real fucking (her former-boyfriend’s pathetic little prick having made almost no impression, quite literally, on the two prior occasions that anything had entered her vagina), and her subconscious lesbian orientation (which had been first stirred from its slumber by Eleanor’s porn movie), now took over her consciousness. The shocked teenager began to gasp and moan with desire, whilst still continuing – but now, quite voluntarily – to lap and suck at Debbie’s gaping pussy. Unbelievably, Sally-Anne realised that she had taken the whole huge length and massive width of the dildo into her vaginal passage, and indeed that she was desperate for more – although she felt utterly taken and filled to the point of splitting apart, still she wanted to be rammed even harder and speared even deeper! Then, suddenly, her back arched once more in a violent spasm, as her first-ever true orgasm burst upon her – it was a revelation in its burning intensity and deep erotic satisfaction, and its backwash left her shaken and dizzy, almost fainting.

As Sally-Anne gasped for breath, Debbie lifted the weight of her pelvis from the teenager’s face and shifted sideways, so that she was now kneeling beside the spent and quivering girl, who no longer needed to be held down. It took Sally-Anne a few seconds to reorient herself, and her eyes – which had been closed whilst she had performed oral sex on Debbie – were briefly dazzled by their return to daylight. Ms. Milne had not withdrawn the dildo from the chambermaid’s cunt, and it was still buried deep in the girl’s vagina, right up to the hilt, with the leather face-plate pressing down on Sally-Anne’s riven and squashed outer labia. As Debbie moved aside, her mature boss leaned forwards with arms outstretched, and braced herself by placing her hands on the mattress, just above Sally-Anne’s shoulders. The teenager blinked upwards at her rapist, who now loomed menacingly above her, a predatory smile curving her lips into a thin line and a hawkish glint in her eyes. Ms. Milne’s full breasts were bigger and heavier even than her PA’s jutting and bouncy pair, and Sally-Anne thought they must be 34 inch D-cups at least, probably E-cups, as they swayed above her face, more mesmerisingly than any stage hypnotist’s swinging pendulum.

Having paused until she had the teenager’s full attention, Ms Milne very slowly arched her back, withdrawing the heavy dildo for just a couple of inches, before using her whole adult weight and the leverage afforded by her dominant posture to sink it back in again slowly, to its full extent. As the thick plastic rod once again drilled Sally-Anne’s almost-virginal vagina to the fullest depth, the blonde girl moaned and shuddered, flinging her arms wide at each side.

‘Oh! Oh, no – stop!’ she cried out; ‘Oh, God – please, no, no more!! – oh, stop, help! please, I can’t take it, I can’t take any more!’

Ms. Milne completely ignored these splutterings, for in fact Sally-Anne’s cunt was taking it, and doing so more smoothly and slickly than had been the case in the initial rape. Far from stopping, in an impressive display of muscular strength and physical suppleness which spoke of many hours spent at the gym, Ms. Milne flexed her lower back and pulled out the dildo a little further, before pushing it back in just as hard and as far. Sally-Anne yowled with distress, but as Ms. Milne began to increase the length of her withdrawals and the pace and depth of the returning impalements, her noises changed to grunts and then moans, whilst her breathing audibly quickened until she was snatching panting gasps, sweat running off her brow and cheeks. The raped chambermaid whimpered under the powerful woman’s inexorable reaming out of her vagina, giving a quavering moan each time the long hard phallic rod was rammed home. Ms. Milne delivered her strokes more slowly than in her first fast and furious rape of the delectable teen – but her insertions were all the more devastatingly effective for their ponderous pace, which was matched only by their utter inevitability.

As her boss steadied into a rhythm, arching her hips and spearing her victim’s cunt to its deepest limit, Debbie reached forwards into the gap between Sally-Anne’s flat stomach and the curve of Ms. Milne’s pelvis above it. The PA slid her fingertips into the top folds of the chambermaid’s slash, and, within a couple of seconds, she found what she had been questing for – the prone teenager’s clitoral nub. She began abrading this, rubbing her fingers around it, first clockwise and then anti-clockwise in rapid alternation, and then teasing it and even pulling on it, with dynamic results. In response, Sally-Anne gave a curious mewling noise, and her slim girlish body shuddered under the explosive twin effects of the frotting of her clit and the penetrations from the huge ribbed dildo. The blonde teenager’s ass began to bounce up and down on the bed, as if was a trampoline. This was not mainly at the girl’s conscious intention, even though she was now meeting each dildo-impalement with a reciprocal return thrust. From far away, Sally-Anne could hear a voice gasping and groaning – and then, with a sudden shock, she realised that it was her own:

‘Aaarrgghh, ohmigod, no! Christ alive … oh, no, NO! Shit, oh! Mmmm, ahhhh … oh, mmmm, yes … aah! yes, yessss, YES – do me! Ahhhh – DO ME, OH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, AAAAIIEEEEHHHH!!’

With this wild shriek, the teenager crested the wave of her second-ever climax – and her second sapphic orgasm – which took her even more volcanically than the previous time. With her eyes wide open and staring fixedly upwards at Ms Milne’s jutting melons of breasts, and above them at the mature dyke’s vulpine smile of triumphant possession, the blonde chambermaid flopped back on the mattress, with her arms outstretched and her hands clawing at the crumpled bedsheet. Timing it to perfection, with the benefit of her long expertise in babe-fucking, the tall businesswoman slammed the strap-on into Sally-Anne with sudden and almost vicious force. The girl yelled again, as her back locked in a rigid curve, sending her attractive pert tits jiggling. Then, with a deep sobbing groan, her legs and thighs twitched and jerked as her pussy went suddenly loose and her vagina flushed wetly, the cum-juice flowing down her inner thighs as she orgasmed for the third time.

The pretty young babe did indeed look totally taken and utterly fucked, thought Ms. Milne with salacious satisfaction, gazing down at the inert body of the innocent whom she had assaulted and raped. The girl looked bewildered and confused, and not just about what had happened to her – it was evident from her physical and verbal responses that she had been aroused, that her first experience of lesbianism – although forced upon her – had not been completely unwelcome or unpleasant. Indeed, it might not take much more to mould her into a submissive sapphic sex-toy. Which, thought Ms. Milne with an inner smile, was good – for the teenager’s initiation was far from over, whatever she might think.

The tall black-haired woman pulled the dildo out of Sally-Anne’s vagina, the rounded end emerging with a soft wet sucking sound. Ms. Milne took a step backwards, undid the harness of the strap-on, and tossed it onto the bed, near to where Debbie was kneeling. Then, standing with her legs placed apart and her hands on her hips, the mature boss nodded to her PA, giving the signal for the next stage. Debbie slid her hands under the slender teen’s shoulder-blades and urged the girl into an upright position, whilst at same time pushing her forwards to the side of the mattress. Her mind in a whirl, Sally-Anne gave no resistance, and in a moment Debbie had slipped the girl off the bed, so that she sank to her knees in front of her conqueror, with her lower back against the side of the bed, and her face just inches from the puckered labia of Ms. Milne’s clean-shaven pussy.

‘Lick me, girl!’ snapped the dominatrix, ‘eat me – show me what you’ve learned doing Debbie, show me what you can do! Make me cum, and cum hard!’

All of Sally-Anne’s school-teachers agreed that she was a bright girl, quick on the uptake, and once more she proved them right. Between the example of the porn actresses on Eleanor’s oh-so-memorable DVD, her forced first attempt at cunnilingus on Debbie’s pussy, and the example given by the young PA’s dextrous manipulation of her own clitoris, she now had a very much better idea of what to do. Surprising herself by her eagerness – which she could still, at least partly, excuse by ascribing it to fear – the chambermaid bent forwards and placed her lips on Ms. Milne’s outer labia, and then parted them gently with the tip of her tongue, before darting its full length in between them.

Ms. Milne gave a short gasp, as the girl was bolder in her approach and better in technique than she had expected, and was also showing herself to be quite willing – too much so for it to be explained away as just the result of coercion and fear. The mature woman found herself becoming aroused quite quickly, and she shifted her stance to give even easier access to her pussy, whilst also grabbing a handful of Sally-Anne’s blonde hair at the back of her head. Ms. Milne used this as a handle with which to grind the teenager’s face into her broad and fleshy vulva, giving Sally-Anne no choice but to inhale with every breath the heady musky smell of the woman’s vagina as it had rubbed sweatily and stickily against the inside of the strap-on harness during the dildo-rape. The young blonde gulped and gasped, but she made no attempt to struggle or to squirm aside, and if anything the taste and smell of pussy seemed to be stimulating her. Emboldened, Sally-Anne emulated the women she had seen on the hardcore porn DVD, and she shifted the focus of her oral efforts to the upper part of her conqueror’s slippery and rubbery slit, whilst bringing up her right hand and poking two fingers into Ms. Milne’s hole.

‘Aaahh, fuck, yes! Oh, you little lezzie bitch! – yes, more, go on, slut, do more!’ hissed the busty businesswoman, as her hips began to jerk and judder in response.

Sally-Anne felt a sudden surge of excitement and energy at this evidence of her success, and churned her fingers around inside her rapist’s vaginal tube, eliciting further gasps. Then Sally-Anne gave a little squeal of her own, as two hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them. For a second, the teen was confused, for Ms. Milne hands were already accounted for – one of them gripping Sally-Anne’s hair and locking her face into pussy-pounding position, and the chambermaid could see the other in her peripheral vision, as the mature dyke grasped and pulled at her own engorged nipples with increasing urgency. Then the girl understood where the extra hands had come from: Debbie had moved to sit on the edge of the bed immediately behind her, framing the teenager’s light and slender frame between her legs, and now the PA had reached down, under Sally-Anne’s armpits, to take possession of her tits. And what nice ones they are, thought Debbie admiringly – firm with youth, but fuller and rounder than would be expected from the chambermaid’s slim body and her youth, for the hotel manageress had imparted to Ms. Milne the delightful news that this cute babe was barely past her sixteenth birthday.

Debbie rolled the chambermaid’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and then pinched and tweaked them, alternating between the girl’s two pertly jutting breasts. Once again, Sally-Anne moaned as her face was crushed against a cunt, so that the sound was transmitted directly to the pelvic bone that she was pressed against, and sent an erotic vibration through the myriad of nerve-endings in the walls of the woman’s vagina. Driven almost frantic by the simultaneous stimulus from Debbie to her tits and of Ms. Milne’s pussy against her mouth, Sally-Anne pumped her fingers in and out of the older woman’s hole whilst her tongue surged around and under her clitoral hood, and rasped across her clit.

‘Aahh, yeah, fuckit – make me cum, fucking cum me, you lezzie cunt!’ gasped Ms. Milne.

The swearing and loss of control of the haughty superior businesswoman both shocked and excited the chambermaid, as also – in a profound and disturbing way – did her assertions that Sally-Anne was a lesbian. Part of her mind instinctively shouted a silent denial – but only part, and she knew with sudden certainty that this automatic rejection had a false and hollow ring to it, and had not even convinced herself. Then her thoughts were blown away, as Ms. Milne’s hips suddenly spasmed, and, with a hoarse cry of fulfilment, the dominatrix climaxed, pussy-juice spraying from her hole over Sally-Anne’s fingers and face. In the process, the businesswoman released her hold on Sally-Anne’s head, but the girl was at once imprisoned by the PA, who wound her arms around the chambermaid’s chest. In truth, escape was unlikely: Sally-Anne was nearly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had neither the strength nor the willpower to make a bid for freedom – if, indeed, that was what she still wanted.

Recovering her breath and poise with impressive rapidity, with an imperious gesture Ms. Milne ordered the teenager to rise. Shakily, and needing Debbie’s supporting hands at her hips, Sally-Anne managed to do so. Her reward was to have her cheeks cupped in the mature woman’s firm grasp, and to be kissed fully on the mouth, as Ms. Milne pushed her tongue between Sally-Anne’s lips and tasted the flavours of the young teen. As she prolonged the deep French kiss, the woman rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders; this support kept Sally-Anne upright, and allowed Debbie to slip aside from her position on the bed behind their victim. Once the PA was out of the way, Ms. Milne spun the chambermaid around 180 degrees, and then pushed her forwards onto the bed. Sally-Anne had no choice – to break her fall, she instinctively thrust out her arms, and so she ended up on her hands and knees, in the same pose and almost in the same spot that Debbie had occupied in that memorable moment, which now seemed almost a lifetime ago, when she had innocently walked into the room.

‘What? Oh … aaahhh!’ gasped Sally-Anne, for it was obvious what her new position meant, even before Debbie reached for the strap-on dildo and buckled around her pelvis.

‘Oh, no – no, not that! – please, please, I really can’t, I just can’t take any more – oh! please, no more!’ mumbled the shell-shocked chambermaid, but she knew that she was wasting her breath, and she did not even try to struggle.

Without any difficulty, Ms. Milne’s firm and authoritative hold on Sally-Anne’s lower back kept the girl in position during the moment that it took her assistant to adjust the harness straps to her narrower hips. The blonde teen seemed to have accepted her fate, and did not protest again when Ms. Milne pushed her chambermaid’s uniform up past her waist, exposing her naked cunt and ass. Then the boss and her PA swapped places, as Debbie took up a stance between Sally-Anne’s spread legs and gripped the whimpering girl’s hips. With a satisfied grunt, the PA thrust forwards with the dildo, and it slid with almost no resistance into the teenager’s hole – which now was gaping open and slickly coated with vaginal fluids. Sally-Anne gave a noise that was partly a moan of violation and partly a sigh of satisfaction, as her cunt was invaded for the third time in less than twenty minutes.

‘You’ll like this, slut’, grunted Debbie, between thrusts into the girl of mounting force and frequency; ‘it’s the best way to get done, yeah – any les will tell you that, for sure!’

Ms. Milne watched with pleasure the erotic sight of her normally submissive PA, who was a decade younger than her, fucking doggy-style a pretty schoolgirl who was less than half of the business boss’s age. Then, not to be left out of the action, she squatted on the bed next to Sally-Anne and reached under the girl’s chest to the unbuttoned front of her uniform, where her breasts were dangling out of their bra cups and freely swinging with each hammering impact of the dildo. Like her assistant, Ms. Milne admired the size and texture of the sixteen-year-old’s mounds, and relished the opportunity to grope and squeeze them.

It was all too much for the formerly inexperienced and naive teenager: the doggy-fuck was a final overload to her sexual senses, and Debbie – caught up in her own heady enthusiasm – was riding the blonde sixteen-year-old really hard. The PA was an athletically fit young woman who had been a sporty girl in her school days, and she now worked out at a gym four times a week – partly for its own sake, and partly to have the suppleness and stamina necessary to cope with the rampant fuckings dealt out by her boss, and sometimes as well by her boss’s mature lesbian business friends in an all-out dyke gang-bang. Debbie’s pelvis pivoted with the smoothly-oiled efficiency of a pumping machine, and it was a good thing that Sally-Anne’s vagina had been opened and lubricated by Ms. Milne’s double-fuck, for the PA was ferocious in her forceful penetrations. Sally-Anne’s eyes bugged out and her hands clawed for purchase on the sweaty wrinkled bedsheet, as unbelievable sensations radiated out from her abused and tender pussy. The girl’s mouth hung open, but the only sound that came from it was a frantic panting for breath.

As Ms. Milne had anticipated, being shafted in this posture of utter submission was the completion and confirmation of the teenager’s lesbian conversion. Sally-Anne was just blown away – after a few moments, her head and shoulders slumped down limply onto the mattress, with her right cheek pressed against it and saliva dribbling from her half-open mouth as she mewled in rising ecstasy. The inexperienced near-virgin who had entered this den of lust less than half an hour previously now seemed a stranger to her, and she gave herself up to the heat of the moment, thrusting her ass up higher in the air and spreading her hips apart. Sally-Anne could sense how gaping and open her pussy was, and her vagina was slick with juices as the long fat plastic pillar reamed in and out of her with an ease that she would previously have thought impossible for a thing of such massive size. Now she was taking it, every inch of it, and Debbie’s convulsive pistoning was sending the shuddering teen soaring to yet another explosive climax.

As the trembling in Sally-Anne’s flanks became visible and her breathing shortened to shallow high-pitched gulps, Debbie reached forwards to grab a hank of the girl’s blonde hair. She used this to haul the chambermaid back into a more upright posture on all fours, which gave the PA a better angle of attack from which to slam home the dildo even more directly. It was the final overload for the abused teenager’s vagina and clitoris, and Sally-Anne gave a hoarse scream as she climaxed for the fourth time, with even more of a bone-shaking and mind-blowing impact than the previous three orgasms.

In the aftermath, the young chambermaid slid off the end of the dildo, and with a bubbling sigh collapsed face-down upon the bed. Sally-Anne felt so totally fucked, in a way which she had never dreamed was possible, and so completely taken – seized, raped, abused, used, and filled to the bursting point by that incredible huge long dildo, with sensations that still resonated through her mind.

Ms. Milne bestowed an approving smile upon her PA, as Debbie unbuckled the strap-on and wiped over the plastic phallus with a tissue; the young woman had played her part well, as indeed she always did, following her adored dominant mistress’s instructions to the letter, whether working or fucking. The imposing businesswoman then turned and looked down with satiated satisfaction at the raped chambermaid’s prone form, enjoying a full view of the girl’s ass and pussy, as Sally-Anne’s uniform was still rucked up around her waist.

‘Don’t think of making any complaint about this, young lady, either to the management or the police – and not a word to your parents or friends’, Ms. Milne coolly remarked. ‘If you do, we shall say that you discovered we are lesbians and offered to have sex with us for money, and I can get some other women who have stayed here to say that you did the same with them – so it is you who will end up in trouble, not us!’

In fact, Sally-Anne had not thought of doing any such thing – or rather, her thoughts had shied away from the prospect at once: who could she possibly tell, how could she possibly describe it? And, still worse, what if she was questioned about her reactions, was asked how it had felt?

Then the business executive and her PA slipped on their cotton towelling bathrobes, and Ms. Milne informed the dazed chambermaid that they were going to Debbie’s bedroom next door, to shower and get dressed (as this had all been carefully planned, Ms. Milne’s bath items, lingerie, business suit, shoes and work papers were all already in her assistant’s bedroom), and that when they went out they would remove the ‘do not disturb’ sign from that door, and Sally-Anne could then clean the room.

‘Take your time to clean this one’, said Ms. Milne, not unkindly. Then, feeling that the young girl had given full satisfaction and deserved some reward, the businesswoman picked up her purse from the dressing table, and removed from it two twenty-pound banknotes. Crossing to stand beside the bed, she undid the tie-belt of her bathrobe so that it hung open and gave the chambermaid a point-blank view of her cunt. Slowly, her gaze holding Sally-Anne’s dazed eyes, Ms. Milne wiped each banknote down the length of her sticky pussy, as if they were cleaning tissues. Then the tall black-haired woman folded them into a moist and musky wad, and leaned across to tuck this inside one of Sally-Anne’s empty bra-cups.

‘Buy yourself some proper grown-up underwear, my sweet’, murmured the businesswoman, an attractive husky tone in her voice, continuing with a curious half-smile: ‘I think you’re going to need it’. Then she picked up Sally-Anne’s discarded panties and added ‘you won’t need these again – and I like to keep a souvenir of my conquests’, as she slipped them into her pocket. With that, Ms. Milne closed up her bathrobe again, turned on her heel, and led the way out of the room; Debbie, following behind as was her place, paused in the doorway, looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the pretty young blonde whose violated body they had so much enjoyed.

For a few moments, Sally-Anne lay inertly on the crumpled sheet, her thoughts a kaleidoscopic whirl, forming and reforming, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her, what she had really felt about it, and what that meant. Then her eye fell upon the clock on the bedside table, and she gasped and sat upright. Half an hour had passed since she had blithely entered this room, believing it to be unoccupied and ready for cleaning. What if Ms. Carrington should come looking for her to monitor her work? – dear Lord, what if Ms. Carrington were to find her here, in this state?

With the speedy recovery of wholesome youth, Sally-Anne leaped from the bed, and stripped it of the creased and cum-stained sheet – though not without holding it to her nose for a moment, and breathing in this reminder of the powerful mature woman’s sexual prowess and dominance. The chambermaid completed her usual duties, changing the pillow cases and the upper sheet as well, smoothing them all down and neatly making up the bed. Then she moved into the bathroom, but before cleaning here she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. She was dishevelled, her hair was sweaty and tangled, and her face and chest – still exposed in her unbuttoned uniform – were streaked with vaginal juices. Her uniform would quickly recover from its crumpled state, as it was made from some artificial fabric that was designed to remain smart during physical work, but there was no way that Sally-Anne could go into the public corridors – or be seen by Ms. Carrington – whilst she looked like this!

With sudden decision, the teenager stripped off her maid’s uniform and her bra, putting them on hangars, and placed the cum-scented banknotes, with a slightly trembling hand, on the shelf above the hand-basin. Then the chambermaid took a rapid shower, rinsing herself with steaming hot water and washing her hair, and quickly towelled herself dry. She refastened her bra, the cotton cups brushing against her still-tender nipples with disturbing effect, and then donned her uniform and fastened the buttons. It felt strange as the smooth nylon material slid over her naked hips and butt, and Sally-Anne was very aware that she had no panties on underneath – a fact which produced a curiously contrary feeling of vulnerable availability and a powerful erotic charge. After just a second of hesitation, she picked up the two banknotes, held them to her nose for a moment and breathed deeply of their musky aroma, and then put them in the side pocket of her uniform, next to the master key that unlocked the bedrooms. The girl then quickly wiped around the bathroom, and replaced the damp used towels with fresh ones from her cleaning trolley.

Just at this point, the chambermaid heard the sound from Debbie’s room of the door opening and closing, and of voices in the corridor. Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley out of the now serviced and cleaned Room 518 in time to see the smartly business-suited form of Ms. Milne, her taut ass and mature silhouette framed in an elegantly tailored pin-stripe pencil skirt – quite a short and sexy one, but she had the fine firm smooth legs to carry it off – and a flared jacket, proceeding away from her towards the lift, accompanied by her similarly-attired PA. Sally-Anne stopped for a moment, leaning against her trolley for support, as her eyes drank in the swaying hips and strutting assertive stalking strides of her two lesbian rapists. It was in this cathartic moment that there came to Sally-Anne’s turbulent thoughts a soothing calmness, as she recognised and accepted something long-hidden from herself: her attraction to women, and the conclusion that she was, almost certainly, a lesbian.

However, the teenager pushed the implications of this realisation from her mind, for she was now nearly an hour behind schedule, and – although she had made a good quick start before the events following her entry into Room 518 – it would be almost impossible to finish the rest of her scheduled rooms on time. The energetic girl did her best, but she still had three rooms to do on the third floor when Ms. Carrington appeared in the doorway of the one that she was completing.

Once again, Sally-Anne noted admiringly how well-dressed the manageress was. Today, Ms. Carrington was wearing an A-line skirt in navy blue, of midi length, coming down to several inches below her knees and overlapping the smart black leather boots that she was wearing below it. The skirt was in a complete button-through style, with a row of brass buttons running down the front from the waistband to the hem. As intended in such styles, the last four or five buttons were undone, leaving the bottom flap of the skirt to shift eye-catchingly with every movement, and offer tantalising glimpses of the legs and stockings underneath. Above the waist, Ms. Carrington was wearing a simple but elegant white silk blouse, and clearly visible through its almost transparent thinness was the shape of the full-cup black bra that encased her generous and still firm breasts. It was not just apprehension that she was in trouble that made Sally-Anne’s mouth go dry, for in her sensitised state the proximity of another authoritative and sexy mature woman sent a shiver through the girl’s body, hardening her nipples and causing a hot flush in her pussy.

‘You seem rather slow today, Sally-Anne’, observed the manageress with a note of disapproval. ‘I need to see you in my office – come along there as soon as you have finished your work; get the rest of the rooms done, and then come to see me at once.’

The chambermaid’s heart sank – she knew that she had made a really good impression on her first two days with the combination of her quick work and thorough cleaning, and she so wanted to keep this job, especially given the prospect of further employment after this summer vacation.

Sally-Anne presented herself at Ms. Carrington’s office as quickly as she could, and, as on her previous visits, she admired the manageress’s neat efficiency. Ms. Carrington was seated at her large L-shaped desk, with the side portion to her right occupied by a computer screen, keyboard and mouse, a printer, a telephone and two neat trays for paperwork. The long main expanse of the desk in front of the manageress was completely bare; this was clearly the woman’s habit, as on the previous two days when Sally-Anne had arrived, the only item in view had been the cleaning schedule of the rooms – clearly, Ms. Carrington was a woman who believed in keeping on top of things. Now, which Sally-Anne hoped was not an ominous sign, there was not even a single sheet of paper on the shiny polished wooden desktop. At a gesture from the manageress, Sally-Anne came to stand immediately in front of the desk, as she had done each morning when receiving her instructions (there had been a chair to sit in at her interview, but clearly its usual place was over against the wall, and the hotel manageress did not like her staff to take their ease).

Ms. Carrington’s opening words caused Sally-Anne’s heart to drop like a stone:

‘Ms. Milne called in to see me, on her way out’, remarked the manageress in cool tone, her eyes sharply scrutinising the teenager’s face. Then, to Sally-Anne’s immense relief, a hint of approval appeared in Ms. Carrington’s eyes and voice, as she continued:

‘She was pleased with your … adaptability, I think was the term she used … this morning, and has asked that you be assigned to clean her room and her assistant’s for the rest of their stay – and also when they next return, in two weeks’ time. Of course, I agreed at once – Ms. Milne is not only a highly-valued regular guest, but she is also important and influential in business circles in this region; indeed, she has organised a special … network … of businesswomen, through which one can make very useful contacts.’ The manageress looked at Sally-Anne shrewdly, noting the girl’s sudden blushing reaction to Ms. Milne’s praise and request, and continued: ‘It may take you some time to do their rooms properly, so I will put them at the end of your schedule, at two o’clock – do all the other rooms first, and then you can take as long there as is required, as I want to ensure Ms. Milne is quite satisfied with the service she receives.’

Sally-Anne was stunned by this, for she understood exactly what it meant – she was sure that Ms. Milne and her PA would arrange their schedules to be back at the hotel at 2.00 p.m., and then they would fuck her in rotation for as long as they wanted, and make her take their strap-ons and eat out their cunts. Her reaction was a churning swirl of shock and – unmistakeably – excitement and arousal, and unconsciously she licked her lips, unable to form words in reply. The expressions that had flashed across her youthful features had in any case telegraphed their meaning to Ms. Carrington, who also noted the sudden perky prominence of the girl’s tits, poking through the fabric of her bra and the thin chambermaid’s uniform.

‘I trust that you have no objection to this arrangement, Sally-Anne?’ enquired the manageress, one eyebrow raised in interrogation. The teenager lowered her eyes to the floor, blushed again, but found her voice enough to reply in a whisper:

‘No … I … that is, no … no objection, Ms. Carrington.’

‘Good, that’s settled then’, crisply answered her superior, before continuing with more of a smile, and to Sally-Anne’s great relief and delight: ‘I think you have come on very well, Sally-Anne, yes – very well indeed. I do not think we need bother with the rest of your probationary period, and so I will confirm now that I will employ you for the rest of the holidays, and also on weekends during your school-terms, and again – if you wish – in the following holiday periods.’

Sally-Anne lifted her gaze, and gushed her thanks. Ms. Carrington looked at the pretty young blonde appraisingly, and then continued:

‘There is one condition to this, however, which is that I will require your assistance with some … special duties … These are confidential, not to be discussed with anyone else, but you will be put on a higher hourly wage-rate in consequence. Do you accept?’

Sally-Anne was not quite sure – well, not absolutely sure – where this was going, but in any case refusal would be madness, and would clearly terminate her employment. The teenager swallowed, but met the attractive mature woman’s gaze, and replied clearly:

‘Yes, of course, Ms. Carrington, whatever you want.’

‘Good girl – that was just the right answer. I can see that you will do well here, very well indeed!’ said the manageress in a satisfied tone. She paused for a few seconds, gazing keenly at the delectable girl, and then gestured to her youthful employee:

‘Lift up your skirt – lift it up, I want to see.’

Sally-Anne was still naive enough that she gave a little gasp of surprise at the directness of Ms. Carrington’s demand, and still young enough to flush with sudden embarrassment. Did Ms. Carrington know that she had no panties on? the girl wondered briefly, before a sudden absolute certainty came to her that her boss knew that fact very well indeed!

With a gulp, Sally-Anne lowered her hands to grasp the hem of her chambermaid’s uniform at each side, and then she slowly hoisted it up to her waist, fully exposing her naked cunt below. The manageress gazed directly at the teenager’s blonde-fringed pussy for a moment, and then pushed back her leather chair and rose to her feet. Sally-Anne gasped, for as the woman stood up, it became apparent that she had unbuttoned her A-line skirt all the way to the waist – and that underneath it she was wearing a strap-on dildo, the shaft of which was poking out horizontally for at least six inches through the open front vent of the skirt.

Ms. Carrington stalked round the side of the desk, her skirt hanging open and the dildo shaft swaying menacingly with every step that she took. Sally-Anne was rooted to the spot, and could not drag her eyes away from the thick purple plastic spear. The chambermaid neither moved nor spoke as the manageress came to stand at her side, but her pulse-rate quickened and her nipples hardened, straining abrasively at the inside of her bra cups. Eyeing the teenager with sultry desire, the 39-year-old woman undid the waistband of her skirt and dropped it on a nearby chair, and then added her silk blouse to the pile. The hotel boss was revealed in magnificent sexual prowess, wearing black boots, black stockings held up by a traditional garter belt, over which the strap-on harness had been buckled, and a full-cup black bra that made two jutting cones of her 32D breasts. Sally-Anne felt weak at the knees at beholding such a striking vision of mature feminine sexuality – and of experienced girl-fucking lesbianism, she also realised.

Ms. Carrington stood beside the slim blonde teenager, so close that the hard round tip of the dildo bumped against Sally-Anne’s bare hip, just below the point to which she had lifted up her uniform. The girl remained as still as a soldier being inspected, staring ahead, her tension shown only in a nervous flick of her tongue across dry lips. The manageress languidly lifted her right hand, and with one elegant scarlet fingernail she traced a line around the pretty babe’s ear and down the side of her neck to the base of her throat, sending an erotic shiver down Sally-Anne’s spine to the cleft of her buttocks. From only inches away, Ms. Carrington whispered in her employee’s ear, in a rich contralto that vibrated with desire:

‘I want you … and I’m going to have you. You’re mine.’

It was a statement of fact, of an absolute certainty, and Sally-Anne knew the truth of it. As Ms. Carrington said this, her left hand reached forwards to cup the chambermaid’s cunt, gently squeezing its sweet young flesh, and pressing a middle finger into the parted slit. It was an unspoken assertion of ownership, commanding and complete. A shudder of surrender ran through the girl, and her reply was not even a whisper, more an exhalation of breath, so faint as to be just on the edge of audibility:

‘… yes … oh … yes …’

‘Bend over’, was all Ms. Carrington said in response, gesturing at the desk.

Obediently, Sally-Anne folded over at the waist, placing her stomach and breasts flat on the smooth unblemished desktop, and shuffling her feet apart in order to spread her pussy open. She waited tensely as Ms. Carrington moved out of view, going to stand directly at Sally-Anne’s butt. Then the teenager gave a soft gasp of surprise, as she felt the unexpected but enticing touch of the manageress’s cool fingertips, first parting her labial folds and then slipping into her gash and teasing up and down on its inner lips.

‘Well, well, they did open you up nicely, didn’t they?’ observed Ms. Carrington with pleasure, as she slid her long index finger all the way into Sally-Anne’s pussy hole, making the young girl groan and sag a little more limply on the desktop, with her tender nipples squashed down against its unforgiving wooden surface. Then the pretty chambermaid gasped again, as she felt the nub of the plastic cock push between her labia. This time, her pussy gave no resistance, and the young blonde gave a mewling moan as the manageress sank the plastic shaft all of the way into her, up to its hilt, before withdrawing and then thrusting firmly inwards again.

Ms. Carrington’s penetrations were measured and deliberate, and slowly built up into a more powerful effect. Each of her thrusts seemed to drive all of the air from Sally-Anne’s body, and the blonde teenager began to pant for breath, her mouth open and her eyes fixed ahead at the manageress’s empty chair, although in truth they were glazed and unseeing, as every fibre of her being became centred upon the jangling nerve-ends in her over-sensitised vagina. The chambermaid’s hands reached for the further side of her boss’s desk and took a vice-like grip on its edge, clinging as would a shipwrecked sailor to the last piece of floating driftwood.

Ms. Carrington drove on remorselessly, arching her hips to impart greater impact to her impalements of the delectable schoolgirl’s proffered pussy. Sally-Anne’s legs began to spasm, her thigh muscles clenching convulsively; if the desk had not been supporting her body, she would have collapsed to the floor. The pretty chambermaid’s legs and arms thrashed on the desktop, and she sobbed and yowled as she was pinned in place by Ms. Carrington’s iron grasp at her waist, whilst the plastic pillar was slammed and shafted into her with ever-increasing pace and power. Perhaps it was being cunt-fucked by a fat ribbed dildo for the fourth time in her young life, all within the space of two hours, that overwhelmed her senses – or perhaps it was the skilful expertise and commanding authority of her elegant mature manager, who had a greater effect upon her libido even than the powerful but younger Ms. Milne – but whatever it was, Sally-Anne came in the longest, most explosive and mind-bending climax of them all. Swept away in orgasmic splendour, she quivered and shook, cunny-juice gushing from her vagina to trickle down her inner thighs, and saliva sprayed from her open mouth. Caught up in the vortex of lust, Sally-Anne squirmed and shuddered, and screamed words that she barely knew that she knew:

‘Ahh, yes, fuckit, fucking do me, oh! shit! yeah! harder, harder! fuck me – do me fucking more! More – fucking take me, do me, rape me – fucking rape me!!’

In response, Ms. Carrington raked her fingernails down Sally-Anne’s back to the curve of her ass, and simultaneously rolled her hips to corkscrew the dildo around inside the girl’s vaginal hole, sending a wave of electrifying aftershocks through the dazed and drained teenager. Unseen behind the chambermaid, Ms. Carrington wore a triumphant predatory smile. It was just as she had hoped and thought, and just as she had been advised: this cute and innocent-looking young blonde was ripe and ready for transformation into a sapphic slut, who would soon be willing to do anything that was desired by the authoritative older women to whom she was clearly attracted. Yes, thought Ms. Carrington with relish and anticipation, pretty little sixteen-year-old Sally-Anne was a prime prospect for being passed around the doms and dykes of the powerful and secret network of lesbian businesswomen of which she and Ms. Milne were founding members. Before long, the girl would be trained into that wonderful combination of being an insatiable submissive, from whom any sexual service could be demanded, or the acting out of any fantasy or role-play, and the little bitch would do it and take it, and then eagerly beg to be taken again and again. It only remained only to put the final pieces in place, and continue her lesbian education.

Ms. Carrington withdrew the dildo from Sally-Anne’s vagina, unstrapped the harness and laid it on the desk a few inches from the girl’s face. Then the older woman bent forwards, pushed the girl’s thighs further apart with her hands, and licked along Sally-Anne’s pussy, lapping up the sweet nectar of her teenage juices, and enjoying the moaning ripples of pleasure that it sent through her. Having tasted the vintage of 1996 and found it good, the manageress returned to the chair behind her desk and sat down, spreading her legs apart and exposing her full mature Venus mound and the prominent pout of her fleshy pussy-lips. Through half-lidded eyes, Ms. Carrington looked at Sally-Anne, who was still sprawled across the desktop, trying to calm her breathing and recover control of her arm and leg muscles, and said in a sultry tone:

‘You know what to do, girl – so do it!’

Sally-Anne staggered to her feet, and tottered around the end of the desk. It was almost a relief to sink to her knees between Ms. Carrington’s spread legs, and to grip the woman’s thighs for support. Her boss reached forwards to undo the buttons of the top part of the chambermaid’s uniform, and then pulled the garment up over the girl’s head and cast it aside. Sally-Anne was now naked apart from her plain bra and the comfortable flat-soled shoes that she wore for working. Ms. Carrington cupped the teenager’s bra cups in her hands, admiring breasts which were comparatively full for a sixteen-year-old, and then she reached behind the motionless girl’s back to unsnap the bra and let it fall away from the young blonde’s chest. Again, Ms. Carrington reached for Sally-Anne’s mammaries, feeling their firmness and squeezing the nipples. Then, releasing the fleshy globes, she rested her hands on Sally-Anne’s shoulders.

No more instruction or incentive was needed: as if by magnetism, the chambermaid’s mouth was drawn down to her boss’s cunt. Sally-Anne could hardly believe it – she was performing oral sex on the pussy of the third woman today, all of them older than her, and two of them certainly twice her age or more. Her feeling was one of amazement, but also of fascination and heady excitement, and she set to work on the manageress’s gash with eager energy. This time she was guided to the right spots, and taught the best way to use her tongue, teeth and fingers, in a winning combination that led to Ms. Carrington jerking down the bra cups that enclosed her own breasts, and demanding that Sally-Anne suck on them whilst finger-fucking her boss’s pussy – first with two fingers together, and then, at the mature lesbian’s urgent demand, with three. This the teenager did without hesitation, and delighted in the effects of her attentions, as Ms. Carrington’s back arched and she came with harsh grunting groan.

Ms. Carrington released her hold on Sally-Anne’s shoulders, and the overwhelmed and exhausted girl sank back onto her haunches, still gazing at the woman’s glistening vulva. The manageress remained sprawled in her chair, her breasts exposed and her legs wide apart, as she gently teased the fingers of her right hand up and down the moist opening of her gash. After a few seconds, with her other hand she pulled open a drawer in her desk and brought out a box of tissues, which she handed to Sally-Anne, watching with a lazy smile as the teenager wiped her own pussy and then slipped on her bra and chambermaid’s uniform.

‘I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy and suck my tits, ever since you showed me your panties at the interview’, purred the manager, looking very like the cat who had got all of the cream.

Sally-Anne looked startled, and Ms. Carrington chuckled, and continued:

‘Oh, you may well not have done it consciously, my sweet, but it was a telling signal – a confirmation, anyway. You were sitting there in a tight little mini-skirt – almost a micro-skirt – and the more that you looked at me – and my tits, I noticed – the more your knees parted, until I was given a lovely clear view of the crotch of your pink panties. That’s when I knew that you’re a pussy-girl.’

Sally-Anne blushed, remembering now that on that day – could it have been only six days ago? – on that hot summer day, she had deliberately put on her shortest skirt – she had known her interview was with a woman, so had her subconscious mind then trailed her cunt in such an obvious way? It seemed perhaps that was so! – but Sally-Anne now felt only thanks and relief in response, and she gave a moment’s silent prayer of thanks to the patronage of her mythical fairy godmother, or rather, ‘lezzie godmother’ would be more appropriate!

‘Now, about your weekend duties’, said Ms. Carrington, adopting a brisker and more businesslike tone, though her hand continued to play with her own pussy.

Sally-Anne was surprised by this turn in the conversation, for she had understood that her only weekend obligation was a shorter shift on Saturday morning, finishing at 1.00 p.m. rather than her usual time of 3.00 p.m. However, her boss explained that Ms. Milne and her PA were checking out on Saturday, and that the usual rules about the time of vacating a room did not apply in their case.

‘They can leave when they like – I never book anyone incoming into their rooms on their day of departure – it’s an easy consideration for such special regular guests. So, I want you to go to Ms. Milne’s room at the end of your usual shift, and see if you can give any … assistance. You’ll be paid for the extra time, of course, and you can tell your family or friends that you are doing extra hours because we are busy. Don’t make any plans to see anyone until at least five o’clock, as I expect you will be … tied up … for quite some time’, concluded Ms. Carrington, looking meaningfully at her young employee.

Sally-Anne understand at once, with a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach – to be put in bondage by Ms. Milne and Debbie, and then used however they desired for several hours was an incredible prospect, and the combination of constraint and coercion that it offered had a thrilling effect on the submissively-oriented sixteen-year-old. She lifted her eyes to gaze frankly at her stunningly sexy superior, and replied:

‘Oh, yes – of course, Ms. Carrington, I will try my best to give them … every satisfaction’.

The manageress bestowed a pleased smile upon her youthful lesbian protege. Yes, she thought to herself, this little hottie will go far … and cum far, far and often and very very wide indeed!

‘Well, I might just call in at some point, and check on how you are … serving … our clients’, said the manageress with a hungry smile.

Sally-Anne was nearly bowled over by this announcement: to be taken simultaneously by both Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington, two such superbly sensual mature dommes, was beyond her wildest subconscious dreams. For a second, her mind’s eye envisaged herself bound spread-eagled to a bed, with Ms. Milne squatting down on her face for cunt-eating, and Ms. Carrington mercilessly fucking her vagina with a strap-on. The teenager’s pussy went warm and wetly open, and she involuntarily clutched herself between the legs and gave a deep groan. However, her boss was not finished with instructions:

‘Now, on Sunday, of course, you don’t work here at the hotel – but a strong fit young girl like you doesn’t need a day of rest! So, you are to go to Ms. Gilmour’s house – I’ll give you the address – for two o’clock in the afternoon – she says that she has a great deal to teach you. Wear your prettiest dress, and some more grown-up lingerie – I think you can get some now, can’t you?’ asked the manageress, one eyebrow raised in amused interrogation.

Sally-Anne blinked and nodded – was there anything these amazing and authoritative adult women did not know? Of course not, she chided herself: they knew everything about you – indeed, more than you knew yourself, as had been vividly demonstrated this morning. She was a mere girl, hardly more than a virgin – she resolved that she would put herself unreservedly in their capable hands. Clearly there were no secrets between Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington! And nor, she realised, were there any between her geography teacher and the hotel manageress. Now, at last, she understood the completion of the circle – that her admired teacher had seen or sensed her budding lesbianism, and had recommended her to Ms. Carrington, not so much for work as for sex, for initiation – and, in turn, the manageress had told Ms. Milne that here was pussy to be taken, indeed, needing to be taken.

A vista opened up before the pretty blonde teenager, of being the submissive sexual plaything of a whole range of dominant mature lesbians, powerful elegant assertive women who would use her as they pleased. It was stunningly enthralling, and Sally-Anne had to close her eyes and take a deep breath in order not to faint from excitement. She had entered the hotel that morning an ignorant and naive girl, and she would be leaving it an experienced young lesbian woman. Although she had been taken unexpectedly and by force, and it had been frightening and painful at the start, she had no complaint now. It had been a revelation, a lifting of the veil from her eyes, and the sooner it had happened the better – for a wonderful future of lesbian lust now lay before her: flattering, thrilling and fulfilling her deepest hidden desires of sapphic submission.

Unbidden, Sally-Anne knelt down once more, and placed a series of reverent kisses on Ms. Carrington’s breasts and down the length of her pussy, before leaving her new mistress’s office with a wave and a cheery smile. She hurried up to one of the unoccupied bedrooms and took a quick shower, so that there would be no sign or smell of her lesbian marathon when she got home. After drying off – rather carefully around her still tender and sensitive pussy – the teenager changed into her own clothes, and left the crumpled and sweaty maid’s uniform in the hotel laundry. She set out for the shopping centre of the town, eager to have as long as possible in which to select and try on her new lingerie – ready for Ms. Milne and Debbie to enjoy removing tomorrow, and still more for her perceptive wonderful handsome – and lesbian! – schoolteacher to undress on Sunday

A further thought occurred to Sally-Anne, as she trotted along in the warm summer sunshine, whistling happily. Maybe when her parents were next away over-night, she could arrange for her best friend Eleanor to stay for a sleepover – and, maybe she could say to Eleanor that she hadn’t been able to get that lesbian porn DVD out of her mind, and would be fascinated to see it again. She had a very strong instinct that this might lead to some interesting developments with her cute-as-a-bunny brunette best friend. Yes, mused the newly-fledged teenage lesbian – oh, yes, some very interesting developments indeed!

If you enjoyed this, you might like my stories ‘Hotel Maid Learns The Ropes’ and ‘School-Teacher Lesbian Rape’ (although that one is more violent), and two others that I have nearly finished and expect to be posting soon: the first is called ‘Black Student Lesbian Rape’ (coming in a few days), and the second is ‘Cheerleader Exchange Student Japanese Lesbian Gang Rape’ (ready early in January 2013). To find these, and all of my other all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link at the top of this story.

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With his mind-control powers, Michael and his harem of daughters punishes the man who fucked his wife.

Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Six: Daddy Cuckolds the Cheater
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

There was nothing like having a young girl’s cunt on your dick while driving. Just feeling that hot, tight snatch clenching and relaxing, shifting as the car drove over any bumps, the way she whimpered in pure delight as my dick stirred around inside her. I had my arms wrapped around Pina, a nineteen-year-old Hispanic slut I claimed at the church orgy. Pina brought my burgeoning harem up to ten women: my wife, my four daughters, Crystal’s girlfriend, and four girls from my church’s youth group, including Marybeth, the youth minister’s once virgin daughter.

I loved how fast I slid into depravity once I had the power of mind control. Knowing I could make anyone do what I want had unshackled me from morality. Why did anyone do the right thing? Because of the consequences. Humans weren’t good. Not really. We just all feared what would happen if we were bad. We’d destroy our marriage, we’d get arrested, we’d lose our jobs, our homes.

But now…

“Master,” Pina whimpered in her Hispanic lilt, her tight cunt clenching on my dick as the minivan my wife drove hit a pothole. Barely legal pussy slid up and slammed back down my cock, silky friction burning around my shaft. “Yes!”

“Enjoy my daddy’s cock, slut,” Kitty, my youngest daughter, moaned from the back.

There were a lot of moans coming from back there. With eight horny girls crowded into the two bench seats of the minivan, it was to be expected. All I could smell was hot pussy. They’d leave stains on the upholstery as they fingered and sucked and played with each other.

I didn’t care. They could ruin this minivan. I’d just get a nicer one. One with Scotchgard seats.
“Yes, yes, please your master, slut,” my wife hissed, driving one-handed, the other frigging her pussy. “Work that hot cunt on my husband’s dick.”

“Yes, Mistress,” groaned Pina, her head arching, pressing back into my shoulder, her silky hair brushing my cheek.

“You are, whore,” I groaned, my hands cupping her soft, round breasts. I squeezed them, loving how they jiggled as the minivan drove. “You’re going to get another load of cum in that pussy, slut.”

“Yes!” she groaned. “Give it all to me, Mr. Horne.”

I would. I didn’t have to hold back. The Halo, sent to me by the kooks at the Institute of Apotheosis Research, not only gave me mind-control powers, but the nanites that infected my body also gave my balls unlimited stamina and my body energy. They made me better than human.

A god.

I sucked at her brown neck, nibbling on it as I found her nipples, squeezing hard. She whimpered, her body bucking, pussy tightening on my dick. That barely legal cunt slid up it again as my wife hit another bump. Pina’s rump slapped into my thighs as she slammed back down my dick.

Fuck, I loved it.

“How much farther, Mom,” Rosie or Lily, our twin daughters, asked. “I want Daddy to punish that asshole you fucked.”

“We’re almost there,” Anne said, her voice throaty. “I want that, too. He’s such a bad man to seduce me. I’m married.”

“And you were a bad wife for letting him!” Kitty, our youngest daughter, huffed.

“Your mother paid,” I groaned, choosing to forgive my wife. She only had her affair because of my obsession with our daughters the last few years. As they blossomed, I couldn’t help but notice them, desire them. My wife tried to get in better shape for me, thinking that was the problem. When I didn’t respond, her Pilates instructor, Scott, did.

“I did!” Anne groaned, cum from all the boys who’d fucked her ass still leaking out of her ass. I could see the driver seat soaked in it.

I’d never drive this vehicle again.

“Paid so hard!” she gasped. Her round breasts bounced and jiggled. She groaned through clenched teeth, the minivan swerving side-to-side through the night streets of Alamogordo. Her orgasm burned so hard through her.

“And you’ll make this evil Scott pay, won’t you, Master,” groaned Pina.

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick aching, throbbing, her barely legal cunt so hot and juicy on it. “And you’re all going to watch.”

“Yes!” she moaned then squealed.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick. Hot, youthful twat rippled about my cock, massaging it, hungry for my cum. I wanted to breed all my women. Well, not my wife. She’d already given me four daughters. But the rest… I wanted to put granddaughters in my girls’ bellies.

“Fuck!” I grunted, picturing Rosie, Lily, Crystal, and Kitty all pregnant with my daughters, gripping their round bellies, beaming up at me with my cum splattered across their faces.

My jizz erupted from my cock. It pumped hard into Pina’s silky snatch. I shuddered, squeezing the slut’s breasts hard as the pleasure surged through me. Ecstasy surged into my mind. Stars danced before my eyes.

I loved cumming in tight snatch.

“Master, yes,” Pina groaned. “So much cum.”

“Daddy’s putting a baby in your belly,” squealed Kitty.

“Oh, yes, breed her, Daddy,” moaned Crystal. “And keep fingering my twat, Jessica!”

“Breed her, Daddy!” cheered both twins.

The other girls—Georgia, Marybeth, and Michelle—joined them, adding their own moaning chorus. My wife pulled her fingers out from between her thighs, gave me a grin as she slowed the minivan.

“Finished just in time, hun,” she said, turning into a driveway. “This is it.”

I stared at the two story house, the outside faded, pink stucco, gray trim around the doors and windows. I shook my head, anger surging through me. Not only had this Scott fucked my wife, but he had a wife and daughter of his own.

His own woman. He didn’t need to poach mine.

“Master!” gasped Pina, her voice tight with pain. “You’re squeezing my tits too hard.”
I relaxed my hands and gave her a kiss on the neck. I wanted to crush the man’s throat. But killing him… That wouldn’t make him suffer. No, no, he needed to experience the gut-twisting shock of being cuckolded, of learning another man’s cum trickled out of his wife. Witnessing her betrayal.

“Let’s go,” I grinned, throwing open the passenger door.

“Yes,” Pina said, sounding happy again. I wanted all my mind-controlled girls, especially my daughters, to be happy being my sluts. I gave them the command to find joy in serving me, and they did, my brainwaves rewriting theirs.

I really wanted to learn how these nanites worked. I furrowed my brow. Why would the Institute give these out? Why not keep them for themselves? And who else were they giving it out to? Their flyer mentioned eleven other people.

Twelve in total. Why twelve?

“Honey?” my wife said. “You’re just staring ahead. Thinking about missiles again?”

“Just about how I became a god,” I said.

She rubbed my arm. “How did you?”

“A tech company sent me their product,” I told her. “To me and eleven others.”

“Twelve, huh? That’s the number of the church.”

I gave her a look.

“You know, in Christian and Hebrew numerology. Twelve represents both Israel, you know the twelve tribes, and then later on the Christian church. Like, the high priest had the twelve gemstones on his breastplate.”

“And the twelve zodiac signs,” Rosie added. The two twins stood at the door. I could only tell them apart by the most subtle of differences between their faces. “You know, each tribe had their own zodiac sign. Like Judah, the tribe of King David and Jesus, is Leo.”

“Huh,” I said. “Sounds like the sorta new age stuff the company that sent it to me believes in.”

“Come on, Daddy, there’s a homewrecker to punish,” Lily said. “That asshole in there tried to steal Mom from us.”

Anger surged through me. These questions really didn’t matter. I had the powers, and I would use them. “Right. Lead on.”

My twins walked hand-in-hand before me up to the door. Like everyone else, they were naked. The New Mexico night warm enough. I watched their identical asses sway back and forth as they walked up to the front door, licking my lips.

They did have such gorgeous asses.

Kitty rang the doorbell when I arrived. The rest of my naked harem parting to let me up to the front. The doorbell chimed through the house, ringing over and over. It was late, past midnight. I bet that asshole Scott and his poor wife were asleep.

“Ring it again,” I growled.

“Yes!” Kitty hissed. The petite girl jabbed the doorbell so hard, her blonde pigtails bounced around her shoulders. She held it down, the doorbell tolling over and over.

“Fucking hell!” roared from inside, a light flooding on from upstairs, shout coming through an open window.

Footsteps thudded down stairs. A light flared on the first floor, bleeding through the arch window at the top of the door. A deadbolt lock twisted, then the door ripped open. A buff guy in white boxers decorated in hearts stood in the doorway, a baseball bat held in his hand.

“What do you…” His words trailed off, seeing me and ten naked girls on his porch. “What the fuck?”

“My husband isn’t happy that you seduced me and fucked me!” Anne hissed. “You tried to steal me from my husband!”

“You’re Anne’s…” Color drained from his face. Though he had strength, and a baseball bat, the sight of a naked man on his porch unnerved him. He backed up then tried to slam the door closed in my face.

“Stop!” I snarled, my thoughts prickling hard.

The door kept closing as he froze. I caught it with my hand and pushed it open. It smacked his open palm. He tottered, his muscles locked in place, his brain interpreting my command as a complete halt. Unable to move, he fell onto the ground with a loud grunt.

Good.

“Scott?” a woman called from upstairs. I saw bare feet and the hem of a white nightgown with soft-blue daisies. “Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Ma’am,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Get your daughter and join us in the living room.”

“My daughter?” she asked then her footsteps retreated, having to obey me even if she didn’t understand why.

I stepped into the house, standing over Scott. I stared down at him. So fucking handsome and strong. He had that chiseled look at home on the cover of a bodice-ripper Romance novel. All he lacked was the long, flowing hair. His dark eyes stared up at me, his body trembling.

His boxers grew dark.

“He’s pissing himself,” chortled Kitty. My youngest came up beside me, bouncing up and down, her budding breasts jiggling, nipples hard. “That’s right. My daddy’s here to make you pay.” She kicked him in the arm.

I doubt he felt it. Kitty couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.

She even winced, flexing her cute toes.

“Get your ass up, go sit down in the living room, Scott,” I snarled. “Now!”

My thoughts burned again, his mind resisting my commands. He moved though, staring at me in terror. He fled from the room, leaving a puddle on the gray, stone floor of his entrance that abutted against cream carpet. The baseball bat clattered from his hand, rolling on the carpet.

“Eww,” Crystal said, stepping around the puddle. She moved with her girlfriend Jessica on one side and Georgia the cheerleader on the other. She had her arms around both girls waist like she had her own mini-harem inside of mine. My nineteen-year-old, blonde child shook her head. “How pathetic. A real man wouldn’t piss himself, asshole!”

“Piss himself?” a woman asked. “Oh, my god, you’re all naked.”

“Oh, wow!” a younger girl exclaimed. “What’s going on, Mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.”

Scott’s wife walked down the stairs, pulling their daughter after her. The girl, eighteen, wore boy shorts that left her tan, coltish legs exposed. Her dark hair fell about her shoulders of the pink babydoll t-shirt she wore, her eyes round as they stared at my hard cock thrusting before me, glistening with Pina’s juices.

“Is it a nudist party?” the girl asked. “Are you and Dad swingers? But they’re all my age. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Opal!” the mother snapped. She was a light-skinned, Black woman, her skin the hue of brown coffee, rich and creamy. She had her hair braided in long rows across her scalp and falling down her back as she walked by to the living room. “What’s going on, Scott?”

“I don’t know,” the husband said, his voice tight.

“So do something!” the woman snapped as she entered the living room. She froze for a moment. Then she pulled her daughter to her and bolted for the other exit out the room, free since she completed my command.

“Don’t leave!” I shouted. “Go sit down and relax on the couch. Same for your daughter.”

She stumbled to a halt then her and her daughter both headed for the couch. Opal gave me a trembling look, her eyes so wide. She sat down beside her mother, squirming, rubbing her hands on her tan thighs.

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Scott, what is going on?” the wife demanded again.

“I don’t know, Denise,” he roared at her, trying to mask the fear sweating off of him.

“But you do know, Scott,” I said, grabbing Anne and leading her into the living room, my harem trailing behind her. “You know exactly why I’m here.” I grabbed my wife’s tits, brushing the dark marks left by Scott’s lips on her breasts tonight. “Don’t you recognize one of your students from your Pilate’s class tonight?”

“But you didn’t have a class…” Denise trailed off, staring at her husband then back at my wife. “You sonuvabitch!” She tried to throw herself at him, but couldn’t get up from the couch. She bent over at the waist, fingers clawing the air between them. “You told me you’d never do it again!”

“Oh, I have a feeling he’s been doing it a lot,” I growled, squeezing my wife’s tits. “Thinking he could claim other men’s wives. That he could stick his dick in their cunts.”

“If I could move, I would kill you!” Denise snarled at her husband. Then she whipped her head around, braided hair flying behind her. She glared at me. “Why can’t I move?”

“Daddy’s a god,” Kitty grinned.

“You have to obey him,” Crystal purred. “I guess that makes me a goddess. Since I’m his daughter.”

“Ooh, yes,” Jessica moaned. “A goddess is fingering my asshole.”

“So hot,” Georgia groaned in agreement.

My dick twitched.

“I bet you want to get back at your husband,” I said to the wife.

She arched an eyebrow at me, then at the women around me. “You’re going to make me fuck you.”

“All while your husband watches. He’ll learn what it’s like when another man fucks his wife.” I glanced at Scott. “Do you love your wife?”

“Of course,” he said.

“And how many women have you cheated on her with?”

“Thirteen,” he said, wincing as his wife screeched.

“If you’re going to fuck me, then do it!” Denise snarled at me. Then she glared at her husband. “Thirteen! Thirteen! All those whores at your Pilates class! You are such a cock-sucker, Scott!”

Opal just whimpered, melting into the couch by her mother.

I winked at her. “Opal, relax. You don’t have to feel bad. You feel good. Horny.” My thoughts prickled. “Your pussy’s getting wet and itching to be touched.”

Opal’s babydoll t-shirt, clinging to her conical breasts, dimpled as her nipples hardened. She suddenly rubbed her hands on her tanned thighs, shifting beside her mother who was literally spitting fury at her husband, trying to claw him again.

“Scott, you love your wife with all your heart. You desire her. You want her to be faithful.” My thoughts prickled. “The only person you love as much is your daughter, whom you want to always be pure, to always be your little girl and never a whore. Just your virgin baby girl.”

“I do,” he said. “Please, honey, I love you. I’m sorry. I won’t cheat ever again.”

“No, you will never cheat again,” I grinned. “But your wife will. Denise, come here and suck my dick. Show your husband how much more you love my cock than his.”

“Gladly,” Denise purred while my thoughts prickled.

“Tell him that you’re my whore now.”

“Scott, I’m his whore,” the Black woman said, rising, her nipples hardening against her nightgown. “I just want to suck his cock. To worship him. Mmm, such a better cock than yours.”

I liked her improv.

“Denise,” whimpered Scott. “No, no, you can’t do this. You’re my wife.”

“But I’m his whore. He makes my pussy so wet. He’s not a repulsive asshole like you!” Denise pulled off her nightgown as she came closer. I definitely loved her improv.

She wore only a pair of panties beneath, white and plain, contrasting against her rich, brown skin. Her round breasts bounced as she moved, her nipples coal-dark and hard. She licked her lips, falling to her knees before me. She opened her mouth and sucked on my dick.

Scott flinched as she moaned about my cock, sucking with noisy passion. She put such enthusiasm into her blowjob, tasting Pina’s spicy pussy as she bobbed her mouth on my shaft. Tears fell down Scott’s face.

Anne fell to her knees beside Denise. “That’s it. Suck my husband’s cock. It’s fun being his whore, isn’t it?”

Denise moaned about my dick.

“And your husband deserves this. Thirteen women. What a pig. He preyed on me. Seduced me when I was vulnerable and crying about my marriage. Can you believe that?”

Denise sucked harder, bobbing her mouth. I groaned, the pleasure surging up my dick, my balls tightening as the married woman sucked me before her crying cuckold. I grinned at Scott. He kept trying to look away, but couldn’t.

A depraved fascination animated his face, keeping him watching his wife even as it twisted his guts. Pain wracked his expression. His hands squeezed the armrest of his recliner, the leather creaking beneath his fingers. I savored his humiliation, remembering that gut-sickening sight of his cum dripping out of my wife’s cunt.

“That’s it, whore,” I growled. “Show your husband how much you love my cock. Love me. You’re happy to be my whore.”

Denise groaned, swirling her tongue about the crown of my dick. She wiggled her hips, bobbing her mouth, slurping, sucking. Her hands stroked the base of my dick and fondled my balls, massaging my nuts.

Eager for my cum.

Pleasure surged through me. I trembled. Behind me, my daughters and sluts moaned and gasped, playing with each other, fingers sluicing through hot cunts or ramming into tight assholes. Girls whimpered in pleasure, mouths sucking on hard nipples or lapping at juicy snatches.

“Your wife is so eager for my cum,” I groaned at Scott. “She can’t wait to taste it. And she’ll swallow every drop. How does that make you feel?”

My thoughts tingled.

“Like shit,” he groaned, the words torn from his lips. “I can’t believe she would just suck your dick. I thought she loved me.” He whimpered. “I love you, honey. Please, we can work this out. I’m weak. I won’t do it again. You don’t have to do this.”

Denise kept sucking, bobbing, hungry for my cum. She stroked my dick faster and faster. Her tongue caressed the tip of my cock, probing the slit before she slid her lips down as far as she could. Her cheeks hollowing, the suction reaching into my balls, my cum boiling.

I shuddered, my eyes alighting on Opal. She watched her mother in awe, squirming more. My command to become horny had her gripping her thighs. Her hands kept sliding higher and higher, wanting to rub at her hot pussy through her boy shorts.

“Fuck!” I groaned, eager to enjoy her before her father. I hoped she was a virgin.

My cock erupted. My cum fired into Denise’s mouth. The married woman groaned, squeezing my balls as she sucked out every drop of jizz I had. She swallowed it, gulping noisily. Pleasure surged through me.

Scott whimpered again, more tears falling down his face. “Oh, god, Denise. I’m so sorry. Please, please, stop. I love you.”

Denise slipped her mouth off my dick, panting. “Well, I’m his whore now. You wanted to fuck every slut who spread her thighs for you, so I’m going to enjoy this dick! Mmm, it’s bigger than yours. And his cum… I’ll love his cum. I’ll swallow every drop of his!”

“I bet you want this dick in your pussy, just fucking you hard.”

“So badly.” She licked the tip of my dick.

I grinned at her. “When was the last time your husband pounded you like a slut?”

“Too long!” she groaned. “Now I know why. Too busy fucking whores like your wife.”

“I’m only my husband’s whore now,” Anne moaned. Then she leaned down and sucked on the Black woman’s dark nipple.

Denise groaned, her entire body squirming. She grinned up at me. “So, you want to fuck my married pussy like I’m a slut.”

“You are a slut,” I groaned. “You’re my slut. And you love that.” A tiny prickling across my brain.

“I love being your slut,” she moaned in agreement.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard while your daughter watches. She has to learn how to please me, too.”

Denise’s eyes widened as harder pricks crossed my mind. “Of course she does. Mmm, Opal, watch Mommy take his cock.” Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees, her nipple popping out of my wife’s mouth.

Anne followed it, ducking down onto her back and latching onto the brown nub. My wife sucked at it, making Denise groaned. She wiggled her hips, a black-furred pussy beckoning between her thighs, woolly pubic hair drenched by her juices.

More trickled down her thighs.

“Someone’s horny for your cock, Daddy,” giggled Kitty.

“Denise,” croaked Scott.

“Ooh, yes, watch him fuck me,” groaned Denise. “This man knows how to treat a woman like a whore. I bet those sluts you fucked would never do this. Would never fuck you before their husbands. But that’s how wet he makes me!”

Opal groaned. Scott blubbered.

I fell to my knees behind her, my cock nudging her pussy. “I’m going to enjoy your wife’s cunt every day. And I have good news, Scott. I need someone to do work around my house. Chores, yard work, that sort of shit. All that stuff’s beneath a god. You’ll get to be around your wife and daughter, watching them be my whores, hearing them moan, witnessing them writhing with my wife, my daughters, and my others sluts.

“Doesn’t that sound great?”

For some reason, Scott disagreed.

I rammed into his wife’s pussy, cuckolding him. He groaned, his face turning green as he watched her head throw back in rapture. A purring moan rose from her throat. Her hot, married snatch clenched on my dick. She wiggled her hips, humping back into me, loving my cock.

I gripped her hips, pounding her so hard, loving every moment of being in her pussy. My crotch smacked over and over into her butt-cheeks. They rippled and danced as I plowed into her. Silky friction burned around my cock, the delight of a married woman’s snatch pleasing my dick.

While her cuckold watched and blubbered.

“Oh, Scott, yes!” howled his wife. “Oh, damn, he knows how to fuck! He’s stirring my pussy up. I love his cock so much. I’m going to cum so hard on it! I haven’t had a proper orgasm from you in years! If you hadn’t fucked all those sluts, I’d still be your faithful wife!

“Now I’m his whore!”

“Denise, I’m sorry,” he blubbered again.

“Not sorry enough to keep your dick in your pants!” she hissed, her pussy clenching hard on my cock.

I groaned, savoring it. My wife sucked noisily on Denise’s nipples as I plowed her body. I savored the sounds and the wet glide of my dick through her pussy. Heat boiled around me, her cunt getting hotter and hotter as I plowed her. My balls thwacked into her clit, swelling with another load of cum to baste her married depths.

To breed her. Scott would have to watch his wife grow pregnant with my child. And when she was born, he’d have to change her diapers along with all the other household chores. He’d be my slave forever, never getting to touch the woman he loved, but forever witnessing her being my whore.

“Fuck!” I snarled, thrusting hard, the pleasure surging through me.

“Plow her, Daddy,” the twins moaned together.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw them tribbing each other, Lily on top of Rosie, their big tits pillowed together. They ground their clits together, gasping, moaning, sharing incestuous kisses with each other.

“Fuck the slut, Daddy!” groaned Crystal. She stood trembling as Georgia ate her snatch and Jessica devoured her asshole. Behind her, Kitty, Marybeth, and Pina daisy-chained, feasting on each other’s hot pussies.

“Make her cum on your dick, Daddy!” moaned the twins.

“Do it, Michael,” my wife moaned between sucks. “Mmm, she loves your dick.”

“So much!” Denise groaned. “Oh, yes, Michael, your dick is amazing. I’m going to cum so hard on it.”

“Do it!” I snarled. “You’re my whore. You’re going to have this dick in you all the time. You’re going to be bred.”

“Then I better stop taking the pill,” she groaned, her pussy clenching hard. “Oh, fuck, Scott, yes! I’m cumming on his awesome dick!”

“Denise,” whimpered Scott as his wife’s pussy went wild about my dick.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled. “Nothing like feeling a married woman’s cunt spasm about your dick, eh, Scott? Denise will give me this delight whenever I want it.”

“Whenever!” she moaned, her pussy sucking at my cock. “Cum in me. I need it so badly. Flood me with all your jizz!”

“Master,” my wife moaned. “Call him Master. He owns you now, slut.”

“Cum in me, Master!”

I grunted, slamming into the married woman’s spasming snatch. The pleasure surged through me. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick. I groaned, my balls tightening as they smacked into her clit. The pressure built.

Her pussy writhed about my cock.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” I snarled.

My body heaved as my balls unloaded. Hot cum fired over and over into Denise’s married cunt. Scott groaned, more tears falling down his face. I shuddered, basting his wife’s married cunt. Every blast sent a spasm through my body. I groaned, pleasure burning through my thoughts.

My hands tightened on Denise’s hips. Pleasure surged through me. I loved emasculating him.

“So good,” his wife whimpered, her pussy milking out the last drops of my cum. “Oh, Scott, that’s how you fuck a married woman. Ooh, I bet none of the whores you fucked ever came so hard.”

“I didn’t,” Anne giggled. “He’s rather pathetic. If I wasn’t so vulnerable and depressed, I’d never have enjoyed him.”

I think I loved my wife even more right now. I should have paid more attention to her. But now we could both enjoy our daughters nubile, young bodies. My dick twitched in Denise’s cunt. I pulled out of her.

“Stand up,” I groaned. “Show your husband my jizz dripping out of you. Let him see the proof that you cuckolded him.”

“Gladly,” she said, voice throaty.

I groaned as she rose, her half-dozen braids swaying about her back, moving with sinuous, sultry grace. Her back rippled. Then she stood proud before her husband, legs spread wide, white cum dribbling down her coffee-brown thighs.

“Mmm, more of that yummy cum,” she groaned, swiping up my jizz on her finger, bringing it to her mouth.

Her husband whimpered again.

Then my twins were on her. The wife gasped, pulled down as the two hungry vixens buried their faces between her thighs, lapping up my cum. Their identical, dimpled asses wiggled at me. Their own thighs soaked with their pussy juices.

My wife shifted then her tongue lapped at my cock, cleaning the other wife’s pussy off of me. “Mmm, Scott, your wife has a such a yummy tasting cunt. I’m so glad she’s my husband’s whore now. It’s only fair. I fucked your pathetic cock.” She stared up at me, such sorrow in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Michael.”

I stroked through her brown hair. “You’re forgiven, hun. I love you.”

My wife licked my dick again, her eyes flicking towards the couch. “Are you going to play with Opal now?”

I grinned at her. “What a wanton slut was lurking inside of you.”

“You just had to free her.” Then she engulfed the tip of my cock.

“Scott, strip your daughter for me. Show me her virginal, pure flesh. I’m going to despoil her.”

“Oh, yes,” Opal whimpered, her hands almost rubbing at her crotch now. “I want to be fucked like Mom!”

“You’ll love being his whore, child,” groaned Denise, writhing as my twins devoured her snatch.

Scott blubbered as he stood and stumbled towards his daughter. Opal stretched with leonine grace, her back arching. I wondered if she performed gymnastics. She had the petite, leggy build for it. She raised her hands, almost like a gymnast at the end of her routine.

“Strip me naked for him, Dad.”

“No, baby,” he groaned. “You can’t do this. You’re daddy’s little girl. You can’t let him touch you.”

Even as he objected, his hands pulled her pink babydoll t-shirt off, exposing her conical, tan breasts, her nipples lighter than her mother’s but still brown. They were also puffy, her areolas swollen around her nubs.

“Thank you, Dad,” she purred as Scott fell to his knees before her.

“Please, baby,” he groaned. “You’re only eighteen. You can’t do this.”

“But I want to, Dad. He made me so wet. I want to be his whore, too. Just like Mom!”

My dick ached and throbbed as my wife fluffed me, keeping me hard and ready for her. Then Scott pulled off his daughter’s boy shorts, revealing the soft down of her pubic hair, as dark as her hair, and soaked by her virginal juices. He worked them down, moving slow, wanting to put off his daughter’s deflowering for as long as possible.

I groaned, such depraved ideas shooting through my mind as Opal stepped her dainty, right foot out of her boy shorts. Then her left. Then she stood naked, her conical tits jiggling as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Scott, go sit down and watch,” I grinned.

He retreated, clutching his daughter’s boy shorts in his hands.

“And Opal, sit on your mother’s face. Let’s make sure your pussy’s ready for my cock. Have your mother lick you to an orgasm.”

My thoughts prickled at that.

“But she’s my mother!” Opal gasped, heading to her mother anyways.

“She’s my daughter!” groaned Denise.

“But you both love incest,” I told them, my thoughts burning harder. “You’re both my sluts, you love me and all the women in my harem. Including each other.”

“Oh, yes, Mom, I want you to lick my pussy,” Opal said, her brain accepting my commands. She moved faster to her mother and plopped her pussy on Denise’s lips. “Love me, Mom.”

Scott cried more, watching his pure, innocent girl being violated by the woman he loved. My dick throbbed in my wife’s mouth. As much as I liked Anne sucking, Opal’s mouth, opened wide in lewd pleasure, beckoned.

I pulled my cock from my wife’s lips and moved to Opal. The eighteen-year-old grinned, grabbing my dick and bringing it to her mouth. She sucked my dick with ease. I had a feeling she’d at least given a blowjob to a boy.

“She’s no stranger to sucking dick,” I groaned, my dick aching in her mouth. “She loves your wife’s pussy juices, too. Just sucking them off my dick And the way she’s moaning.” I grinned. “Your wife’s devouring her pussy.”

“Mmm, she is,” Anne groaned, crawling to join us. She hugged Opal from behind, pressing her ivory breasts into the tan girl’s back. “That’s it. Suck your master’s cock. He’s going to pop your cherry and make you explode with that shaft.”

Opal only shuddered and bucked on her mother’s mouth. The horny girl moaned about my dick, eyes rolling back in her head. I shuddered, realizing she already climaxed. So turned on by watching Denise fuck me, it didn’t take more than a few licks from her mother’s tongue to set her off.

“Yes!” Denise moaned.

“Drink her juices,” my twins cooed. “Ooh, lap through her cunny.”

“That’s the pleasure my husband’s whores get,” my wife moaned, cupping the girl’s tanned breasts. My wife squeezed them. “Keep moaning, sweetie. Let my husband feel your pleasure humming about his dick.”

“I’m feeling it,” I groaned, my balls tightening. My wife’s fluffing kept me on the edge, and Opal’s hot moans as she experienced her first incestuous orgasm burned pleasure down to my balls.

My cock throbbed. I pulled it out of her mouth and erupted across her tan face. She gasped, eyes squeezing shut in shock. My cum basted her face, coating her flesh in pearly lines and dribbling globs. She shuddered, grinding her hot pussy on her mother’s mouth as I unloaded on her face.

I shuddered, stroking my dick still slick with her mother’s juices. Her tongue flicked across her lips, tasting my cum. Her eyes widened. She licked more, then her fingers were scooping up my cum, bringing the pearly gobs to her hungry lips.

“Mmm, honey, share that with your mother,” Anne moaned. “Bend over and let her lick you clean while you point that virgin cunt at my husband.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Opal groaned.

I glanced at Scott as his daughter shifted around. “What’s it like seeing your wife and daughter loving me?”

“It’s horrible,” Scott groaned. “I’m sorry. I only fucked your wife a few times. She wasn’t even that good of a lay.”

Anger surged in me. “My wife is an amazing fuck if you know how to make her purr.”

“He didn’t,” Anne moaned, leaning over to lick a glob of cum beading the tip of my dick.

My cock throbbed. Oh, yes, it was the right decision to forgive my wife. She made this even more exquisite. His wife and his lover both preferred me. And his daughter dripped for my cock. As Denise licked my jizz off Opal’s face, the little slut wiggled her ass, her virgin cunt aching for my dick.

So I moved around to give it to her.

Kitty appeared, her face smeared with Marybeth’s pussy cream. She grabbed my dick. “Let me help you pop her cherry, Daddy. It’s the bestest Opal. You’re going to love it.”

I shivered, my youngest guiding my cock to youthful, virgin twat. Crystal appeared on the other side, her blonde hair falling loose about her shoulders. Her eyes shone up at me as she grabbed my dick too.

“Fuck her hard, Daddy,” she beamed. “I’m so glad you’re a god.”

I grinned down at my blonde child then groaned, the pair rubbing my dick against hot, virgin cunny. I felt Opal’s hymen. She kissed her mother now, my wife, stroking the girl’s back, beaming at me, eager for me to deflower the slut.

Scott kept crying on his recliner, his daughter’s boy shorts balled up in his fist.

I gave him a triumphant look and stole his daughter’s virginity.

Opal moaned into her mother’s mouth as her cherry popped. Her untouched depths engulfed my dick. Her cunt squeezed down hard on my shaft. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head as I savored her pussy wrapped about my cock. I groaned, sliding so deep into her. Her hot flesh clung to me, gripping my cock, making me ache and shudder. My eyes rolled back into my head, her pussy clamping down on my dick.

“Daddy!” she whimpered. “My lover’s fucking me! He’s fucking me so hard. His dick is in me!”

“But you’re supposed to be my little girl forever,” groaned her father. “Not a whore like you mother!”

“I love being a whore like Mom!” she howled, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick.

I grunted, fucking her harder and harder, plowing my cock deep into her pussy. My balls thwacked over and over into her clit, her barely legal cunt gripping my dick. My hands slid up her side, reaching down to cup her conical breasts, feeling her puffy nipples against my palms.

She moaned, kissing her mother. Denise groaned into her daughter’s kiss, her hand gripping the back of Opal’s head. She bucked and writhed on my twins’ licking tongues, grinding her hot cunt against Rosie’s and Lily’s hungry mouths.

Georgia and Jessica sixty-nined while Marybeth and Pina scissored their legs together, humping against each other hard. They grinned at me as I broke in the newest member of my harem. Opal’s pussy clenched hard on my dick, the friction so intense.

“I love breaking in new pussy,” I groaned.

“Mmm, I bet it’s amazing,” Crystal moaned, my blonde child grinding her hot pussy on my hip.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kitty gasped, her pussy on my other hip, smearing her juices around, her bush ticklish. “Fuck her, Daddy.”

My two daughters threw their arms around my neck, kissing at my cheeks, Crystal’s small breasts rubbing on my side. I shuddered, savoring the heat of their cunts and their wet lips as I plowed Opal. They made this moment even more perfect.

My wife kissed at Opal’s spine, licking between the girl’s butt-cheeks. Opal gasped, my wife’s tongue rimming her asshole, making the girl squeal. I think Anne had really come to appreciate anal sex tonight.

“Cum in her pussy, Daddy,” Kitty moaned in my ear, grinding her hot cunny harder on my hip. “Ooh, yes, do it.”

“Do it, Daddy!” gasped Crystal.

“Cum in my daughter,” moaned Denise, her coffee-brown breasts heaving as the twins kept her cumming.

“Yes,” I growled, burying deep, glancing at Scott, a sick expression on his face. He knew his daughter was forever my whore.

My balls tightened. I plowed into her and erupted.

My cum flooded her untouched, fertile depths. I shuddered, my dick throbbing, cum spurting out of me. My two daughters moaned into my ears, their juices flooding hot down my thighs, joining me in rapture.

“He’s cumming in me, Daddy!” moaned Opal. “And his wife’s sucking on my butt-hole. I…I…”

“Cum, honey,” cooed Denise. “Cum on Michael’s big cock!”

“Yes!” she howled.

And then hot, tight cunny spasmed on my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head at the unexpected delight. I shuddered, gripping her conical breasts harder, the rapture flooding through my mind.

Her pussy milking my cock, drawing out every drop of my seed to fertilize her depths.

I loved being a god. My daughters nibbled on my ears, moaning their pleasure while my cum basted my newest whore. I groaned, giddy exhilaration surging through me. I had fucked so much tonight.

“Damn,” I groaned, my pleasure cresting. “Damn, Scott, you raised a mighty fine whore. She’s going to keep me happy.”

“I am,” she moaned in ecstasy, still cumming.

I grinned at Scott. “This is why you never fuck other men’s wives. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head. “Please, please release them. Let them free.”

“Why would I ever do that?” I asked. “They’re mine.”

“Yours,” Denise breathed.

“See,” I grinned at him. Maybe one day, I’d take pity on the asshole. Maybe after I tormented him enough, made him watch his wife and daughter being my whore for a few months, maybe a year, I’d let him go.

Or maybe not. It was so hot.

My dick throbbed in Opal’s pussy. I drew back my hips, eager to fire another load into her cunt. After all, I wanted all my women bred. They had gods and goddesses to bear.

Me, and the others who received the Halo, would change the world.

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“Mom,” Alex groaned as he cradled Deidre Icke, President of the Institute of Apotheosis Research, on his lap. “He’s still going.”

“He’s a god,” Alexis, Alex’s twin, giggled. She sat on her father’s lap.

Deidre glanced at her ex-husband, her asshole still throbbing from her punishment. “I wonder what the next god or goddess will teach us.”

“I should get my daughters channeling to find out,” James Maxwell said from behind, his two twins sitting on his lap. “After they’ve rested.”

Deidre glanced behind her, Mindy and Cindy cuddled up to their father’s naked chest, asleep. “I think they’ve earned a rest. This god had quite the appetite.”

“He did, Mom,” Alex said, tightening his arms around her waist, his cock growing hard again, prodding at her asshole.

Deidre smiled. She hoped the next god taught brother/sister incest was okay. But until then, she’d make sure her son’s cock was fully satiated. Three of the new Gods revealed. Nine more to go. I wish you were here, sir, to see the new age dawn.

The END

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Steve, realizing the truth of his daughter’s affection thanks to the app, sets out to seduce her!

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Part Five: Virgin Delights

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Steve Davis

I shook my head, my hands shaking as they clutched my phone. My wife was gay… She was cheating on me with her friend Marissa. How long had this been going on? For years, Linda had gone to visit Marissa. Four times a year they got together for their weekend visit and…

They were having lesbian sex. My wife—my homophobic wife who was afraid out eldest daughter was gay—was gay herself. My stomach twisted and churned. I glanced at Anael, the slender angel watching me with her purple eyes. She was… curious, her head cocked. She didn’t know how I would react to the revelation.

I swallowed, staring at my phone. I had switched back to my youngest daughter, Sam, walking home after her own lesbian orgy with three of her friends, another shocking revelation. It was hot watching my eighteen-year-old daughter having sex. And now my wife was fooling around with Marissa, who was a beautiful woman and…

“Fuck,” I muttered and switched who my app was focused on.

My wife was kissing Marissa, fondling the woman’s round breasts. Their tongues were dancing, both of them moaning on the bed. My wife had her right arm hooked around Marissa’s neck, holding the black-haired woman tight. My dick was so hard again. I moved the camera, watching them. My wife’s fingers dug into Marissa’s tit, her thumb swiping over a dusky nipple.

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered. Even though I’d cheated on my wife with Kyleigh today, learning of my wife’s infidelity had me reeling. I’d only cheated on her because of what happened, the temptation of this device, but my wife…

Did she even love me?

I thought we had a great sex life. Maybe it had gotten a little stale over the years, but she was so affectionate before she left, and when she returned from these weekend trips, she always felt so loving. Was it all an act?

Their moans echoed from my phone’s speakers. I had to know. My heart pounded as I dug into her menu, navigating quickly. I hit her Main Menu. I moved fast. Spirituality. Sexuality. Orientation. The sliding bar appeared. On my daughter Sam, she was almost dead in the middle, just a few percentage points on the heterosexual side, making her almost purely bi. My wife… My wife was barely into the bi section. Far more into men than Sam was. It was almost like… my wife hardly needed to be with a woman.

Only four times a year…

I returned to the Spirituality Menu and hit the Social Sub-Menu.

Social

• Charisma

• Awareness

• Relationships

• Mores

I hit relationships and saw the list. I was at the top with Marissa number two, then Becky, our son James, and then Sam was farther down the list, a group of my wife’s friends between them. I clicked on my own name and read how she felt about me. My wife felt guilty for cheating on me. She loved me but had this desire for other women.

Relief unclenched the fear crushing my heart. She did still love me. Desired me.

I checked out Marissa. Their relationship stretched all the way back to their freshman year in college. Linda was having sex with Marissa before we ever went on our date. There was such conflict in it. My wife couldn’t control herself.

I backed out to the Spirituality Menu and tapped Morality Sub-Menu.

Morality

• Legality

• Outlook

I clicked the Outlook Sub-Menu. Her moral beliefs appeared in a list. I found her views on homosexuality. She truly believed it was a sin. Her cravings for Marrisa were making her feel so guilty for not only cheating on me but that she was engaged in something she thought was wrong. It must be twisting in her. No wonder she was so scared of Becky being gay. She didn’t want our eldest to have this same inner turmoil.

I could fix that. I looked at the list I was making. The tweaks I could make to my wife. I didn’t even have to make her like girls to accept my… expanded sex life. I just had to edit her morality. I could take away her guilt.

“You want a harem with your wife and daughters,” Anael purred. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you?”

I shifted, my dick so hard. I stared at my wife again as she was now on top of Marissa, their bodies pressed tight as they kissed. They were grinding together. Marissa’s hands squeezed and kneaded my wife’s rump.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

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Sam Davies

I buzzed as I walked home from Rita’s house. I loved our Friday afternoon orgies. It was so much fun unwinding at the end of the week. If I couldn’t have sex with the man I craved, then getting off with my friends was the next best thing. If Christians wanted straight girls to not have premarital sex with the boys, then they needed to encourage them to seek each other out for satisfaction.

It kept my cherry intact and meant I didn’t have to worry about pregnancies while I was satiating my pussy. Of course, I really liked girls. Some of my friends just did it for the pleasure, dreaming of the hunkiest guy at our college. Well, the hunkiest student. The hunkiest guy was my dad. Such wicked, incestuous lust burned inside of me. Dad was so sexy. He was an intelligent man, an English professor, but he also could get his hands dirty. He could talk to you about Shakespeare while stripping down an engine.

He was so cool. Not like mom. I was glad she was gone for the weekend with her dumb friend. Part of me hoped she never came back. She wanted me to be a perfect woman. Wear skirts, act primly, stop working in the garage, to care about my fingernails. Who cared if they were a little ragged. I worked on cars. If I had a perfect manicure, a few hours working wrenches would ruin that.

It was all so dumb. It was the twenty-first century. Girls could dress like boys if they wanted. She was such a prude.

Dad was cool. He didn’t care if I wore skirts. He let me be around him. I could just float away right now as I imagined he was talking to me right now. He wanted to do things to me and—

“Hey, Sam, want a ride?”

I jumped, letting out a squeak. Dad’s car was creeping down the street, his window down. My heart beat so fast as I stared at him. He was such a handsome man, mature, with such a confident masculinity about him. He was in great shape, his dark-brown hair swept back, a tall man. The one good thing about mom: she was a health nut. She made sure dad jogged and kept in shape. Even his reading glasses only made him hotter.

“Well, kumquat?” he asked.

“Right, right,” I said, my heart racing. “You scared me, Daddy.”

“Thinking about boys?” he asked, a teasing grin on his face.

“Dad!” I groaned, my cheeks burning. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t tell him the truth. He was a good man, a deacon at our church. He wouldn’t commit incest. He didn’t have these depraved desires in him for me. Plus, I was barely a woman. He wouldn’t care about me. He had Mom. She was beautiful.

Why couldn’t she get fat and ugly like Courtney’s mom?

I darted out into the quiet street and hopped into the passenger door. Feeling flustered and hot, I couldn’t help going in to give him a kiss, aiming for his right cheek, as close as I could get to his mouth. My arm shot around his neck as I leaned in and…

He turned just so slightly, changing my trajectory. My lips met his. My pussy clenched at the contact. A burst of heat rippled through me. My nipples hardened, throbbing in my bra. My thighs squeezed so tight, my slacks rubbing together as he didn’t pull away.

Our lips felt glued together. I was too scared to move them, to truly kiss my father. I just held them against him. Trembling. I wanted to moan. To groan out how hot this made me. More and more warmth rippled out of my snatch and…

His hand rested on my thigh.

A whimpering excitement shot through me as I felt him rubbing my thigh right above my knee. I wanted to jam my tongue into his mouth. I pulled away, my cheeks burning. They had to be so scarlet. My heart screamed in my chest. I wanted to confess to him. I wanted to tell him how much I ached for him.

He broke the kiss. “You are looking pretty today,” Dad said, his eyes flicking up and down my body. “Just my cute tomboy.”

I squirmed as he drove down the street, his hand still on my thigh. This strange excitement filled the air. It swirled through me. It was so different. It was like something had changed in our relationship. His hand squeezed my thigh, sending tingles racing to my pussy. This wet heat built and built in me.

What should I do? Was this all in my imagination? Had he felt my incestuous desires when our lips met? Did he… think about me the same way?

“So, I bet you’re glad that your mother’s away,” he said, his hand climbing higher. I squirmed, blood rushing through me. I was almost dizzy.

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak.

“No fighting with her, huh?” he asked. “You won’t have to hear her complaining about you coming out to work on the car.”

I nodded my head again. His hand… He was reaching higher. Did he… want me? Me? I was so skinny. I didn’t have tits. Not like Mom or Becky. I knew my older sister had the hots for Dad, too. Good thing she was too shy to ever do anything about it.

“I like working on old cars,” he said as he turned onto our street. “You know why?”

I shook my head, my short hair caressing my cheeks.

“It makes me feel young,” he said. He took his hand off the steering wheel to hit the garage door opener clipped to the sun visor. It opened ahead as he turned into our driveway. “I like that. Feeling young.”

I swallowed.

Our current project, a 1969 Chevrolet Impala, was up on blocks, half-assembled. It looked more skeleton than a car. I shivered as he pulled into the garage behind it, his hand closing in on my crotch, fingers pressing my pants against my flesh, caressing me. He hit the remote again.

The garage door trundled close behind us. It clanked and rattled. It grew darker and darker in the garage. More and more intimate. This lusty fear squeezed about my heart as I stared at Dad, his dark eyes peering back at me. The garage door boomed close.

We were in our own world.

That energy I felt became magnetic. I suddenly couldn’t stop myself. My lips were pulled towards his, attracted. I shifted towards him, my breathing so tight. The pressure almost crushing my heart, choking my lungs. A dizziness washed over me, little stars bursting across my eyes as I came closer and closer to him.

This was happening. Finally.

Our lips met again. This time, it was no accident. I didn’t have to pretend to be just a daughter. I could be what I truly craved. I could be his lover. My tongue thrust into his mouth as our lips worked together. My heart pounded so fast. The energy rippled through me, tingling from my lips and washing down my body.

My nipples hardened.

My pussy clenched.

His hand crept closer to my pussy. My hot, wet, juicy snatch. My hand found his thigh. I felt his muscles through his slacks as I mirrored his hand. I climbed up him as our tongues met. They danced together as we groaned.

We made out. We kissed each other with such hunger. My world shrunk to this car. To just my sexy dad. Incestuous passion rippled through me. Such a dizzying heat washed through me. It was amazing. I loved it. My daddy was kissing me, his hand reaching my crotch.

My legs spread wide, giving him access. His fingers were so thick. Not a dainty girl’s fingers, but a man’s. His digits pressed my panties into my snatch, sliding up and down my virgin slit. I shuddered; my clit sparked with delight, showering through me. I moaned into his lips, my hand sliding higher and higher.

He was hard.

My dad was hard for me.

I felt his cock through his slacks. His girth. My pussy clenched. My virgin flesh wanted his incestuous shaft. This dick slid into Mom’s pussy and impregnated her with me. I came from him. I loved this so much. I squeezed his girth, my thumb massaging the tip through his slacks.

He kissed me harder now with the aggression my friends lacked. He devoured my mouth. His fingers rubbed harder at my crotch. My pussy was so wet. Were my juices soaking through my panties and my pants? Was he feeling my passion?

I hoped he was.

My fingers searched for his zipper. I wanted to feel him directly. Do things to his cock. I could give him a handjob. A blowjob. We could… go all the way. The zipper rasped as I drew it down. I went so slowly I could hear every individual tooth coming apart. I whimpered, my heart squeezing and—

The door opened. The garage lights flicked on.

“Dad,” Becky called as I wrenched myself away from my sister, gasping for breath. “There’s something wrong with the sink.”

I wanted to shriek. I was so close to doing naughty things with him!

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

Steve Davies

My heart raced as I stepped out of the car. Becky, my eldest daughter, stood in the doorway of the garage, her auburn hair pulled back from her face. She wore it in her usual braid. She still wore her Rainier Christian College school uniform, her skirt looking so sexy as it fell down her thighs. There was a purity about the twenty-year-old girl.

“What’s up with the sink?” I asked.

“It’s leaking,” she said. Her eyes flicked to the car. “Did I… interrupt anything.”

“Just talking to your sister,” I lied. Becky and Sam both had crushes on me and both were jealous of the other. It explained so much of the sniping behavior between them. That would change tomorrow. I would adjust my wife and daughters then Sunday I would edit James to keep him distracted. I think it would bring those girls from his dream to life.

And, finally, on Monday I would turn my attention back to making my town of Rainier into a better place.

“Did you need anything else?” I asked Becky.

She shook her head. “I have homework.”

My eldest whirled around, her skirt flaring and her braid swinging. Then she darted into the house. Sam hopped out of the car, her face flushed. That kiss was exciting. My daughter wanted to do things with me. I didn’t even have to edit her as I had with Kyleigh. That felt… better to me. I wasn’t making my daughter into my lover, I was just… facilitating her wish. As Anael said, I was just changing the circumstances of the world to improve people.

And if I got to benefit from it, what was so wrong about that?

Sam’s face was flushed, her dark-red hair swayed about her cheeks as she shivered. She glanced at me, the car between us. She squirmed, trembling. She was bold, but still growing into her sexuality. She didn’t have the confidence of a more experienced woman.

“The kiss was… nice,” I said.

She nodded her head.

“Later on tonight… if you’re interested…”

She shuddered and nodded her head with such intensity.

“Tonight,” I said. I smiled at her. “Why don’t you order some pizzas for dinner. After your siblings go to bed, well, we can talk more. In my bedroom.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, her voice tight. She pulled out her phone, her face furrowing. I half-expected her to call the pizza place, but none of my kids used their phones as actual phones. They didn’t talk on them if they could help it. She must be doing some sort of online ordering.

I pulled out my phone and open the app while my daughter took care of dinner. I didn’t choose to freeze reality, so I was surprised when Anael appeared leaning naked against the car. I froze for a moment as the angel sauntered naked around to my daughter. But Sam didn’t see the petite sexy beauty.

I filed away that fact.

“You don’t even have to edit her, and you’ll get her virginity tonight,” Anael purred.

My dick throbbed as I navigated my daughter’s menus. Spirituality. Social. Relationships. Sam’s feelings about me had changed. No longer did she think there was no chance to have me as a lover. Now she was eager for it. She wanted it. I backed up to Sexuality Menu.

Sexuality

• Orientation

• Desires

• Libido

• Taboos

I clicked Desires and right there at the top was:

• Lose cherry to Daddy

I grinned. She wanted it more than anything. And it would happen tonight. My daughter walked forward, passing through Anael. The angel rippled for a moment. When her form grew distinct she giggled and shook her head as Sam headed inside. I followed, putting away my phone.

“Enjoy,” Anael purred as she faded away.

Inside, Sam was sitting on the couch while I headed to the kitchen. Becky, weirdly, wasn’t up in her bedroom but downstairs in the dining room, working on her homework. She glanced at me, shifting as I looked at the sink. There wasn’t a leak at all. The handle just had to be tightened all the way to stop the drip.

I glanced at my daughter. She was so jealous but was too shy to do anything about that. I would take care of everything. I would make my family happy and closer than ever. My dick throbbing, I headed out to the living room where my iPad waited. While Sam was playing on her phone, sitting close to me, I made sure my plans were all organized for editing my family, glancing at the App for reference.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” Sam asked me right before the pizza arrived.

“A special project to make everyone happy,” I told her while Anael sat cuddled against my daughter, Sam utterly oblivious to the truth around her.

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

Sam Davies

Finally, Becky and James were in their bedrooms. Neither were asleep—James was drawing his pervy anime sluts, and Becky was studying, as usual—but they had retired for the night. It was time. My pussy was on fire. I couldn’t wait any longer. This night dragged on so long. I hardly enjoyed the pizza we had for dinner. I couldn’t focus at all as I played Street Fighter V with James. He kicked my ass up and down the screen with Chun-Li.

I didn’t win a match.

“It’s not much fun kicking your ass if you don’t even try,” my brother had said, shaking his head. “The victory isn’t as sweet.”

“Asshole,” I’d muttered.

“That’s the best you can do?” He’d shook his head. “Insult me.”

I got along great with James. If he was a little cuter, maybe I’d have a crush on him instead of Daddy, but he just lacked that masculine confidence of our father. He was a boy, a year older than me. Besides, he’d rather jerk it off to his Anime girls than to a flat-chested chick like me.

I hoped Daddy wouldn’t mind that only had little A cups. Mom had tits. I wish I’d inherited hers.

I slipped out of my room in my pajama bottoms, a pair of flannel pants, and a matching, powder-blue tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, eager to get naughty with my daddy. I would get so wild. I stared down the dark hallway, my parents’ bedroom at the far end. My bare feet padded along the carpet.

Becky’s door opened and my older sister stepped out in her nightgown, something feminine, something that Mom would want me to wear. My sister blinked when she saw me. I swallowed, a strange twist to my stomach.

Was she sneaking to our dad’s bed? A surge of hot, vicious jealousy rippled through me. I wanted to spring at her and smack her ass and drive her back into her bedroom. She had breasts. She had curves. I couldn’t let her draw Daddy’s attention from me.

“What are you up to?” I asked.

“Just studying,” she answered.

“In the hallway?”

“Just getting a glass of water.” She glanced at me. “You?”

“Peeing,” I lied. Then I darted into the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me, pressing it against me. My stomach thudded as I heard her head down the stairs. My breathing rose and fell. Why did she have to be up right now? Why was she trying to stop me from getting to Daddy? I kept my ear pressed to the door, listening to her.

If she tried to go into Daddy’s bedroom…

It felt like it took an eternity for her to return from downstairs. How long did it take to fill a glass of water? I squirmed against the door, my heart pounding, my pussy so wet. I needed to be with Dad. I needed to lose my cherry. I needed it more than anything else.

Why did Becky have to be such a bitch right now? She had to be doing this on purpose, taking her time getting her drink and—

The stairs creaked.

“Finally,” I muttered as Becky climbed the stairs.

I held my breath as she reached the top. Would she go left for our parents’ room, or…? Her footsteps approached me. She went right. Her door closed behind her, and I let out a big sigh. I opened the bathroom door and slipped out.

I padded down the hallway, sneaking like a naughty thief. My heart hammered in me, blood rushing through me. This was happening. I was going to have sex with my father. I was going to commit incest with him. I was so nervous. This was so different than having sex with my friends. He was a man.

The man I loved.

I reached the door and rapped as softly as possible. Then I opened the door.

Dad was on the bed naked. My heart fluttered. A single lamp illuminated him. His reading glasses were off. He sat his phone to the side. He was ready for me. Like he knew that this was when I would arrive. My eyes drank in his naked torso, covered in his chest hair. I couldn’t wait to touch him. My eyes descended down his stomach.

There it was. His cock. Thick and twitching. It thrust up from his pubic hair. My heart fluttered. My pussy clenched. This was it. This was going to change everything. I wanted to faint. I wanted to flee.

I wanted to impale myself on that cock.

“It’s okay,” he said. “If you don’t want to do this…”

“No!” I said, my voice forceful. I closed the door behind us. Locked it.

To prove my confidence, I ripped my tank top off, baring my small breasts to him. I was a tomboy. I wasn’t a shy idiot like Becky. I had the lady balls to make my move on Daddy and become his lover. I attacked the knots of my pajama bottoms, undid them, then shoved them down my body.

Daddy stared at me, seeing my naked form. My shaved pussy. Could he see how wet I was? Did he see the juices leaking down my thighs? My nipples were so hard. His eyes roamed me. I wanted to hide. I wasn’t hot enough for him. I wasn’t as pretty as Becky or as experienced as Mom.

What was I doing? I—

“You are beautiful, Sam,” Daddy said, his voice tight with breathy awe.

Doubt vanished from me. The way he looked at me, the way he gripped his cock, let me know he saw me as more than his eighteen-year-old daughter. He saw me as a woman. As a lover. A wave of heat shot through me.

I darted to his bed and flung myself on it, my hair swaying about my face, my little breasts jiggling. I was still frightened of losing my virginity, but I wouldn’t hold back. I threw my arms around Dad’s neck and kissed him.

Hard.

I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I moaned into his lips. I shuddered and groaned as I squirmed against him. Heat rippled through me. This wonderful passion that had my toes curling. My heart beat so fast. It pumped the delight through me. It had me almost swooning in delight as I kissed him so hard. My tongue danced with his.

It was so incredible. I rubbed his chest with my right hand. I stroked up and down him, feeling his curly hairs, the strength of him. This was no soft girl. This was a man. My daddy. My pussy clenched as he growled into the kiss.

His hand grabbed my hip. He kissed me hard, turning me, pulling me to him. I shuddered, our tongues dueling. It was different in the car. There was no holding back this time. Nothing would stop us. The door was locked. James and Becky in their rooms. Mom in Vegas with her dumb friend. Tonight, I was his.

Daddy’s naughty little girl.

My virgin pussy grew hotter and hotter. It ached and pulsed like it never had before. I groaned into the kiss, my tongue dancing and darting with his. My heart screamed in my chest. My thighs rubbed together, my juices flowing. Heady rushes surged through me, making me dizzy with delight. My fingers clutched at my dad’s side to hold onto him. I felt like reality was whirling around me.

My fingers crept down his body after a moment. I moved lower and lower as I had in the car. No clothing was in the way. No slacks stopped me. I felt his wiry bush, his dick twitching over my hand. The shaft bumped me, so warm. He growled in the kiss as I grabbed him. Stroked him. I fisted up and down his cock, caressing him.

“Sam,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. He stared me in the eyes as I played with his cock. “You really, really want this.”

“I want you to make me into a woman, Daddy,” I moaned. “I want it so badly.”

He kissed me again, growling almost like a hungry beast. I shuddered, aching for that. I wanted to be ravaged by this man. If I wanted gentle and safe, I would have stuck with Rita, Tammy, and Courtney. I wanted wild. Dangerous.

I wanted passion with my daddy!

I stroked his dick, feeling how hard he was, and yet soft and spongy. He was engorged. His skin shifted as I stroked him, sliding beneath my grip. I brushed the crown, it was different, wet with his precum. He groaned as I massaged that part like it was more sensitive than the rest.

Like it was as sensitive as my clit.

That was good to know. I’d learned how to please my friends through experimentation, and I wanted to learn what Daddy liked the same way. I massaged my thumb across the crown, smearing more of his precum about it.

He broke the kiss, his eyes wild with passion. “Sam!”

“Yes, yes, yes, take me, Daddy!” I moaned. “I’m so ready.”

“Not yet you’re not. I haven’t devoured you.”

My eyes widened as he rolled me onto my back and settled on me. I lifted my head, eager for his kiss, but he nuzzled into my neck while he cupped my breasts. His large hands covered my small tits, massaging my nipples. Hot flutters rippled down me. I gasped in delight as his hungry mouth nibbled at my neck.

My pulse fluttered. My heart quivered. Excitement screamed through me as Daddy kissed lower and lower. I let out a whimper of delight as he kissed down my sternum. I’d heard from some friends that boys just stuck it in you. No foreplay, like with girls.

I should have known it was different with a man.

“Daddy!” I moaned as he kissed up the inner slope of my small breasts, climbing towards the pinnacle now. His cheeks felt rough with his day growth of stubble. This naughty rasping that made me tingle.

I gasped when he brushed my nipple with his whiskers.

My pussy clenched. Then he engulfed my nub and sucked so hard. With such hunger. My breast stretched in his mouth. The suction was incredible. Every bit of me spasmed. My pussy grew even wetter. I moaned, the sounds echoing through the room.

My head tossed from side to side. The bed creaked. It was so wonderful. So incredible. My toes curled and relaxed. My pussy clenched. Whimpers burst from my lips as this delight filled me. His hands roamed from my breasts, stroking down my stomach, caressing me. Teasing me.

Everywhere he touched me burned.

“Daddy!” I moaned.

The bed creaked as I squirmed. My heart hammered as he released my right nipple and attacked the left. My back arched, my eyes fluttered, and my fingers gripped the headboard above me. I clutched it as he sucked and nibbled and loved my breast.

“You’re making my pussy so wet, Daddy!”

His eyes stared up at me as he swirled his tongue around my nipple, stroking my areola. He winked at me then sucked again. Lightning jolted straight down to my cunt. It electrified me. My eyes fluttered at the wonderful bliss shooting through me. It was so incredible to experience.

His hands stroked my thighs now, caressing them as he loved my nub. I clutched to the headboard, afraid to let go. So much passion swept through me, a torrent of excitement. My eyes fluttered, my body wiggled.

Then he went lower.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” I groaned. My tongue flicked across my lips. “Oh, Daddy, this is so good. You’re driving me wild. Oh, yes, Daddy.”

He kissed down my body. To my stomach. I quivered as he moved down my body, his hands gripping my inner thighs, keeping my legs opened wide. He kissed and nuzzled and licked. His lips were hot, his tongue wet. He circled my bellybutton, making me giggle as well as squeal. His tongue swept into that divot.

It was incredible. Everything he did to me was amazing. He knew how to love women. Mom was so lucky. And now he was mine. He didn’t need her. She could stay in Vegas with her dumb friend. Daddy and I would be so happy without her.

“You smell so good,” Daddy groaned as he kissed to my shaved pubic mound. The kisses here felt even more electric. “That’s your passion.”

“Just… just… eat me!” I moaned. “Devour me.”

“Mmm, yes,” he groaned.

His fingers swept up my thighs as he kissed across my pudenda. I gasped as his digits massaged my shaved vulva, slippery with my excitement. He pulled my outer labia apart. I felt exposed to him as he reached the top of my slit.

Then he lifted his head to admire my pussy. I clutched at the headboard, fighting the embarrassed urge to cover my face. Daddy was staring at my virgin twat. His face was inches away. He could see everything. All the folds. All the little petals. My hymen.

“Just beautiful, Sam,” he groaned. “You are amazing.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” I gasped, my heart hammering in my chest. “So are you.”

“Beautiful?” he asked.

“I mean, you’re a hunk! You’re so sexy and…” My eyes bulged, my words trailing off as he took his first lick up my pussy. His tongue was wider than any of my friends’. “Oh, my gosh, Daddy, yes!”

My entire body shuddered as he licked me again and again. He ran his tongue up and down my snatch. He fluttered it against my folds. He teased me. He made me quiver. My eyes widened as this amazing joy rushed through me.

He flicked my clit at the end of every lick. Then his tongue went back down to my hymen, dragging across my virginity as he caressed up my folds. I shuddered each time. The headboard creaked as I gripped it tight. Sparks showered through me. I squirmed on the bed, my heart hammering in me. Dizzy pleasure danced across my thoughts.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” I moaned as he feasted on me.

He licked faster. He nibbled on my labia. His fingers massaged my vulva. He pressed his whiskered cheeks into my folds. The stubble rasped against me. It was incredible. My sensitive pussy drank it all in. The pressure building and building in my depths.

“Damn, but you taste so good,” he groaned.

Incestuous passion spilled through me. My toes curled as my legs spasmed. Daddy loved my pussy. He made me in Mom, and now he enjoyed me. This was so amazing. My head tossed from side to side. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered. My cunt clenched. Juices flowed out of me.

He licked them all up. He devoured them. Drank them down. He pressed his face into my snatch and worshiped me. I groaned and gasped. My thighs squeezed about his face. My head tossed from side to side as his tongue flicked up to my clit.

He nibbled on my bud.

He sucked on it.

“Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, my gosh, Daddy! You love my pussy!”

“So much,” he groaned between sucks, his finger stroking my petals. “I want you to cum.”

“Yeeeeees!” I groaned.

I would cum so hard for my daddy. He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers caressed up and down my folds. His digits were incredible, knowing just how to touch me while his mouth sucked hard on my clit. My thighs tightened about his head, squeezing about him while I whimpered and groaned.

My orgasm swelled so fast. This was so exciting to experience. My daddy was loving me. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. My heart pounded in delight. The bed creaked as I squirmed my hips, rubbing my hot flesh against his hungry lips.

He nipped my clit.

I exploded in incestuous rapture.

My father made me cum.

My pussy convulsed hard. Juices gushed out of me, bathing his face as I heaved. My moans burst from my lips as the waves of ecstatic delight washed out of my cunt. They surged across my thoughts. they drowned me in ecstasy. It was wonderful. Amazing. My eyes fluttered. My hips wiggled from side to side. It was all so delicious. All so wonderful. It was intense, better than the climaxes my friends gave me.

My daddy gave me this rapture. He loved me. He pleased me. His tongue lapped up my juices. His hungry eyes stared up my body as I thrashed. The headboard creaked as I gripped it. The waves of ecstatic delight washed against my mind.

I drowned in incestuous bliss.

“Daddy!” I moaned. “I want you to pop my cherry! I want to make love to you!”

“Yes!” he growled and rose. He moved up my body so fast. I stared at his muscular torso above me. My eyes slid down his body to his cock.

He was so big. Could that really fit into my virgin pussy? My lips felt so small compared to that.

“Sam,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

I looked up into his eyes.

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

Steve Davies

“Yes, Daddy,” Sam answered, her voice throaty with her pleasure, her face flushed. I could see the fear, though, gleaming in her green eyes.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” I said. “Nothing more than a little ache when I pop your cherry. After that, you’ll love it.”

She nodded her head. Then her hand shot down and grasped my dick. My eighteen-year-old daughter guided me to her virgin pussy. I shuddered at the feel of her shaved snatch on my dick. She slid it up and down, coating me in her juices.

I made this pussy with her mother. I made this beautiful girl beneath me.

She pressed me against her hymen. Still staring into her eyes, I pushed forward with my cock. She whimpered as her hymen stretched before me. That thin membrane separated me from her depths. She whimpered, her face twisting in delight.

Then her cherry popped.

She gasped as I buried three inches into her. I groaned at how tight she was. Was Linda ever this tight when we first made love over two decades ago? Kyleigh wasn’t even that tight when I popped her cherry earlier this day. My daughter was a silky vice that felt incredible as I slid deeper and deeper into her.

She was so wet, though. So ready from her orgasm. I penetrated her. Her eyes widened. A smile spread across her lips as I buried to the hilt in her. She groaned, her thighs wrapping about my waist, her hands snaking around the back of my neck.

“Mmm, that does feel amazing,” she said. “You’re in me, Daddy! You’re in my pussy!”

“I am,” I groaned, savoring my daughter’s juicy snatch wrapped around me. This incredible bliss clutched me. My eyes widened as my hips shifted, stirring my cock around inside of her. “You are just so tight. Damn, you’re incredible.”

“Ooh, so are you, Daddy!” she moaned. “You can move in me. You can fuck me, Daddy!”

“I’m making love to you this time,” I said, lowering myself to her. “We can fuck later.”

“Daddy!” she cooed, her pussy squeezing like a vice around me.

I kissed her with her tart juices on my lips. She didn’t hesitate. She’d tasted her cunt before. She clutched me tight, her small breasts quivering beneath me. I drew back my hips through her tight embrace, the friction incredible.

I thrust back into her, burying to the hilt in my daughter’s tight snatch. She squeezed about me. I groaned, loving this. My tongue danced with hers. My hips pumped in and out of her snatch, driving again and again into her depths.

It was amazing. Incredible. This silky heat embraced me. This wondrous passion engulfed me. Our flesh slapped together. The bed creaked beneath us as I plowed my cock into her over and over. She whimpered beneath me, clutching me tight as our tongues danced.

I loved my daughter in a way no daddy should. Not unless he could edit reality.

Sam moved beneath me. Her hips undulated, stirring around my cock, giving me such pleasure. Every thrust into my daughter’s incestuous depths brought me closer and closer to erupting in rapture. My balls drank in the heat.

Her hands moved down my back, her fingernails biting into my flesh. I thrust harder into her as she moaned into the kiss. Her pussy squeezed down around me, increasing the friction as I pulled back. My cock’s tip throbbed in her.

“Damn,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. “You feel incredible, Sam!”

“You feel amazing!” she moaned, her green eyes glassy. “Oh, Daddy, you’re in me! This is everything I dreamed and more!”

“I love you,” I groaned.

She squealed. Her thighs tightened about my waist. Her fingernails dug into my back. Sam writhed beneath me, kissing at my lips and chin. Those three words unleashed such a passion in her. Her snatch bathed my cock, soaking me in her bliss.

I pumped harder, faster. I drove my dick into her juicy depths while the pleasure spilled through me. I groaned, slamming into her. Heady delight washed through me. I jammed into her. I buried again and again into her snatch.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she squealed, such taboo music to my ears.

This was so wrong. While my wife writhed with her lover, I fucked our daughter. I didn’t have to feel guilty at all. It didn’t matter that this was incest. With the app, I would make everyone accept it. Nothing wrong with this. We were consenting.

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” she moaned, her pussy clenching about my cock again, increasing that wonderful friction. My balls ached. “I’m going to cum again.”

“Don’t hold back!” I moaned. “Just let it explode over you! Let it fill you to the brim with so much passion!”

“I will, Daddy!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Her moans echoed through the room. They were such a delicious treat to hear. I groaned, savoring the sounds she made. I loved her passion, How it churned in her. The way it made her groan and shudder. Her head tossed from side to side while her pussy grew hotter and hotter.

I fucked her harder now. I drove into her with all my passion. My balls thwacked into her taint. They brimmed with my incestuous cum. Sam wasn’t on the pill. I could breed her fertile pussy. That thought didn’t bother me, either.

I would love to have a child with my daughter.

“Daddy!” she moaned.

“Just let it explode through you!” I groaned, the bed creaking. The air filled with her tart pussy’s musk and the salt of our bodies. That wonderful aroma of love-making. “Show me how much you enjoy my dick!”

“So much!” she squealed.

Pain flared across my back. She raked burning lines across me as she thrashed. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I slammed into her orgasming snatch, reveling in the way she writhed about me; how she teased me. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. Such joy surged through me as I pumped my cock in and out of my daughter’s snatch.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she moaned, her flesh rippling around my cock as I drove into her, sending pleasure spilling down my shaft. “Cum in me, Daddy! Spurt your seed in me! I want it!”

“Sam!” I moaned, my face twisting in rapture. My cock couldn’t take the ecstasy of her pussy any longer.

I rammed to the hilt in her and erupted.

My jizz spurted hot into my daughter’s snatch. I pumped her full of my jizz. Every blast sent a dizzying wave of passion through my body. Stars erupted before me. The incestuous rush of pumping my cum into my barely legal daughter hammered me hard. My mind melted.

Her pussy writhed about my cock. She milked it as I grunted. I kissed her, sharing this passion with her as I spilled more and more of my fertile seed into her pussy. Dizzying lust shot through me. This sensation was so familiar to me.

It reminded me of the first time I made love to Linda.

Sam’s pussy milked out the last spurt of my cum. My pleasure peaked then died into buzzing rapture.

“Oh, Daddy,” mewled Sam as I kissed and nibbled on her chin. “Oh, I love you so much.”

“No regrets?” I asked her.

“None!” she moaned. “Mmm, can we do it again?”

I grinned, such joy surging through me. I didn’t need to edit my daughter to enjoy this, but I never would have learned about her feelings without that app. It changed my perception of the world. Almost like I’d edited myself by discovering her true desires.

“We have all night to enjoy each other, kumquat.”

Sam kissed me again.

To be continued…

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CHAPTER 5

I stood in the lab, theoretically paying attention to the monitors before me and crunching numbers. But really, I was surreptitiously checking out the various women entering and leaving Mrs. Robinson’s office.

The posting had gone out across the college for female volunteers to participate in a biology study affecting human sexuality. It was a paid study, so there were many more girls signing up than positions needed, and Mrs. Robinson was able to select only the hottest co-eds on campus.

The more the beautiful girls went in and out, wearing skimpy clothing and flashing some skin, the more I felt my blood simmering. More than once, one of the co-eds would glance at me, startled, then scurry away as if they’d gotten caught checking me out.

This was going to be fun.

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Two hot blondes reclined side-by-side on the hospital bed in various states of undress, their bright blue eyes flashing in the fluorescent white lights. One’s hair fell in golden curls, the other sleek and straight. Blouses had to be opened and skirts hiked up to the waist to accommodate the electrodes and other sensors. Mrs. Robinson, clad in a clean white lab coat, used the remote control to adjust the fold in the bed until they were both comfortable.

Gabrielle and I were next door in the observation room, watching the experiment unfold through a large mirrored window and the test equipment monitors. I worried that with me in a separate room, any pheromone scent would be unable to travel to the test subjects. Gabrielle informed me that Mrs. Robinson had already dismissed that concern. My effect transcended normal senses.

Heidi and Isabelle were both members of the Delta Delta Delta Sorority. The Tri- Delt girls were some of the hottest babes on campus, but also notorious bitches. Both ladies were very pretty and they knew it. Even though they were in a closed room with no one else but a female college professor, they flexed their tanned legs and posed prettily to always ensure they looked their best. Both had huge, round breasts, unabashedly fake, barely tucked into expensive bras.

As their brief clothing shifted slightly with their every movement, I found myself becoming very interested in finding out what treasures lay hidden there. This was really going to be fun.

Mrs. Robinson told them to sit back, relax, and close their eyes, which they did obediently. She then left and joined us in the observation room. She set her clipboard down and then stood right behind me, looking into the room just over my shoulder. Then I felt a slight tickle as she brought her hands to my sides, rubbing slightly along my waist while I felt her hot breath against my neck. She had thought of everything.

Just staring at the two girls on the bed would not have been sufficient to make the experiment work. So Mrs. Robinson fell back on the most efficient way of achieving the proper effect. When I felt her hands in my crotch and her lips nibbling at my shoulders, I felt a twitch in my shorts in response. Gabrielle and I kept staring into the examination room the whole time, watching to see if there might be a reaction.

Mrs. Robinson kept up her assault on my willing body, and when she slipped her bare hand underneath my waistband and around my erection, my soft moan was matched by a louder moan from inside the examination room.

Both girls were visibly sweating, panting softly, biting their lower lips and showing all the tell-tale signs of arousal. As Mrs. Robinson kept jerking my rod, I felt the flames inside of me stoking higher while my eyes burned fire at the two blonde babes before my eyes.

Heidi and Isabelle were looking at each other, slightly confused at the feelings washing over their bodies. A girl getting horny talking to me at a social was one thing. A girl getting aroused while sitting on a hospital bed, eyes closed, with electrodes stuck to her skin was a completely different experience.

Heidi, the one with the curly hair, finally just shoved a hand down her skirt and started masturbating furiously, throwing her head back against the bed and moaning loudly. Isabelle was rubbing her own breasts and had a hand in her crotch but outside her skirt. Clearly, my effect induced general arousal, and not necessarily an attraction to me. They couldn’t even see me.

This theory was further evidenced when Isabelle just rolled over and tackled Heidi, and soon the two were exchanging sloppy kisses while trying to pull each other’s clothes off. Most of the electrodes got pulled off as well, leaving faded red circles in their skin where the adhesive had been.

Heidi got to the remote and lowered the bed to a flat position, and then the two of them moved around each other into a sixty-nine position and began to aggressively eat each other out.

Despite my focus on the examination room, my effect was not lost upon Gabrielle. She was panting herself, and had a hand in her own jeans while watching the pornographic scene before us. Mrs. Robinson, by now able to keep her hormones in check around me, motioned Gabrielle to me and moved herself away so she could study and objectively take notes on the events.

I looked away from the window briefly to kiss Gabrielle on the lips, then I moved her body in front of me, molding her against my chest and causing my crotch to press against her back side. One hand moved her jeans aside while I strummed her clit and the other hand snaked beneath her lab coat and under her shirt to cup a firm breast. And then I continued to fondle the slender lab assistant while we all watched the experiment’s success.

Of course, there was still more data to gather. I kept fingering Gabrielle until she had a quiet orgasm. And then Mrs. Robinson was motioning for me to enter the room. I let Gabrielle go, and then followed my professor through the doorway.

The two sorority sisters were still in the throes of their latest climaxes, and barely noticed our entrance. But when I stood next to the bed and started to peel off my clothing, we had their full attention.

Mrs. Robinson had a blood sample gun and calmly took quick blood samples of both girls and then left the room. The blondes submitted calmly and then returned their focus to me, more specifically, to my erection pointing into the air. Our next steps became clear.

Isabelle rolled Heidi onto her back, with legs hanging over the bed and leaving Heidi’s wet crotch at the edge of the bed. Heidi spread her legs in offering, and I stepped between her spread thighs. She cooed at me as I leaned over her and sank my shaft down her tunnel as deep as I could go. She sighed happily as I parted her folds and began to lightly thrust into her, making the globes on her chest wobble enticingly. I propelled my hips against Heidi, and she wrapped her legs around my butt and arched her back, shoving as much of her crotch against me as we moved with an easy rhythm.

Isabelle settled her hips over Heidi’s head while facing back at me, closing her eyes as she felt Heidi’s tongue spearing into her. Then she lowered herself down so she could alternately lick at my rod and the pussy I was splitting open.

The three of us kept up a fast rhythm, and I found that I was already at the edge of cumming after warming up with Mrs. Robinson and Gabrielle earlier. I held back just long enough to give Heidi a muffled orgasm, then with my pride sated, I let loose, filling this beautiful stranger’s quim with my jizz.

When I groaned and pulled myself out, still standing at the foot of the bed, Isabelle crept off of Heidi and reached out to suck on me, eager for her turn. I simply rested my hand on top of her head as she bobbed up and down on me, bringing life back to my rod.

Heidi got to the bed remote again and raised up the back so she could sit up and rest, watching her naked friend blowing me while cupping her own perfectly round tits and feeling my cum oozing out of her.

Once Isabelle was satisfied with my hardness, she turned around and got off the bed before turning and lying forward across the bed, bent forward at the waist. This put her in the perfect position to return the oral favor to Heidi while leaving her ass wriggling back at me.

Heidi simply let her head loll around, enjoying the pleasure as Isabelle lapped at her wet mound, slurping up the combined cum from her box and urging her friend to suckle harder at her clit.

I settled in behind Isabelle, holding her asscheeks in my hands as I lunged forward and speared my new erection into her dripping wetness. I thrust only a few short times before she was quaking with a new climax, her juices trickling out from our joining and dribbling down her leg.

I fucked Isabelle’s pussy for several minutes, enjoying the warmth and wetness. But then I pulled out, and with my hands holding her open to me, I pressed the head of my cock at her other hole. Isabelle lifted her head out from between Heidi’s legs and gasped as the crown popped through her sphincter, and then she moaned as my shaft descended into her ass.

Isabelle raised up her torso while I fucked her ass, bracing her hands on the bed, her arms straight with her head hanging down between her shoulders as she felt me reaming her out. I pressed my chest against her sweaty back, wrapping my arms around her waist while I raised my hands under her heavy breasts which were gyrating with our every motion.

I rested my head on Isabelle’s shoulder, my eyes locked in on Heidi’s gorgeous body while she continued to play with herself and bite on her lip seductively. Isabelle’s pants and screams sounded off in my ears while I plowed up her backside.

Eventually, I lifted Isabelle back until we were both standing fully upright, joined at our hips. Her head lolled back against my chest and I began fucking her furiously while I dropped one hand down into her crotch. She could barely stand, quivering in my arms while I simultaneously titillated her nether regions and violated her asshole.

Isabelle’s whole body began shaking as a powerful orgasm swept through her, dumping a load of her honey onto my hand as her ass muscles clenched tightly around me. Soon after I watched as Heidi, still reclining on the bed, trembled with a fresh climax spreading through her as well.

Finally, Isabelle’s sphincter unclenched and I was able to let loose, bursting a torrent of sperm into her anal chute. I roared out as my orgasm overtook me, and when I was done pumping her body full of cum, I let go of her and she collapsed forwards facedown onto the bed, her asshole still gaping wide and trickling out a little bit of white jizz.

My legs were weak, and I staggered around for a minute before the door to the observation room opened and both Mrs. Robinson and Gabrielle walked in, looking professionally scientific in their white lab coats, clipboards, and composed demeanors.

Heidi let Mrs. Robinson take a new blood sample from her, post-coital. Isabelle was still half-conscious on the bed and offered no resistance as well.

“Thank you both for coming. I hope you enjoyed the experience.” Mrs. Robinson paced the room. “We need to keep you here for one hour of observation and another blood check. But beyond that, if we need anything else further we will let you know.”

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Heidi and Isabelle were not the last test subjects. We repeated the procedure with a number of beautiful and willing students: sometimes solo, sometimes not. And after a full battery of tests with dozens of girls, we had a sample size we felt we could trust given our results. The intensity would vary somewhat, but every female was affected by me, 100 percent.

One thing we DID find out was that while every female felt extremely elevated arousal levels, that did not necessarily mean they were attracted to me. In several instances, test subjects would aggressively pursue either Mrs. Robinson or Gabrielle and ignore me completely. Still, even the most hardcore lesbians (pre-exam) would eventually find themselves desperately horny and mate with me if I was the only available option.

All of this testing was physically quite enjoyable for me, but I quickly tired of the experiment routine. Also, after frequent doses of my sperm (whether oral, vaginal, or anal), both Gabrielle and Mrs. Robinson were virtually immune to my effect. Natural, unassisted attraction still led to a few encounters, but for the most part things were back to normal between the three of us.

Also, I had learned to see Mrs. Robinson as the professor, a human being, and no longer the fantasy woman of my dreams. Quite simply, the mystique of “I’m fucking Mrs. Robinson” started to lose its appeal. So I started looking for greener pastures. We had no real connection, nothing in common.

The biological research moved into more of a blood testing and chemistry phase, so we closed the intercourse experiment and my free time was back. Besides, there was still a school to attend. Classes were boring, but my social life increased dramatically.

Our experiments had zero effect on a girl’s memory, and soon dozens of gorgeous co-eds on campus were gossiping about me and the most incredible sex of their entire lives.

It was late on a Wednesday when Heidi dropped by my place. She flipped her peroxide blonde hair and giggled childishly while seductively inviting me to a Tri- Delt party they were having Friday night. It was invitation-only, and I would be one of the very few males present. It was also a lingerie party, so I was to attend ready to strip.

My eyes lit up at the thought of spreading my ?-pheremones throughout a house full of hot scantily-clad sorority chicks, and I agreed easily. That little thought was enough to get Heidi’s blue eyes darkening and her breath into a soft pant, rubbing her thighs together unconsciously, but then she shook out of her reverie and started away down the hall.

Pity, I might’ve gone for a quickie.

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Part one of a story about a Brother and Sister end up having a great vaction yogether

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The ad plays on the tv for the fourth time since I sat down in front the tv. It’s like the satellite is trying to tell me something. I have been considering getting a few tickets for the last couple months. I want to take my sister out to that new resort, which she has been longing to go to.

Chelsea has been more helpful to me the last year than I can begin to describe. When I got t-boned by a semi, she left college, moved in with me, and took care of me. I got a huge settlement check for the wreck and want to thank her for her help with this as a gift.

My only real problem with it is that it’s an adult resort, aimed towards couples out together. We’d probably share a room and bed, and it would be an overall romantic kinda getaway. I’m close to Chelsea, but that might be kinda awkward.

As I sit there thinking about it, the ad comes back on as Chelsea walks through the room. She stops and leans over the back of the couch, saying,” That place looks so awesome! I wanna go!” She looks down at me laying across the couch, and asks,” Need anything?”

I reply,” No, I’m not crippled anymore, you know. You don’t have to tend to my every need anymore.” She blows air out her mouth in frustration, and says,” I know. I’m just bored. I’m stuck with nothing to do for the next four months until school starts back up. I was kinda enjoying helping my big bro out, you know? But, I guess I’m not needed no more…” She pouts her lower lip out sarcastically.

I lift my head and say,” Well, then I require a head massage, my young butler.” She zips around the couch and sits under my head. I rest my head in her lap. She runs her fingers through my short brown hair and scratches my scalp gently. She massages my head, temples, and forehead for almost 20 minutes as I slowly fall asleep. I wake up to her sliding herself from under me. I hear her kneel on the floor in front of my face. She pets my face gently with her full hand, and whispers,” Love you, big bro” Then she leans in and kisses me for a second. She then lays next to me and cuddles into my chest. I think to myself,” I’m gonna take her. I owe her that much.”

Five weeks later-

” Oh my God, I still can’t believe we’re going!”, Chelsea squeals happily as we walk up the ramp to get on the small ship. It’s still kind of dark, since it’s only 6 am. We’re getting ferried by a large yacht from the Brazilian coast out to the island. We don’t have any luggage with us because the resort has already put plenty of stuff in our room at the resort’s hotel.

Freedom island is a brand new island almost a hundred miles off the coast of Brazil. It was formed by an underwater volcano that erupted, which also caused a massive wave to hit the coast. Some young Billionaire gave Brazil 400 Million for ownership of the island, which helped pay for the damages. It took him three years to turn a massive black rock into the most exclusive resort in South America. It opened last year, and today is the first day of their new summer season.

Once we get aboard, we are met by the Captain of the ship, Captain Reed. She says loudly,” Let me be the first to welcome you aboard the ‘Serena’. If you will all follow me.”, and then she leads our group into the upper lounge. It’s a large room, with several couches, two bars, and a buffet table. Captain Reed said to the group,” Here is where you can relax during our trip to the island. We will arrive in a little over an hour. You can go out onto the deck, to the pool, or to any of the rooms on the two decks below us. I just ask that you don’t go below the main deck. Enjoy the complimentary food and drinks.” She turns around and walks out the lounge.

A large chunk of the people head to the buffet, since most skipped breakfast to get on here. Chelsea grabs my hand and pulls me behind her as she heads down a set of stairs two decks down. We walk down the hall to a door that has a vacant sign showing over the handle. We walk in and she locks the door behind us.

I suddenly get body slammed onto the bed. I’m laying on my back, wind knocked out of me, as Chelsea is laying on top of me, hugging me tight. She says,” Thank you so much for this Jack.” I hug her back and say,” I owe you a lot for leaving school to take care of me. It was the least I could do.”

She gets off me and slips off her sandals. I do the same, and then we lay down on the queen sized bed, her head resting on my shoulder. She says quietly,” I wonder what this is gonna be like. Most the island is solely aimed at couples. Lots of the games and challenges are on that point.” I shrug and say,” We’ll figure it out as we go. Shouldn’t be too bad.” Chelsea rolls onto her side, wraps her arm over my chest, and says,” Yeah, it’ll still be loads of fun. I’m gonna try to get some extra sleep real quick. I wanna have as much energy as possible for today. Wake me up before we arrive.” She snuggles her forehead into my neck and I put my hand on her side.

After a few minutes, I move my hand up and down her side, slowly and gently. She lets out a subtle, happy sigh, and I feel her move herself up my side. She now has her whole face in my neck, and I can feel her warm breathing on my skin. She also places her leg over my hips and legs. She hugs me tight with her arm and leg and stays like that. I lean my head against her forehead and continue rubbing her side.

After probably about 5 minutes of us staying like this, I feel her head move in ever so gently. I feel her soft, wet lips softly kiss my neck. She presses her lips in fully, and holds it. After a moment, her lips let up and kiss my neck a few inches higher, near the jaw bone.

She whispers,” I’m not bothering you, am I?” I reply,” Not at all.” ” Ok, good. I’m just a little excited is all. This place has servers called Halos who do any sexual request you want. I’m looking forward to trying that out.”, Chelsea says, giggling. She continues kissing my neck.

She stops kissing after a minute, and I feel a strange sensation on my neck. I realize that it’s Chelsea’s soft tongue on my neck as it slowly licks up my neck. I shiver from the feeling and Chelsea giggles sweetly in my ear. She whispers,” I can feel you growing under my leg. Am I turning you on?”

I shrug and reply,” What straight guy wouldn’t get turned on by a pretty girl kissing and licking their neck?” She rolls herself on top of my chest and rests her chin on her hands, which are on my upper chest. She’s smiling wide and her eyes are looking into mine. ” We could do this, you know?”

I ask,” Do what?” ” We could pretend we aren’t siblings for the week. We could pretend to be a couple out on vacation together.” I look at her weird and reply,” That would be kinda weird.” She adjusts her head on her hands, scooting her face a bit closer, and says,” Was that weird? Was it uncomfortable for me to kiss your neck, or lick you?” I shake my head and say,” I really didn’t about it. I just let you do you.”

She smiles and says,” Exactly my point. I think we could enjoy the place better too if we can do all the activities.” She leans forward and kisses me with her soft lips. She holds it, savoring the feeling. She pulls her head back and asks,” Sound like a plan?” I nod and say,” Ok, I guess it’d be fine.” She smiles and says,” Great! So how about we go get some food? I’m not gonna be able to sleep anyways.”

We get up and head back up to the lounge room. We walk up to the buffet to find it has been pretty well cleaned out. Chelsea lets out a quiet growl in frustration. Behind us, we hear an amused voice say,” Well, you should’ve ate before you went down to the rooms.”

We turn around to see a cute blonde girl in a white uniform, with her hands resting behind her back. She looks us both over really quick, then says,” Nice to see some younger people coming here. It seems like it’s mainly middle aged people coming to the island, trying to pretend they still know what fun is.”

Chelsea grins and extends out her arm, saying,” Hi, I’m Chelsea. This is my brother slash boyfriend, Jack.” I look at her confused as to why I was introduced by both titles. You can tell it caught the blonde off guard as she shakes Chelsea’s hand, replying,” Well, that sounds kinda interesting. I’m Sara by the way.”

She looks over her shoulder and says,” Not supposed to do this, but we have extra food in the employee break room. It’s the same as the buffet, but it’s for the crew when you all get off. But I can go get you a bit to hold you over.” She zips off behind a door and comes back a couple minutes later with two plates.

She hands them to us and says,” Here you go, but can you do me a big, easy favor? Take me back to your room with you. I’m the Captain’s personal errand girl, but double as one of the ship’s Halos. I’m tired of her making me run around nonstop. But it has to be a legitimate service. So think of something on the way.”

The three of us walk back down to the bedroom floor and duck into a room, but I can tell by the different color schemes that it’s a different room. Chelsea looks at me and asks,” You got anything for her?” I just shrug and shake my head. I have like ten things I’d like to do with her, but I’m being polite. Chelsea looks at Sara and says,” Ok, give us a show with breakfast. Strip down and show off that gorgeous figure.”

Me and Chelsea sit on the edge of the bed and start eating, watching Sara. As Sara is unbuttoning her dress shirt, she says,” That’s one of the tamest requests I’ve gotten. Usually guys are quick to screw me or have me blow them.” Chelsea replies,” Speaking of that, why do you work this job? You give in to all sexual demands from all kinds of people.”

As she slides down her white shorts, Sara grins and replies,” One, it’s $90,000 a year. Two, taxes don’t touch a cent of that, since the island is considered an independent country. Three, I get to live on the island. Four, it’s loads more fun than you’d think. Most the time, I’m just getting some CEOs rocks off real quick, which is kinda boring. But then there’s times like this. I’m strip teasing for the two of you, making you smile and have fun.” She slides off her pink panties and matching bra.

Chelsea blushes at the beautiful sight, and that makes Sara blush brighter. I fight to hide my growing dick from showing. I say outloud,” Hey Chelsea, didn’t you say you wanted to try licking a pussy?” She darts a glare at me, but then nods, blushing harder.

Sara walks over and lays on the bed, legs spread, and a huge smile on her face. Chelsea puts her food on the dresser and kneels between Sara’s feet. She whispers to me,” I’m so nervous! I don’t know how to do this!” I say,” Just feel your way through it. No-one expects you to be great. Just enjoy yourself.” She nods and leans toward.

I watch closely as Chelsea ‘s mouth comes within an inch of Sara’s light pink pussy lips. I whisper,” Slip your finger in and play inside too. It’ll get her going more.” I see her index finger slide in and her tongue make contact, then move up the bed and sit near Sara’s head. I rest her head in my lap and massage her temples. Sara says,” I’m usually the one giving massages or eating pussy. This is great!” She whispers real low,” Your sister really has no idea what she’s doing.” We both laugh. I lean down and kiss Sara, and we slowly make out as Chelsea does her thing.

Chelsea spends a good ten minutes eating Sara out, and I can tell by Sara’s breathing that Chelsea’s getting better at it. We hear a soft intercom ding noise, followed by the Captain saying,” All guests, we will be arriving at the island in fifteen minutes. I repeat, fifteen minutes.”

Chelsea pokes her head up, lower face shining from Sara’s juices, and asks,” Does that mean I need to stop?” Sara shakes her head, giggling, and says,” You can continue for about another ten. You look really cute from this angle, you know that?” Chelsea smiles, then looks at me and says,” My jaw kinda hurts. How about you take a turn.” Sara looks up at me and says,” Can you have sex with me please? I’m really turned on now.” I nod and move myself from under her, then get off the bed.

As I take off my shorts and boxers, I ask Chelsea,” Did you enjoy it? Was it everything you thought it’d be?” She nods and replies,” Yeah! That was so much fun! I didn’t know it tastes so good.”, then she licks her two fingers she used to finger Sara. I crawl onto the bed and put myself between Sara’s legs.

Sara says,” We have like 8 minutes, so don’t hold back.”, as she raises her hips to line up with my hard dick. I slide my dick in with ease, and can tell she’s had much bigger inside her than my 7 inch rod. I get inside, then lay on top of her and put my face in her neck. I bite her gently and start humping her roughly. She moans quietly and wraps her arms and legs around me.

I feel Chelsea come up next to me and I suddenly hear the two of them passionately kissing. After a minute, Chelsea says,” It sounds really wet!”, and giggles, then asks,” Where does he finish at?” I’m glad she asked, cause I completely forgot to. Sara says in a moanful voice,” It doesn’t matter. I’d prefer in my mouth so I don’t have as much to clean up later.”

After another few minutes, I say,” I’m almost there”, and I get off Sara, laying on my back. Sara goes to roll over, but is beaten to the punch by Chelsea. Chelsea lays over Sara and starts stroking my dick. I soon reach my climax point and Chelsea puts her mouth over my head as I squirt cum out hard. I see her swallow the cum and smile at me, saying,” I really have no idea why I did that. It was an impulse.” She then looks down at my dick, then back at me and says,” I hope you aren’t too satisfied, cause tonight, you’re going to do the same to me.”

We all three get up and get dressed before heading out onto the deck to get off. Before we get in the line, I give Sara a hug and say loud enough for only us three to hear,” Thanks for the food and great sex. Hope to see you on the way back.” Chelsea says at the same volume,” Even though it was my first time, that was the best pussy I’ve ever ate. You gotta let me know your secret.” Sara nods at both of us, smiling happily, and says,” I’m off the ship Thursday thru Saturday. I’ll come find you guys. You were by far my favorite clients. I might even be able to hang out today if I don’t get too much work from the Captain.” Chelsea lands a kiss on Sara’s cheek before we walk down the ramp

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Miranda watches porn with me and gets into my panties.

I had escaped the house again, running as always to my safe haven to get away from one of my father’s drunken tirades. On most days the small park was normally quiet and empty, and I could have the swings all to myself, letting all of my problems fly out of me.

Today was not one of those days.

Her arms were wrapped around the chains, rocking her feet against the ground so that she moved slightly back and forth. Her black hair hung in two braided pigtails on either side of her head, and a pair of glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. But what caught me was the lollipop that sat between her lips; lips that were as cherry red as the candy she was sucking on. I watched as her tongue swirled along the surface of the candy, licking and sucking until it glimmered with a sheet of her saliva.

I felt a flush of heat across my face, and something stirred between my legs. My eyes darted back up to meet hers and I saw her staring at me intently. She pulled the candy from her lips with a small pop, and smirked at me.

Her name was Miranda. She had moved to the town after her parents kicked her out. She would be attending the community college with me in the fall. After half an hour of a mostly one sided conversation, she invited herself back to my house.

I was a bit scared to take her back; I wasn’t sure what state my father would be in. But I didn’t have many friends, and so I was eager for the company. And Miranda was so dynamic I don’t think I could have refused her. Luckily when I opened the door I heard my father snoring on the couch, passed out in some alcohol induced stupor. I quickly led her past him and upstairs to my room, where I shut and locked the door.

Miranda made herself at home in my room. She walked around and touched my things. She jumped on my bed, her shoes still on, which made me cringe. As she sat there bouncing around excitedly, her eyes landed on my laptop sitting open on my desk. Something mischievous sparked in her eyes at that moment and she looked at me.

“Do you mind if I rub one off? We’ve been in the car for days, I haven’t had any release.”

My eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Rub one off…?

She hadn’t waited for me to respond. She had already bounded off the bed and crossed the room, sitting in the chair excitedly and pulling open a browser.

“I think I’m in the mood for some cocksucking, don’t you think?” she said as she typed something into the address bar and pressed enter.

A website popped up and a barrage of images appeared on the screen. I managed to move from my spot and walk up behind her to get a better look. Then I realized that the images were actually thumbnails of video clips with women and men in various states of undress. Full, rounded tits with hard nipples, pussies shaved bare and dripping wet, ass cheeks spread wide open, cocks stuffed into every possible hole, mouths licking and sucking hungrily at whatever they could latch on to… I stared at the screen, transfixed, but Miranda was busy typing something else into the search bar. Before she could finish, I managed to breathe out, “Miranda… what do you think you’re doing?”

She looked over at me, a mock innocent smile on her face. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never watched porn before?”

I blushed and lowered my eyes. It couldn’t tell her that the closest I had come to looking at porn was watching videos of girls kissing, that I was too afraid of my father to do anything more… when I didn’t respond, she smirked, and turned back to the screen and hit enter.

The page refreshed and the thumbnails changed: thick, long cocks shoved into mouths, cum and saliva dripping down the shafts, spread messily over pink, full lips; two tongues lapping at a swollen head, pre-cum glistening off the tip… My breath caught in my throat. I knew about porn, I knew about blowjobs… but I didn’t know about this.

Miranda was scrolling casually through the page, seemingly unfazed by the litany of dicks and the tongues flicking over them. She stopped scrolling, made a contented little noise, and clicked on one of the thumbnails.

The video popped up and started playing right in the middle of the action. My room was assaulted with gasps and moans, and a shot of fear spiked through me at the thought of my father waking and catching us. I told Miranda to turn it down, but she ignored me, fixated as she was on the scene playing out before her. Reluctantly, I turned my gaze towards the screen as well.

A woman with hair as dark as hers was on the screen, wearing a white t-shirt through which her nipples poked out, and short shorts that rode up her ass, tantalizing the viewer with promises of her soft round cheeks. She was leaned over, head buried in the crotch of some faceless man. The video jumped to a new angle and we saw the mouth glued to his cock. His dick was huge, and it seemed to grow even bigger at the tip. She deftly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, working him simultaneously with one of her hands. The camera pulled back as she lifted her mouth up off of his dick with a small pop. She opened her lips slightly, letting a drop of saliva fall onto the head of his cock. She rubbed it over the length of his shaft, one strand still clinging to her pouty lips. And then her mouth was back on his cock, and he was moaning in ecstasy and she was gasping around his prick and the heat was back, the stirring in between my legs, and I started shifting my weight from one leg to the other, trying to make the feeling go away…

Out of curiosity my eyes darted back over to Miranda, who hadn’t said a word, and now I could see why — her legs were spread wide open in the chair and her shorts had come off. One hand was rubbing small circles over her panties, where I could see a dark wet spot; the other was gently caressing her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. Her eyes were open and fixed intently on the scene before her. I toyed with the idea of letting my own hand sneak down to that spot between my legs, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

There was a new angle now, the camera behind the woman and pointing up at her ass. It swayed seductively from side to side as she continued to pump her mouth up and down on the man in front of her. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me at the sight of it. My hand trailed up the side of my body, my palm landing innocently on one of my breasts. They stopped in the middle of their action to take the woman’s shirt off, and the man began greedily licking at her tits. Another jolt through my body. They were small but perky, her nipples stiff and erect from his touch, and I squeezed my own as I stared at them.

The woman leaned back down and I was slightly disappointed at the loss of the sight of her boobs. She pushed the man’s cock up so it was flush against his stomach and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it gently past her lips, and poking her tongue out to lick the sensitive flesh. Then she was back on his cock, rubbing her lips up and down the shaft. The man grabbed her by her hair, held her head still, and began thrusting into her mouth. Yeah, bitch, that’s right… oh yeah, suck my cock… His voice, low and rough, rang out in the silence of the room.

“Yeah, bitch, you suck his cock… suck it real good…”

I was startled by the sound of Miranda’s voice. I looked over at her and my breath caught in my throat. Her shirt was pulled up, revealing her pert tits and the pink nipples that had been teasing me all day long. She was pinching them between her fingers, rolling them around until they were dark and swollen. I raked my eyes over her body, down to her legs, where I could see her panties hanging off one of her thighs. And her fingers… her fingers were sliding up and down the sides of the pinkest, most perfect pussy I had ever laid my eyes on. Well, the only pussy I had ever laid eyes on. She circled her middle finger around her clit, pressing down hard and pulling upwards so that her tiny red button was exposed. Then she ran her finger back down over her slit, dipping it into her dripping wet cunt, shoving her finger deep inside. When she pulled it back out it was slick with her juices, and she spread them over the entirety of her pussy, making it glisten with her excitement.

I could barely breathe; my face was hot, but that space between my legs was hotter. I hadn’t touched myself there, not in a long time, not since my father had barged in one day and caught me with my hand halfway down my pants… But he wasn’t here now, he was downstairs, passed out drunk, and the only thing that was here now was Miranda, and the only things that mattered were the sweet moans emanating from her throat and the way her fingers expertly worked her soaking wet pussy, bringing her ever closer to the brink of orgasm…

I wasn’t paying attention to the video anymore, but Miranda was. I could still hear what was happening, though, and the man’s breathing seemed to quicken and become shallow. Miranda’s eyes were half-lidded, never wavering from the action on the screen. I let my hand trail down my body and rest on my own pussy. I could feel the heat against the palm of my hand, and slowly I pressed my fingers against myself. A shiver ran through my body at the contact.

Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh god I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum all in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every bit of it…

Miranda was moaning in ecstasy, her fingers moving faster, working herself desperately. Her tits rose with every shallow breath she took. “Yeah, you fucking cum in her mouth, cum all over her slutty little tongue…” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was mesmerizing. The way she talked while she got herself off sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

I darted my gaze back down to her pussy. One finger was frantically rubbing her clit, pressing hard against the nub. Two fingers from her other hand were shoved deep inside her pussy, thrusting in and out, pumping rhythmically with the man who was now face fucking the woman on the screen. They were both so close…

Oh god, I’m cumming! Fuck, suck my cock, oh god yeah, take it bitch, take it all down your throat…

“Yeah, you cum all over her filthy tongue! Suck it, bitch, oh god, I’m gonna cum…!”

Miranda threw her head back and cried out, eyes leaving the screen for the first time, pressing her fingers against herself feverishly, as the orgasm crashed through her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She convulsed in the chair, bucking against her fingers and moaning loudly. I felt I could cream myself just at the sight.

She didn’t come back over the next day, or the day after that, or the day after… I went to the park several times, hoping to see her there, but she never showed. My days were filled with obsessive thoughts of her, of her sweet, wet pussy, of the way she moved her hands so expertly over herself, of the sounds she made when she was reaching climax… At night I would find myself waking up in a state of horniness that I’d never experienced before, my panties soaking from dreams of her. One night I stuck my hand down my panties and began to rub myself, circling my fingers around my clit just as she had, pushing inside my wet pussy and trying to make myself cum. But I couldn’t.

I was sexually frustrated for days on end, especially since I couldn’t make myself cum no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I thought of her. Maybe I just wasn’t doing it right. One day, out of anger at her disappearance and frustration at my lack of self-pleasuring abilities, I ran outside of the house, ignoring my father’s unintelligible screaming, heading in the opposite direction of the park.

I walked for I don’t know how long, hoping the air would clear my head, but the silence of the streets only caused thoughts of her to stick out more in my mind. Where had she gone…? I didn’t know if I was angrier at her disappearing without a trace, or at myself for feeling so absolutely smitten with her.

Suddenly I heard a rustling noise to my right and two figures emerged from a small cluster of trees. One of them was a tall boy with brownish hair and a stupid grin plastered across his face. The other was… Miranda?

She strutted out of the trees, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Her hair was slightly messy, and something white and glistening clung to the corner of her mouth. The boy kept flicking his eyes over at me. He seemed quite uncomfortable at me being here. As my eyes traveled down his body I saw that his pants were unzipped and that his cock was hanging out, shimmering wet and slowly losing its erection. He reached down and hastily began to stuff himself back into his pants. I looked back up at Miranda. Her eyes met mine, and my heart seemed to jump into my throat, but she made no acknowledgement of me and turned to face the boy.

“Pay up, hun,” she said, staring up at him through her eyelids and holding out her hand.

The boy, after he finished making himself decent, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill, which he thrust into Miranda’s hand. Then he rushed past me, not looking at my face. Miranda’s hand closed around the bill and she began to walk, her only sign of my acknowledgement a wink as she made her way past me.

I stared after her, incredulous, and then began to follow her.

“Miranda!” I called out. “Hey, wait!”

She didn’t slow down, her hips rocking from side to side with each step she took. I tried to stop the heat from coming, but it was hard, watching her ass sway seductively in front of me. I shook my head and hurried to catch up to her. Once I was in step with her I asked again.

“Miranda, what the hell was that?”

She looked over at me. “I sucked his dick. He gave me twenty bucks.” She seemed entirely unfazed.

I blinked confusedly, not sure what to say.

We walked a few more yards and then she turned right into a driveway with one small car in it. Was this her house…? My assumptions were confirmed as she strode up to the door and pushed it open.

There were boxes in various states of being unpacked, filling the mostly empty living room. A few pieces of furniture had been set out, and various suitcases dotted the remaining space. Miranda walked straight through and headed to the stairs in the back. She led me up the stairs and down a hallway to a door that was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and went in, me trailing along after her.

Her room was bigger than mine, but a lot emptier. There was a bed against one wall and a dresser with a TV mounted to it across from it. There were boxes and suitcases all over the floor, and clothes, shoes, and other belongings covering everything.

“Sorry I’ve been MIA for a while,” she said, walking over to her bed. “I’ve been busy.” She began to sweep everything on it down onto the floor. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

Once the bed was clear, she climbed onto it, reached over and grabbed her laptop off of a nightstand, and settled down, opening it. I walked over to the bed and joined her, sitting uncomfortably on one corner.

“My roommate’s out,” she said, looking up at me, a devilish grin playing on her face. “Thought I’d make the most of it.” She looked back down at the screen, and I began to blush, anticipating another episode where I got to watch her work her pussy.

“I’ve already had cock for today…” she mused, typing away at the keyboard. “Think I’m in the mood for some girl on girl action, what about you?” She didn’t look up at me, didn’t see the red flush that deepened in my cheeks.

“Got one.” I raised my eyes to look at her, and she grinned up at me. “Hey… wanna see what I can do with this?”

She didn’t wait for my answer, instead getting up from her bed and walking her laptop over to the television. She pressed the power button on the TV, then reached behind it and grabbed a thick cord, which she began to attach to the side of her computer. On her screen I could see a video pulled up; it was paused, and two girls lay on top of each other, their mouths pressed together. I could feel myself growing wet.

Once the computer was connected the screen from her laptop was duplicated on the TV screen, and the two girls were magnified. Miranda looked over at me excitedly and grinned before pressing play on her laptop and rejoining me on the bed.

I had scooted farther up onto the bed, turning to face the television, my eyes growing wide.

They were kissing, mouths glued to each other, blonde and brunette heads leaning left and right as they licked and sucked at their lips and tongues. It was wet and messy: strings of saliva hung between their tongues when they pulled apart. The blonde girl took the brunette girl’s bottom lip into her mouth and began sucking on it gently. Their tongues danced and twirled around, trying to taste as much of the other as possible, their moans of pleasure disappearing down each other’s throat.

There was no denying how incredibly turned on I was at that moment. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to break my concentration, didn’t want to miss any of the action on screen. I could hear Miranda moving around behind me, and briefly I wondered whether she was trying to get naked, but then the camera angle shifted and she was put out of my mind for a moment.

The brunette leaned down and took the blonde’s left nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and pinching the right one in between her fingers. She rolled the little nub between her thumb and index finger, flicking her tongue quickly across the one in her mouth. The blonde girl had her eyes closed, moaning and mewling at the sensations, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips.

I felt Miranda move behind me again, felt myself sink backwards a little as she moved on the bed. I could hear her breathing get a bit closer, and realized that she must be moving towards me. I didn’t dare look behind me; not just because I didn’t want to miss a thing, but because I was anxious about what she was going to do. Anxious and excited.

The brunette took her mouth off of the blonde’s nipple and began to lick a path back up her body, landing on her neck, where she began to suck gently. She continued to squeeze at one of the blonde’s tits. The blonde girl raised one of her hands and tangled it in the brunette’s hair, pulling her closer to her body.

Suddenly I felt cool air hitting my neck as my hair was pulled away from it. Miranda was directly behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel her breath hitting me, and it made my hair stand on end. My breathing became quick and shallow, and then I felt her lips on my neck and my heart stopped.

She began lapping at my skin, swirling her tongue around, biting and sucking gently at my neck. I cocked my head to the side to give her better access. She moved forward so that her body was pressed flush against mine; I could feel her nipples poking against me. She brought her hands around to the front of my body and began to squeeze my tits, flicking her fingers over my nipples through my shirt. I moaned slightly, and she grabbed my shoulders and began to push me back onto the bed.

She climbed over me, straddling my waist and holding my wrists down onto the bed. Her eyes had grown dark with lust, visible even through the lens of her glasses. My breath couldn’t get any shallower, and I was growing restless beneath her, and then she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine and every thought was chased away.

The kiss was heady and fierce. She immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth and began running it along every surface she could reach. I had never kissed anyone like this before, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I tried to match her movements, letting my tongue dance around her lips and her own tongue. She managed to wrap her lips around my tongue and began sucking at it, as if she were sucking on some guy’s cock, at it felt so incredible that my thoughts of inadequacy melted away, and I pushed up into her, suddenly matching her kiss with an equal ferocity.

We weren’t paying attention to the movie anymore, but the moans of the girls on the screen continued to ring out into the room. Miranda began to move downwards over my body, pushing my t-shirt and my bra up and revealing my own erect tits. She wasted no time in latching on to one of them, sucking and biting at the nipple. I writhed beneath her, crying out in simultaneous pain and pleasure. I had never felt anything like this in my entire life. I reached out and grabbed her head, pushing her against me, trying to stuff as much of my breast as I could into her mouth. She moved from one to the next, biting and sucking, twirling the sensitive buds between her fingers.

I was growing wetter by the second, and I felt like my pussy was on fire. As if she had read my mind, Miranda sat up in front of me and grabbed at my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of my legs as quickly as she could. She pushed my knees apart, spreading my legs wide so that the only thing separating her from my dripping wet cunt was a thin slip of white cotton.

She leaned down slowly, stopping just inches away from my pussy, and inhaled deeply. “God, you smell so good…” she breathed. She thrust her face forward and stuck out her tongue, giving my pussy a long, slow, agonizing lick through the fabric. I moaned low and long, as she continued licking slowly up and down me, relishing in the feeling of her tongue through the fabric. After she had enough of teasing me, she began to slide the panties down my thighs and my legs until they were off and tossed onto the floor.

I could smell the musky scent of my arousal. My cunt was sopping wet and throbbing. I had never felt so aroused in my entire life. The few times I touched myself, I had never come close to being this worked up. I didn’t think it could get any better, but then Miranda’s tongue was back on my cunt, this time with no fabric in the way, and it was oh my fucking god, the wetness and roughness of her tongue sliding in and around my dripping slit. She licked her way up to my clit, swirling her tongue around it and flicking it rapidly. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking lightly, and then harder and harder until I was practically screaming in ecstasy beneath her.

“Oh, god, Miranda! Oh shit, that feels so–! Fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop…”

She had no intention of stopping. She continued sucking on my clit, flicking her tongue against it as she did so, and then I felt another sensation, her fingers stroking my slit, up and down, trying to find my entrance. And then one finger slipped inside, dipping into my pussy, and I bucked underneath her, moaning and cursing with abandon. She worked it in and out, fucking me with her finger while she sucked on my swollen clit. I could feel my juices streaming out of me, and then a heat began to pool in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel myself began to pulse and throb faster around her fingers. I felt another finger poking at my slit, and then she pushed it inside as well, and she began pumping them in and out as fast as she could, all the while sucking on my clit, and I was a writhing mess beneath her, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. And then the warmth began to intensify, and my clit throbbed in her mouth, and my cunt began to clench around her fingers, and then my orgasm shot through me. I arched my back, thrusting my cunt down onto her fingers, reaching with my hands to push her head as hard as I could against my pussy, screaming and crying out as waves and waves of the most intense pleasure I had ever felt crashed through me.

Miranda ran her tongue lazily over my pussy, licking up my juices, letting me ride the wave of ecstasy until it died down. The room was silent but for the sound of her tongue lapping between my legs, and I noticed vaguely in the back of my mind that the video had stopped. After a while Miranda sat up, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth and smirking at me.

“Did you like that?”

I blushed and averted my eyes. Saying I liked it would have been a gross understatement.

Then she began to undress in front of me, pulling her shirt up over her head and wriggling out of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She sat back against the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide, running her fingers over her own cunt. I stared at the pretty pink folds, mesmerized as she moved her finger about herself. “Now it’s time for you to return the favor, isn’t it?”

My eyes grew wide at this statement. Return the favor? Did she want me to do the same thing to her? A small shock of anxiety shuddered through my body. There was no way I could do what she had done to me.

“But… Miranda, I can’t…”

“Bullshit,” she interrupted me. “It’s only fair. I lick your snatch, you lick mine. I make you cum, you return the favor. That’s just how it works. You got it?”

I was still lying back on the bed, afraid to move, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit excited at the prospect of tasting another girl’s cunt… Admittedly my fantasies for Miranda hadn’t gone any further than kissing her and wanting to watch her masturbate in front of me again, but after the video, and after what she had done to me…

“Come on, I’m horny as fuck and I want to cum.”

I turned over and crawled towards her, leaning down so that my face was between her legs, inches from her pussy. I stared at it, reaching up with one hand and running my finger down the middle of her, feeling the increase in wetness as I neared the entrance to her vagina. She shuddered above me and sighed contentedly. I brought my hand up to my face and licked at my wet finger. It was like nothing I had tasted before, bittersweet in a way that was hard to describe. I stuck out my tongue and placed it at the base of her slit, licking upwards in one smooth stroke, flicking my tongue against her clit as I went. I heard a low groan escape her throat, so I repeated the motion, licking slowly upwards, spreading her juices over her pussy with my tongue.

“My clit… suck on it… I’m already… so close…”

Her words were breathless, and I peeked up at her, watching her run her fingers over her nipples. I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to suck on it gently, swirling my tongue around it, and her moans deepened and I felt her legs start to shake.

“Unh, god, that’s it… suck it… suck it harder…”

I did as she asked, sucking her clit harder, pulling it roughly into my mouth. A string of curses flowed out of her mouth, punctuated by pleasurable moans and cries of ecstasy. She reached down with one hand and shoved two fingers into her dripping slit, pumping them in and out rapidly. With her other hand she pressed down on my head, pushing me into her pussy, grinding my face against her clit.

“Oh shit! Oh, fuck yeah I’m gonna cum… oh god, suck it… fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your face…!”

She was bucking underneath me, thrusting her fingers as fast as she could, matching her thrusts with her hips, and all the while I was sucking as hard as I could, swirling my tongue around every inch of her pussy I could reach, loving the taste of her juices as they flowed out of her and into my mouth.

And then she screamed, a long unbroken cry of pleasure, convulsing and thrusting upwards, pushing my head into her crotch, juices flowing out of her as her pussy clenched and pulsed around her fingers.

She sighed deeply and relaxed beneath me, running her fingers through my hair. I continued to lick at her cunt, lapping up her juices, relishing in the taste of her.

“You did a good job,” I heard her say. “Now I won’t have to charge you twenty bucks.”

I looked up at her, and she smirked down at me.

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Ed finds another teacher witnessed him with Becky and walks in on his wife with Judy.

What is wrong with me? My wife, the woman of my dreams, and most perfect girl in the world, had never gotten me to cum with just her hands and mouth. But on lunch break of the first day back teaching high school Algebra, Becky, my teenage adulteress cheerleader, and while only a virgin up until I took that from her a month ago, became the first woman in my whole life to succeed where dozens had failed.

At one Greek fund raiser in college I made over $200 proving that fact for the chagrin of many friends and girlfriends, even Rachel, my future wife, was one of the ‘contestants’. But that one simple act had changed my whole world. Before then I was a husband who loved his wife, and was just helping out a young woman with self discovery and loose some sexual needs that my wife couldn’t meet at the time.

Afterwords I couldn’t keep that fantasy. On some level I had to admit to myself that I loved Becky. I still loved my wife, and now… I was so confused. I want to be a good man. A good husband. A good father. A good… adulterer? Polygamist? Cheating bastard, more like. God damn my complicated life.

I felt like a robot. The next day Becky was a proper student the whole day, and that afternoon I went to her house, on schedule. I followed her up to her room, and she sat me on her bed. I think she realized I was in a quandary because she decided to entertain me and danced for me as she stripped from her school clothes. She took control and soon was riding my rigid cock into oblivion, hey young body sucking up the cum that my body had no choice but to yield to her eager womb.

Soon I showered, dressed, kissed her goodbye, and then went home. Judy was just about to leave as she and Rachel had been talking at the dinner table over tea. I assembled my teaching papers a bit for tomorrow before bed and almost routinely found that as the night grew late, with a few kisses and gentle rubs from Rachel, my wife was soon riding my cock, same as my younger lover had been only four hours ago.

As a fresh dose of my semen was pulled from my overactive balls and collected now by my wife’s fervent pussy, I wondered if I was in control of my life at all, or did the women in my life just take what they wanted from me. Did they love me for me, or just my cock? Did I love them or was it just animal instinct?

I felt emotionally lost in a sea of love. I wanted to lash out, explode in angst, take it out on someone like I kind of had with Becky in the classroom, but I couldn’t do that again. The next day I called and explained to Rachel that another of my students was looking for help, Lisa Cohen, one of Becky’s classmates, with prepping for the SAT’s, but unlike Becky, she was actually interested in the test. Rachel was OK with this, while when I told Becky after class about it she was unsure. I think she was worried that I’d drop her for the next girl to come along, but she said she understood.

On Thursday morning things were going as normal, even Becky and Lisa’s class until it ended and then both girls came forward to my desk at the same time.

Becky confidently spoke to me like it was a job, “Hey Mr. Font, I was talking about the tutoring you were giving me with Lisa, and she’d like to come over to study with us after school at my place. Would that be OK?” She would have won the Oscar had this been filmed. I think she was setting up to make sure that I would do anything with Lisa. It hurt a little that she didn’t trust me, but she was just being as territorial as she could without seeming to be.

“Well, it’s your mother’s house Rebecca, so as long as she knows it’s OK with me.” Not even her mother calls her Rebecca, and I’d remembered back when I’d had her as a much younger student when I had been teaching sixth grade and she had made a stink about being called her full name.

I don’t think the message was lost on her, but she just smiled and said, “Sure, no problem. See ya then.” Lisa then quietly thanked me and followed Becky out the door into the noisy hallway and out of sight.

Lunch was quiet as I sat and ate in piece. Then I spied Christine Johnson, the young biology teacher right across the hall from him. She had just started, fresh out of an Ivy League college last year, only in her mid-twenties. She was very shy and quiet when not talking about science, but she was pretty in that librarian sort of fashion. She had simple but stylish glasses and wore her brown hair in a tight bun on her head. Thinking that I haven’t talked to her much in over a month I picked up my food and walked across the hall and into her room.

She looked nervous as I entered, but in a way she didn’t often look with me. We’d always been friendly after we’d gotten to work across from each other last year, but this year had been so crazy so far that I didn’t really blame her.

“Hi Christine. Mind if I eat with you?”

“Oh… Uh… No… Please.” She stammered.

I sat on her desk and we ate. I tried again to bring up something to talk about, “So, I’m a father of twin girls.” I fished out my wallet and held out a picture of them to her. “This one is Kristine and that’s Katherine… or at least I think that’s the way it is, they are twins,” I laughed.

She laughed a little and smiled, but it looked like something was bothering her, but she didn’t say what. “They are very beautiful,” she instead said simply, and we continued on with lunch in silence and I noticed her cheeks were flushing.

I was used to her normally being a shy person, but I’d thought I’d broken her shell as she used to talk animatedly about her class and students just a month ago. I almost laughed out loud as I remembered her blushing fiercely one day we had lunch last year. It took some gentle pressing to find out what was wrong, but she eventually withdrew a folded piece of notebook paper from her desk and handed it to me.

On it was a sketch of her, but naked, with huge breasts compared to her real not too small breasts, and her lower abdomen was transparent, showing all her reproductive tract in quit nice detail, including a growing baby in her uterus. She then talked in an almost frantic state about how a young male student had given this to her with his homework and had been very proud of it, but as soon as she’d seen it she was terribly worried about what to do about it.

I had told her at the time to ignore it and if he gave her another to refuse it, say it was flattering, but that is more the realm of art than science. She thought that made sense and took back the artwork and hid it back in her desk. She never mentioned anything like that again.

She’d been flustered at the time, and her manner now reminded me of that instance. It was cute really, and I must have made a sound because she blushed even more as she stared at me.

“Did something happen in class?” I asked, “Another young artist this year? I didn’t think you did reproduction until much later in the year though?”

Christine looked confused at first, but then remembered and blushed even harder as she remembered the incident of last year. “Oh… A… No… But…” she was at a total loss of words.

I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts. She seemed to buckle under any pressure from others and I’d mentioned many times how she had to really stand up for herself more. One time I’d happened to notice how she was letting kids come in late to her class last year. A few well practiced and stern words the next day did the trick and she was ecstatic at how well it had worked, but rarely had the words on the spot when presented with a social problem.

She took a deep breath and looked like she was in confession when she spoke quietly, but without looking me in the eye. “I saw Rebecca Whitmore in your class at lunch yesterday.”

<CRACK!> went my brain. I thought my world was about to collapse. I knew this house of cards that I’d build would crash down eventually, but I never thought it would be caused by sweet and shy Christine. “Oh…” was all I could say.

The room was completely silent for several minutes, both of us blushing, thinking nervously. Eventually I spoke again, “I never meant for that to happen, but she… Becky… is very forward.” And again the room returned to silence.

Christine finally spoke up, “So… you’ve had sex with her?”

Panic attack! Do I lie or tell the truth. I was so nervous that I knew I couldn’t lie convincingly. It would just come out forced, so I had no choice and confessed with a whispered, “Yes.”

I couldn’t look at her after I’d said it so I just looked at my lunch in still more silence until my watch beeped loudly in the empty room. ‘Saved by the bell!’ I thought as I turned off my warning alarm before the end of lunch, I just wished it’d come three minutes earlier. Thinking quickly I stood and said, “Look, I promise I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow at lunch, just please… don’t tell anyone until you know the whole story?” I looked at her hopefully.

I finally looked at her again and she looked shocked still, like I’d told her I just killed her cat. “Lunch tomorrow… OK?” I repeated, and then the end of lunch school bell rang. I couldn’t wait for her, and just ducked out into the hall and walked back to my own and dumped my half-eaten lunch into the trash. I wasn’t hungry anymore anyway.

Classes went by maddeningly slowly, and the end of day couldn’t come fast enough. I was flustered and distracted, and quickly got in my car and drove straight home. Strode strait into my bedroom and was promptly confronted with an unexpected scene.

There was my wife, naked on the bed, but she wasn’t alone. On top of her, equally naked was Judy Whitmore, Becky’s mother and our one-time threesome partner, with one hand with fingers probing my wife’s pussy and her mouth latched onto one of her lactating breasts. She slurped up her mouthful of baby-milk and they both shrieked in surprise as I’d burst in on them so quickly.

I was in shock as I’d not expected to find this. Almost sensing the tension the two babies in their cribs, now in the living room started to cry. Rachel, almost in tears, ran to them past me while Judy, still quite naked, stood and put her hands on her hips after flipping her wild red hair back from her face.

“What are you doing here mister!” she said sternly.

“What?” I couldn’t think, too many things were happening to me today.

“It is Thursday. You’re supposed to be tutoring Becky and her friend at my house.” She just stared me down, but I found my eyes dropping from hers to her lovely giant breasts that were just pointing out at me.

She sighed loudly and grabbed one of my wife’s robes, putting it on to cover herself than walked closer to me. Getting my attention back to those harsh emerald eyes of hers, looking at me like a mother scolding her child. “Ed, Becky called me to ask if a friend of hers could get some tutoring in Algebra for her SAT’s also… At my house… Remember?”

That turned my light bulb on. “Oh right! Lisa Cohen, damn!” I turned and with that back in my mind ran out the door, back into my car and sped to the Whitmore house.

On arriving I normally would find Becky waiting for me at the door, but this time did not. I rang the doorbell and only waited a few seconds until I heard quick, hard footfalls coming down the stairs by the door. Becky, smiling brightly and breathing a little quickly opened the door. “Mr. Font, please come in. Lisa is in my room, please,” she said ushering me in and up the stairs.

I didn’t look behind me but could sense Becky following me up and I quickly turned and entered her pink room to see Lisa looking up from her book at Becky’s desk. Becky peeled off into another room and quickly brought in another chair for me before throwing herself roughly onto her bed. I looked at her seriously and she shot back, “I’ve only GOT two chairs upstairs. It is OK, I like the bed. I do some of my best studying here.”

She smiled as the inside joke and I quickly turned away back to the desk and pulled out an SAT prep book and began to get into actually teaching how to take the math section of the SATs. It seemed so strange to now actually be doing what Becky and I had used as a cover story to our affair. It was almost relaxing except for the simple silent movements Becky would make sometimes when Lisa was deep in thought bent over her book; a simple brushed hand on her breast, a flip of her hair, or crossing and uncrossing her legs.

I tried to ignore it but suddenly felt my pants tighten with the familiar sensation of my Long Tom becoming erect, almost to spite my mental discipline. I was sitting next to the desk and tired to keep my test book on my crotch to conceal the bulge in my trousers and continued working.

“Is this correct Mr. Font?” Becky asked innocently from her bed, leaving me no choice but to stand and move toward the bed to see her notebook. While I looked over it she lightly ran one hand slowly up my leg. I nervously looked over the work, and checked that it was right, which I was surprised was actually starting to contain some errors. Just as she touched my groin and felt my cock that was already rock hard and smiled.

I cleared my throat, “Actually Becky, you seem to have made some mistakes here…” I dropped my red pen to her paper and marked the place, “and here…” and continued to make several more marks. “You need to pay more attention in class. I just went over these areas the other day.”

She seemed shocked and withdrew to check her work. She’d always been a top student and it looked like she was really upset to have even a single mistake in her work. She may be a cheerleader, but she took school very seriously. My cock, now free of her hand, was throbbing though, and I felt sure that Lisa would see my discomfort if I tried to sit back next to her at the desk, so instead told them to keep working while I used the bathroom.

The upstairs bathroom was right across the hall from Becky’s bedroom and I quickly slipped in. Alone at last I sighed and unzipped my pants, loosing my erection to the cool air. I stood over the toilet, willing my body and mind to try and switch gears. It took a few moments before my bladder engaged and an awkward angled stream of urination missed the toilet bowl by a few inches. I quickly corrected, and as I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting the stress flow out of me. I softened as I peed, and when I finished I was able to tuck back my mostly soft cock back in my pants.

I used some toilet paper to clean up my missed spray, flushed the toilet. I looked in the mirror and said silently to myself, “SATs, SATs, SATs…”, and then left to return back to my students.

Becky had taken my seat and was now actively talking with Lisa, hopefully about math. I got there and sure enough they were both working together to help each other out, double checking each other’s work. I wanted to get up and leave, returning home, but then my mind flashed to the scene I’d last had there with Judy making lesbian love to my wife. I felt hurt and betrayed, but realized that was silly. I’d watched that kind of display and been totally turned on when I was their center of attention. But I was excluded from their tryst today. God, now it came to me what Judy said that day about all girls being a little bit bi! She’d really been having sex with my wife all along! How had I not known!

“Mr. Font?” Lisa was looking at me, “are you OK?”

“Oh sorry,” I stammered, I just remembered something I’d forgotten. I put it all out of my mind and focused on numbers. The rest of the study session was finally productive with all three of us actually concentrating. I was unrelenting on the girls, double checking each line of equations and teaching them to perfect their math for several hours.

When the downstairs door opened and closed it snapped me out of my mathematical focus, and I finally realized how tired of math my two students had become. They looked ready to bolt for the exit with my attention distracted. “That’s enough for today then.” They breathed easy and I gathered up my papers.

We all proceeded down the stairs and were greeted by Judy all smiles meeting Lisa and being as formal as they had been calling Mr. Font, making me call her Mrs. Whitmore back. Lisa had to get home before dark since her learners permit didn’t cover that and with the autumn the sun was setting sooner, so she quickly left, thanking me profusely.

I was going to take the opening to leave as well, but Judy stopped me asking, “Mr. Font, do you have a moment?”

Lisa was still there saying goodbye to Becky, leaving me no choice but to join her in the kitchen. She looked me dead on and hushed so the kids wouldn’t hear, “I hope you don’t have a problem with what you saw earlier today?”

I was flustered and wanted to accuse her of stealing my wife, but realized how hypocritical of me that would be, having deflowered her daughter, and even nailed her once, granted while my wife was there for that one. After a moment of confused emotions warring within me, I almost pouted out, “No.”

She just smiled and said, “Silly man, she still loves you. She just has a lot of pent up energy being kooked up all day at home, and I’ll admit I kind of started it.” I must have looked at her funny because she shrugged and looked at me, “What? Just because I’m a mother doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to have fun too?” That made too much sense for me to argue with.

“Besides,” she continued, “I’m not looking for a husband right now. Maybe after Becky goes to college, but that makes this arrangement perfect, right Honey?” Then she kissed me on my cheek and proceeded to take a baby bottle out of the microwave and tested its temperature on her wrist. “Now hurry home. I calmed her, but she really needs you to accept and love her.” She then moved into the living room and there on the table were my twin girls. She removed a pacifier from one and put the bottle to her tiny mouth. “Don’t worry about the girls, I’ve done this before.”

I must have been in a state of shock because my legs moved me out of her home almost as if by themselves. I was driving home, but only barely aware it. Then I was entering my house, walking into the kitchen and saw Rachel sitting at the table with the only light coming from the candle lit there. She had made dinner for the two of us, but her eyes were like wet glass, as if she was about to cry again.

I felt I had no choice but to show her I still loved her as best as I could so I came over and kissed her, lifting her from the seat, and carried her back to our bedroom. I laid her down, kissing her deeply once more and embraced her with all my might, feeling the tears in my eyes as well.

She wore only a simple nightgown and I soon had my hands inside it, cupping her milk engorged breasts that had grown quite a bit, while her belly steadily shrunk of its extra weight from her pregnancy. I had samples her milk before and soon was doing so again, sucking it right from the teat like I’d seen Judy doing earlier that day.

I contented to swapping between breasts, lashing the sharp nipples with my tongue and lips, while she just moaned in ecstasy. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants, not even taking them off, but just withdrawing my hardened member and sliding between her smoothly shaved naked legs. Maybe it was just because I’d not taken Becky this afternoon like I’d normally done, or all the sexual tension of the day, but I made love to my wife with desperation.

I was still fully dressed except for my pants that were sliding down my legs awkwardly, but I didn’t care. Her silky nightgown, now only having a few buttons left buttoned, cascaded around her hips, tickling my driving cock further. This wasn’t the same as the brutal fucking I’d done the last time I was with Becky, but intense love-making. It wasn’t hard or fast, but deep and strong. I withdrew a little, and then slid back in firmly, trying desperately to merge with her and prove that we were one and never come apart again.

Before I knew it my love poured out of me and filled the space between us. It collapsed onto her chest and we just lay there for some time. Eventually my little guy returned to his normal state, sliding with a wet plop from her filled vagina. This set us to giggles and I kissed Rachel once again. The realized what I had done. “I’m sorry my love, you didn’t cum did you?”

“That’s not important,” she smiled at me with wet eyes and hugged me tight again. We lay there a little longer before I had to stand and get undressed. Then I took her hand and helped her up. “Where are we going?” She asked.

“Why, to eat your lovely dinner, my love.” We then ate the cooling dinner in the kitchen, under candle light, completely nude.

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Helen has been marked by a student who is a succubus and has started to transform. Now her husband is eager to please her and her new accessory.

I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I’ll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn’t me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you’re thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brain doesn’t care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that’s what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affair. I had no idea who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was someone up there going to town on her.

Now, some people might have become immediately angry. They might have slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. Most people would have lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn’t fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she’s giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie montages, my brain showed me a thousand memories of my wife’s blowjobs. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. What if it’s a woman? Then I realized that I hadn’t heard anything that led me to believe there was anyone else in the house. I got a sense that I was wrong. Something didn’t make sense.

I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so large, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two days since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the hospital about it, but then, we hadn’t. Neither one of us had any idea why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a cock between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clit that had somehow evolved to expel more come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our best to figure out what had caused the strange protrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

But I think the reason that we hadn’t told anyone else about what had happened is because we both liked it. We hadn’t said it out loud, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

So, standing in the doorway watching my wife suck her own cock, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gears. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind was…Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in reality, I couldn’t stop thinking about her cock. Every time I thought about it, my own dick would thicken.

It took her a second to realize that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw fear, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen’s eyes before. I don’t really know how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

“Lucas? I…” she sputtered holding onto her cock with one hand while a copious amount of precum dribbled over her fingers. “…it came back. I was at school.” Her hand continued to slide up and down her length while she spoke. “I don’t know why. I don’t know what happened.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.

And my cock was instantly hard. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the girth of my forearm and a solid ten or twelve inches. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a traffic jam of words in my head. Every nerve in my body was jangly. I wanted to tell her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I don’t know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man’s cock before, but when she had one? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can’t tell you how many times I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

“I couldn’t stop it. It just kept getting bigger.” Helen’s hand kept sliding up and down. “I don’t know what to do? I can’t seem to…it feels too good.” Her breath came faster and I could tell she was getting close to the end.

“Hey,” I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head. “It’s fine, listen it’s going to be okay.” I moved toward the bed. I was worried she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I didn’t take my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

I gave up on the buttons and climbed on the bed.

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knees spread, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the blanket.

I stared at Helen, at the whole scene.. I couldn’t believe how incredibly hot she was.

I reached into my pants and straightened my rigidity, I pointed it up to get it out of the way. My fingers came away wet and shiny.

“Lucas?” Helen looked at me and then at the protrusion along the front of my khakis. “Are you hard?”

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My brain froze. I couldn’t think. I swallowed hard and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad. “I, um, you know, I mean you’re obviously excited.”

“This doesn’t bother you?” She pushed her dick toward me and a drop of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she didn’t like my answer? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her. “Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…” I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched, “I love you no matter what.” I said.

“Even if I have a cock?” she looked down at the tool in her hands, but I was sure I saw the trace of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

“Sweetheart,” I crawled closer, “I don’t care.” I reached out and wrapped my fingers around hers. “I am yours thick or thin.” Her fingers were warm. She kept her grip and slowly moved her hand up and down.

But the increased pressure of my hand, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leap into the pool with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said: I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best friends. We did everything together. I had never had so much in common with another person or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

“Oh my god,” she pulled her hand away and suddenly I was holding her new, giant cock.

The skin was hot. The tissue as hard as my own. “Don’t stop!”

I cannot explain how amazing it felt to hold my wife’s cock in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don’t think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

Another stream of clear pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my fingers. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

“Oh, my God,” Helen put her hands over her head and arched her back. “Yesss…” she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to taste it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my nose. I mean, what kind of pre did she have? Was it like mine? It looked like it.

With one hand stroking Helen’s length, I wiped the finger across my tongue. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone. “More,” Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick. “Don’t stop,” she moaned as I ran the palm of my hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my wife’s face. It didn’t seem possible. How could she have a cock like this? And what else was happening to her?

She was different, even though I really couldn’t put my finger on it. She seemed stronger, leaner maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn’t noticed it before. Her breasts looked larger too.

I thought of how many times Helen had given me a hand job, how she had stroked me, her grip and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen’s face. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

“Fuck, Lucas. Oh!” She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes. “Don’t stop.” She moved her hips in rhythm with my hands. “Oh, that feels so good!” She threw her head back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.

I kept moving, sliding my hands along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my palm through the clear liquid and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

And then she froze. She took a breath and I saw it catch in her throat. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched.

I looked down just as her whole body trembled and the first bolt of cum surged into the air.

“Oh!” her eyes opened. “Oh fuck!” Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for dear life. Every muscle in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a fire hose. I don’t know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop. “Yes,” I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock, “give it to me.”

She moaned and threw her head back. “Fuck!” Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark spot in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our tongues moved back and forth into each other’s mouths. The soft pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hand. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her nipples across my open chest and the mess she had made.

And that’s when I saw it for the first time, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn’t sure it was real. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that’s almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so faint, I didn’t think I saw it.

We kissed again. And it took everything I had not to lower my head down on her cock.

It was so close, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn’t. I didn’t know how comfortable she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her pussy, the glistening slit below her still rigid tissue.

“Here,” Helen reached into my pants and wrapped her hands around my cock. “It’s your turn,” she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my dick and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki’s. I couldn’t help it. I don’t know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few minutes before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was time to talk.

“Are you still afraid?” I started. We were lying on our sides face to face.

“No, for some reason I’m not.” Helen’s cock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, little, and hooded in the shroud of skin. “Are you? I mean, you have to tell me what you’re thinking.” She tilted her head. “I’m serious.”

It was her teacher face and I almost laughed. “Are you kidding me? I mean, Helen,” I reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I kind of got excited the first time it happened.” I felt myself blush. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it?

Helen looked at me for a second like she wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth or not. “What do you mean?”

I swallowed. This was it. This was the moment where I told my wife that I was excited about the fact she suddenly had a penis. I took a breath and braced myself.

“I mean, when it first happened, I thought: Oh, that’s interesting.” Interesting wasn’t the right word and I immediately regretted it.

“You mean…” she stopped herself like she wasn’t sure she wanted to finish the question. “I mean, you aren’t, like, worried?”

“Worried?” It was an honest question. I wasn’t worried in the least that my wife had a twelve inch dick that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn’t worried at all. I don’t know exactly why I wasn’t but the fact was – I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right? “I mean, I would like to know what’s going on, but if that’s the way…I mean, if you are going to have a…” I didn’t know what to call it. I hadn’t thought about it – did she think of it as something different? What did she call it in her mind?

“A cock?”

I liked the hardness of the word when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.

“Yeah,” I tried to smile but it felt crooked, “you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a cock that’s great, right?” I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to break in the next sentence or two.

Helen took a second. She just sort of stared into my eyes like she was running over her response, making sure it was exactly what she wanted to say.

“Are you saying you like it?” Her voice was monotone and I couldn’t tell what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out? Which one was going to make her happy? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her?

“Yes,” I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty fuck herself anytime she wanted.

And then I realized that she hadn’t said anything and I looked back up at her eyes.

“It’s so strange,” she sighed, “it’s like I don’t know how to feel about it, like there’s a part of me that likes it.” She looked down at mine and smiled. “I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to have it when it’s really, really,” she paused and grinned, “enjoyable? Is that the word I want?”

I leaned against her. What was happening to us? How wonderful was this going to be?

“I mean, part of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new part of me. Like a part of my personality that I didn’t know I had. I don’t really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can’t seem to ignore it. I give it what it wants?” She looked at me and shrugged. “Does any of that make any sense to you?”

I laid my hand over hers. “I think it does. The penis can’t be the only change, right? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don’t have the right…equipment.” I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount about my junk from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

I kissed her softly. “I’m with you no matter what.”

“Have you found anything that makes any sense of this though?” I could tell that part of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen sense of curiosity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

“No,” I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her long legs and perfect thighs. “You?”

“No,” she shook her head and kind of stared up at the ceiling. “What if it’s one of the myths, like one of those stupid legends we keep stumbling over?” She looked at me seriously.

“Like the stories with magic and goddesses and stuff?” It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.

“What other explanation is there?”

I couldn’t believe she was serious. She was a professor, a natural skeptic. She didn’t believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was magic? But she was right. There wasn’t a medical journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.

“I mean, we find new things all the time, right? And the Eastern religions and mythology, there has to be some validity to those legends, right?”

“I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just want a reason. I want to understand it, even if it’s magic. I don’t care, I just want to know.”

“Magic,” I chuckled, “That’s exactly what that thing is,” I looked under the blankets, “magic.”

Helen threw the covers back and rolled on top of me. “Give me another hand job,” she pressed her lips against mine and I felt her cock twitch to life.

***

I think it was Sunday morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen’s cock against the small of my back. It wasn’t fully erect, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the back of my neck.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life had been normal – work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their early thirties. But now?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn’t feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life, like what was going to change?

It wasn’t an easy question to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn’t really talked about the changes much. (Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I wasn’t complaining that was for sure.) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn’t really notice it until it was over.

It was strange. It felt dangerous and I loved it.

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to pull her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could tell it wasn’t enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less than she wanted.

When we talked, she said she loved it, the way she felt.

I did too. It was fun to have a new side of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a little to get more comfortable and Helen slipped her hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn’t tell if she was awake or not but her dick was still hard and touching my back.

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her dick was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the valley of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the mechanics of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The moment was over. My cock was throbbing.

It wasn’t the first time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn’t my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nothing better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now? Now it seemed like the next step, right? A natural progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her hips and pulled back a few inches.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

Then she pushed forward. Her cockhead slipped between my ass cheeks.

I wasn’t ready for the feeling, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her hand held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her cock half-erect in her hand. “Helen,” I whispered, not convinced.

She moaned softly and then opened her eyes. “Hey,” she smiled in the darkness.

“Hey, leave my ass alone,” I smiled.

Helen’s eyes went wide with surprise. “What?” She looked down to where she was holding her erection. “Oh, my God, what happened?” She let go of her dick and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my case later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the look on her face wasn’t surprise. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn’t Helen or, at least, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen.

I liked it, the confidence and strength, but it also scared me because I didn’t know it well. Could I trust it? Was it still mostly the Helen I loved or someone else? “You, um, made a play for my ass,” I explained.

“Well,” she looked down at my erection, “how do you feel about that?” Her cock was just slightly bigger than mine and pointing at me.

“I…uh.” I hadn’t expected the question and I wasn’t sure she was serious. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, but…”

“Oh you have?” She bit her lower lip in that sexy way that every man likes.

“I mean, well, you know, yeah, it’s crossed my mind.” I looked down a little embarrassed. Why could I still not say it? “But I don’t think I’m ready.” I thought about the fact that I knew next to nothing about my own ass.

She grinned. “Let’s find out,” she wrapped her long fingers around the base of her cock. “Back up.”

My heart beat against my chest like I had just run a 5k. “I think I need to, you know, prepare, practice…”

“Nonsense, come here. I’ll be gentle.” The look in her eyes was playful.

“No,” I swatted at her hands, “soon.”

I scooted away and opened my eyes. It was a dream. Helen was still on the other side of the bed. It had just been a dream. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved.

The next morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers. “Good morning,” I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

She turned and smiled at me sans penis. “Morning, baby.”

“I had a crazy dream.” I chuckled.

“Yeah?” she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might hear us. “Was I in it?”

“Obviously.” I thought back to the dream and the way it had felt when she had pushed against me.

“Was I mean?” She was serious.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t understand what’s happening.” She shook her head a little. “I know that sounds crazy.”

“No, it’s fine.” I got up from the bed, my morning wood springing up proudly. “I think its part of whatever is happening to you.”

“I know but I can’t control it,” all the playfulness was gone from her voice and her face was serious. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a different person.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes. “But it’s not a bad thing, right?” It was all a jumble inside. I couldn’t imagine how scary all of it must have been for her.

“That’s just it, I don’t know.” She sat down beside me and I saw the worry in her eyes. “I don’t understand what’s happening and when it’s here,” she looked down between her legs. “I can’t seem to control myself.”

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She leaned her head against my shoulder. “Everything is going to be ok,” I kissed her head.

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn’t. I wasn’t nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn’t look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. Next to the coffee maker were two coffee cups set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the little slip of paper and opened it. After last night’s fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her breasts.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hand had slid three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife’s edge and then backed way off – just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

I reached down and slowly ran a hand over my glans.

The last week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife’s spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me – at some point.

I had already started research on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at times. (Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an actual penis?)

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of reading and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also interested in a number of homosexual aspects that our relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen’s attention. Of course, I hadn’t mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that part a secret and came up with all kinds of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn’t mentioned an specific intention to fuck me. I’m not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her twelve inches. What was she thinking about? Me?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn’t my own cum sweet? I put the glass down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen’s cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little light-headed, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of coffee while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bathroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn’t real. It was weird. For a split second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn’t tell if the strange light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was nothing.

I looked back into the mirror. Maybe it was just a side effect of Helen’s condition.

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few more minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a little guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the curtain.

The hot water felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for attention, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a little. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.

I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet spot at the top of my pants, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire drive. I was so excited. I don’t know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me – I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her head look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn’t recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn’t know how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to look as casual as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch time on a weekday so there wasn’t even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

The girl behind the counter kind of sighed the third time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear. “Hey,” her tone was authoritative, brusque even. “Come here. What are you looking for?”

I froze. I didn’t know what to do, but I was pretty sure the feeling I was having was flee! And for a split second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was direct. Efficient. We were adults.

“Butt plug,” I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

“First time?” She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn’t made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the store to make sure no one stole anything.

“Yes, please. My, uh, partner’s dong is huge.” I couldn’t believe how hard it was to say that sentence.

She walked over to me and then stepped into the aisle next to where I was. “You want to start here.” She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was small and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half wide.

The young lady with the dark hair and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn’t recognize. “Then this one,” she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

“Are you serious?” She looked me in the eye for the third time since I had come in the door.

“Yes,” I thought of Helen’s twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would feel like!

“Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow, ok?” There was genuine concern in the young woman’s voice.

When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that first plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from home. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty much whatever I wanted. It wasn’t a bad gig, and two days before Helen presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building office park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day – cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis’ posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen would be home. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so naughty keeping a secret but I loved it.

But in the end I couldn’t decide. So, then I began to imagine it.

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the night before? Would I wake up just as she was getting hard? Or would it be earlier? I mean, we had already kind of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her dick was around. She was stronger, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

When she came home she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its magnificent transformation, but she was hot. I had a feeling she would be, especially if I was just in my jeans when she got home. It was one of her favorite looks on me.

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her cock in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my hips to put my butt plug against my prostate.

It didn’t take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would allow. Her hands were on the back of my head and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a circle along near the waist of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn’t care.

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some girl, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn’t think it was going to be a huge deal, but she said it was concerning.

I asked her why she was so quiet and she smiled. “I think I’m a little tired,” she glanced up at my hair where it was still wet from her cum.

“Makes sense,” I finished off my plate and took a long sip of wine.

“What did you do all day?” She took a bite.

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I ingest in one day? “After breakfast?” I slowly drug my eyes across her body. She was so hot. The past week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

“That girl Mika though,” Helen said. “She’s trouble. I mean, I can’t believe she went after a professor like that.”

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the table. “That’s the girl’s name that filed the claim thing?”

Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some hypnotic state. “What?” She asked.

“You alright?” I didn’t understand what was happening.

“Yeah,” she shook her head. “I think I need to get some sleep.” She put her napkin on her plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I’ll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present and the opportunity to give her head the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedroom and she started to get undressed. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same direction. “Are you going to cuddle with me for a little while?”

I looked down at her tits.

Helen’s tits were one of her best features before her new body, but now? Now they were like rockets, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a full handful more than a week before.

“Yeah,” I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to take them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the plug gently reminded me where it was. A little shiver went through me and I felt my penis react.

“Are you alright?” Helen walked over to me and put her arms around my neck, her breasts against my bare chest.

My penis rose against her thighs and then I felt hers push against mine. “Oh?”

Helen grinned. “Maybe once before I go to sleep?” She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the edge of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my secret.

I bit my lower lip. This was not how I had planned this to go.

“Lucas? What is?”

“Butt plug,” the word had served me well earlier and I hadn’t even owned one yet.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Her cock continued to grow. It was already longer than mine.

“I turned and around and bent over slightly before I wiggled my ass. “You like it?”

Helen reached out a hand and slowly pulled it halfway out and then slipped it back in.

A shiver ran through my entire body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

I looked over my shoulder and she grinned. “Are you sure?”

I spread my thighs. I had never been so sure about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her filling me.

She put a hand on my hip and lined herself up.

I tried to relax. I took a breath and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and smooth and I could feel my sphincter surround it.

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false starts, places where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn’t planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” Helen whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a thin sheen of sweat spread between us.

“You feel so good,” Helen panted softly in my ear. “I’m going to cum.”

I reached up and pinched my own nipple. The pain slashed through me. “I’m close,” a large drop of clear precum oozed onto the blanket.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” Helen leaned back a little as her hips moved faster.

I could feel every vein, every inch and curve of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel her cum gushing inside of me.

She reached around and squeezed my penis. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and shot my load onto the blankets.

***
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the story. This story was lifted from the series: Little Monster on Amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens next, check it out – it is current on chapter 17!

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So in the last part I didn’t really introduce my characters so I think I will do it here.

As always comments are welcome along with constructive feedback.

As Chris drove home feeling satisfied with his night’s antics, he was despite to try it again and see how far he could make Emily go. He wanted to be able to explore her mind even more, but due to her having to work all day till late at night every day of the holidays it was going to be hard to find the time. Now Chris was an average build and just below average height but he wasn’t exactly short for his age. After sitting around at home for a few hours he got horny again and this being mixed with being very board got his thoughts wandering. Rather than being with Emily he realised if he did try, all the girls he could think of knew that he was in a relationship and they wouldn’t want to step into that kind of mess. So Chris decided to try something new. He knew of one girl who he thought was cute. Her name was Sam and she had a nice set of B cup breasts and short dark hair. Along with being quite petite she was also known to swing both ways.

After experimenting around in front of the mirror Chris started to shape shift himself into another fit girl who he knew from school Talia. She was short and petite like Sam but she had nice C cup breasts and a toned ass from cheerleading. He tried by stripping down and then starting with her breasts. This was the easy part, and then he decided to rid his manhood as it shrunk and formed into a tight and cleanly shaven pussy. He slimed down his legs and stomach and then continued to grow out his hair and shift his facial features around. After all of this he looked into the mirror and was surprised to see one of the many girls who he had fantasised about staring back at him in the mirror. Slowly he rubbed his nipples causing them to become erect almost immediately. He then trailed a hand down to his now moist pussy as he fondled his breasts with his free hand. A slight moan escaped his soft lips as his fingers rubbed over his hard clit. Before he could help himself he was jamming 2 fingers deep into his tight and wet pussy. He didn’t hold back as moans escaped and he fell back onto the bed. As he lay down he felt the sensation of his heavy breasts separating and falling down his sides. As he jabbed at his pussy, angling his fingers so that he could hit his G spot his other hand went from fondling his perky tits to start rubbing on his hard clit. It didn’t take long until he was undergoing a bone shattering orgasm as his body stiffened up and the he started to shake. Once his orgasm had passed he lay there in the afterglow and was amazed at how horny he still was.

Deciding to experiment a little more he got out his phone and set it on his dresser with the camera facing the bed. Setting it to video he began recording as he pulled out a hairbrush and lay down on the bed. He slowly rubbed the handle over his dripping wet pussy. He dipped the tip in before plunging it into his waiting hole. Slowly he removed the brush and seductively rubbed the end over his erect nipples before bringing the wet handle up to his mouth as he seductively sucked his juices off of the handle. He then got on his hands and knees with his sexy ass pointed towards the camera. He looked back seductively as he rubbed the handle up and down his moist slit, getting the brushes handle nice and slick as he then began to trial it up his ass. He then trailed the brush down again leaving a moist trail after it as he repeated this again. The brushes handle was sitting all wet and greased from his pussy juices and was sitting waiting at the entrance to his asshole. He let out a groan as he began to slowly push the handle into his nether region. The sound of the moan in Talia’s voice turned him on even more and forced him to plunge the handle in the rest of the way. Slowly he began to pump at his asshole while moaning in pleasure as the hairbrushes handle stretched him open. As he got closer he used his other hand and bought it to his clit, rubbing it hard causing him to scream out in pleasure into his pillow. This was all too much as he again came to an earth shattering orgasm, violently convulsing while rubbing his clit until his arm seized in cramp. After recovering for a few minutes while lying down in the afterglow of his second orgasm for the day he removed the handle from his asshole. He then stood and turned off the camera, hiding the file for later reference.

Now he was going to have some real fun, but he realised that he couldn’t go out naked and had no female clothes that he could wear. This was quite a predicament and he realised that he hadn’t quite thought all the details through. Not to be put off he decided to shift back into his original form and head over to Emily’s. He knew she wasn’t due back from work for hours and he arrived with his sports bag over his shoulder. As Emily’s mum answered the door, she was quite surprised to see him there. “Emily is at work at the moment and won’t be home till around 11” She said. He quickly made up a quick excuse that he left his phone somewhere in her room the other day. With no second thoughts Emily’s mum let him in, and said, “You know where it will be but be warned it’s a pigsty in there at the moment”. Chris walked on in and wasn’t surprised to see that there were clothes strewn across the room. He quickly opened the wardrobe and found what he was looking for, 2 short party dresses that Emily had bought online but where too big in the chest. Knowing that she wouldn’t notice them missing he jammed them into his bag and began searching through the rest of the clothes piled on the bed. Finding a nice short miniskirt and blouse he thought he was done as he turned towards the door. Suddenly something out the edge of his eye caught his attention, as he turned to her duchess and found her underwear draw. Quickly he managed to fish out some sexy lace panties and a nice matching bra. Knowing he was forgetting one thing he went back to the closet to look around one last time and spotted what he was after. Some sexy 4 inch stilettos that would go perfectly with the outfits he had chosen. Happy with his haul he put them in his bag and then put his hoodie on top so that Emily’s mother wouldn’t suspect anything. As he walked down the hall he yelled towards the kitchen that he had found his phone, and was on his way.

He fought the urge to run home with all the excitement and ended up in quite a brisk walk. On his walk home he thought about how he was going to seduce Sam and have his way with her. This was proving to be difficult as while he knew she swung both ways, he didn’t know what girls that she found attractive. He did know however that she worked in a department store in town in the lingerie section. Suddenly he had an idea and as soon as he was home he rushed to his room and opened the bag, spilling the contents all over the bed. Stripping down he then slid the sexy lace panties up his legs as he began to shift into the short sexy frame of Talia. The feeling of the soft lace against his smooth legs was further amplified by the cool breeze that was flowing through his open window on the hot summer’s day. He then went for the bra, knowing already that it would be too small he struggled with the clasp as he tried to do it up behind his back. After frustratingly trying he turned the bra around and did up the clasp and the slid it back the right way around. There was a feeling of a great weight being lifted off his chest as the positioned his breasts in the cups of the bra that was much too small. After some adjustment he knew it wouldn’t take much for one to fall out as the bra struggled to contain his magnificent tits. The feeling of his nipples rubbing across the fabric had his pussy starting to tingle. Instead of addressing the problem, he decided to slip on the miniskirt that was barely covering his pert ass, and then slipped into the plain blouse, leaving the top buttons undone to show off his cleavage. He then slipped into the heels and almost fell over straight away. He reminded himself that he would have to be careful as he didn’t want to break his ankle he practiced walking down the hallway. Finding the best method was to walk almost like on a tightrope with one foot in front of the other he finally managed to mater the heels. Looking in the mirror as he walked away he also noticed that it caused his ass to swing in a sensuous way causing him to get even more excited with his pussy aching to be touched. Resisting the urge he made his way downstairs and out the door, walking into town. When he reached the department store he was quite surprised to see how large the lingerie section was. After finding the counter and asking for a measuring (Disappointed that he couldn’t see Sam anywhere nearby), he followed the shop assistant into the fitting rooms to get measured. After finding what size he was, a nice 34 C he went about looking for some nice sexy bras and matching panties. After finding what he wanted he took them up to the counter and was excited to see Sam sitting behind the desk. She smiled and Chris could tell she was checking out his tits and ass as he walked towards her. He smiled and as she begun to scan the items through. Once she was done she then reached into her pocket and swiped another card over the counter, giving Chris a wink and saying she had just given her 60% off. Delighted with how this was going Chris decided to get a little flirty and asked for Sam’s number. Sam was more than obliged to give her number and then said she was off in 15 min if she wanted to wait. Trying not to sound too eager Chris paused and then said yes, making arrangements to meet at Sam’s car in 20 minutes.

Now being very excited Chris thought about sneaking into the toilets and rubbing himself to orgasm but decided he would wait for Sam to do that and let the release be even more special than he knew it would be. Deciding to use his time to look around he noticed an adult toys store across the road. Deciding to get up to some mischief he went over and started looking through the store at all the toys. Not long after entering the shop assistant came over and asked if he was 18, knowing Talia was 18 last month he said yes, and reached out and touched the shop assistants hand. As soon as he did this he could see all her thoughts and he quickly erased the doubt that he was under the age of 18. As soon as he released her hand the shop assistant then asked what she was after. Looking at the selection of dildos, vibrators and other more erotic toys he began to ask about the dildos. The shop assistant instantly grabbed one and recommended it. It was an 8 inch long dildo that was quite thick and even had a hole in the end where lube would automatically come out to keep the dildo lubed when you turned on a switch on the bottom. Looking at the vibrators and deciding on some egg shaped ones he grabbed them and a tube of lube. Approaching the counter the shop assistant then pulled out a double ended dildo and placed it on the counter next to all the other stuff saying that she would though it in for free. Delighted with his purchases, he made his way back across the road to the car park building to wait for Sam to finish her shift. It wasn’t long before he saw her sexy frame come into view, and as she approached, Chris decided to drop his bags and walk towards her. Pulling her into a tight hug, causing both of their perky tits to mash together as Chris then leaned in and placed a light kiss on Sam’s lips. She was stunned and then pulled him back and began to kiss him back exploring his mouth with her tongue. After breaking the kiss, Chris told her to get in the car as he had a surprise for her. As they sat in the car Chris said they should go to Sam’s house for some more privacy, and before he could finish they were racing towards her house. Chris giggled to himself as he thought what would happen if when they went back to school next week Sam goes up to Talia and kisses her, what Talia’s reaction would be like.

As they arrived at Sam’s place she the kissing resumed, but with even more passion than before. Chris was surprised at how easy it was to get with this petite vixen. He remembered his bags of shopping as reached into the car and grabbed the dildos that he had bought at the sex shop. There was lots of kissing and groping as they stumbled into the house and made their way down the hall into Sam’s room, with the two of them collapsing onto the bed. Sam broke the kiss and let out a gasp. “I knew you would be back for more” she said while licking her lips seductively, “I haven’t forgotten about last time as well you kinky slut”. The tables where turning what had Talia and Sam been up to that Chris didn’t know about. He had to find out and quick, as he reached out and touched her hand. Instantly he could see into her thoughts and recalled the moments Sam and Talia had spent together. What he saw shocked him… To be continued

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A young man is caught in a tug of war between his heart and his libido.

I wrote this story years ago but it got deleted due to the age restriction. Supposedly it’s been lifted so I’m posting this again to test the waters and make sure. Enjoy!

Everyone has a weird family, but mine is just strange. My name is Alex, I have three little sisters, and we’re spread out across the gene spectrum, thanks to our blonde mom and our dark-haired dad. Basically every pregnancy was a war between the dominant traits. I’m seventeen and tall with dark hair. Two of my sisters are sixteen year-old twins, and I have no problem saying that I want to fuck them (I’m a teenager and full of hormones, so I’ll pretty much fuck anything attractive. Hell, I’ll fuck anything that squats to pee.). They are tall with blonde hair, C-cup tits, and they are absolutely gorgeous.

I have spent countless hours jacking off to the thought of them, aroused by their looks, the taboo, and the idea of a threesome with twins. You can’t get much kinkier than a threesome with twins… and they are also your sisters. I just want to stress that. Their names are Jenny and Carly, and while they may be hot… they aren’t perfect… not by a long shot. They’re what you might call “basic bitches”, with extra bitchiness. They have better looks than brains and never learned how to be decent human beings. They know that they’re hot, so they’re pretty shallow, both in terms of relationships and personality.

Now hold on, I know that you’re already guessing how things are going to end up. I just want to let you know that you’re on the right path, but cease your erections; this is more complicated than that.

My youngest sister and I have a very different relationship. She’s fourteen, her name is Elisa, and she is the exact opposite of Jenny and Carly. She is very timid and sweet, and has a voice that sounds like humming of doves. She is incredibly beautiful, with bright blue eyes and hair that is the darkest shade of black. It’s her shyness that keeps others from seeing how beautiful she is, and while she isn’t nearly as tall as her sisters (measuring under five and half feet), she is beginning to develop a womanly frame.

Jenny and Carly never included Elisa in anything they did, so she was always lonely and looking for someone to be with. As you can imagine, raising four kids is really expensive, so our parents were busy at work constantly, often coming home late at night, so I had always been the one Elisa came to and we were very close. I cared about her deeply and we did everything together. We watched the same shows, we did our homework together, and we were basically as close as Carly and Jenny were. She would either sit in my lap or lean her head on my shoulder when we watched TV, she followed me around like a lost pet, and she didn’t keep a single secret from me.

Now here is where things get complicated: I’m madly in love with Elisa. In summary, I have two sisters that, quite frankly, I really don’t care for, but make me feel like a Catholic rabbit with blue balls, and a third sister that I deeply care for and want to protect.

Our lives had a typical routine. I would wake up, have breakfast and chat with our parents about how yesterday went, drive my sisters and I to school, endure information being forcefully injected into my brain, drive back home, watch TV with Elisa pressed against me while Jenny and Carly gossip in their room, and make dinner for the four of us. While we eat, Carly and Jenny would be continue gossiping in their freaky twin language (its basically English, but with a weird ‘The Shining’ tone), and Elisa and I would be chatting and laughing.

Every day, whenever I saw Elisa, I would have to fight the urge to place my hands on her cheeks and kiss her. Whenever I see Jenny and Carly, I would have to fight the urge to rip their clothes off, throw one of them down onto the nearest flat surface, and mount her like a lion. My hormones were under more stress than a tuned piano.

Elisa and I were lying on the couch, watching The Comedy Central Roast of David Hasselhoff. Seth Macfarlane had just done his “Pamela Anderson’s tits” joke with his Stewie voice. As Elisa laughed, she put her arm across my chest, and luckily didn’t feel my skyrocketing heart beat.

“I love these roasts,” she chuckled.

“Speaking of which, I had this crazy dream where I traveled back in time to ancient Rome. I performed the Comedy Central Roast of Julius Caesar. I said that he had fucked so many guys that his ass could serve as a theatre for plays.”

Elisa burst into laughter and pushed me off of the couch as she gasped for air.

“What’s going on in here?” Carly asked as she stepped into the room.

“We’re just watching a Comedy Central Roast,” I said, on the floor.

“Oh, I thought you were about fuck and she saw your tiny dick.”

Elisa lost her smile.

“Carly!” I barked as I got to my feet.

“All right, jeez! I’m sorry!”

“If you ever say something like that again, the next time I drive you to school, I’ll tie you to the hood of the car like a dead deer.”

“And then maybe you could stuff and mount me,” she said as she blew a kiss.

Speaking of deer, I was momentarily caught in the headlights from her response. Carly want back upstairs and I sat down on one end of the couch with Elisa at the opposite end. There was an awkward silence as we watched the roast on TV.

Finally, Elisa spoke. “Alex… have you ever had sex? I hear Jenny and Carly talk about it a lot, so I can’t help but wonder about it.”

“No, I haven’t. And don’t listen to those two idiots. They are so messed up that they make Lindsay Lohan look sane.”

Elisa gained a sad smile, but still didn’t seem reassured. “It’s just that they are popular and everyone at school listens to every word they say. But me, I’m just—”

“Enough.”
Elisa turned to me and I moved down the couch, sitting next to her and wrapping my arm around her slender frame. “You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, you have the sweetest heart, and you are a treasure. Never let doubt enter your mind. Trust me, when those two are talking, everyone is just staring at their chests.”

“Thank you,” she murmured as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

Night came, our parents arriving after dinner and spending some time with us before collapsing in bed. I found myself as the last person downstairs, the rest of the house quiet. Once 10:00 flashed across the clock on the cable box, I turned off the TV and made my way upstairs. The house was pitch-black, but navigating my own home was as easy as breathing, including avoiding the spots in the floor and stairs that creaked. As I stepped past Carly and Jenny’s bedroom, I heard the softest of noises. At first I thought it was Elisa in her room and she was calling my name. However, it seemed to be coming from behind the door next to me. It was just slightly open with a bar of moonlight shining through. The clasp in the doorframe had been damaged years ago, so it was next to impossible to close the door without setting something against it.

I crouched down and peered through the gap, trying to find the source of the noise. Through the tiny window, I could just barely make out Carly’s bed, with the moonlight shining on the tangled blankets. Wait…

The entire surface of the bed shifted, and I realized that the light was shining on human skin. Both Carly and Jenny were in the bed and my jaw dropped when I realized that they were both naked. Carly was on her back, with her nipples pointing upwards. She was chewing on her pillowcase to stifle her moans as Jenny buried her face in between her legs. Jenny was on her knees and elbows, with her long blonde hair spread out across her back and Carly’s belly. Her head was bobbing up and down as her tongue flitted in between the lips of Carly’s pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching my twin sisters eating each other out as if this was Girls Gone-fucking-Wild; had to be hallucinating or something!

After a minute, Jenny sat up and brushed back her hair. Both women giggled as she suspended herself over her sister.

“How did my pussy taste?” Carly asked after pressing her lips against her sister’s, sending her tongue into Jenny’s mouth.

Before she answered, Jenny rubbed her pussy with her fingers, soaking them thoroughly. She brought her hand up her face and slowly licked the juice, savoring every drop. Carly then wrapped her tongue around Jenny’s fingers, licking off the saliva and nectar.

“Just like mine,” Jenny giggled.

By now, my cock was so large and hard that I felt like I could use it in self-defense to beat a charging grizzly bear to death. They started kissing once again, wrapping their tongues into a double helix. As they licked the inside of each other’s mouths, they began rubbing each other’s pussies and grinding their hips. As they broke every taboo, my self-control broke and pulled out my dick and begin masturbating. I bit my lip and leaned my head against the doorframe as I jacked my throbbing manhood. It was honestly the best jerk I had ever had, and I would have sold my soul for the lights in their room to be on.

They moaned through their locked lips as they sent their fingers deep inside of each other. As their juices dripped off of their hands and soaked the bed sheets, I had to fight to keep from grunting with every jerk of my hand. Finally, they both gave a shrill but stifled moan as they had, literally, a gushing orgasm. I could actually see the moonlight being reflected off of each drop of pussy juice that splattered from between their fingers. As they started sucking their fingers, I finally lost it and shot my load right onto the floor. I couldn’t remember ever releasing so much. It was enough to fill and overflow from a shot glass.

I pulled off my sock and used it as a towel to mop it up, hoping that there wouldn’t be a stain in the wood. I put my eye back to the gap to see what they were doing next and the blood drained from my face. Looking straight at me, they both winked and started to giggle. I bolted away as quickly and quietly as I could and dashed back into my room. I never even noticed Elisa standing in the doorway of her room, watching me masturbate. As she stared at my closed door, her eyes gained a sad hue and tear rolled down her cheek.

Amidst my fear and dread of the following morning, I couldn’t help but masturbate twice more throughout the night. I had never been so horny, but so terrified of how things were going to end up. I had just watched my twin sisters slurping up each other’s pussy juices off of their hands as if their fingers were covered with ice cream, and they had SEEN me watching them. They knew I had watched them, and judging from their reaction, things were about to get complicated.

I knew that the next morning was going to be awkward, but I could actually feel my organs failing from the tension. Elisa was telling our parents about yesterday, Jenny and Carly were making their breakfast, and I was trying to eat my cereal and not stare at them. They seemed to be in a particularly good mood, even as they continued their grapefruit diet (something that they usually bitched about, complaining that there needed to be an easy way to stay thin). They each sat down on the other side of the table, and I focused on just looking down into my cereal. My dick was already hard with them being so close.

I reached out to grab my cup of tea and made the mistake of looking up. Instead of using their spoons to carve out pieces, they had just carved a slit down the middle of each half and were sending their tongues into the slits to drink the grapefruit juices. I ejaculated when they looked at each other and giggled.

As we drove to school, I couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror at Carly and Jenny in the backseat. The whole time I was watching them, Elisa was looking at me with a sad hue in her eyes.

School went by in a blur. I couldn’t focus on any of my work, for my mind was fixated on what I had seen the night before. I was replaying every movement they made and was infusing them with countless separate fantasies. I had to go to the bathroom constantly to mop up precum.

“Elisa, come on, I need to brush my teeth,” I said, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

Elisa was in about to take a bath, but I wanted to brush my teeth before I would have to wait. There was no answer, but instead, I could hear Elisa standing on the other side of the door. For several moments, the silence remained pristine, my own body suddenly falling still as if afraid to break the silence, but there was one sound that brushed back any illusion of time coming to a pause. By straining my ears, I could hear Elisa breathing, and every breath seemed to flutter, as if she was nervous about something.

I placed my hand on the door. “Elisa, is something wrong?”

“No, everything is fine. Come on in.”

I pushed open the door and every muscle in my body tensed when Elisa came into my view. She had a towel wrapped around her petite but shapely frame, and was looking at me with her head tilted to one side and a curious gleam in her eyes. She was blushing so much that it looked like she had a burning fever, and she was gripping the knot in the towel so tightly that the veins in her wrist bulged.

“Are you sure that you’re all right?” I asked as I placed my hand on her cheek, checking to see if she really did have a fever.

She shivered from my touch but didn’t pull away. Such delicate contact had long since become normal for us. She wrapped her fingers around my hand, weighing it down so that my hand ran down the soft skin on the side of her neck and shoulder, before finally resting on her collarbone, just above her right breast. Waves of radiating heat traveled from her chest and into my fingers. Time seemed to stand still as we looked into each other’s eyes.

Finally, Elisa gained a small but very warm smile. “Everything is fine. Everything is… as it should be.”

She walked back into the bathroom and sat down at the edge of the full tub. Clouds of steam wafted from the surface and Elisa was tracing swirling ripples with her finger. I started brushing my teeth, trying to reorganize my mental bearings. The whole time I brushed, Elisa was looking at me with a nervous expression and biting her lip. After a minute, she stood up and faced the tub. Slowly, the towel she had wrapped around her began to lower. I became dead still as it dropped to her rear and then fell down to her ankles. My toothbrush fell out of my hand and clattered in the sink.

“Uh… Elisa… What are you doing?”

Without turning to me, she said, “I’m just getting in the bath.”

She then crossed her arms and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were full of nervousness and even fear. She looked so fragile.

“Shouldn’t you wait until I leave?”

“Don’t worry, it’s ok for a brother to see his sister this way. Its… ok for you to see me like this.”

She then stepped into the steaming water and her naked form became as smooth and glistening as glass. Her physical features were much more apparent now. She was still a petite girl who had just entered her teenage years, but that pure youth was diluted with physical maturity. When she was clothed, she was just my baby sister who followed me around like a lost pet, but without her clothes, it was as if I could see the real woman within her. Her breasts were small enough to highlight her youthful innocence, but large enough to emphasize her maturity. Her womanhood looked like it was made of tan rose petals, and was covered with the smallest film of pubic hairs.

She lied down in the tub with the water lapping at her flesh. “Alex, before you go, there is something I need to talk to you about.”

I said the first words that came to mind. “Is it ok if we talk tomorrow? I’m too tired to think clearly and I just need to go to bed.”

For a moment, it looked like Elisa was going to cry. “As you wish.”

It was another sleepless night as I lay awake, thinking over everything that had happened. Every aspect of my thoughts was revolving around Elisa, but unlike the previous night, I did not masturbate. While seeing Elisa naked had aroused me to no end, it was not the kind of arousal that I gained from watching Jenny and Carly. It was an emotional arousal, more than a sexual one.

Next morning wasn’t nearly as awkward as the previous morning, but there was still tension. After time to process, I was now able to look at Jenny and Carly without my mind instantly freezing up, but Elisa wouldn’t say a single word to me. She had never been this distant.

It was a late afternoon and I was watching TV by myself. Jenny and Carly were in their room gossiping as usual and Elisa was in her bedroom, doing her homework. Normally she and I would watch TV and do our homework together, but she had told me that she had a lot of work to do and needed to focus. The fact that she hadn’t even looked at me when she said it made my heart ache. Finally I decided that I had to talk to her. Something was wrong and I needed to know. I should have talked to her the night before, but I was too confused to think clearly. I needed to make things right with her.

I climbed up the staircase and walked down the upstairs hallway, trying to plan out what I was going to say to Elisa. Reaching her room, I was about to knock on her door when, I heard a noise that made me freeze. It was the softest of moans and it was coming from down the hall, from Jenny and Carly’s bedroom. My heartbeat skyrocketed to the point where I thought it was going to burst out of my chest like a xenomorph. I crept down the hall crouched down and looked through the gap in the door, feeling like my heart had been yanked backwards and slammed against my spine.

It was the same scene as the night before yesterday, but with two differences. Instead of moonlight just barely giving me any view, the room was fully illuminated by the setting sun. Also, Jenny and Carly were in the same position, but their places were switched. This time, Jenny was on her back, and Carly was sending her tongue deep into her pussy, causing her sister to struggle to stifle her moans.

Just as I placed my hand on my cock, they both looked at me and smiled.

“We know you’re there, Alex, come on in,” Carly said.

Every vein in my body seemingly locked shut and I struggled to breath.

“Come on, we’re waiting,” Jenny said before sitting up and running her tongue up the side of her twin sister’s right tit.

I slowly stood up, and with a shaky hand, I opened the door. I stepped into the bedroom and tried to shut the door as best I could. My body was trembling to the point where I thought I was about to fall apart. They had invited me in, but I felt more like a small child sent to the principal’s office.

“Relax, Alex. There is no need to be shy. We sure aren’t,” Carly said.
I walked over to the bed, no longer knowing what I was doing. Both Carly and Jenny got up onto their knees and put their hands on my shoulders and chest. My mind was still completely frozen and it was hard to form a single thought.

“My god, I think we shocked him so much that he’s turned into a vegetable,” Jenny said.

“Don’t worry, I know a way to wake him back up,” Carly said as she put her hand on the crotch of my jeans.

The feel of my sister’s hand on my throbbing manhood cleared my mind. I looked at them and smiled. “So, how long have you two been doing this?”

“A few months. Dating the boys at school was just boring, so we wanted something exciting. We could barely keep our hands off of ourselves, so why not put our hands on each other?” Carly said.

“She’s just as hot as I am, I’m just as hot as she is, and if we are anything, it’s horny. There is nothing sexier in this world than a little girl-on-girl, and there are few things more taboo than incest. So we decided to give it a try.”

“And where do I come in?”

Carly unbuttoned my pants and grabbed my rock-hard manhood. “Inside us, of course. Our fingers are nothing compared to a stiff cock. And what’s sexier than it being our older brother?”

As she started stroking it, Jenny pressed her lips against mine. My sister sent her tongue into my mouth and I was in utter disbelief at how long it seemed. I almost jerked in surprise as Carly’s soft mouth wrapped around my manhood, soaking it in saliva and sucking it with the skill of an Amsterdam hooker. My haggard breathing interrupted my kiss with Jenny as I struggled to stay on my feet.

“I know, and she’s even better at licking pussy,” Jenny whispered in my ear.

She then crouched down like her sister and took my cock in her mouth. Carly licked her lips as she watched her twin sister suck her older brother’s cock, and I rolled my head back and groaned. Jenny’s mouth was just as soft as Carly’s, and she had the same unbelievable skill. She sent the tip of her tongue into the slit at the head of my penis, she pressed the insides of her cheeks against the sides of the shaft, and she bit down on it using only her lips.

They both moved back as I took my clothes off and I sat down on the bed with my back against the wall. Jenny and Carly sat beside me, running their hands all over me. I was still in disbelief that pretty much all of my fantasies were coming true in one fell swoop.

Carly and I began to make out, licking the inside of each other’s mouths. With my lips busy, I began squeezing her tits and rubbing her cunt. This was the first time I had ever gotten this far with a girl, and the fact that another girl was sucking my dick was making it better than I could have possibly imagined. Carly’s tits were perfectly sized; round, soft, and perky. It was like they were water balloons that had been perfectly filled with the same skill that Leonardo Da Vinci used to paint The Last Supper. Her pussy was as wet as the inside of watermelon and the lips and interior felt like bubble-wrap, coated in lubricant.

After a minute, Jenny released my cock and then spat on the head. Carly took over, lapping up her sister’s saliva off of my bulging manhood. As she sucked on it hungrily, I started making out with Jenny while exploring her body with my hands. Jenny’s body was like a mirror image of Carly’s and just feeling it blew my mind.

After another minute, Carly raised her head and climbed onto my lap, facing me. “Come on, put your cock in me!”

“With pleasure, sis,” I said with a smile.

With my whole body shaking, I grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and forced my cock into the lips of her pussy. She gave high-pitched moan and gripped my shoulders as I penetrated her, and my eyes nearly rolled all the way back into my head from the feeling of her soft wet cunt gripping the shaft and head. She began rocking back and forth, riding my erect phallus as if it were one of those coin-operated rides outside of superstores. With each passing second, she became more and more energized, bouncing on my lap. Happier than ever before in my life, I held out my tongue and licked her tits as they bounced in my face.

Jenny was beside us, fingering her pussy as she watched her siblings defile each other. Carly’s pussy felt so good on my dick, I had to fight with every fiber of my being to keep from shooting my load. It was as soft as her mouth, but much tighter, grinding its soft insides against every single millimeter of sensitive skin. Jenny sat up and held up her hand, with her fingers coated in her pussy juice. I sucked on her fingers, savoring the bittersweet taste of the liquid, and Jenny sucked on Carly’s nipples. With my cock being rammed into her cunt and Jenny licking her tits, Carly was moaning shrilly and holding onto my shoulders with a vise grip. I could see every muscle in her body tensing and contracting as I was driven deep into her.

I shifted position, lying on my back. With Carly still bouncing on my cock, Jenny suspended herself over me and sat down on my face, letting me gorge myself on the soft flesh of her womanhood. I actually had to hold my breath as the voluptuous lips were smothered my mouth and nose. The juices running from her pussy tasted absolutely amazing, but I wasn’t sure if it was the real taste or the psychological affect of the experience.

As she grinded her cunt against my face, Jenny began kissing Carly, but because Carly was bouncing on my cock, the sisters ended up just licking each other’s faces. I grinded my face into Jenny’s slit as aggressively as I could, causing all of her muscles to tighten up. Finally, both girls moaned loudly as they came, and pussy juice gushed out from between their legs. Both girls got off me and I used a nearby pillow as a towel to wipe the fluid off of my face. Now it was Jenny’s turn to get fucked. She got on her hands and knees with Carly beneath her in the 69-position. Jenny lowered herself down and the two sisters interlocked like Velcro. As they started eating each other out, I got behind Jenny and pressed my head against the lips of her cunt.

“Excuse me, Carly, I just want to squeeze in here,” I said as I lifted up Jenny’s hips and forced my cock inside her, causing her to give emit a shrill but suppressed moan into Carly’s pussy.

Mounting her like a dog, I began ramming her with my bulging cock, sending her lurching forward with each thrust. Beneath me, Carly was licking my balls, the base of my cock, and Jenny’s clit. As I hammered my sister’s cunt, I looked down at the two women beneath me and admired the view. Never had I ever imagined being able to fuck my sisters this way. I had a whole library of fantasies in my mind, but I never believed for a second that one of them would come true. Just seeing the muscles in Jenny’s beck as she flexed and stretched was sexy beyond words.

I wanted to fuck them all day, but with this being my first time, it was a miracle I had lasted so long. I pulled my cock out of Jenny and stuck it in Carly’s mouth, letting her slurp the wetness that coated my manhood. Once she licked it clean, I climbed off of the bed and stood up.

“Come on, girls, I took care of you, now I get my turn.”

They too climbed off of the bed and got on their knees in front of me. They pressed the sides of their faces together with their mouths open and their tongues sticking out. I gripped my manhood and began jacking it furiously, but it didn’t take much coaxing for my cock to shoot its load. Thick streams of sperm erupted from the head, splattering across my sister’s faces and tongues. Several jets coated their faces, sprayed their hair, and landed in their mouths. I had ejaculated even more than the night when I first watched them. They swallowed the sperm with wide smiles and licked it off of each other’s faces.

I looked down at my sisters and smiled. “That was my first time having sex, but I can’t imagine any other time being as good.”

“Well this isn’t the last time. We are going to have a lot of fun together,” Carly replied coyly.

None of us were aware of Elisa, standing in the hallway on the other side of the door. She was trembling as she silently cried.

For the next two weeks, I fucked Jenny and Carly at every opportunity, and with our parents gone during each afternoon and most of each evening, I spent almost every minute at home with my clothes off and my dick inside someone. But while my sex life couldn’t possibly get any better, there was something that bled me of happiness. Elisa was more aloof than ever before, often going days without saying a single word to me. She would leave a room when I entered it, take the bus instead of coming with Carly, Jenny, and I when we went to school, and spend all of her time in her room. Often, I would stand by her door, begging her to talk to me. Before I would make my presence known, I would put my ear to her door and listen. Almost every time, I could hear her softly crying. I would beg her to let me in, to talk to her, to just let me hold her, but she would never respond.
While my manhood was in paradise, my heart was in turmoil.

It was middle of the afternoon and the twins and I had just gotten home from school. We were a half-hour late, due to a not-so-quick quickie in the car. We had gotten inside and were just about to go upstairs for Round Two, but Carly and Jenny were taken hostage by the phone. One of their friends had just gotten a juicy piece of gossip, now the three of them had to analyze it from every aspect. Knowing them, it would probably take a while. I figured I might as well check in on Elisa and try to get her to talk to me.

“Elisa, are you there?” I asked while knocking on her door.

“Alex…” I heard Elisa coo softly.

“Elisa, are you ok?”

“Alex… please…”

I opened the door and the breath was ripped from my lungs. Elisa was in her bed, completely naked with her hand between her legs. She was blushing so much that her body seemed to be glowing, but the expression on her face showed pain.

“Please… help me…” she whimpered tearfully.

I walked over and crouched down, wrapping my hand around hers. My eyes were fixated on her beautiful naked body. I had always wanted to see Elisa in such a situation, but not with this look of discomfort on her face.

“Elisa, what’s wrong?”

“I was using a small vibrating rotor, but I accidently pushed down on it too hard. Now it’s inside me and I can’t get it out. I think it ruptured my hymen; I’m bleeding. Please, it doesn’t feel good anymore, I just want it to stop.”

I looked down and saw the box for the rotor. On the front was a picture of it. The small egg-shaped rotor was about the size of a finger joint and activated by twisting the two-piece case.

“So you want me to…”

“Your fingers are longer than mine, can you get it? Please, I’m begging you.”

I swallowed hard, my mind pretty much working on autopilot while it processed everything. “Ok.”

I climbed up onto the bed and Elisa spread her legs. I took just a second to admire her naked body. She was soaking wet from arousal and the soft lips of her slit were parted, but they were also wet with blood. She really had lost her virginity when the vibrator entered her. My stomach was twisted into a knot from the realization of what she had lost. Her innocence had been taken by a mere toy, and she would never know of the feeling of a first-time sexual experience, shared with someone who too was inexperienced. Now that I thought about it, I regretted that it would be the same with me.

“Oh, my poor sweet sister. I am so sorry.”

I placed my hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears and trying to comfort her. She held onto my hand tightly, almost as if she were trying to wrap it around herself like a blanket.

“You’re the only one I trust enough to do this. You’re the only one that I would let touch me like this. Please, take it out,” she whimpered.

“Of course, Elisa. I would do anything to help you,” I replied as I brushed my thumb against her soft lips.

I reached out and placed my hands on her inner thighs. I took a deep breath and pressed my thumbs against the lips of her pussy, feeling her nectar on my hand. Elisa stirred as I parted the lips, opening her up and letting me see her soft pink insides. The sweet smell wafting up was driving me insane with arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to plant my face between her legs, send my tongue as far up into her as possible, and savor the taste of her essence.

“Do you see it?” Elisa panted.

“No, but I think I can hear it. It really is far up there.”

“Please, get it out!”

I nodded and lied down beside her. With our faces just inches apart, we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Hold onto me.”

Elisa bit her lip and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. With my right hand still on her pussy, I slowly pushed my fingers in between the wet lips. Elisa gave a shrill whine as I entered her and tightened her hold. Her body was so slender and her slit was so tight that I could barely work my fingers. Slowly, I got my middle and index finger up to the first joint, then the second, and finally the third. There is no way to describe the warmth, softness, and wetness of Elisa’s insides and how good they felt. I wanted to push my whole hand up into her… among other things. To think, I was actually inside her at this moment.

I searched every corner of her pussy, trying to find the rotor and unable to go in past my knuckles. The whole time I was searching, Elisa was panting and blushing from physical arousal, and her whole body was drenched in sweat. Finally, I found it. While I couldn’t actually touch it, I could feel its vibrations passing through the vaginal walls, and knew it was just a centimeter or so past my reach.

“I can’t get at it.”

Elisa’s eyes widened with fear. “Then what do we do?”

“We have two options: I can take you to the hospital, or we can push it into my reach.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“You need to have an orgasm. The convulsions will hopefully push it enough for me to at least grab it.”

Elisa held her breath and bit her lip, trying to fight her embarrassment. “Ok,” she finally whispered.

I nodded and wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. “Don’t worry Elisa, you’re going to be all right. I’m going to take care of you. Just relax and hold onto me.”

I slowly began to work my fingers in and out, tickling and exciting her insides. Elisa squirmed in my arms as I stroked the lips of her pussy, entering her over and over again with my fingers and loosening her up. Elisa had her face buried in the side of my neck and was giving a continuous mix of a whine and moan, she was gripping my shirt as tightly as possible, and her legs were clamped tight around my hand.

“Oh god, stop! I can’t take it anymore, you’re driving me crazy!” my little sister moaned.

Regardless of what she said, I continued.

From my experience with Carly and Jenny, I put a lot of focus on her clitoris, gently rubbing it to invoke as strong a reaction as possible. From the combination of the vibrator buzzing inside of her and my fingers inside her, it only took Elisa a minute to have a orgasm. Her pussy constricted and contracted over and over again, finally pushing the rotor enough for me to grab it with my index and middle finger.

“I got it,” I panted, pulling it out.

My hand was drenched in my sister’s arousal and the rotor was buzzing in my hand. I stood up and walked over to a nearby box of tissues, using them to wipe the fluid off of my hand. I turned around and whole body became cold. Elisa had her back to me and was lying in the fetal position, sobbing. Only now did I see how young and helpless my sister was, and what I had just done to her. She looked so small, as if she had turned back into a child.

“Elisa, I am so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t stop when you told me too. I’m sorry, please forgive me!”

Several seconds passed by before Elisa managed to speak through the sobs. “I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself!”

I sat on the bed and placed my hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away out of shame. “I just had my brother give me an orgasm because I lost a vibrator in my own body! What is wrong with me?! I can’t imagine what you think of me…”

“Elisa…”

I reached underneath her, with one arm against her back and the other behind her knees. To her surprise, I picked her up and held her in my lap. I kissed her several times on the forehead and cheek and she stopped crying.

“Elisa, my view of you hasn’t changed. I still care about you and I still love you. You are my sister, and the moment we just shared is not something that you should be ashamed of, I’m certainly not. I will always be there for you and be with you, and that will never change. I will never judge you.”

Elisa wrapped her arms around my neck and burst into fresh tears. “Thank you, Alex, thank you so much!”

“You don’t have to thank me. You’ll never have to thank me.”

I then laid her down in her bed and covered her with a blanket. “You should just stay up here and get some rest. After all that you’ve been through, I think you should just take it easy. After a nice nap, you’ll feel much better.”

I then began to laugh and picked up the box for the vibrating rotor. “Now tell me, where the hell did you get this thing?”

Elisa blushed from embarrassment, but she had a small smile. “I bought it from a friend at school.”

“Ah, my dear sweet Elisa is growing up. But no matter how tall or how old you get, you will always be my adorable baby sister.”

“Thank you, Alex.”

I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and she closed her eyes. I gently began stroking her hair, making her purr like a cat. I moved my hand down, gently brushing it against her smooth cheek. Elisa gave a soft hum as I moved my thumb across her soft lips. Finally, I gave her one last kiss on the forehead and I stood up. I pushed the packaging for the rotor under her bed, put the rotor out of sight, and walked towards the door.

Just as I opened it, Elisa spoke. “Alex, you said that you would always be there for me…”

I looked back, staring into her beautiful eyes. She had sat up, letting the blanket fall and reveal her breasts. I nodded.

“And you also said that you will always be with me. Will you stay with me, Alex? Will you stay here… and be with me?”

Before I could answer, I heard Jenny holler. “Alex, can you help us with our homework?”

With Elisa in the house, she knew it would be a bad idea to ask if I could pound their wet cunts and make them scream in ecstasy. The warmth in Elisa’s eyes disappeared. “Go, just go,” she muttered before lying back down with her back to me.

“Elisa, I—”

“Just leave me alone. After all, that’s the way it’s always going to be for me.”

“But Elisa—”

“Get out!”

Reluctantly, I stepped out of her room and closed the door, leaving her to cry into her pillow.

Once again, my relationship with Elisa had been reduced to silence and repulsion. She refused to talk to me or even be near me, but it seemed like she was more sad and disappointed than actually angry with me.

Our parents were out of town for the weekend on a business trip. They were actually going to hand in their notices resignation and look for new jobs so that they could spend more time with us. This trip would be their last business with their company before leaving. It was just after eleven pm on Saturday night, and since we were about to lose a lot of personal time, the twins and I were doing what we usually did: fucking each other’s brains out. With our parents around, it might be a while until we would be able to screw again, so we were enjoying it while we could.

We were in the twins’ room; Jenny was riding my cock and Carly and I were making out. As Jenny bounced up and down, Carly and I were squeezing her breasts. Jenny gave a shrill moan as she had a gushing climax. These girls’ were on hairpin triggers. She climbed off me and took my dick in her mouth, licking it clean and savoring the taste of her pussy juice.

I turned to Carly. “All right, your turn.”

“Hold on, we have a surprise for you,” she said coyly.

Then as fast as lightning, she ran over to the bedroom door, wrenched it open, and grabbed something large. My heart became cold as I realized it was Elisa. She was wearing a white night gown and was struggling to get free of Carly, but her tall older sister easily overpowered her.

Carly carried her over to the bed. “She’s been watching you fuck us every time, so now we want to watch you fuck her. Come on, Alex! Turn her into your little whore!” Carly said sadistically.

“No! Let me go! Please just let me go!” she begged with her eyes full of fear.

“Let go of her! Don’t you dare force her into this!” I roared.

From the ferocity of my voice, Carly and Jenny backed off like two scared hyenas, releasing Elisa. She collapsed to the floor, holding herself as she cried. I quickly pulled on my pants and got off the bed. Elisa didn’t look up at me as I crouched down beside her. She simply clutched herself as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, it’s ok,” I said softly, trying to hold back tears of my own.

With one arm under her knees and the other against her back, I picked her up and cradled her. Holding her in my arms, her tiny body felt as light as a feather. I tried to almost wrap myself around her like a blanket, while she pressed her face to my bare chest. I carried her out of the room, leaving Carly and Jenny behind in disbelief. We walked into Elisa’s room and I closed the door behind us. There were no lights on, but the room was dimly illuminated by the moonlight. I sat Elisa down on her bed and then crouched down on the floor in front of her, holding her hands.

“Elisa, I am so sorry,” I murmured as I wiped away her tears. She didn’t say a word, instead letting her tears speak for her.

“Elisa, please talk to me. I can’t bear to see you this way.” Elisa’s lips parted several times, as if she couldn’t decide what to say, even though she desperately wanted to speak. “Have you really been watching us?”

“Yes. Every time you were with them, I watched you three through the gap.”

I sat next to her on the bed and wrapped my arm around her petite frame. “But why? Why did you watch us? Why have you been so distant from me?”

“Because I wanted to be close to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Alex, I saw you masturbating outside of their door when you first watched them. I was terrified that they would take you away from me, because you had never seen me the way you see them. That was why I showed myself to you in the bathroom; I was trying to get you to love me before you would love them.”

“You wanted me to love you?”

Fresh tears streamed from her eyes. “Yes, but after you had sex with them, I lost all hope. I knew that with them in your heart, you could never love me. I watched the three of you, imagining that you were with me instead of them. Watching you make love to our sisters gave me the smallest spark of hope, and it made me feel close to you.”

“Elisa, I don’t love them,” I said, almost laughing as I spoke.

She looked up at me with disbelief. “What?”

I placed my hand on her cheek and looked into her beautiful eyes. “I don’t love them. I wasn’t making love to them; I was having meaningless sex with them. I was just being a horny idiot, indulging my sexual desires. If I had known that you felt this way, I never would have even touched them.”

“You wouldn’t? But why?”

I smiled and kissed her, pressing my lips against hers for several moments while we held that embrace. “Because you are the one I love. I wanted to have sex with Jenny and Carly, but you are the only one in my heart.”

“I love you, Alex. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, more than you could ever know.”

We kissed again, this time with more passion. As our lips locked together and separated over and over again, Elisa and I lied down on her bed. I placed my hand on her hip and our kiss ended.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to cause you any discomfort.”

“You’re the only one I trust enough to do this. You’re the only one that I would let touch me like this,” she murmured with a small but warm smile, repeating what she had said when I helped remove the vibrator from her body.

We resumed kissing and caught the end of her nightgown with my middle and index finger. I pulled it up with my fingertips running up her smooth thigh, making Elisa shiver with every inch of skin that I touched. She was wearing no underwear, so I caused her to shiver again as I traced the lips of her tight pussy. I ran my fingertips up her slim belly and placed my hand on the center of her chest, feeling her heartbeat for several moments. I then began squeezing her breasts, making her hum in pleasure.

Her boobs weren’t as large as the twins’, but they matched her physique and were as perky as she was. I rubbed them with my palm, gently pinched the nipples, and explored every centimeter of the supple hills. I then moved my hand back down and Elisa pulled off her nightgown. I pressed my fingers against the lips of her pussy, causing her to jerk in surprise. I rubbed the soft lips and she hummed in ecstasy and started to move like a wave. I slowly pushed one of my fingers in and her hum became a loud moan as she gripped my shoulders. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but she was so wet that my fingers could slip right in. As I flexed my fingers in her pussy and kissed her neck, Elisa gripped my shoulders and moaned in bliss.

“Oh my god, that feels so good!”

With her soft voice, the moan she gave was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard. Elisa put her hand on mine and pushed down, trying to augment the pleasure. I eagerly obliged, pushed more fingers up inside her and rubbing even faster. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her against me as I worked my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could. She buried her face in the side of my neck, trying to stifle her moan.

Finally, her smooth thighs clamped around my hand, her juices soaked my fingers, and she bit my shoulder as she gave a shrill cry. Every muscle in her body tightened up from the orgasm, but after several seconds, she relaxed. She had a look of pure bliss on her face, blushing to the point where she was almost glowing in the dark, and her whole body was trembling.

She gained a look of horror on her face when she realized she had bit me. “Oh my god, Alex, I am so sorry.”

I kissed her and she became calm. “Don’t worry, it’s ok.”

“That was the best feeling I’ve ever had. It was even better than the first orgasm you gave me.”

“I’m glad. I’ve always wanted to make you this happy.”

“There is another thing you can do to make me happy…” she said as she put her hand on my bulging manhood. “Love me. Love me forever.”

We resumed kissing, and as we kissed, I pulled off my pants and suspended myself over her. “I love you, Elisa. I love you so much. I don’t want you to feel any discomfort at all. Just say something and I’ll stop completely.”

“Don’t worry, Alex. I want you inside me. That vibrator may have ruptured my hymen, but it did not take my virginity. My virginity is mine to give to who I love, and I want to give it to you.”

We kissed again and I grasped my erect manhood, pressing the head against the welcoming lips of her pussy. I slowly pushed it in, and Elisa gave a trembling gasp and dug her fingernails into my back. Her whole body shook more and more with every inch I pushed in. She was so petite that her pussy was impossibly tight, so the going was slow.

Just past the entrance, I could feel the place where her hymen had been. Nothing as large as my cock had ever entered her, let alone gone past this point. I pushed my cock all the way in and Elisa gave a loud and shrill moan, feeling it go farther in then she thought possible. I slowly pulled my cock out, and then forced it back in, causing to give a shrill but quieter moan. After three thrusts, Elisa’s pussy was loose enough for me to slide freely in it. We began moving back and forth in rhythm, kissing each other as I explored her insides with my manhood. Her pussy felt better than Carly and Jenny’s combined, with the perfect tightness and softness. It wasn’t just the physical feeling that was so nice; it was also the emotional one. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was where I belonged. I was right where I was supposed to be, holding the girl the loved as we consummated our relationship.

Elisa gave a trembling gasp with each thrust, with her chin resting on my shoulder and her legs wrapped around my waist. With her pressed against me, we could feel each other’s heartbeats. My forehead was against her pillow, with my neck bent so that it wouldn’t cover my face and keep me from breathing. I relished the feeling and smell of her soft black hair against my face.

I wrapped my arms around Elisa’s slender frame and picked her up, sitting on the heels of my feet. Elisa’s gasps turned into soft moans as my cock was driven deeper into her. She gripped my shoulders and I held onto her hips, lifting her up and bringing her back down onto my dick. When she would rise, she would gently kiss me on the forehead, and then kiss me on the lips when I brought her back down. As we looked into each other’s eyes, her beauty mesmerized me. The aura of her eyes and the sweet tender smile on her face was almost a religious experience.

I lied back on the bed, with Elisa sitting on my lap, rocking back and forth on my erect cock. She had her hands pressed against my chest, holding onto me for balance as her whole body began to tremble. She started to pant and I could tell that she was about to have another orgasm. I too was reaching the limit of my control. I felt like I was about to ejaculate my organs.

“Alex, I’m about to cum.”

“I know. I can barely hold myself back.”

Simultaneously, I grunted as jets of semen erupted from my cock, and Elisa gave one last moan as her pussy clamped around my manhood and soaked it in her juices. She collapsed on top of me, and we both tried to catch our breath as she kissed my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and she pressed her forehead against the side of my neck.

“I love you so much,” I said as our bodies cooled.

“I love you too, and I have dreamed of his night for years. But what about Carly and Jenny? You aren’t still going to…”

“Of course not, forget them. They can do whatever they want. They’ll be fine without me. I don’t care about them; I care about you. I love you, Elisa, and you are the only one I will ever be with.”

“Thank you, Alex.”

She then began to chuckle.

“What is it?” I asked.

“We have a weird family.”

We both laughed, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Epilogue

Things were better than ever at my house, and I couldn’t be happier. Ever since Elisa and I had expressed our love for each other, we spent almost every single minute together. During the night, one of us would sneak into the other’s room and we would make sweet love in the darkness, and during the day, we would kiss for hours on end. But not only had my relationship with my youngest sister improved, but my relationship with the twins had improved as well. For as long as I could remember, Jenny and Carly had always been strangers to Elisa and I. They rarely talked to us, and when they did, it wasn’t to say something nice. Now we were all much closer than before. The fact that I had fucked the both of them broke the barrier that had always been between them and I. When blood couldn’t bring us together, good old-fashioned threesomes did. Our relationship was now sort of like the TV show Seinfeld, and I was Jerry and the twins were Elaine (if Jerry and Elaine were related).

Instead of being territorial and jealous, Elisa too became closer to them. Just like how sex was what the twins and I had in common, I was what the twins and Elisa had in common. They both apologized for the way they had treated her (especially when they tried to drag her into one of our threesomes), and she forgave them. Now she looked up to them the way a younger sister should, and they welcomed her into everything they did. It was as if the sexual secrets and our intimate relationships were allowing us to finally be close.

During the afternoons, the four of us would be spread across the couch, watching TV. Elisa would be curled up in my lap on one end, and Jenny and Carly would be huddled together on the other. We would talk and laugh more during meals, do our homework together, Elisa and the twins would gossip in their room, and we all finally got to look into each other’s lives. Jenny and Carly were happy for Elisa and I and our love, but I could tell that they missed me in the bedroom. But while I definitely cherished memories of the three of us fucking each other’s brains out, I had absolutely no desire to do it again. Elisa was the love of my life, and she gave me everything that I had ever desired.

It was just after three pm, and the four of us had gotten home after a loooooong day of school. Our parents had gotten new jobs, giving them more time to spend with us. They got home at five, which gave us a good two hours to ourselves. As we walked up the driveway, I had my arm around Elisa and the twins were holding each other’s hands.

“Oh my god,” Elisa groaned, “I spent all day fighting the urge to bang my head against my desk to knock myself out.”

“Yeah, algebra can do that to you,” Jenny chuckled.

“That’s nothing. In science class, I can barely keep from stabbing myself with the closest sharp object. What is it about school that causes us to self destruct?” Carly piped up.

“It’s because the air is full of the confusion and crappy teenage angst of the people around you,” I said with a laugh.

“I live in a house with three teenagers, but I never feel confused and frustrated, just happy,” Elisa said sweetly.

“You are so cute,” I said as I kissed her on the forehead.

We stepped inside and Jenny and Carly instantly made their way to the TV room. I took off my backpack and was about to follow them, but Elisa stopped me. She put her hand on my chest and pressed herself against me. “Let’s go upstairs and take a bath.”

With my hand wrapped around hers, I followed Elisa upstairs. We stepped into the bathroom and turned on the bath, taking off our clothes as the tub filled with hot water. Elisa stood in front of the mirror with a look of disappointment on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I rubbed her shoulders.

“I am so jealous of Jenny and Carly, I wish I had their figures.”

“Why are you jealous? I love you the way you are.”

“I’m 4’9” and I have A-cup breasts. I just wish you didn’t have to bend down to kiss me and that I could give you a little to play with.”

“Elisa, do you know why I love your body?”

“Why?”

“Because I can do this…” I said as I swept her off her feet, with one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. She gave a mix of a laugh and a yelp as I picked her up. “I love wrapping my arms around your slender frame and holding you like a sweet little bunny.”

I stepped into the tub and lowered the two of us into the hot water. As I moved back, Elisa turned off the water and curled up in my lap with my arms wrapped around her. The concept of time ceased to exist, as for uncountable minutes, we just listened to the dripping of the faucet and relished the feeling of our naked bodies pressed against each other in the hot water. I can’t put into words how wonderful every passing moment was. The feeling of her back pressed against my bare chest, her smooth thighs and sexy little ass against my half-erect manhood, the soft sound of every fluttering breath she took, and the knowledge that her heart was beating so close to mine.

“This is so nice,” I said as I kissed her neck, causing her to shiver in arousal.

“Alex, do you ever wonder what we’ll do when we’re older? Just imagine what our parents would do if they found out about us.”

“I figure that since I’m older, I’ll try to get into the closest college possible. That way, we can be close while you’re in high school. Once you graduate, we can get our own apartment and live together. I can’t wait for us to be on our own, living like a real couple.”

“I don’t want to grow up.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to be your sweet little bunny for as long as I can,” she hummed with her eyes closed and her forehead pressed against the side of my chin.

“You are so cute.”

“And you are so sweet,” she said as she sat up and kissed me, with her soft lips touching mine as gently as a falling leaf.

As she rested against me, I ran my hands along her smooth body, relishing the feeling of her luscious skin.

“You know, we’ve never made love in the bathtub,” Elisa cooed.

I smiled and moved my hand down between her legs. As I stroked the soft lips of her pussy, Elisa began to hum and shiver. It was as if every centimeter of her slit controlled a part of her body, because as my rubbing became stronger and faster, her shivers turned into squirming. I slowly pushed my fingers into my little sister, causing her to moan with a soft, dove-like chime. Her body became a furnace as her arousal grew, with the hot water of the tub rippling and lapping at her flesh.

While I rocked my fingers back and forth inside her soft pussy, Elisa looked at me and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed passionately as I played her like a piano and squeezed her breasts. The hot water around us was augmenting from gentle ripples to shifting waves with every movement we made. Elisa suddenly pulled her lips from mine. She was panting heavily, blushing deeply, and her eyes were slightly rolled up as if she was getting a back massage.

“Oh my god, Alex, you’re driving me crazy. You’re making me so hot and wet.”

“Are you sure that’s not just the bath?”

In reply, Elisa turned her whole body around and climbed into my lap. I could almost smell the hormones in her breath as she kissed me.

“Trust me, darling, it’s you.”

As we kissed, I reached under Elisa and guided my manhood into to her pussy, pushing up into her. She gave a soft moan and began grinding her hips, rocking back and forth on my erect cock. I had my hands on her waist and was lifting her up and down, probing her soft insides. Elisa wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, moaning in my ear every time my manhood was driven deep inside her. I don’t know what I was loving more, the feeling of her pussy tightening around my dick with every thrust, or the sound of her soft angelic moans. The water around us was becoming choppier, forming waves that overflowed out of the tub and splashed the floor.

“There is something I want to try,” Elisa whispered in my ear. “Jenny and Carly suggested this.”

She moved off of my lap and over to the other end of the tub. She leaned on the rim with her elbows and slowly shook her ass from side to side. I smiled at the view.

“Come on, honey,” she said sweetly.

I got onto my knees and leaned over, brushing back a lock of her hair and kissing her back. I pressed the head of my cock against her vagina and slowly pushed it in, causing her to give a slow soft moan. I began moving back and forth, driving myself deep inside her with each thrust. I was leaning across her, with my chest against her back and my arms around her. I was feeling her heartbeat with one hand and massaging her perky breasts with the other. I was also kissing her on the shoulders, neck, and the back of her ears. Along with moaning, she was purring like a playful kitten finally getting some affection.

As I became more accustomed to the position, I sat up all the way and moved my hands to her waist. I increased my speed, driving my member into her harder and faster. Elisa’s moans grew in pitch and volume as she held onto anything she could find. She was gripping the edge of the tub and the faucet for dear life, crying out with her soft angelic voice. I looked up and grunted and Elisa moaned as we both had a simultaneous orgasm. Elisa collapsed with a thick rope of semen stretching between my quickly-deflating cock and her pussy. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me.

“It’s a good thing the water has cooled down, because I am so hot right now.”

I looked around and cursed. “There aren’t any towels in here, come on, let’s go to your room.”

“I can’t walk, my legs feel like jelly after that.”

“That means I am successful as a man.”

I put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up, admiring how her petite but sexy form weighed very little at all. Elisa wrapped her arms around my neck and giggled as I held her like a rescued princess. With a trail of water being left behind us, I carried Elisa to her bedroom and laid her on the bed.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I just have to get our clothes and some towels.”

Elisa kissed me and I walked out of the room. I went back to the bathroom, picked up our clothes, emptied the tub, and went to the hallway closet. I pulled out several towels, and when I closed the door, I was face to face with Carly. Her arms were crossed and she had one of those “well what do we have here” smiles.

“Carly.”

“I thought I should come up and tell you that mom and dad called. They’re coming home early. I doubt you would have heard the phone ringing with Elisa moaning like that,” she said as her eyes ran up and down my body, focusing on my half-erect manhood.

“Thanks for the warning.”

Just as I was about to turn around, Carly said, “Hold on a sec, Alex, before you get back to her…”
I turned to her, and as quick as a flash, she was down on her knees with my cock in her hand. “Let me take care of that last blob of sperm so that you’re all clean.”
Before I could stop her, she put my dick in her soft mouth and sucked the last few drops of sperm from my manhood as if it were a straw in a thick milkshake. I had to admit, I was almost paralyzed by the incredible feeling. It had been a long time since I had oral (I didn’t want to ask Elisa to do it, because I thought it would compromise her sweet innocence, one of the things I loved most about her), and Carly certainly was a master at it.

Once she was finished, she stood up and licked her lips. “Brothers are always so messy,” she said coyly before giving me a wink and walking away.

I stood there, dazed and confused for a few moments, trying to figure out what had just happened. I soon regained my mental bearings and returned to Elisa’s room. I opened the door and looked at her, instantly gaining a warm smile. She was lying back on her elbows, gazing at me with pure admiration and love in her eyes.

I walked over and wrapped a towel around her and she gave me a soft kiss.

It was just after ten at night, and I was in bed, replaying what had happened between Carly and I. Neither of the twins had made an advance like that since Elisa and I established our relationship. Carly and Jenny practically shared one brain, so if Carly was brave enough to just come up to me and start blowing me, then Jenny would almost definitely do something similar.

I jerked in surprise as I felt my blanket being lifted up and someone climbing into the bed. I instantly relaxed when I realized it was Elisa. As she snuggled up next to me, she sensed my unease. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.” With the two of us on our sides, I wrapped my arms around my little sister’s slender frame and held her close, enjoying the feeling of her back against my bare chest. “How is it that someone so small can be so warm? I feel like I could wrap my whole body around your petite form, but you’re a literal furnace.”

“My whole body just flares up whenever you touch me.”

“Do you remember that night I came in to brush my teeth and you were about to take a bath? When you opened that door, you were so nervous and blushing so much, it almost looked like you were starting your first day at a new school.”

“I did not!”

“Yes you did, you looked like a virgin sacrifice about to be offered to the volcano gods.”

Elisa then rolled over and pressed herself against me, with her hands on my chest and her forehead against the side of my neck.

“I love you, Alex. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I replied, then realizing that she had fallen asleep.

I smiled and kissed her on the forehead, wrapped the two of us in the blanket tightly to seal in the warmth, and fell asleep with Elisa pressed against me.

I woke up at four in the morning and yawned. Elisa and I had been sleeping in one position for so long that we were overheating. Areas of skin that hadn’t been exposed to air were burning with sweat.

“Elisa, wake up. You have to go back to your room, we can’t let our parents see us together.”

She was sleeping so deeply that I would have needed to splash her with water to wake her up. I sat up, breaking out of the blanket cocoon. I was still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the cool fresh air. I climbed out of bed and picked up Elisa. She gave a soft hum in her sleep as I held her, prompting me to smile and kiss her on the forehead. I walked down the hall with Elisa in my arms and stepped into her bedroom. I placed her in her bed and wrapped her in blankets, giving her another kiss on the forehead before leaving.

As I walked down the hall, the door to Jenny and Carly’s room opened. The two girls were standing in the doorway, and like me, they were naked.

“You two are up awfully late,” I said softly, hoping that neither our parents nor Elisa would hear.

“We just finished having sex…” Jenny began.

“But we’re about to go for another round,” Carly said.

Both girls took a step towards me.

“Come on in and join us, think of all the fun we’ll have,” Jenny offered.

She then pressed her lips against mine and ran her hand across my chest. As Jenny kissed me over and over, Carly grasped one of my hands and placed it on her tits, pressing down on my fingers so that I squeezed them.

“Elisa will never know. It will be our little secret,” Carly said before she and her sister switched places.

After several seconds, they took hold of my hands and began pulling me into their room.

“Stop,” I said sternly. They both looked at me like deer caught in the headlights. “Now the two of you listen to me and listen good. I love Elisa with all of my heart, and I am not going to let the two of your ruin my relationship with her.” Carly and Jenny both looked down to avoid my gaze. “I love the two of you, and I will always love the two of you… as my sisters. I love Elisa, and I will always love her as my soul mate. You two will always be in my life, but she is who I will spend that life with. I need you two to accept that and accept that I’m with her, not you. I’m not the same horny idiot I was before. She’s changed my life and given me self control, something that the two of you need to get.”

“Sorry, Alex,” Jenny said softly.

“We aren’t really ones with a lot of self control,” Carly added with the same apologetic tone.

A moment of silence passed by. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around them, hugging them both. “I love you two, and I will always cherish what we had. But that part of my life is over and Elisa is the one who I will always be with. I’m not saying goodbye, I’m just saying that our relationship has changed. I don’t want the two of you to be the girls I have meaningless sex with, I want you to be my sisters and my friends.”

“Thank you,” they both whispered.

Then they both kissed me on the cheek and stepped into their bedroom, closing the door. I stood there smiling. The way they had spoken warmed my heart. They really had changed, we all had. I was just about to walk back to my room, but I heard a sniffle. I turned to Elisa, who was standing in her bedroom doorway. In the darkness, her eyes seemed to be glowing with a torrent of emotions, and while there were two tear streaks running down her face, she had a warm smile.

“This is eavesdropping thing is really becoming a bad habit,” I chuckled as I walked over to her.

“That was so beautiful,” she murmured as she put her hands on my shoulders. She then stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a small kiss. “You know, mom and dad won’t be getting up for another couple hours. I think we have enough time to make love once more tonight.”

“I love you,” I said as I kissed her.

“And I’ll never forget it,” she whispered as she pulled me into her bedroom, with the door closing behind us.

The End

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