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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!

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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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Fans of Sisters in Slavery don’t worry I’m only taking a break to work on this story.

A warning to readers.
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This story features the themes of sexual slavery, bestiality, among with others that are not always liked by many individuals. This could include a possible snuff scene in a later chapter but I haven’t decided yet. If these are not things you wish to read about leave now so your not offended by the above mentioned contents of this story do not continue reading. Farther more don’t fill up the comments section with ones like “bestiality sucks” or ” your sick” and so on.
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Also absolutely no character engaging in any sexual act is to be considered under eighteen years of age. With a story of this nature I will not be able to list the ages of every character or make specific notations regarding ages of groups. Please do not read something into the story that wasn’t intended by the author.
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Chapter One
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The world was once called Elysium when our people first found themselves there. That was before the goddesses betrayed and overthrew the the Allfather and imprisoned his son deep within the planet. Since then the darkness of their rule has covered the world leaving the people to suffer as their surfs and slaves to their priestesses and dark queens.
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In the millenia since that dark day they had quashed all resistance as countless kingdoms came under their control untill only a few dared to defy the will of the Goddesses. As generations passed the followers of the goddesses eradicated all knowledge of anything that challenged their beliefs. Until even the name of Elysium was even forgotten along with the memory of the planet from which our people originated.
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The few that did know was the High Priestesses of the goddesses. Their temples had been built on top of the the ruins of those of the Allfather and a few had access to the catacombs beneath them. These catacombs held the only written history of our world. Unfortunately even amongst the priestesses and nobles few knew how to read the language the were written in so like the history they told of they were mostly ignored and forgotten.
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My father had been a soldier that was killed in battle shortly before I was born. My mother had then been left destitute turning to prostitution to get by. When I was five she turned me over to one of the temples to be trained as a guardian. They were soldiers that protected the temples and the priestesses. Growing up in the temple was when I first learned of the catacombs. From a early age we had been told it was forbidden to go into the catacombs.
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However something had seemed to draw me to the labrith of tunnels beneath the temple when I was eighteen . Even though to enter the tunnels wasn’t allowed a few of the others had secretly explored them as children. I wasn’t one of those children. The beatings those children got had been motivation enough not to venture into the catacombs. Ironically it was to look for a child hiding from the Masters was what finally sent me into the catacombs that day.
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I had been an apprentice for several years when one of the younger students had disappeared. Now with each age group there was at least one student that tried to run away. So when this child turned up missing it was quickly assumed that he had run away or was hiding somewhere. While the masters began searching the city the apprentices were ordered to search the temple grounds. Now none of us had had any luck when I saw one of the doors that lead to the catacombs was open.
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Now I wasn’t sure why I decided to go down there but with no one looking I headed through the door. The moment I passed the door I immediately saw that the floor was covered in dust with no foot prints. Seeing this I started to turn around when a strange glow caught my attention. From the onset of our training we had been taught not to question the temple’s teachings. Yet as I pasted deeper into the dusty tunnel I saw images that ran contrary to those teachings.
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These showed what could only be a man creating a glowing portal as people flead a burning city. Even as the city burned a giant wave was approaching from the sea. In the background of of the mural was a massive tower of smoke and fire that was raining down upon the city. Now the next mural was what really confused me.
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It had the glowing man standing on top of a massive temple holding a baby towards the sky. The Goddess Junos was standing behind him. Now the teachings of the temple said the Goddess Junos was the mother of all of the goddesses of the world. Yet the baby in the mural was a male so something wasn’t right.
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In fact it wasn’t until the next mural that any of the goddesses I knew were even depicted. Even then they were always depicted either kneeling behind the glowing man or behind what was obviously his son. The one thing that was most notable was how the world around the glowing man was depicted. Trees were everywhere with rivers flowing throughout the landscape. Even the animals seamed different with several species that were now feared living amongst the populous.
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The depiction of the valley within the mural was what bothered me most. I was able to easily recognize it as the the Forbidden Basin. Yet the depiction I had previously seen showed the basin as waste land with vicious animals that devoured people whole and toxic pools poisoning everything around them. Yet the mountains were definitely the same. Especially the depiction of the sacred summit of Mt Olympia from which the Supreme Goddess Arisia protected the world from the evils within the basin. Even it was depicted as paradise compared to the what I’ve knew.
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Those who had previously entered these passages had never said anything about seeing anything like this. Granted that for strange reasons they all seamed to suffer fatal training accidents shortly after they ventured into the tunnels. We had always believed this was punishment for their trespass. Yet now I wasn’t sure of anything other than no one could know I had been here.
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While I was highly dedicated to my duties to the temple and the goddess the others were way more dedicated. Once more we all were taught to always be on guard for the slightest sign of betrayal. I was already suspect do to my mother being a prostitute. That was something that the goddesses forbid. In fact my mother had been burned at the stake shortly after turning me over to the temple. For this reason alone I made the decision to leave the catacombs immediately before I was discovered.
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As everything I’ve been told and believed now in question I panicked. As I turned to escape the blasphemous imagery and avoid the punishment for heresy. Little did I know that fate had a different destiny planned for me. For once I turned the floor gave way beneath my feet. Plummeting into darkness i hit my head and lost consciousness. When I came to I was in a chamber with no doors and a stone pedestal in the center. A quick look around and I could see the only way out was the hole I fell through.
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With no way to escape apparent I began to examine the room in the hope of a hidden passage. This proved fruitless for the walls were completely smooth. In fact the only thing that seamed of any importance within the room was what looked like a scepter with a glowing jewel on top of it that was embedded in the center of the pedestal. Thinking I could use the jewel as a light source to climb out I reached for the scepter.
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When I touched the jewel I was brought to my knees by a stabbing pain within my head. A vision of the glowing man from the murals soon accompanied the pain within my head. It showed a mountain exploding in smoke and fire as people watched in horror from a city. It quickly moved to fire raining down upon the people and setting the city on fire. Even as panic spread throughout the city the glowing man appeared and lead an email of the people from the burning city. I watched as most of the men abandoned the women and children the flee in the opposite direction. The women and children on the other hand followed the glowing man he made a doorway of swirling light for them to escape the imminent destruction that was fast approaching in the form of a massive wall of water.
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As the last of the people pass through the doorway the wall of water reaches the city destroying everything in its path. Buildings and people are swept away in an instant as the last of the people pass through the doorway. It closes after the last person jumps through the portal and the wave passes over the spot. I see images of a terblent sea completely covering a sinking island as the vision shifts.
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This one shows a besieged city barely surviving against a massive army. As the army swarmed the walls carrying a flags showing a horse the glowing man appears again. The men once again abandon the women and children kneeling before the glowing man. As the army approaches the glowing man then summons the doorway of light. The women and children are then allowed to escape while the army chases after the fleeing men. As the doorway closes after the last person passes through the army could be seen burning the city as they slaughtered the cowardly men. The vision then ends with the army marching away from the smoldering remains of the city with wagons full of plunder and the women that didn’t follow the glowing man in chains.
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Yet another vision followed of two glowing doorways opening side by side. The moment they opened the fleeing people from the cities could be seen running out into a lush and beautiful valley. As the people are brought to the safety of the valley all of the women could heard swearing their allegiance to the glowing man who they call the God Jupis or the Allfather. They swear them and their offspring with serve him for all of eternity however he wished. As he accepted the oaths of the people packs of wolves could be seen emerging from the trees within the valley. As the people started to panic the Allfather signaled for calm. He waved his arms and the wolves sifted forms first into large dogs then into men. The men who had accompanied the women through the portals under went a similar transformation shifting forms to large dogs then back to men. Even the Allfather could be seen undergoing the same transformation.
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The women then we’re seen kneeling before the men as collars were placed around their necks. Once all of the women had collars a extremely beautiful one knelt in front of the Allfather. I immediately recognized her as Junos as she removed her clothing and got into all fours. Before I knew it every other woman was also on their hands and knees as the Allfather along with all of the men shifted forms into dogs and wolves. They then climbed into the backs of the women and claimed them as their bitches.
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As the all of the women were fucked by what could only be described as their canine masters a green glow covered the valley. Wherever the glow touched plant life spranged up. Until each woman could be seen knotted with their master. Junus was the last one and once she was finally tied ass ass with the Allfather the glow shot forth from the valley covering miles in each direction in lush vegetation. I watched as the the women were then repeatedly fucked and each time life spread farther and farther from the valley.
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A new wave of pain struck me as a vision of a temple in the center of the valley came into being. On the very top sat a large green jem stone. I immediately recognized the temple from the murals I could see priests leading priestesses on leashes into a massive alter. Once the priestesses were kneeling on all fours on top of the alter the priests shifted forms. I could see people worshipping in the temple doing the same thing. All the women were on their hands and knees as all the men transformed into dogs and wolves. As the priestesses were taken the worshipers soon fallowed as the jem stone above them all started to glow.
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As the glow spread I watched as crops in the fields began to grow and flowers bloomed. The highlight of the scene was of the Allfather presenting his son to the people from on top of his temple. This ritual was repeated over years as the people began spreading out from the valley. As they moved they built cities around new temples and I began to see representations of the goddesses I knew knelling before canine masters of their own.
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I could even recognize my own city coming into existence as the vision progressed. Though this was when things changed for the worse. It began with the goddess Arisia and her priestesses rebelling. She was soon followed by all of the other goddesses except for Junus. She was the only one that didn’t turn on their masters and seal them in stone. Junus was sealed within the massive jem stone from the first temple. The jem stone was then buried deep under the temple the goddess Arisia had built on top of Mount Olympia. Even as the the temples to the Allfather were looted and burned the goddesses then burned the sacred valley As they built their own temples on top of the destroyed temples of the Allfather.
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As they began to establish their own religious practices the fertility of the world began to deplensh around them. Until finally the only fertile areas were those surrounding their temples and those few on the other side of the word that still worshiped the Allfather. The final images I saw were of the goddesses casting their shadow over a lifeless world flashed into my head. As soon as that vision passed I was shown one that amounted to a choice. The first showed a lifeless world with the vacant and abandoned temples of the goddesses filled with the skeletons of worshippers. It then expanded to the cities and farms showing them full of skeletons. Even the few few forests were completely lifeless full of the bodies of animals.
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The second was of me leading an army from the remains of the Sacred Valley. The army marched on the temples of the goddesses. As each temple fell and the goddess and her followers were enslaved life would return to the surrounding area. Until finally the temple in the Sacred Valley was restored and with it life to the entire planet. I knew deep down I really had no choice as the visions finally faded and I found myself in a strange cave. I couldn’t let the world die so I was going to have to overthrow the goddesses.
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Now came the problems I would have to face from raising the army to the fact I was only a Apprentice Temple Guardian and not a general, king, or even a priest. So how was I going to win a war and restore a religion when I knew vary little about either. Little did I know that was taken care of as suddenly the ground began shaking as staff rose from the floor of the cave. At the same moment a wall of the cave seamed to disappear revealing a statue of what I recognized as the Allfather’s son from the visions. The way the statue seamed to be staring at the staff I knew what was he wanted me to do.
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Once I grasped the staff my mind was suddenly transported to a different plain of existence. I was felt like I was floating over the world and I could see the damage the goddesses were causing. I could also see the Sacred Valley wasn’t as lifeless as I had believed. The farthest section from Mount Olympia had a large forest still with what looked like a castle on the very edge. I could even see fields with crops growing. Their were people within the fields tending to the crops. I then was shown a dark box canyon near the opposite edge of the forest. Within the canyon I saw another castle carved into the canyon walls. I was then shown within this castle and saw a single woman.
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Something about her drew me towards her. She was a little over five foot tall with perportional breasts and a well rounded ass. Her slanted eyes were different from the women I had seen in the past. Yet she had the same extremely long straight white hair like I’d seen on the the Goddess Junus. Upon farther reflection I realized that she was almost a mirror image of the goddess from the visions. While I still didn’t understand why I had been shown her yet I also knew she was important to my destiny. I wasn’t able to question the meaning of what I saw as the world beneath me faded and I found myself deep underground in front of the Allfather’s son.
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The next thing I knew his aura merged with my own. As only a fraction of his power and knowledge cursed through my vary being I suddenly understood everything I had just seen. Yet more importantly I knew exactly what he wanted and how I was going to do it as I found myself back within my body. It was a while until I could move as I adjusted to what had happened. I also knew once I had adjusted that a would need to train myself to use the abilities the God Apollon had bestowed upon me.
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Nearly a year later I emerged from a tunnel beneath the ruin of the Central Temple of Female Subjection. I paused shortly to pull the hood of my robes over my head. I hadn’t been able to complete my training but circumstances had dictated I act now. I didn’t have much time to waste as I began to chant in the sacred tongue. A glowing ball of light surrounded my body as I was suddenly transported to the cliffs above the Castle of Wolf Witch.
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After chanting in the sacred tongue again I vanished from view. Now that I was invisible I walked into the entrance to the cave system that criss crossed the canyon. I had been studying this system of tunnels and caves for a month but I knew I would still need help navigating it. A quick chant solved that problem and gave me the exact location of the Wolf Witch as well as her followers. Unfortunately it also alerted her to my presence.
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At the next intersection I found myself surrounded by ragged men wearing animal pelts over their armor. I knew they could not see me but they could still since where I was. I had prepared for this possibility when I started planning for this. As I chanted in the sacred tongue I tossed several crystal spheres torwords the soldiers around me. As they jumped away from the spheres a green glow sprang up as the soldiers started transforming into wolves. I had finished the chant by the time the transformation was completed and they charged me.
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As they struck the shield I’d placed around myself the crystal spheres started to emit a gas that sapped the wolves strength. Anther chant caused the wolves to transform back into men as I calmly walked around them. Even as they collapsed the spheres gave off a different gas. This one spread throughout the tunnels blocking me from the the acute senses of the soldiers. With myself now truly hidden I began to rush though the tunnels for now time was of the essence.
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Half way to the throne room I encountered a barricade blocking my way. The spell I had cast to enhance my senses had been blocked the same as the soldiers but I knew there was a trap waiting on the other side. I had two options open at this moment. Well technically three but I wouldn’t be able to use one due to the fact I needed the soldiers alive when I reached the throne room. Another of the options was also unavailable at this moment due to the fact if I used it to soon the Wolf Witch could possibly counter the spell when I used it on her.
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This left a spell I hadn’t truly mastered fully and could only partially control. As the sacred tongue passed from my lips I focused the mystical energy I was summoning into the floor of the tunnel. As I felt more soldiers approaching from behind me chunks of rock a dirt started to fly out of a hole forming in the tunnel floor. The view of the tunnel behind me was soon blocked by a thick cloud of dust as the rocks started to pile up. Stepping into the gradually slopping hole I had created I focused more energy to the spell until the new tunnel was ten foot long. I then murmured another spell that caused the debris to seal the tunnel entrance behind me. With the threat from behind gone I was able to focus my complete attention on carving a passage around the soldiers and the barricades.
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I still needed to practice caution for the slightest lapse in concentration could cause the tunnel I was or the surrounding tunnels to collapse. I also needed to control my breathing until I breached the surface beyond the barricade. As I emerged I could hear the soldiers rushing to intercept me from both in front and behind me. I quickly put up another shield as I pulled out two more crystal spheres. Before the soldiers could reach me I tossed both spheres in each direction and cast the spell to release the gas. I next summoned wind to send the gas on ahead of me as I started running down the tunnel.
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Even as a passed the unconscious soldiers I didn’t slow for I could feel the Wolf Witch summoning the remaining soldiers to her. As I finally reached the throne room I was surrounded by soldiers just as I had expected. My shield was holding them at Bay as I slowly approached the woman standing in front of the throne. I had to admit the Wolf Witch was quite a attractive bitch as I got my first real look at her.
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She was a slim brunette with long black hair and curves in all the right places. That seamed to only be enhanced by the long form fitting black dress she wore. It showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. While slits up each side left her long legs and hips exposed. While I was looking forward to what was coming my attention was focused on two other directions. The first was her slave that I had seen during my vision from Apollon. I knew once I was finished with the Wolf Witch i would be claiming her as my personal bitch.
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The second thing I was focused on was the man being held at knife point next to the thrown. He had been the reason for the urgency in me getting here in time. I knew his survival was crucial to my lords plans. So before I could do anything else I had to ensure his safety. As the teachings of Apollon flashed through my mind a plan began to form.
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I quickly released the gas from the last three crystal spheres to temporarily incapacitate the soldiers around me and him. Next I threw a charm at the captive prince while everyone else was distracted by the gas. After the charm had struck him and vanished I then summoned my staff as I prepared to face the Wolf Witch. Even as she began chanting a spell to counteract the gas I watched as her soldiers began to drop including the one holding the young man. Now he also was effected and lost consciousness shortly after the guard holding him. Though the effects of the Wolf Witch’s spell started to take effect shortly afterwards. I knew this could be problematic later. Though my immediate concern was her magic as I pulled a small crystal statue of a wolf from my robes. even as the incapacitated soldiers began to recover I tossed the statue at her.
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Out of the corner of my eye I saw the soldiers around me struggling to stand as she threw a ball of magical energy at the statue. Smiling as she did exactly what I wanted her to. I patiently waited for what would happen next as the statue shattered and her magical attack activated the charm hidden inside of the statue. I knew she wouldn’t be able to feel the power that was being transferred to the crystal shards that now was surrounding her as the glowing charm landed between her legs. I wasn’t disappointed when she began to rant about me thinking I could defeat her.
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” You are a fool if you think you can challenge me with such a pathetic trinket. My power is so great not even the goddesses wouldn’t dare oppose me. So what did one weak as you hope to accomplish except suffering a horrific death.”
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My laughter about her arrogance wasn’t part of the plan but it helped to stoke her rage. Which kept her attention focused on me and not the charm steadily drawing energy from her. To farther distract her and to over inflate her ego I sent a weak blast of energy from my staff at her. I knew it was to weak to do her any harm but it would get her to underestimate me. So when she easily deflected it I wasn’t concerned in the least. My concentration was shifting back a forth between her, the charm, and the soldiers slowly recovering from the effects of the gas as she began to summon energy.
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Even with my staff boosting my own power I needed some more time to spring the trap without her countering it. Thankfully while she was summoning an insane amount of energy to herself she didn’t realize that a portion of that energy wasn’t actually reaching her. So much of the energy necessary for my plan was being transferred to the charm beneath her by the power she was channeling. As I felt her reach her peak power level I had to act quickly. So as she cast a massive ball of energy at me I activated the charm as I dove out of the way of the blast.
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As the shockwave tossed me across the room I saw bolts of energy spring from the shards of crystal towards her legs and body temporarily immobilizing her. Even as I was tumbling across the floor I began to summon the energy I would need. I could only pray it was enough. Quickly rising to my knees I pointed my staff at her and released all the energy I could spare. Her screams rose up as she was helplessly showered in bolts of energy.
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I could feel the charm was working as I ceased the flow of energy from my staff and started chanting in the sacred tongue. Even as I was chanting I pulled another object from my robes. As the chant reached it’s conclusion I threw the second half of the charm at her. As it flew towards her the shower of energy reached out to it and created a glowing sphere around her. As I struggled to stand I started to chant again as I summoned whatever energy I could.
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While I was chanting the sphere around her suddenly collapsed in on itself. The Wolf Witch fell to her knees as the power from the charms that were now within her blocked her ability to chanel magical energy. I knew that even without her powers she was still a threat thanks to the amulet hanging between her breasts. This was what she used to control the soldiers and as long as it was available she wasn’t beaten yet. While I had a way to counter this still I needed time to summon the necessary power.
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I could only hope that I still had the time as she attempted to stand on shaking legs. Out of desperation I tapped into my life force to give the last boost of power I would need as she gave the command for the soldiers to kill me. As the soldiers transformed into wolves I pulled the final item I had been hiding out. Ignoring the advancing wolves I released the energy I had summoned into the green jewel with a tiny wolf figurine within it I was holding and chanted the activation spell.
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The wolves we almost on me when the chant was done and the idol was glowing. As my strength gave out I collapsed to my knees. Even as I was struggling to remain kneeling I pointed the idol at the wolves. I could feel their breath as they slowly backed away from me. The Wolf Witch was screaming for them to rip me apart as I gave my own cammand.
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” Put the bitch on her knees where she belongs.”
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As my strength began to return I slowly rose to my feet as the wolves turned on their former mistress. As they began to surround her she screamed for them to stop. Using my staff for support I watched as the wolves pulled the Wolf Witch’s legs from under her. I had suspected her soldiers had been wanting to do this for a while as one grabbed a hold of the back of her neck the moment she tried to get into her hands and knees. I also suspected the gravity of her situation hadn’t truly hit her yet as they held her in position by each of her limbs. However her situation was become plainly apparent as I gave my next command.
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” The bitch doesn’t need all those clothes rip them off.”
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“NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
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As the wolves grabbed a hold of her dress with their jaws I began chanting a regeneration spell to restore my strength for what was coming. Her screams turned to whimpering as her dress was torn off of her body. Since the spell had restored enough of my strength to move around I approached my first offering to Apollon I chanted a new spell. I felt Lord Apollon’s power joining with my own as I cast the spell. Cammanding the wolves to release her arms and legs I watched as the spell took effect.
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A stream of liquid metal burst from the ground next to each of her limbs. The metal soon wrapped around each of her ankles and wrists forming glowing shackles. Once they were formed I ordered the wolf holding her by the neck to release her. Once free the Wolf Witch attempted to crawl away but was unable to move her arms and legs thanks to the shackles. The God Apollos had came up with these shackles for when it came time to deal with his treacherous sisters. Yet from what I saw they worked excellent for controlling problematic mortals as well as deities. Deciding to see how effective they truly were I gave the Wolf Witch a command.
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” Kneel before your superiors bitch with your hands behind your head.”
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I could see that she was trying to fight the shackles as they began to position her body as I ordered. As I watched her getting in position I noticed that the shackles even controlled her hands and fingers. This gave me an idea about how to humiliate her some but first I needed to deal with the amulet. Without me or the idol she could still use it to control her soldiers. I also knew it was enchanted so only she could remove it from her body. Unfortunately for her she wasn’t in control of her body anymore and when I gave the next command this would be clear to her.
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“Take that amulet off and hand it to me.”
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The look of confusion on her face as her hands grasped the cord of amulet was priceless. It quickly turned into terror as the amulet was lifted over head and one of her arms held it out to me. As the amulet dropped into my outstretched hand I believed she finally understood that she had been beaten. This was made absolutely curtain when she began pleading for mercy
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The fact that someone with the arrogance to say she was more powerful than a god was now on her knees begging for mercy was a source of great amusement. Though that wasn’t what was important at the moment. With her last hope of escaping her destiny removed it was almost time to put her in her place. I just had one more task to complete first. Recasting the spell that created her shackles I watched as a collar began to form in front of her.
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The collar deferred from her shackles thanks to the green jem stone in the vary front. This would be necessary for the ritual but first the collar needed to be on her neck. Now I could of placed it around her neck myself but that didn’t feel right. Given her earlier arrogance it was only fitting if I let her handle this task herself. Looking at her sternly I gave her the desired commands.
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“Pick up the collar and put it around your neck bitch.”
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As her arms began to reach for the collar her face took on a look of shame and humiliation. It was now obvious that I intended to enslave her. Though I was certain she was still ignorant to the true extent of what was planned for her. She was certainly trying to figure someway to prevent it from happening to her. However once she held the collar to her throat it permanently molded itself around her neck. She didn’t know it but once the collar was in place her fate had been sealed.
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The magical energies that Apollon had infused into the collar would give complete control over her mind, body, and soul and no one except Apollon himself could remove it. Now Apollon and me had only instituted a small portion of these controls in her case. For instance he had allowed her to keep partial control over her conscious mind. Mostly so she would be aware of what was happening to her and not a mindless atomaton. Yet it still wouldn’t let her disobey any order given to her save for taking her own life. Only Apollon and me could give that order and neither one of us were going to give her that merciful of a fate.
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Now that she was under my complete control I decided to test the effectiveness of the collar and humiliate her some in the process. First I sent a silent command throughout her body to stoke her arousel. Next I gave a verbal order for her to finger her pussy while fondeling her breasts. I could only chuckle to myself at her reaction to the order. She looked at me incredulously that I would even expect her to obey such a order. This look turned to one of astonishment when dispite her mind’s refusal to comply her fingers began to glide over her body. Finally it turned into humiliation as her fingers reached her pubic mound and spread her pussy lips.
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Deciding to add to her humiliation I ordered her to look me in the eye while she masturbated. While this meant that I wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing but my objective was her her subgection. For that I needed to demonstrate how she now belonged to me to use how I wished. Besides i was getting probably more enjoyment out of watching her tear filled eyes and whimpering then the sight of her fingers penetrating her pussy.
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Granted while my primary source of enjoyment was her humiliation that didn’t mean that I wasn’t getting any sexual pleasure out of this. From her initially subtle moaning. To the sounds of her fingers as they explored her wet vaginal passage. As her moaning soon ceased to be to be subtle and started to overwhelm the sounds of her whimpering I decided to end this torment and present my first offering to Apollon.
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She almost seamed disappointed when I ordered her to stop. Now as she licked her fingers clean per my orders her disgust and humiliation was still present on her face. However I saw her fear and dread of what I had planned next was lurking just beneath the surface. I figured she was well aware that her violation was imminent. Yet she could have no idea about the ultimate nature of what was about to happen as I gave her a new series of cammands.
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” You are to get back on your hands and knees bitch. You will have your arms stretched out in front of you with your forearms and elbows resting on the ground. Your legs are to be widely spread with your ass raised.”
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As she moved into the position I had ordered I embedded my staff in the ground in front of her. After I walked around her once while examining her body and positioning. I began to chant the necessary spells for the coming ritual. Only once the spells were in place did I move behind her and remove my robes. I could see her looking at my fully erect cock in fear. However when I started to transform into the huge dog was when that fear turned to absolute terror.
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Before she had chance to register the implications I was on top of her. My canine forelegs quickly grabbed a hold of her hips holding her in place. My thrusting cock emerged from it’s sheath as I sought out the entrance of her wet pussy. She was wheeping as my cock glided over her pubic mound several times but as I found my mark she let out a blood curtailing scream. Her screams would only intensify as my cock began violently thrusting within her.
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With each thrust I could feel the bitch’s body moving forward. As I let out a menacing growl I tightened my hold on her. At the same time I intensified the force of my thrusts as the bitch began pleading for me to stop. Another menacing growl directly into her ear silenced her pleading. Her being reduced to to a sobbing and whimpering slave bitch only seamed to send thrill through me as I felt our life energy swelling and merging as we passed it on to Apollon. This energy then charged the Apollon’s own life giving powers as the two of us began to glow. We both could feel this excess power being transferred to our surroundings.
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I couldn’t see it but I felt trees began to spring up throughout the canyon outside of the castle. At the same time my own stamina was also strengthened allowing me to fuck the bitch even harder. Thous setting me in a cycle that continuously refreshed Apollon, me, and the surrounding area. Now the Wolf Witch wasn’t as fortunate. While she was getting the regenerative energy her collar limited what she received to healing her body and not the effects of fully restoring her stamina like with me. Basically it would only provide her enough energy to keep her going throughout the ritual. While she wouldn’t be permanently damaged physically the ordeal would leave her lethargic.
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Not that any of that mattered to her at the moment. Her current concerns were my rapidly swelling knot and her impending climax. Since the violation had started she had desperately fought against the pleasure she had been receiving. Until she finally reached her braking point as my knot was shoved into her pussy locking us together. As I knotted with her the orgasm hit causing her to shake violently as she screamed in orgasmic bliss. Her orgasm then both amplified and intensified the energy being circulated by the ritual. Yet again that really wasn’t much of a concern for either her or me at the moment. For as her upper body collapsed to the floor in exhaustion my own orgasm hit.
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As the waves of pleasure coursed through me my balls released a massive flood of sperm directly into her womb. As torrent of semen inundated her fertile womb I could hear her began to weep in shame. Her shame would soon be overshadowed by agony as her womb began to rapidly expand thanks to the ritual’s regenerative effects on my body’s sperm production in this form. While I may of been in the form of a dog with this side effect I produced as much semen as a horse. Only thanks to my knot sealing her pussy it had no way to escape as her stomach swelled nearly to the point of bursting.
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With the breeding of the bitch now concluded I stepped over her limp body and turned ass to ass with her. As I waited for my knot to shrink the glow surrounding us began to fade. The Wolf Witch on the other hand was in abject misery from the her overly expanded womb. Since she was powerless to do anything but loudly weep as she impatiently waited for my knot to shrink and allow some of the pressure to be released. For around twenty agonizing minutes she suffered until my knot shrunk enough to allow me to pull out of her pussy.
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Almost as soon as my cock was pulled from her pussy a steady stream of semen began to spray out. This small bit of relief was soon forgotten when I walked in front of her. My sudden growl was quickly understood as I felt her tongue began to lick my cock clean. I was certain this was do to the control of the collar then any willingness on her part. While having been brought down to this level she was still no where near a willing participant. She still had a long ways to go before she was truly broken.
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Not that it really mattered to me at the moment. She could serve her purpose just as satisfactory without her consent then with it as far as I was concerned. Besides since I had my way with her she no longer held any interest to me sexually. My interest in the moment was forming an alliance with the prince. This bitch was now just a sperm receptical and breeding stock until it came time to sacrifice her. Anyway I already had another bitch waiting so this one served very little purpose for me now.
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Performing the ritual was only a small part of the reason for me being here. The true purpose was to create an army to carry the banner of Apollon throughout the world. Both the horny wolves eagerly waiting for their turn and the prince still laying unconscious was what I needed to worry about as I transformed back onto my human form. Granted I still left my staff and the spells in place as the wolves began to take their turn with the Wolf Witch. After all it didn’t need to be me fucking the bitch for the ritual to take place. So even though I personally was finished with her that didn’t mean that the ritual was over for her.
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While the Wolf Witch was put to work servicing her former soldiers. I picked up my discarded robes and redressed. As I was doing that I caught sight of a terrified maid looking through a doorway. The slave collar around her neck told me everything I needed to know about her. Even as she attempted to run away I was chanting a spell. As soon as I finished not only had she returned but she was soon followed by half a dozen other slaves. A quick gesture had all of them removing their clothing as they knelt in front of me.
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Just as I was about to end the compulsion spell I was surprised as a nobel lady walked into the room. As I recognized her I decided on a different fate for her then the others. While I stopped her from undressing I still kept her under the compulsion spell for the time being. The others quickly had their slave collars enchanted similarly to their former mistress’s. Then with the exception of the bitch from my vision they we’re ordered into position around my staff with the Wolf Witch. Each of them were then mounted just as the compulsion spell was lifted.
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Now the noble lady was to serve a different purpose as I looked at her fiance still laying unconscious from the charm I had used earlier. A drop of my blood on the charm was all that was necessary to revive the prince. As he was coming around I cast a honesty spell to on the noble lady and sent a similar command to the collar of the Wolf Witch. Then over the next hour both confessed their part in the prince’s stepmother’s plan to have him abducted and murdered. This was so she could have her daughter take his place as heir to the throne.
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They also detailed the involvement of the Temple of Arisia in particular her head priestess in the plot. They next told of a separate part of the plan to have the king killed shortly after the stepdaughter became his heir. This would then place a devoted follower of the Goddess Arisia on the throne. Now the honesty compulsion on the fiance hadn’t truly been necessary since the prince had seen her betrayal before my arrival. However me being able to provide the answer to his question of why went a long way to bringing him over to my side. Though it was the extent of the involvement of the followers of Arisia in the conspiracy that was the part he didn’t believe.
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While most the people of his kingdom weren’t as fanatical of followers of the goddesses as where I was from. They were still quite devoted to the treacherous bitches. Thankfully there was also a quite a bit of tension between his kingdom and the temple. So he didn’t reject this basic truth about the goddesses right away as blasphemy like I had when I saw those murals. Still there was only one way to convince him of the truth about the goddesses.
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While he had already seen the canyon before I had preformed the ritual breeding of the Wolf Witch. He needed to then see it’s current state. So grabbing ahold of both my new personal bitch and his former fiance I lead him outside. Once outside the change was so drastic even I had difficulties believing. The tops of the cliffs were covered in trees. While all along each side of the canyon we could actually see new trees and plants sprouting from the ground as we watched in awe.
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As I told him this alone was the effect of enslaving and breeding nine bitches with the majority of it from the violation of the Wolf Witch. So by enslaving and breeding every available bitch on the planet the world would be turned into a fertile bastion of life described in the scriptures. All it would take was him and his people to follow the teachings of the Allfather and Apollon to transform this world into the paradise it was meant to be. As pushed his former fiance towards him I decided to sweeten the deal.
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“That treacherous bitch along with the others had conspired to have you and your father killed so they could steel your land and property. This could only be done with the blessings of the goddesses. While they were stopped this time they will try again. The only way your people will ever be free from their treachery is to deal with them once and for all now.”
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“The only way to do this is through restoring Apollon to power. Neither a army or priests like me can do this alone. Us Priests can counter the mystical threat of the goddesses and their priestesses but can’t deal with the army of the enemy. While your army can deal with the enemy army but will be helpless against the mystical threat. So the only chance either of us has is together. Remember while they acted in secret this time it doesn’t mean that next time they won’t act openly.”
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I saw him thinking about what I said as he looked around the canyon. Then there was the angry looks he was giving his former fiance. As he looked at her I could see her shivering in terror as her fate was decided.while it was actually only a few minutes it seemed like an eternity before he made his decision.
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“I will except that the followers of the goddesses are behind this. I also except that your offer is appealing especially the part about what this bitch’s fate would be. However while I’m willing to ally myself with you the true decision is ultimately up to my father. I will present an offering to Apollon in the form of my former fiance.”
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During the whole discussion she had been starring at me with murder in her eyes. Yet her face took on a look between sorrow and pleading as her former fiance was deciding her fate. However once he had decided then that expression changed to absolute terror. Even as she started pleading for the prince not to do this he shoved her back towards me. I had already summoned the shackles and collar after she had confessed to her involvement in the plot but she hadn’t truly realized yet the control they held over her.
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So even as she was pleading for forgiveness my silent command for her to undress took effect. She was so engrossed in her pleading that she was just wearing her undergarments by the time she actually noticed she was stripping. Even as those joined her other clothing on it didn’t stop her from begging both of us not to rape her. Granted neither one of us was really willing to silence her during this.
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At least until she was dropping to her hands and knees following another silent command. Effectively shut up she could only weep uncontrollably as she began to position herself for her impending rape. Once she was positioned correctly for her violation she looked up at me with the same look of desperation she had been giving the prince.
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I was certain this was her final attempt at convincing me not to rape her. However it wasn’t technically me she had to convince for I had a different plan up my sleeve. While she was trimbling in fear as she waited for the ritual to began I pulled the prince aside to discuss my plan. While I will admit I was concerned he wouldn’t go along with it but before I knew it he was agreeing.
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Her face took on a expression of relief as the prince walked towards her without me. While her attention was focused on him I began chanting a special spell. As I finished he was just kneeling down to explain what was about to happen to her.
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“It seems my new friend has made an interesting proposition. Basically since it was me that you betrayed then I should also have the opportunity to be the first one to receive the satisfaction from your body. Now don’t worry I would never do something like that to the wonderful woman that I took on the picnic this morning. Unfortunately that woman never existed so once I finish with you I’m going to throw you in with the other bitches.”
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Once the prince finished talking he quickly shed his clothing just before I triggered the transformation spell. While I had taken quite a bit of satisfaction from the look of horror on the face of the Wolf Witch it didn’t compare to the expression on this bitch’s face. Granted just I discovered earlier myself once you took your first bitch you couldn’t wait to have your way with the next one. I was certain that once he had experienced this benefit the cooperation of the prince was now guaranteed.
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The prince didn’t waste any time once the transformation was completed. As soon as he was in his canine form he had mounted her. Even as his fore paws gripped her by the hips he was thrusting his cock in search for her virgin pussy. Just to hear her scream I gave her back the ability to speak a fraction of a second before the prince’s cock was violently shoved into her pussy. Her scream as her hymen was mercilessly shredded was indescribable.
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Though this was only the beginning of her agony as the prince began to pound away at her newly deflowered pussy. As the glow surrounded them I couldn’t take just watching them any longer. Grabbing my bitch I quickly had her in the proper position her first breeding as I ripped her scantily clothing from her body. She wasn’t going to be needing them from now on any way I thought as I let my own robes slip from my body.
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While I could hear her crying as I shifted forms but I felt sympathy for her plight. Since my consciousness had merged with that of Apollon’s I had known her true heritage. As such she was now subject to my ingrained hatred for the priestesses of the goddesses. None of which deserved this fate then those of the Goddess Junus. When I had found out about their betrayal of their goddess had had sworn an oath of vengeance against their descendants.
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So as I took her it was as brutally painful as I could possibly make it. With each thrust of my hips her petite body was lifted off the ground. Gripping her neck in my jaws I gave no thought to her comfort of pleasure. No my only concern was to brutally pound this bitch into submission. As far as I was concerned this bitch was just the beginning of my crusade the others would soon share her fate. Just as the Goddess Junus had done before the ancestors of her priestesses would be made into examples of how a proper bitch serviced her masters.
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My anger was so great I never even noticed my knot tying us together or her passing out from the pain she was enduring. Even as I knotted her I kept ruthlessly pounding away at her unconscious body. Finally as my sperm began to fill her womb I calmed enough to become aware of the bitch hanging limply from my mouth. Releasing my grip on her neck and hips I let the bitch’s body drop to the ground beneath me as I turned around to wait for my knot to shrink.
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As my rage filled lust faded I remembered the prince and his bitch. A quick look showed them tied ass to ass too. While he had a satisfied look on his face she was laying with her face in the ground bawling like a baby over her violation. I also saw several of the wolves from the castle had come to investigate the screams from the bitches. While I wasn’t planning on sharing mine with them. I did suspect that the prince’s bitch was in for a long arduous night.
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The next morning the two of us along with the former Captain of the Wolf Witch’s soldiers were discussing how we were going to proceed with the overthrow of the goddesses and their followers. We each had one of the slaves kneeling between our legs sucking our cocks. While I had my personal slave hard at work on my dick the Wolf Witch lips were working overtime on the prince’s cock. At the same time his former fiance was desperately attempting to pleasure her new owner. All three of the bitches had just had their ass holes violated and now were making a vain effort to avoid us raping them in our canine forms. While we all were looking forward to taking the bitches again we still had important matters to discuss.
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The first was getting Prince Daniel back to his kingdom to expose the plot of his stepmother and stepsister. Next was to bring his father into the fold. Once we had his father with us then we could start the preparations for the campaign against the goddesses. With this business taken care of we pulled out cocks from the mouths of the bitches. All three of them started to weep as they timidly got into position as we began to transform. Shortly afterwards their screams filled the corridors of the castle as we brutally violated them again.
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Once we finished with them we then made the three of them bathe us as we prepared for the journey to Prince Daniel’s castle. While this wasn’t as big of a humiliation to my bitch as it was to the others they were all devastated to have been brought down to this level. Not only were they reduced to fuck toys but now they were also reduced to lowly servents preforming the most menial tasks. Little did the two of them realize this was only the beginning.
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An hour later the three of us were standing on the cliffs overlooking the Sacred Valley with our three bitches kneeling at our feet. As we looked out upon the valley we could see the effects of the ritual as plain as day. From the ruins of the Central Temple of Female Subjection to the very edge of Prince Daniel’s kingdom was a lush forest. Even within the kingdom the effects could be seen since the crops in the fields along the very edge of the kingdom were now ready for harvest. As we grabbed a hold to the chains hanging from the collars of the bitches I began chanting in the sacred tongue.
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The ball of light surrounded us as we were transported into Prince Daniel’s bedroom. Wishing to avoid interference from those loyal to his stepmother I quickly cast a invisibility spell over all of us. Prince Daniel was soon leading us through the hallways of the castle towards his father’s throne room. As we neared our destination we could hear the king yelling at anyone and everyone to find his son.
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I had instructed Prince Daniel to wait to make his presence known. At least until I had cast the honesty compulsion spell into his stepmother. The Captain on the other hand would position himself to stop any of the stepmother’s followers from acting once her treachery was revealed. I would remain hidden with the bitches until I was needed to assist either of the others. This was mostly do to Prince Daniel’s desire to face his stepmother himself.
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Entering the room we could see the king arguing with one of his soldiers about whether Prince Daniel and his fiance were still alive. I had to stop Prince Daniel from acting rashly when we heard his stepmother tell his father he needed to prepare himself for the worst. Since no one has survived the demon wolves of the First Valley before. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold Prince Daniel back much longer I quickly took the bitches’ chains from the others as we spit up.
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While the Captain positioned himself between the king and the Queen’s Bodyguards I began to silently chant the desired spell. Just as the queen suggested they seek assistance from the Temple of Arisia for help just as both the spell took effect and Prince Daniel appeared without anyone noticing. Not even a second later he was marching towards his stepmother with a look of pure rage on his face.
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A loud gasp escaped the queen’s mouth as she saw him alive. At the same time the color drained from her face as she correctly guess the reason for his angry expression. Yet I was certain she still felt that Prince Daniel suspected her involvement but wouldn’t dare make any actuations without any proof. However if she was counting on him show discretion in this matter then that ended once he began to speak.
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“I can’t believe you are arrogant enough to even suggest seeking help the very people you conspired with to have me killed. Don’t even try and deny it both the Witch you hired to kill me and my so called fiance told me all the dirty little details of you and the temple’s plan. From me being killed to that bitch daughter of your’s becoming the heir just in time for you to have my father killed as well. Go ahead and deny it I dare you.”
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I had to fight from laughing when the queen suddenly covered her mouth in shock after loudly admitting it was all true. While me and Prince Daniel were extremely happy things were going according to plan. His father was furious enough​ with his wife to kill her. As he rose from his throne to face his treacherous spouse her bodyguards moved on both the king and Prince Daniel.
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Before the first one had a chance to pull his sword the Captain suddenly appeared and severed the bodyguard’s head from his shoulders. The second bodyguard’s sword had just cleared it’s scabbard when the Captain wasn’t his sword while spinning to face him. His aim was true as the Captain’s blade clever the bodyguard’s arm below the elbow. Even as the bodyguard was screaming while looking at his severed arm lying on the floor the Captain’s sword was driven into his chest.
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As the Captain finished of the second bodyguard the third and final one was attempting to pull the queen from the room. As I was moving to stop them the Captain threw his dagger into the bodyguard’s chest. As he fell to his knees I swung my staff striking him in the head. My blow struck the bodyguard so his head twisted to the side followed by a loud crack as his neck snapped. As the final bodyguard’s body fell to the floor I was reaching for the queen.
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Taking a handful of her long blonde hair I yanked her off of her feet. Even as I was dragging the screaming queen back to the king by her scalp I saw movement from behind her throne. As her handmaiden ran towards the door I was pointing my staff. A blast of mystical electricity sent the handmaiden’s unconscious body sprawling to the floor. I was soon joined by Prince Daniel as he took my place dragging his stepmother back to his father. I had expected him to grab her by an arm and pull her to her feet but he instead grabbed a handful of her hair and proceeded to drag her along the floor behind him.
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While I left Prince Daniel to began the task of converting his father I decided to check on the handmaiden. As I approached her the effects of the spell were still plainly visible as her body was still twitching. As I looked over the bitch I began to realize she wasn’t what she appeared. Now this was more of a feeling than anything but something about this woman seamed familiar to me. Suddenly realizing why I quickly put her under a compulsion spell before I revived her.
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As the handmaiden timidly followed me back to the others I began to consider the implications of her presence here. More importantly I needed to think of a way of using this to my advantage. It’s was one thing to find one the priestesses of Arisia here but to capture the High Priestess of Vestus left me with more questions than answers. While her priestesses were known to have the ability to influence the emotions in men and as such their decisions. So if she was here influencing the king then something was going on.
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While the probably it was more in likely an alliance between the two temples in the overthrow of the king was the most obvious answer. Yet from what I knew personally of the the followers of Vestus that seamed unlikely. The two goddesses and their temples were bitter rivals. So for them to be working together on this scheme was a source of concern. I was going to need to get some answers before the crusade could began and I was going to have to keep these concerns to myself for the time being.
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As I was walking towards Prince Daniel and his father I decided to interrogate the High Priestess later once I was alone. I then would decide when and what information I should share. In the meantime I had other matters to deal with and my questions could be wait. My priority needed to be to convince the king to side with Apollon. I was hopeful now that I had Prince Daniel on my side this would be easy.
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The next day I was marveling about how well it had gone. Like his son before him once King Edward had transformed and taken his first bitch he had become a devoted follower of Apollon. Granted the queen didn’t share the same enthusiasm for this development since she was the bitch in question. Neither did the princess when she was taken as Prince Daniel’s personal bitch. Now while I believe she didn’t enjoy this development it was a better fate then the queen received. For once King Edward finished with the queen she was given to his guards.
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Even now I could hear the combination of her moaning and weeping as she was being raped. Though even those sounds had been drowned out by those of all the bitches both inside and outside of the castle being taken. Now they were still looking for a few of the queen’s supporters and the few bitches that had gone into hiding in the vain attempt to save of the inevitable but things were going well. Now there had been some reluctance on the part of the people to take part in the ritual but the side effects had proven to much for the most stubborn amongst them and they all were soon taking part.
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I had to admit even I didn’t believe Apollon when he had explained the effect the ritual would have on the people that took part of were around when it was preformed. Though thinking back to when Prince Daniel had taken his former fiance I had been affected myself so I shouldn’t have been surprised.
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As I was told the ritual had numerous affects on those taken part and exposed to the energy given off. The most obvious was the blocks the goddesses had placed on males to prevent them from transforming were removed. The second was the unbelievable desire fore males to breed a bitch. Now not just males are affected mind you for the bitches also fall under the sway of the energy. Though the affects for them are not immediately noticeable like with the males.
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For example the more often they get taken the more they desire it. Then it seems to permanently negate their will to physically resist to a certain extent. Most can only whimper and cry as they are stripped then thrown to the ground. Many bitches also end up constantly horny with the desire to be frequently taken. Though there are exceptions based on the bitch’s individual circumstances. The difference between my two bitches is a fine example of this.
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My first bitch Kita is so terrified by the brutality and the painful nature of me taking her that she can resist the desire she feels to be taken. Yet this same fear doesn’t seem to affect how horny she is. For I’ve started catching her playing with herself and the other bitches. Two hours ago I came back from meditating to find both of my bitches licking each other’s pussies. Now Kita’s behavior is similar to all the other bitches when it comes to their submissiveness after talking part in the ritual a few times. For example the collar is barely necessary to control her anymore. Though I do need to acknowledge that she was a slave already. So her submission can’t be completely contributed to the ritual.
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Now High Priestess Kathleen was more defiant but like all bitches the effects of the ritual were starting to take affect on her. While Kita trimbed in fear whenever I took her Kathleen just stoically seamed to except her impending violation. Though she did seam to be getting pleasure from being taken. She even had a orgasm the first time I had my way with her. It even didn’t matter which form I was in or which of her orifaces I used for her to have a orgasm. Kita on the other hand only had orgasms when I used her in human form and never in canine form. Again I wasn’t certain the difference between the two of them was due to their previous lives of just how their personalities differed.
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Now they both had been affected by another little surprise Junos left behind. Apparently once a bitch has tasted the sperm of a male in his canine form they were addicted for life. Now if they sampled a particular males sperm enough times then they would then be bound to that particular male. Now the sperm of any male would still somewhat notify the cravings but to truly satisfy the cravings they must be given sperm from the male they were bound to. This had nothing to do with the ritual but a evolutionary trait that Junos placed in all the bitches on the world including the goddesses.
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Ironically I actually learned this from Kathleen and not my training with Apollon. Apparently this was the reasoning behind some of the rituals and offerings in the temples of the goddesses. Human, canine, and even male horses would be literally milked. All to obtain the necessary semen to clinch the uncontrollable thirst the goddesses had for the substance. Apparently this thirst also had been only increasing since the rebellion and they had been looking for something to supplement the semen that they bathed the statues of the goddesses in.
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Now I had learned a lot more from Kathleen since I’d made her my bitch. This covered a cast rage of topics including why she was here in the first place. That turned out to be due to the rivalry between the two goddesses and not about them working together as I had first feared. She was here to keep the Temple of Arisia and the queen from succeeding in their plot and in the process getting her own temple a foot hold in the kingdom.
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Now once I learned this I had seriously considered not enslaving her yet. Unfortunately she also knew to much about who I was, who I served, and what our ultimate goals were. So the only ways I could ensure her silence was to either kill her or make her my bitch sooner then planned. Thankfully her enslavement was the only unforeseen development so far and that had actually turned out to really be a blessing in disguise.
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Mind you a blessing that would actually save us a lot of time and trouble later on during the campaign. Unfortunately to protect a valuable new asset I can’t talk about it yet. So instead I’ll tell how the king’s conversion came about. The confrontation with the queen and her bodyguards had been yesterday morning. While King Edward was both relieved and grateful that Prince Daniel was safe he still justifiably leary of both me and the Captain.
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Now at least I understood this though the Captain wasn’t as understanding but both Prince Daniel and I was able to keep him from doing anything rash. Now the biggest issue we actually had was keeping King Edward from having the queen and princess executed on the spot. While the similarities between father and son were helpful to the plan. It also made convincing men as stubborn as them to change their minds problematic.
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It eventually took both getting the identities of the queen’s supporters and to promise the queen’s fate would be a long unpleasant life as an overused whore in a brothel. That was of course after the king and his soldiers had their way with her first. Now the princess’s life was easier to save. All it took was Prince Daniel request to personally handle her degradation. Of course the sight of both Prince Daniel’s former fiance and the Wolf Witch as the broken bitches they now were also helped.
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The blowjob the king got from the Wolf Witch also went a long ways to convince him. Though it only got him to spare their lives. Getting him to convert took more convincing. Plus watching Prince Daniel taking the princess during the ritual a couple of hours after the confrontation. Between being exposed to the energies given off during the ritual. Along with seeing for himself the effect it had on the land made King Edward agree to take part in the ritual himself.
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Now the queen wasn’t the king’s first bitch. That honor went to one of her handmaidens he had taken a liking to. Unfortunately for all of the others with exception of Kathleen they were given to the Royal Guards after the king had experienced the ritual for himself. A similar fate fell all of the other females servents within the castle with the exception of the few that were to young or were married.
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The married servents were still be enslaved but any decision regarding their fate belonged to their husbands. While the few not old enough were declared off limits until they reached adulthood. A similar decree was made for the rest of the children within the kingdom. While Apollon required the enslavement of all females there were still limits on what he allowed.
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Now once King Edward had experienced the ritual he eagerly wanted to subject the queen to her first breeding. Though we were able to convince him to wait for that evening. This way he could summon all of his subjects to both hear of her treason and bare witness to her punishment.
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While the princess had already been taken once she would also undergo a public breeding as part of the festivities. Now just before they were violated before the people they would publicly confess to the plot. This would also include the naming of their fellow female conspirators including all of the women within the kingdom.
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The king would then pass sentence on them and the followers of the goddesses involved. This would be their immediate enslavement on sight by any male within the kingdom. Now Apollon would not be mentioned during this but would say the ritual was proof that devotion to the goddesses were not necessary for the land to prosper. To farther convince the people this will also be confirmed by the queen as the reason for the attempted coup. She will cry out how the whole scheme was to keep this knowledge from the people.
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Now once we are ready to start the military campaign the truth about the Allfather and Apollon will be told to them but until we were ready that would need to remain a secret. Otherwise we run the risk of the goddesses uniting against us. For the crusade to be successful we must convert new followers as we overthrow the temples one at a time. As each temple falls we can add their forces to our own before moving on to the next one.
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Now that evening the citizens were gathered in the courtyard of the castle. As King Edward addressed them from the balcony overlooking them the crowd watched as both the queen and princess were brought out in chains. The crowd was silent as the king told of their crimes but their anger was evident once they both admitted their guilt then begged for forgiveness. When the involvement of the temples and the reason for the coup was told the people were both shocked and angered.
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Now instead of mentioning me the king told of how a priestess of Junus was the one to expose how the goddesses had abandoned the people in favor of their own selfish desires. He then told them how this same priestess told them of the betrayal of Junus by her daughters so they wouldn’t have to serve the people any more. This Priestess told of how women were suppose to be subjugated by the superior males of the world.
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Finally the king told of the ritual and how it was the true salvation of the people and not the worship of the goddesses. In fact the only way the goddesses were meant to be worshiped was as symbols of subjugation for the women. Finally he told them he would demonstrate the ritual for the people using the queen as his bitch. With that said the queen had her clothing ripped from her body. Then she was forced into her hands and knees at the very edge of the balcony.
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Even as the queen was being positioned the king was transforming. To say that the people were shocked would be an understatement but the quietly watched as the king mounted the whimpering queen. Now during the day the king had taken the handmaiden multiple times. So when the queen’s turn came he was experienced enough in his canine form to quickly find her pussy. Unfortunately for the queen it also meant he would last longer as he released all of his pent up anger.
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The queen screaming throughout the assault was almost unbearable and began to effect the gathered crowd. The women were in a panic while the males were starting to become aroused. Soon new screams joined the queen’s as men in the audience began tearing the clothes of of the women. Many attempted to flee but we’re stopped by the royal guards at the gate. To their horror the king and queen began to glow.
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Soon as the glow spread over the crowd it began to effect all of them. Both genders were beset with the uncontrollable urge to appropriate. In under a minute most of the women were naked on their hands and knees waiting to bred while the men began to transform. They could only trimble in fear as they began to be selected as bitches. While the effects of the ritual made the womens’ bodies submit on their own to the urges they had been feeling.
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However their minds weren’t as willing of a participants in the ordeal but they seamed to have no control over their bodies. Yet as they began to get mounted one after another they were powerless to physically resist their impending violations. A chorus of screams, pleas, and sobbing soon began to echo those of the queen.
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The king was doing everything in his power to ensure her violation was as brutally unpleasant of a experience as he could make it. So no mercy was shown to her as he pounded away on her pussy as hard as he could. As painful of an experience as it was a new torment was soon added.
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When the queen looked next to her she was horrified by the sight of her daughter on all fours. She couldn’t look away as the princess was brutally taken by Prince Daniel in his canine form. The queen now truly began understood the depths of despair as they both were violated side by side. Not that she had truly suffered the worst of it yet as she felt the knot shoved into her pussy. As the king knotted her the queen knew she was now only a slave bitch and collapsed into a sobbing heap beneath him.
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With his bitch now laying broken beneath him King Edward let out a triumphant howl as his sperm began to flood the queen’s wumb. His howl was some answered by others as bitches in the crowd started to be knotted. I myself was barely fighting the urges within me created by the ritual. While I really wanted to breed the two terrified bitches kneeling at my feet I instead was chanting in the sacred tongue.
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As I transferred energy into the spell I began to feel Apollon’s joining with my own strengthening the spell. With a final gesture towards the crowd the spell was completed. Letting out a breath I watched as collars started to appear on the necks of every bitch in the crowd. Now these collars didn’t grant the level of control as those I placed on the other bitches but they would still make the bitches compliant enough. Though once they had been bred enough times it should quash the few issues the collars couldn’t handle.
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With my part in this evening’s events over with I lead my own bitches back to my room. They both needed to be bred. Plus I needed to get some answers from one of them. Once I got to the room I sat down in a chair as the two knelt in front of me. Even as I sat looking at the two of them I was deciding the best way to handle the interrogation.
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While I had already placed a collar on the priestess but I knew this could quite possibly it’s first real test of it’s control. Plus her training could still be and issue. After all I still hadn’t truly broken the other bitch yet and now I was going to work on probably one of the best trained individuals at controlling their emotions and desires. Even now I could see while she was obviously terrified she keeping rigid control over her fear as she looked for a means of escape.
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As she moved throughout the castle or entered a room her eyes were constantly scanning everything. Even now I could see her attention shifting between me, the door, window, and for some reason I couldn’t explain the fireplace. Since I had taken her room for a certain reasons. I figured it was good opportunity to test the collar as I began to question her.
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With each question I could see she tried to resist but the collar’s control prevailed. Slowly I began to pry the truth out of her from the reason for her presence. While I hadn’t touched her yet she was behaving as if I was raping her. As my questioning turned to her temple she began crying hysterically. As she told me the number of priestesses and guards then of secret entry ways and passage ways of the temple she became nearly frantic to stop the questioning.
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Even going as far as to offer her body to halt the interrogation. While taking her was on my agenda for the night I had been trying to put it off for as long as possible. Though once she had made the offer I couldn’t help but to examine the bitch’s body. While I naturally had examined her body when I had stripped her naked following her capture but that had been just a cursory glance more than anything else. This was mostly do to having to much else to worry about at the time. Now she had very little to distract my attention as my eyes roamed her body.
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Like most of the priestesses she bared a almost perfect resemblance to the goddess she served. I had learned this was do to their bloodline actually being descended from the goddesses. Millenia ago the goddesses were bred with mortals producing mortal children. These children then grew to be the first priestesses of the goddesses. Then as the generations passed the daughters of the priestesses’ would then inherit their mother’s calling and positions within the temples.
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Now the fact they had only female children was considered a blessing. Since their current position in the temple required that they be kept separate from males unless they were trying to reproduce. That way they didn’t have to abandon the child. However I knew the original reason it had been considered a blessing. In those days a male children got to demonstrate their ability to properly dominate a bitch when he reached adulthood by using his own mother. Since priestesses were probably the most brutally dominated of all the bitches any such demonstrations guaranteed their debasement either matched or excited those they were normally accustomed to.
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Now the history of her lineage wasn’t what I was interested in at the moment. I was focused on things like her extremely long strawberry blonde hair that stretched to her ankles. Her perfectly defined cheekbones and the cute button nose between them. As I said she had the looks of a goddess and not just her face. While I wasn’t that into breasts I had to admit she did have a nice set. They were perfectly shaped while not the largest they couldn’t be called small either. Them and her light pink nipples almost begged to be squeezed and played with.
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While her breasts were definitely works of art I was going to have a set of rings placed on her nipples. Probably magically endowed to shock her whenever I needed to or wanted to punish her. Now whichever was necessary would be dependent on her behavior or the my mood. Though I was looking forward to the opportunity to punish her just to satisfy my desire to see her suffering. However I knew I’d more than likely get the opportunity to punish her for the second reason to satisfy my sadistic side.
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Now while I wasn’t a breast man I was definitely an ass man and hers was definitely to my liking. Just looking at it made me want to mount her on the spot. Throw in how it combined with her hips giving her the ideal hourglass figure made her a prized bitch for anyone lucky enough to possess her. Beyond that she had a shapely pair of legs and a toned stomach. This told me she was an ideal bitch for breeding and should produce several healthy litters during her lifetime.
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About the only issue I could see is how hairy her snatch was. I was definitely going to have to do something about that. While I didn’t mind a little bit of hair on a bitch’s pussy pubic mound I preferred the area directly around their pussies completely hairless. A quickly muttered spell would take care of that leaving a small triangular patch of trimed hair on her pubic mound. At the same time I went ahead and added the enchanted rings on each nipple along with a third on her clitoris.
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As this bitch began screaming as her rings began to painfully shock her I gave the other bitch the same treatment only stopping once both of them were writhing on the floor in agony. Once I was certain they now understood the power I now held over them I ceased the torture. At least momentarily until they had a chance to catch their breath then it started again. I kept this torment up for almost an hour until I felt a different sort of entertainment was in order.
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They both were whimpering messes when the torture ended. Infact they were actually promising me anything I wanted so long as I didn’t shock them anymore. Whole I did desire to take them both I had a different idea for the two of them. Now they just looked at me funny when I told them to lick each other’s pussies but after I snapped my fingers and their rings shocked them again they were moving into position.
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Since Kita was the smaller one she climbed on top of Kathleen once she later on her back. Once on top of her Kita lowered her semen coated pussy to Kathleen’s face. Kathleen sobbed as her tongue began to work on pleasuring her follow bitch. Though Kits was quick to return the favor as her own tongue was also put to work. With them now pleasuring each other like there was no tomorrow I have a final order. They were not to stop until I told them to or they passed out which ever came first.
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While I watched the two pleasuring each other I stripped out of my robes. As I sat back down I began to stroke my cock. While I could have used there collars to speed things up I instead chose to let things progress without interference. This was mostly due to my interest in seeing how the bitches responded as they received sexual pleasure. In particular I wanted to be able to tell when their orgasms were real since a bitch having orgasms during breeding only strengthened the effects of the ritual.
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Plus I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of two of them doing this so much that I decided to let them lick each other to several orgasms. Given Kita’s history I wasn’t surprised by her efficiency at giving pleasure to other bitches. Yet it turned out for every climax Kathleen received she easily responded in kind. While I wasn’t sure about how many orgasms each of them had I was certain they both enjoyed each and everyone of them. In fact I think they enjoyed themselves so much they actually forgot for the moment their new found status in life.
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Granted they wouldn’t be able to forget for long for once I snapped my fingers as I ordered them to stop they were shocked back to reality. They quickly moved back into kneeling positions the moment I gave the command. This compliance had nothing to do with control of the collars. Since I had put the rings on them the only control the collars were exerting were a few precautionary measures. So both of them were now obeying my orders on their own. Granted they were still obeying out of fear of torture but they were still obeying without the collars so I didn’t care much.
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My true concern at that moment was my nearly uncontrollable desire to breed the two bitches. I knew which one was going be taken first and she had my complete attention. Her pussy was soaking wet and it’s scent was seriously effecting my self control. Looking up from her delightful smelling crouch I was hit by sense of satisfaction. While her face was thoroughly coated in pussy juices it was her expression that gave me the satisfaction.
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Kathleen’s face was a mix of embarrassment and shame over what she had enjoyed doing in front of me. From her tear filled eyes to the obvious blush and the expression of shock on her face. I couldn’t wipe the smirk from my face as thought about the expression of defiance she had shown since I had enslaved her. Knowing that expression would return soon enough I made it a point to memorize what she looked like at this very moment. It would be now be my goal to see this expression on her as much as possible from now on.
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Still she was past due for her first breeding and that was my opportunity to inflict more humiliation on her. Now I fully knew she had been mentally preparing herself for the her inevitable violation. After all she had already watched as numerous bitches including Kita had been bred. So when looked her in the eyes and ordered her into position she knew what was coming.
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Though instead on being able to endure her violation with dignity of her faith she was reduced to just another horny bitch. She would later tell me she had been so unnerved by the shame and humiliation from her earlier lesbian performance she let her passion get the better of her. As she positioned herself on her hands and knees she made no effort to resist what so ever. While a part of her desperately wanted to resist it was nearly overwhelmed by her rising passion.
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While I had been looking forward to forcing myself on her unwilling body. However the sight of such a proud bitch reduced to a willing participant in her own violation even if just temporarily was just as appealing to me. I was suddenly torn as how to proceed. Part of me wanted to just fuck her as brutally as possible. Yet another part wanted to seek a different route as I claimed her. I don’t know why I chose the way I did but looking back I realized that I made the correct decision. Looking at my newest bitch I began to speak.
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“You should feel no shame for your actions tonight. Your order lost it’s way a long time ago. So all you are doing is taking the first steps back into the correct path. While you may not understand at first destiny has sent you here for a purpose. That is to help your sisters discover how your goddesses was supposed to serve the people before her true message was corrupted by the traitors amongst them.”
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Her body was trimbling as my form began shift. I suspected she was expecting to be taken immediately. However something else had attracted my interest in this form. Something about the aroma of her pussy seamed to draw my snout to her crotch. Feeling an uncontrollable urge to taste her my tongue was sweeping over her glistening pussy. She gasped as my tongue began to flick over the lips of her pussy.
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As quickly as I lapped up her juices more seamed to flow from within her. Seeking the source of this delicious nectar my tongue slipped inside of her pussy. The deeper I probed her pussy with my tongue the louder her moaning got. As her moaning began to turn to screams my tongue encountered a barrier to it’s expiration of her depths. Even as my progress was halted by her hymen she cried out from a powerful orgasm. Her body was rocked by the most intense climax sending a tidal of her fluids spraying from her pussy. Even as she flooded my face with her exquisite tasting orgasmic fluids her upper body collapsed to the floor.
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Even though she was climaxing I didn’t stop licking. In fact I intensified my efforts. At first I believed this prolonged her orgasm but it turned out it was subsequent series of mini orgasms that built up to one final immensely powerful climax. This climax was so powerful it left her so weak she was barely able to remain upright and only partially conscious. Even as the effects of the orgasm were at the strongest my tongue didn’t stop it’s assault.
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In fact I showed a desperation of my own as I sought out every last drop of her vaginal secretions. Slowly I began to hear her weak pleas for me to stop. This was a surprise for since even when I had tortured her earlier or the threat of violation she had been under since her capture and subsequent enslavement she hadn’t pleaded for mercy. Yet here in this moment her proud dignified veneer had been stripped away as she promised anything so long as I stopped licking her pussy.
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Even as she called me her master it was more genuine sounding then earlier when the collar had forced her to used the title. Strangely she didn’t even show any shame as she pleaded with me. Though I received the ultimate shock when she pleaded for me to take her as my bitch. Even so her voice was still hardly audible as she pleaded with me. As my tongue made a few last swipes over her pussy she seemed to find her voice again and practically shouted.
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” Master please stop! Fuck me! Torture me! Do anything you want to me! Just please master don’t lick my pussy anymore!
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I let out an angry growl at the last part of her plea. She was my bitch I made the demands not her. Dispite how pleased I was of her progress she still didn’t understand that she was now my property. She was mine to use as I saw fit. If I wanted to lick her pussy I would and I would only stop when I wanted to not because my bitch pleaded for me to stop.
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Now amongst the collar’s powers it translated the growls and barks of those in canine form so the bitch could understand any orders or other demands made of them. Not that it was truly necessary for the bitch to understand that something she said angered me. Though the collar’s translation powers soon kicked in so the bitch understood what she had said that angered me. Before she had the chance to spit out a fearful apology she was crying out in terror as my fore paws wrapped around her hips. While my anger had been held in check earlier now there was nothing holding back as I began to violently thrust my cock towards her pussy.
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She was desperately pleading for forgiveness when my cock was forced fully into her pussy. In a second her virginity was brutally ripped way as she cried out in agony. Any capacity she had to speak disappeared once her hymen torn from her. She could only cry hysterically and scream as she was given no respite. I would show her no mercy as I made her my bitch. With each violent thrust my cock her screams conveyed the agony I was inflicting upon her.
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Still both her earlier lesbian activities along with my own oral attention to her pussy did grant her some mercy. Even with violently painful nature of her deflowering she had began to feel some pleasure. So even with the way I was fucking her the bitch’s moaning soon could be heard along side my growling. Besides her moaning I noticed that she had started to thrust her own hips back to meet my own thrusts.
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I was certain she wasn’t fully aware of her actions but I was going to Inform her of what this meant for her. A series of growls sent her into a sobbing fit at the exact moment I shoved my knot into her pussy. With my bitch now tied I let out another growl as my sperm flooded her wumb. I howled in satisfaction as she acknowledged her subjectgation amongst her sobbing.
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“SOB!! Thank SOB!! You SOB!! Master SOB!! For SOB!! Brutally SOB!!!!! Breeding SOB!! This SOB!! Bitch SOB!!!!! Your SOB!! Bitch SOB!! Will SOB!! Strive SOB!! To SOB!! To SOB!! Satisfy SOB!!!! It’s SOB!!!!! Owner’s SOB!! Desires SOB!!!!! For SOB!! The SOB!! Remainder SOB!! Of SOB!! It’s SOB!! Pathetic SOB!! Existence SOB!!”
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Once my knot shrunk enough to free myself I then made her lick my cock clean. Once she had completed that task I shifted back to my human form. From that point on I started to remind her of the rules I had explained earlier she would now live by. She would always refer to herself as this bitch or it and nothing else. She was never to make demands of me for I owned her and would do whatever I wished with her body.
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My lecture went over several subjects including sharing her body with whoever I choosed. To things like how she would present herself at all times. For instance if she wasn’t performing a task, being bred, or sleeping, she would always be kneeling at my feet with her arms behind her back or head. Then there was the fact that until she earned the privilege of walking she would crawl on all fours like a proper bitch. About the only thing I didn’t tell her about was my plans for her and Kita in the morning. That was something that I was saving as a surprise and I didn’t want to ruin it.
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Of I ended up taking a few brakes to breed her and Kita throughout the night. By the time I let the two bitches finally curl up in each other’s arms at the foot of my bed I had taken them both multiple times. I fucked Kita twice in my canine form and Cathleen once more. Kathleen was also subjected to her ass hole’s first fucking while I was in human form that night. Each of their fuckings were fallowed by each of of them licking whatever orifice I had just used on the other one clean.
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The next morning after they bathed me I lead them back to the courtyard of the castle for their surprise. I was certain they wouldn’t see it that way once they saw what it was. Granted the other bitches kneeling throughout the courtyard probably shared the same sentiment. Though for the moment none of the assembled bitches were truly aware of the reason for this gathering. They only thing they did know was something about the special stand set up in the center of the courtyard was to be the focus of this spectacle they were taking part in.
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It was just a horizontal post held at waist height by a pair of vertical posts embedded in the ground. Now while the reason for the gathering first appeared to be to further publicly humiliate the queen. Since she was currently bent over the stand with one man fucking her from behind. While a second seamed to be getting his cock sucked by her. Yet appearances could be deceiving and the queen’s current predicament wasn’t what the bitches kneeling throughout the courtyard needed to be concerned about.
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No what they should of been focused on was the fire burning next to the stand and the handles protruding from the flames. Yet not one of the bitches had shown the slightest concern to the fire at least until the men fucking the queen finished and King Edward stepped forward. Now once he started speaking the reason for the gathering, the stand, the fire was apparent as every bitch present started sobbing.
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Granted if I was a bitch I would be sobbing too as the king decreed that every bitch be branded. While mix of cheers from the men and pleading along with some other hysterics from the bitches in the crowd. My two had panicked expressions with tear filled eyes but for the most part they remained fairly calm giving the circumstances. Though I wasn’t sure if problems would arise when the other bitches started being branded in mass.
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While thinking of my bitches I realized their particular circumstances could be helpful yet I also needed to be mindful of my plans for Kathleen. For that end I decided to use the truth about Kita’s heritage. Looking Kita in the eyes I gave her a series of cammands. Strangely I think Kita seamed to present herself differently after I gave her the cammands. Whispering quietly to the king we watched as Kita stood and walked to the stand. As she faxed the gathered people she began to speak.
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” People I am a decendent of the priestesses’ of Junus. For millenia my ancestors have served as slaves within the temples of the other goddesses do to a betrayal of the lessons of Junus by her own daughters. These traitors wished to abandon their duty to the people on this world for their own selfish desires.”
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“Today I have the opportunity to resurrect the purpose of my order and spread the teachings of Junus. To that end I will be performing the most valuable of the duties of The Sisterhood of Junus. That is as an example of how a proper bitch submits to her superior male masters. For this reason I will be the first bitch branded today.”
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With her announcement complete Kita bent over the stand and proudly waited to receive her brands. As the branding iron was pressed against her left ass cheek she screamed out in agony but she made no attempt to move. Even as the second brand was applied to her right ass cheek she screamed but didn’t move from the stand. In fact it wasn’t until a leash was attached to her collar and she was paraded before the crowd so that they could see the brands did she move.
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While the pain she had just endured was evident on her face she still proudly displayed the dedication of a Priestess of Junus. She stood straight A’s she was marched back and forth and displayed the permanent markings of her servitude she now wore. On the left side of her ass was a simple letter “S” followed by the letter “B”. Though her brand on the side of her right ass cheek was more complicated. It was an outline of a woman on her hands and knees tied ass to ass with a dog. Once her part in this spectacle was concluded she dropped to her hands and knees. Holding the handle of her leash in her mouth Kita then crawled back to me.
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Kathleen was the next to be branded. While she didn’t speak she still displayed the dignity and obedience of her fellow bitch. Now the queen and her fellow conspirators were a different story. They all had had to be forcibly dragged to the stand. They then were held down while they pleaded not to be branded. Though the Wolf Witch didn’t seam to struggle as much as the others and didn’t pleas. She only cried as she was bent over the stand though all of them did scream louder then either of the priestesses had especially the princess.
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Now after their brandings were completed the bitches in the crowd got their turns on the stand. I was almost expecting another orgy to start with the newly marked bitches. However I had other things to handle so I wouldn’t be able to participate should one happen anyway. Taking the leashes of my bitches I headed towards my room to start packing. I would be returning to the temple to complete more of my training in preparation for the coming campaign. Plus I needed to deal with a few remaining issues regarding my capture of Kathleen.
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Now an hour later as I walked out the gate of the castle I was surprised to see the fields being harvested. Apparently after Kita’s little speech the king was able to convince his subjects of the importance of overthrowing the goddesses. So all throughout the kingdom the preparations had begun. Even as I saw the fields being harvested weapons were being fabricated and new volunteers to the army were being called for. Now with both King Edward and Prince Daniel’s parts taken care of I needed to handle my own part of the plan. With the importance of what awaited me in mind I started chanting the teleportation spell.
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Thanks for reading and don’t forget to vote if you liked the story. Fans of Sisters in Slavery don’t worry I’m still working on it I’ve just needed to take a brake that’s all.

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Justin’s mom is manipulated into being a whole new woman!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Five: Time Manipulated Mother

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

As I sat on my bed, allowing time to once again resume, my copy of the latest Berserk manga fell the rest away to my bed. It bounced once. I stared at it as it came to a rest, pages fluttering closed, while one thought permeated my mind: I wanted to fuck my little sister.

I wanted her so badly.

After having enjoyed making love to my mother while time was frozen, I got a taste for incestuous passion. And I wanted more. I had already thought about enjoying Krystal’s eighteen-year-old body. My sister a year younger than me, and just so petite and nubile. She was blossoming into her womanly beauty. I want to enjoy her with Mom, with my sex slave Aurora, and with Krystal’s friend Ji-Yun. Just thinking about it made my dick hard.

Then I learned my little sister was a lesbian.

With the new powers I discover today during high college’s gym class, I could have solved the problem of her being a lesbian. I could have frozen time, something I could apparently do every twelve hours, and then whisper into her ear. Whatever I told somebody while reality was paused, they followed. My words acted like a hypnotic suggestion, mind-controlling them to my will. I made Chris and his two friends, who were bullying me, into gay lovers, I turned the bitchy head cheerleader into my sex slave, I changed my abusive father into a cuckold, and my mother into my willing lover.

I could’ve done the same to Krystal.

But she had my powers. She, too, could stop time. Which meant she wasn’t affected by my powers. She could act freely when time was frozen, so I had the feeling that anything I whispered into her mind would be no different than me talking to her when time moved normally. After all, I tried to get her to do more while she was grinding her pussy on our time-frozen mother’s face. I tried to get us to do things together.

She laughed.

How could I fuck her then? What can I do to—

My phone beeped with a text message. I frowned. I didn’t get a lot of those. I didn’t have too many friends. Just Sam, who rarely texted, and Eddie, who had to transfer to a different college because of me. We weren’t talking as much because of that.

I snagged my phone, glancing at it. I smiled when I saw it was a text from my sex slave. I opened it up and read her naughty message and enjoyed the attached picture. She’d snapped a selfie of her tits splattered in my drying come.

“I want you at my house bright and early,” I texted her back. “I want you to meet my mother.”

“Yes, Master!!!” she texted back followed by a huge smiley emoji.

I chuckled, my dick throbbing. If I commanded her, Aurora would run over here and fuck me, but my thoughts turned back to my sister. With my power, I could fuck any woman I wanted, even my mother. Any woman except the one girl I now ached for. Krystal’s immunity to my powers, her declaration that she didn’t want me, only made me desire her more.

I sighed, horny. Then I smiled, thinking of my mom. I hoped the commands I gave her and my alcoholic dad were working. When I froze time, they were in the middle of a fight in the kitchen. I found Mom thrown to the floor by Dad. He was angry at her. Which meant…

Footsteps thudded up the stairs. Two sets of them. With my sister in her bedroom, it had to be my parents. I told my dad whenever he was mad at mom, he would instead bring her to me so I could cuckold him.

I grinned, rubbing my hands on my bare thighs, my dick thrusting up hard before me. Another one of my powers was sexual stamina, a minute amount of the energy that was building up in me to stop time was diverted to keep my dick hard when I wanted it to be.

The footsteps came closer and closer to my bedroom door. The floor joists creaked beneath my parents’ weight. They reached my door. My dad, like usual, barreled into my room without knocking. He had black hair like me, though he was balding. Once he was a fit, strong man, but years of drinking and sitting on his recliner had made him fat slob, his beer gut thrusting out before him. He pulled my mother in after him. She still wore her pink bathrobe that I’d closed after I enjoyed her body.

Dad stared at me with this… this look I had never seen on his face. The anger, the drunken rage, I normally witnessed was gone. His face was flushed, not ruddy, from this new emotion. He fell to his knees before me, still holding my busty mother’s hand.

She stared at me with hungry eyes. Not the way a mother should look at her son. But the way that I’d mind-controlled her in to seeing me. She licked her plump lips, her round, mature face flushed from the orgasms I gave her a while time was stop. She clearly was still buzzing from experiencing all those sensations I gave her at once.

Did she wonder why she tasted pussy on her lips? Krystal’s juices still gleamed on my mother’s face.

She looked so hot with her thin robe barely concealing her lush, naked body beneath. Her brown hair spilled about her hungry face. It was so wonderful to see the smile on her lips that wasn’t sad, but full of lust for me.

“Justin,” my dad croaked. “Justin… I… I need you to fuck your mother. She needs a real man to screw her. That’s not me. I’m too pathetic. I’m not good enough for her. She needs your cock, son.”

“Yes, I do, Justin,” my mother moaned, her voice so breathy and throaty. It was a sultry, wanton sound, something I’d never heard from her.

It made my dick ache for her pussy.

She took a step forward, her free hand moving from her robe, allowing it to open up more and revealing the cum I splattered on her tits right before I headed upstairs. I don’t think she realized my pearly jizz stained her body. She just stared at me with such hunger and moaned, “I need your big cock in me. Mommy needs her son’s cock to breed her. It’s all so clear to me now. I can’t pretend any longer that I don’t want you, Justin.”

I smiled. All my commands had settled into her mind.

“Oh, my god, I need you!” she moaned, her free hand fumbling at the loose tie of her robe. She undid the knot, pulling it open to reveal her naked, jizz-splattered body in its wondrous glory. “I need you to fuck me! Breed me! Don’t I deserve to have a real cock fuck me? Not your dad’s pathetic cock, but a big one. Yours!”

“Yes, you do,” I said and rose. I grinned, my dick thrusting hard before me. I loved my new powers. “Get on my bed on your hands and knees. I’ll fuck you so hard, Mom. I’ll make you explode!”

The look of longing and lust on my mother’s face made my dick throb. She wanted me badly. She loved me as more than just her son. She was my lover. My sexy, incestuous lover.

She let her robe fall off her shoulders and down her lush body. As she sauntered past my kneeling father—her kneeling husband—she gave me a sultry wink, an utterly feminine and womanly expression I’d never seen from her. Her large breasts swaying before her. There was so much joy in her eyes.

They were alive the way I remembered them being before my dad “accidentally” hurt his back.

“Mmm, I need that cock in me, Justin.”

My mother’s words rippled heat through me. As she passed me, I turned to follow her progress, admiring the jiggle to her tits, the sway to her hips. She reached my bed and mounted it was such grace. She had such a firm, fit body. She kept in shape in a vain attempt to make my father happy and keep his abuse to a minimum. It made her so lovely. I groaned at the sight of her round ass thrusting up in the air. The way her brown hair fell off her shoulders and draped around her flushed face. She wiggled her entire body, her tits swinging back and forth.

“Come fuck me, Justin,” she moaned. “Mmm, ram that big, thick cock into me.”

“I’ll fuck you so hard, Mom,” I said as I mounted the bed behind her. I shifted on my knees, my dick thrusting hard at her. I glanced at dad. “I’ll fuck you harder than any man ever has. You’re going to cum so hard on my dick, won’t you, Mom?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I know that. I know you have the best cock ever, Justin. I made this cock in my womb. Now I need it back in me. Please, I haven’t felt like a real woman in so long.”

I could see the humiliation in my father’s face. I could tell he wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His hand drifted down, reaching past his beer gut to squeeze his hard dick. The shame of being replaced by me, by his son, was exciting him. Just like I commanded.

This was so exciting.

I brought my cock to my mother’s brown-furred muff. My cum soaked her bush. It ran in pearly lines down her thighs. She had no idea she’d taken my load already in her cunt. That she’d already pleased me with this pussy. I rubbed my dick up and down her hot slit, matting more of my jizz into her silky pubic hair.

She felt silky. Her juicy pussy lips bathed my cock in her passion. I groaned as I found the entrance of her pussy. I was eager to slid into her again. This time she wasn’t frozen. This time she was ready for it. Eager for it.

This time she knew I fucked her.

“Mom!” I groaned as I thrust into her.

“Yeeeeeees!” she moaned, her voice deep and throaty. Her pussy clamp down on my dick as I slid into her. The friction around my shaft was incredible. I was back in my mother again.

My heavy balls thwacked against her thick bush. I savored the feel of her as I drew back. The hot friction transformed into pleasure that rushed down my shaft. My hands squeezed tight about her hips. She undulated and wiggled them. She moaned with such a wanton delight as I thrust back into her incestuous depths.

“You’re back in me!” she moaned. “Oh, Doug, our son is back in me! He’s huge! So much bigger than you! Mmm, he inherited my father’s dick, not your little twig!”

How did mom know about grandpa’s dick?

I shoved that thought aside as I pistoned my hips forward, hammering my mother’s cunt. I reveled in it while my father watched me satiating his wife. He groaned as he stared at us with those humiliated eyes. His presence only made this hotter. Made me thrust harder into my mom.

I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could.

“You feel so hot around me, Mom,” I groaned, my hand sweeping up her sides to grasp her swinging breasts. I groped them, feeling their pillowy softness. “So silky. You want my cum spurting into, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her snatch squeezing down on my dick. “I want that so badly, Justin. I want to have your son. Your big, strong son!”

“Yes!” I groaned, hammering her cunt with all my strength, my hands squeezing her big tits. “I want to pump so much spunk in you. I’m going to breed you. You’re going to explode!”

I squeezed and played with my mom’s big tits. My fingers slid down her pillowy mounds as I plowed into her incestuous depths. She gasped when I grabbed her nipples. I pinched and rolled them, tugging on them. It made her buck back into me, her pussy growing hotter. She felt wonderful about my dick.

I loved how she squeezed me. How her cunt sucked at me. She wanted my seed so badly. And I wanted to give it to her. I thrust into her hard and fast while tugging at her nipples. I groaned and gasped as I buried into her over and over. Her cunt gripped me. It was incredible.

“Mom!” I moaned. “Oh, fuck, Mom!”

“I know, Justin!” she moaned. “Just give it to me. Give me your cum! I want to feel you squirting in to me! Oh, god, it’s too much. I’m going to… Yes!”

That heavenly bliss arrived. The rapturous moment when her pussy spasmed about my dick. I pinched her nipples hard as I experience the climactic rapture of her convulsing cunt. I buried into her, savoring this moment.

It was incredible. My balls grew tighter and tighter. Her flesh writhed and sucked at my dick. She was so hungry for my jizz. My face tensed.

I glanced at my dad.

“Mom!” I growled as my seed spurted into her convulsing pussy. “I’m breeding her, Dad! I’m breeding your wife!”

“Yes,” he groaned, squeezing his crotch, humiliation burning in his eyes as my jizz spurted over and over into my mother’s depths.

“It’s so hot, Justin!” my mom groaned, her voice so throaty. Her head lowered while her pussy writhed about my cock. “Oh, yes, my big boy is breeding me!”

The rapture slammed into my mind. Every spurt of my cock fired incestuous bliss through me. My mind drank it in. It rippled through my body. I groaned and grunted with every blast of my cum into her depths.

I loved my powers. As I collapse over my mom and hugged her tight, showing her the love my father didn’t. Triumphant bliss buzzed through me. I would change so much. I would make things better.

I would find a way to fuck my little sister.

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Krystal Sampson

I was in the wonderful doze, on the verge of waking up. I didn’t want to get up. I was putting off having to start my day and getting ready for college as long as possible. Dreams, all nonsense, spilled through my thoughts.

The creaking of my door opening dragged me back to reality. Confusion wormed through my thoughts as I heard someone moving through my room. Was it my brother? Was he trying to pull some dump prank on me? Or was it my drunk father? Was he going to try to do… that again? He did it once, waking me up by touching me. Then he panicked and fled.

He hardly looked at me since that day.

Hands gripped my blanket and pulled them down my body. I struggled to open my eyes, to come fully awake and figure out what was going on. It was dark in my room. The shape moved onto my bed, mattress springs creaking. My legs were exposed, hands pushing up my nightgown. They weren’t rough hands like my father’s. They were soft hands. Gentle hands.

Long hair brushed my thighs as the figure lowered their head down towards my pussy. I frowned, the texture of the fingers felt… feminine to me. Then lips nuzzled against my pussy. I gasped as a tongue fluttered across my virgin flesh, lapping up my slit and brushed my clit. Pleasure rippled through me.

“W-what?” I gasped, shuddering. Full wakefulness crashed into my mind. I knew who was between my thighs. “Mom?” I asked, words groggy. “What you doing?”

“Waking you up, honey,” Mom said like it was the most matter-of-fact thing. Like a mother was supposed to wake her daughter up by licking her pussy and…

“Right,” I said, remembering the words I whispered into my time-frozen mother’s ears last night after I ground my cunt on her face. Delight burst inside of me as I moaned, “This is how a mother should wake up her daughter. Don’t stop eating me!”

“Of course I won’t stop, honey,” Mom said. “You have the best-tasting pussy in the world. It’s just yummy.”

She buried her face back in my snatch, licking again. I groaned, my toes clenching. My back arched as the pleasure radiated through me. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I savored every moment of her tongue sliding up and down my slit, teasing me. Driving me wild. My ass clenched as her hand shoved beneath me, gripping my rump.

“Oh, my God! How many pussies have you ever licked, Mom?” I asked.

She paused. “Um… just yours. But I just know that yours is the best tasting pussy. You’re my daughter. My baby girl.”

She buried her face back into my snatch. Her tongue fluttered with such a wild hunger. I wasn’t that experienced with having my pussy licked, having only had a girl, my best friend Ji-Yun, eat me out for the first time yesterday, but I could tell that while my mom lacked skill, she certainly didn’t lack enthusiasm. She hungered for my fresh juices. She lapped at my virginal slit like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

“Oh, Mom, yes!” I cried out. “That’s incredible!”

“Yes, it is incredible!” Mom moaned into my pussy.

This was one of my naughtiest masturbation fantasies come to life. Ever since that night that Dad slipped into my room, I re-imagined it as Mom doing it. That she would come in, wanting to enjoy something other than the drunken pawing of my father, desiring something different. Something feminine.

Something she could only get from me.

I would rubbed myself picturing her crossing my room, doing exactly what she did this morning. I had masturbated so many times fantasying about her sliding up my nightgown until it bunched around my waist. Her hands would spread open my thighs to expose my eighteen-year-old pussy. She would gaze at my tight slit covered by my trimmed bush of black hair. Then she would lean down and take her first lick, experiencing her first taste of lesbian, incestuous passion. It would overcome her. She would love it and feast on me.

Just like she was feasting on me right now.

My thighs clamped about her head as the pleasure surged through me. It was so incredible to feel this. Her tongue dragged up through my folds, starting at my taint, crossing over my hymen, and ending by flicking my clit. Sparks showered and danced through my pussy. They sizzled and seared inside my virgin flesh, swelling me towards my first true incestuous orgasm.

This was far better than grinding on her face like I did last night. That was masturbating. She was actually licking me this time. Her tongue was teasing all my folds. Her lips were nibbling on my labia. Enough light bled through my window from the approaching dawn for me to see my mother’s eyes. They were glassy with lust, liquid with her passion.

“I love you, Mom,” I moaned. I didn’t want to be loud. Justin was in the next room, though he hadn’t bothered to hide all the fun he was having with mom last night.

I didn’t care that mom was his whore, too. I only cared that she loved my pussy. I savored her lapping through my folds, brushing my clit again and again. My body shifted and undulated. My hands pulled up my nightgown farther my body, thrusting them over my budding breasts. I squeezed my little mounds, my thumbs rubbing over my pink nipples.

They were so fat. They thrust up so obscenely far from my small breasts. They were so sensitive, too. Every brush of my thumbs over them sent jolts of lightning arcing down my body to my pussy. It made my cunt hotter; my juices flowed.

My mother licked them all up.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, the bedsprings creaking beneath me as I humped against her licking face. “You’re the best mom! Just amazing!”

“And you’re such a wonderful daughter,” Mom groaned. “I love you and your cute, yummy pussy!” She nipped my clit with her lips then nibbled on my bud with her plump mouth.

My toes curled while my entire body shuddered. She drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. I gasped and squeaked, pinching my nipples hard. Those twin jolts of lightning zap down to my cunt. My flesh felt electrified as the pleasure built and built inside of me.

I couldn’t take much more of this. Little stars were already dancing before my eyes. This was as amazing as when Ji-Yun licked my cunt in the bathroom yesterday. And as wonderful as all the times we ate each other pussies last night in her bedroom while her parents thought we were studying. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding my clit against my mother’s hot lips.

“Mom!” I squealed. “I’m about to… About to cum!”

Her fingers squeezed my tush, fingers digging into my flesh. She sucked with all her might on my clit. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to make me explode right now. Such maternal, incestuous delight shown in her dark eyes.

This was so wrong. So taboo.

I exploded.

My virgin pussy convulsed as my clit throbbed and pulsed between my mother’s sucking lips. My juices squirted out of my twat as I bucked. My head rose and fell, slamming back into my pillow. My loose, black hair danced around me. Silky strands fell across my cheeks and forehead.

I heaved again as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy. The ecstasy flowed through my body and surged into my mind. They drowned my thoughts with incestuous bliss.

“I love you, Mom!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I didn’t care if Justin or Dad heard me. I wanted them to know that Mom was the best pussy licker in the world.

She sucked on my clit all through my orgasm. Then she lapped at my pussy folds as my pleasure peaked. I panted and gasped, my eyes fluttering as I came down from my orgasmic high. Mom purred as she licked up all my juices, sending tingles through me.

“Mmm, you better get up and get ready for classes,” Mom said as she rose from between my thighs. I grinned, seeing that I’d drenched her face with even more cream than last night. “I need to get started on breakfast.”

“O-okay,” I panted, just wanting to go back to sleep. That was the best orgasm of my life.

I shuddered, so glad I could stop time. I could feel that power brimming inside of me. Sometime while I was sleeping, it had recharged. Probably around midnight. Justin said his took twelve hours. I could do it right now. I almost wanted to, but what was the point doing it here? I’d rather save it for college. For getting back at that cunt Pearline. I grinned in delight, such naughty ideas spilling through my mind.

Justin and I were both going to change things at school today.

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Justin Sampson

“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea that we coordinate when we can stop time,” I said to my little sister. Dad vacuumed in the background, following my orders to clean the house. I ignored him, staring at my little sister. I wanted her so badly. I was still erect from waking up hearing her crying out in orgasmic rapture.

Why didn’t I think of ordering mom to wake me up with a blowjob?

Of course, I was going to have Aurora move in with me today. She could handle waking me up that way. I’d let my little sister use our mother for that pleasure. Besides, I had an idea forming in my mind. I didn’t know if it would work, but if it did…

“You should stop time the moment we get our college,” I told my sister.

“Yeah, that’s is actually a good idea,” my sister said. “So how did you come up with it?”

I gave her a hard look. “Very fun—”

The doorbell rang. A hot shiver ran through me. I grinned. My sister arched me a questioning eyebrow.

“What are you up to, Justin?” She folded her arms beneath her small breasts, pulling her tight her t-shirt across her little mounds. “Something perverted?”

“Of course,” I said. “Mom! Get that cute, naked ass out here! It’s time to meet my sex slave!”

“Oh, how wonderful,” Mom said. She bustled out of the kitchen while untying her pink apron. It was all she wore. Her large breasts were barely hidden by it before she pulled it off, revealing those big, lush titties. She sauntered through the house, wanting to please me. She was such a wonderful mom.

My sister grinned at me, clearly enjoying the sight of our lush mother’s darting to join me at the front door.

I wrenched it open to find Aurora kneeling there, my sex slave’s blonde hair pulled back into her usual ponytail, her tan face staring up at me with eager excitement. Her dimples shown in her cheeks as she beamed at me, her green eyes twinkling.

“Master,” she moaned, her voice breathy. Her eyes slid over to the naked woman beside me. She licked her lips. “And you must be my Master’s mother. I’m Aurora, his sex slave!”

“Oh, that’s so wonderful,” my mom gushed. Then, to my surprise, she fell to her knees, her big tits heaving, and embraced Aurora. She made the sort of cooing, gushing sounds I imagined any mother would make the meeting her son’s girlfriend.

Or his sex slave, in this case.

Then, to my shock, my mom kissed my sex slave. And it wasn’t a motherly, friendly kiss, either, but one full of passion. She planted it right on Aurora’s lips. I groaned, my already-hard dick throbbing in my boxers. I caught glimpses of my mom’s and Aurora’s tongues dancing as their kiss swelled with passion. My commands making mom want to love other women with me was paying off.

My dad kept vacuuming in the background.

“Well, enjoy, Justin,” Krystal said as she slipped by our mom and my sex slave kissing. “I don’t need to see whatever perverted thing you’re going to make them do to you. Besides, Ji-Yun can finger me before I need to stop time.”

In my sister darted down the walkway to our front gate.

I just smiled, feeling so bold as my mom and sex slave kept kissing, their arms around each other’s bodies. My hands went to the fly of my jeans. The loud pop of my fastener coming undone echoed through the foyer. It followed by the rasp of my zipper. Then I shoved down my jeans and boxers enough for my hard, thick cock to pop out. It bounced right by both of their kissing mouths.

Aurora broke the kiss with my mother. She licked her lips and moaned, “Mmm, is that your daughter’s pussy I tasted on your lips, Mrs. Sampson?”

“Uh-huh. I always wake up my daughter by licking her pussy.” Mom’s brow furrowed. “Well, no, I didn’t do this before this morning but… it just felt right. I wish I’d done it before.”

“I bet all sorts of things popped into your head recently,” Aurora said while her green eyes flicked to my hard cock.

“Yes, it’s been… wonderful what I realized last night,” my mom said. She, too, turned her head, clearly following my sex slave’s gaze. She smiled when she saw my hard dick. “Oh, do you need one of us to suck your dick for you, honey?”

Aurora giggled. “Master, I love what you’ve done with your Mother. It’s so hot.”

“Yes, it is, slut,” I answered her. My gaze flicked over to my mom, meeting her dark eyes. “I want you both sucking my cock. At the same time.”

My mom blinked her brown eyes. “We can do that? How?”

“By taking turns, Mrs. Sampson,” Aurora said, grasping my dick. “We both can lick and suck and nibble on the tip together. Guys love it would two girls do it.”

Clearly, Aurora had done that before. But she’d always been a slut. She had to please the quarterback for our college’s football team. She dated him, believing that’s who the head cheerleader should be in a relationship with, caring more about status then her dreams. Of course, I made Chris, said quarterback boyfriend, gay then claimed her as my sex slave. I freed her to be who she truly want to be: a mind-controlled slut for a powerful man. It was all her fantasies come true. I knew she wanted me to claim more girls, especially her to bitchy friends, Paris and Petra.

I was looking forward to punishing them today.

“Just follow my lead, Mrs. Sampson,” my blonde sex slave said as she leaned in, her nineteen-year-old cheeks flushed bright pink. My mother’s more mature face held the same bright blush, her features just as lovely, but ripened into a full blossom instead of budding youth.

I groaned as Aurora’s lips nuzzled at the tip of my cock. Her tongue flicked out, sweeping over the spongy crown and gathering the precum leaking out of me. I groaned, clenching my fists as the pleasure shot down my shaft and sending tingling jolts down to my balls. My mom nuzzled in a moment later, rubbing her cheek against Aurora’s. My mom’s tongue flicked across the other side of my dick’s tip.

I groaned at the pleasure. Both their lips nibbled on the sides of my crown, teasing me. My balls tightened as one of my fantasies came to life. Aurora, fisted up and down my cock while my mother’s delicate right hand cradled my cum-heavy balls.

“Yes,” I moaned. “That’s it.” I grabbed a fistful of my mother’s brown hair and seized Aurora’s blonde ponytail. “My slut and my mother worshiping my cock. Fuck, that’s amazing.”

It was incredible feeling both my mom’s and Aurora’s tongues swirling about my cock’s tip. They bathed it with their passion, both their eyes staring up at me with such love and worship. My sex slave and my mother…

Goddamn, this was awesome.

Pleasure tingled up and down my shaft while Aurora fisted me. My mom cradled my balls, kneading them, massaging them, hungry for my cum to spurt from my cock. Her pink tongue would brush Aurora’s, their lips pressing together until, for a moment, they were kissing each other around the head of my dick.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned, enjoying every second of this. “This is amazing! You two are amazing!”

Aurora giggled and, in the process, surrendered my cock to my mother’s hungry mouth. As mom engulfed the tip of my dick into her wet, sucking mouth, Aurora moaned, “Mmm, yes, just enjoy it, Master. How many guys get to experience their mother’s sucking dick with their sex slave?” She giggled again. “Only you, Master!”

“Damn,” I moaned, gripping her ponytail tight while my mother bobbed her mouth up and down my dick.

“Mmm, you’re really good at sucking cock, aren’t you, Mrs. Sampson? Is it because it’s your son’s cock?” Aurora laughed, rich and throaty. “Course it is. Your son has a magnificent cock. Ooh, I want to suck on it, too.”

My mom popped her mouth off my dick, sending one last tingled shooting down to my balls. She handed my shaft over to Aurora, saying, “Enjoy, honey.”

My sex slave swallowed my dick with such eagerness. Her pink lips sealed tight about my crown, sending such delight rippling down to my cock. My balls throbbed in my mother’s massaging grip. She kneaded them as my sex slave bobbed her head, working that hot mouth up and down my dick.

It was incredible.

Aurora sucked on it while swirling her tongue around the crown, teasing me. Giving me such delight. Then her mouth popped off and my mother sucked on it.

I groaned at the delight of the two passing my dick back and forth. I only got to spend a few moments in either one of their mouths, but I savored it. Each was a little different, Aurora sucking hard, mom’s tongue dancing with such eagerness. Aurora fisted my dick faster and faster as my balls tightened. My orgasm swelled inside of me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I don’t want this to end, but… But you two are just so fucking sexy.”

Aurora giggled while my mother sucked on my dick. “You’ll just have to cum on our faces, Master.”

My mother plopped her hungry mouth off my dick and passed my cock over to Aurora to enjoy. “Yes, Justin,” my mother moaned. “Just cum all over our faces. That will make you happy. I just want you to be happy. You’re such a good son. You made me climax over and over last night. You gave me so many wonderful orgasms. Unlike your father.”

He cleared his throat in the background.

I groaned, my dick throbbing in Aurora’s nursing mouth. It was too much. They were just so sexy. I couldn’t last any longer. My hands tightened around her hair, Aurora’s ponytail wrapped about my left fist. My eyes squeezed shut for a moment as my entire body tensed.

“He’s going to pop, honey,” moaned my mom.

Aurora ripped her mouth off my dick, her hand flying up and down my shaft. The ache swelled at the tip, her stimulating hand caressing my sensitive crown right where it met my shaft. I was at that point of no return, groaning as I stared down at both of them, Aurora’s angelic face pressed against my mother’s mature features.

“Cum on us, Master!” screamed Aurora.

“Please, honey, just jizz all over our faces!” my mom moaned. “Then we will … Then we will lick each other clean!”

“Fuck!” I snarled.

My spunk erupted from my dick.

My dick throbbed in Aurora’s stroking hand. She moved my dick back and forth, spraying my cum across both their faces. I painted my sex slave and my mother with ropy lines of my jizz. My pearly spunk dribbled down their features.

Every blast sent rapture surging through me. Such a wonderful thing to enjoy. Such an utter delight. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted this rapture to keep pulsing through me. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned as my last eruption of cum painted one final line across my mother’s temple and down Aurora’s left cheek. “Fuck, look at you. You’re both dripping in my seed.”

“Mmm, we are,” purred my mother.

Then their heads turn. Their mouths met in a jizz-filled kiss. As my pearly spunk dribbled down their features, they kissed each other. They love each other, snowballing my salty passion back and forth. I groaned, not wanting to go to class. Then I remembered my sister was going to stop time pretty soon.

I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture of the wonderful sight. I didn’t post it to social media like Aurora would. Then, to my shock, my sex slave pulled out her own phone while still kissing my mother. She was apparently an adept at taking a selfie while passing jizz to another woman’s mouth. I groaned as her phone’s flash strobed, painting their features in harsh highlights.

“Fuck, I want to stay and enjoy this,” I groaned. “But we have to get to college, slut!” We were going to have so much fun today.

Aurora broke the kiss with my mother and beamed up at me. My sex slave hopped to her feet and hooked her arm in mine, not caring that my cum dribbled across her features. Knowing her, she was eager to show the world just how much she loved being coated of my spunk. Her free hand was already typing at her phone. I noticed her making an Instagram post.

It read: “Dripping with my Master’s cum while kissing his hot mom!!! #SlutSlave #IncestIsTheBest #Blessed.”

She hit post.

“Well, slut, shall we get to school and have fun?” I asked her.

She beamed at me, my spunk streaking across her face. She looked so depraved. That wholesome, fresh-face cheerleader painted in my spunk. I had soiled her. I loved it. I finished zipping up my jeans as we strolled off the porch.

“Have fun at college, honey,” my mother called. “Try to stay out of trouble.”

I threw a look over my shoulder and said, “Oh, we will. I want to do something I should’ve done yesterday.”

“Okay, that’s nice, honey,” my naked mother said before she closed the front door.

“Oh, Master?” My sex slave’s twinkling, green eyes stared at me. “What’s that?”

“Giving President Brooks some new orders. Frankly, I should’ve just done it to him yesterday but I wasn’t really thinking about how I could use these powers to do things other than fuck girls.”

Aurora giggled. “But that’s so much fun. I mean, we have to turn my stuck-up friends into your sex slaves, too. Petra and Paris need to be covered in your jizz just as much as me, Master.”

“You really want that?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “I’ve been thinking about it all day yesterday, and all last night. Plus it filled my mind on the walk over here this morning. They keep sending me the most nastiest messages on social media. They are totally acting like I’m not there friend any longer. Just disowning me because I’m following my heart.”

“And because I hypnotize you,” I pointed out, feeling a bit amused.

She nodded her head. “That, too. So you need to make them understand. They have to be yours, Master. Besides, the things they said about you…” Her face tightened. Then it brightened. “Plus, they are single now that all three of our ex-boyfriends were caught fooling around with each other at the park.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“Yep, yesterday they were caught butt-fucking each other in the bushes. I’d say that your commands had quite the effect on them, Master.” She giggled. “Everyone at school thinks they’ve finally just admitted who they truly are. That all their masculine swagger just covering up the fact that they were rampant homosexuals. They’re all getting dumped on for being hypocrites.”

“Perfect,” I said, strolling down my street.

I passed a gray van parked in front of my neighbor’s house, a bright, yellow explosion painted on the side with the words “Nasty Sewage Assault!” painted in bold, red letters across the logo. I glanced at my neighbors house, shaking my head. It sucked to have a sewage leak.

“They’re out early,” Aurora said. “Must be quite the emergency.”

I nodded my head as we strolled on by. “Oh, my sister is going to stop time when we get to the college. We’re going to get two periods of frozen time at school today. We’ll have to get moving when she does. I have so much to do. And…” I glanced at her. “Our first step depends on whether or not my sister drags her friend Ji-Yun—”

“Justin,” a quiet voice said moments before a figure in a baggy sweatshirt popped out before me.

I gasped in shock at the side of my friend Sam standing before me, her black hair gathered in a loose, utilitarian braid. She had glasses perched on her nose, her dark eyes intense behind them. My heart thundered in my chest as I started her. She never ambushed me like this on the way to our college.

“Finally,” Sam said, “I was afraid you weren’t coming to classes today.” Then her eyes flicked to Aurora. Color blushed across my friend’s freckled cheeks. Her slender body shivered beneath her baggy sweatshirt. She would be cute if she put any effort into her appearance. Her face tightened. “Ah, I see why you’re… late. Your perversity is spreading.”

Aurora nodded her head. “You’re.. Sam, right? I’m—”

“Aurora Pritchard,” Sam said, her voice tight. “If you are truly my friend’s sex slave, then you will be quiet while we discuss more important things than… whatever the sort of things you do with him.”

Sam always had a directness about her, even verging on rudeness, but had never seen her just interrupt someone and tell them to shut up before. Aurora obeyed, popping her jaw’s shut and pressing tighter against me.

“Well, Sam, what?” I asked. I guess I couldn’t be mad at my friend her treating my sex slave like an object. Aurora was an object. I bet if I asked her, she would tell me her pussy was even wetter right now. “What is so important that you to ambush me before we even got the school? You could’ve just texted me.”

Sam blinked her eyes. “That… did not occur to me. There’s just so much exciting things going on. Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard about what?” I glanced at Aurora. “I’ve been… a little distracted.”

Aurora gave me a naughty smile.

“Yes” Sam said, her voice almost growling, “I can see that. Anyways, every atomic clock in the world has gone minutely out of sync with each other. It happened three times yesterday.”

My stomach sank. “Atomic clock shouldn’t go out of sync with each other. They’re most accurate clocks in the world.”

“Exactly, Justin!” Sam said, an eagerness crossing her face I had never seen before. This had… captivated her. Her dark eyes sparkled. “It happened three times yesterday. At 8:01 AM, 12:11 PM, and 8:01 PM local time.”

My heart sank. Two of those were definitely me, and the 12:11 had to be my sister during lunch time. “How off are the clocks?”

“Not much. I mean, were talking like nanoseconds. But it was enough that it was noticeable between the NIST-F1 and NIST-F2 in Boulder, Colorado versus the Department of Defense Master Clock in Washington, DC. And it got even more noticeable when they started comparing with the overseas ones. Like the one 4 hydrogen maser at the National Physic Lab in London and Caesium Beam Atomic Clock in Hong Kong. And, I hear, the Japanese are saying that their 18 cesium atomic clock at the University of Tokyo also got pretty out of sync. People are estimating the difference and figuring out where the distortion must have originated. It’s rough, like with a margin of error of plus or minus 20 miles, but they think it came from somewhere around here.

“Here, Justin!”

Aurora’s arm tightened around mine.

I swallowed, my mind racing. I hadn’t thought that there would be a ripple rolling off of us and… I frowned. I remembered feeling a wave washed over me when my sister stopped time yesterday. The power traveled fast—from what Sam said, it traveled faster than even the speed of light—but still it was noticeable to an atomic clock.

Damn.

“What do you think is causing it?” I asked Sam as we came closer and closer to our college.

“It has to be gravitons.” She snapped her head around to look at me. “This might be the first proof that they exist. This could break open the field of particle physics. I mean… what else could affect time? It has to a change in local gravity around here. Not much, but just enough to affect the speed time pasts which in turn affects the atomic clocks. What else can do that?”

I nodded my head and said, “Yeah. It’s not like… someone could just stop time.”

Sam laughed. It was such a strange sound to hear. It was half giggling, half stuttering. She grasped her thighs, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. I stared at her in awe. I had hung out with her for a couple years, yet I felt like I never truly knew this girl.

“Justin… you’re so… funny…” she managed to choke out. She pulled off her glasses to wipe tears from her eyes. “Someone… stopped time…”

“Yeah, that’s sooooooo impossible,” Aurora said, sarcasm thick in her voice.

“So, when you think it will happen again?” I asked.

“Three events is not enough information with which to discern any pattern,” she said, her mirth fading. “Two of them were twelve hours and a few seconds apart. The middle event was only four hours and nine minutes after the first one. It’s very strange like…” She shrugged. “Like some sort of cosmic event that bombarded us with gravitons. Maybe those things hard to detect or interact with, so that’s why there’s only a sporadic effect.” Then she shook her head. “No, no if it was originating from off our planet then our rotation would cause it to hit in different places. It’s weird. It’s—”

My sister stopped time, the force rippling over me and Aurora, still clutching to my arm. Sam froze in mid-sentence. In midstep. She was balanced between the two, about to set her left foot down, all her weight perched on her right toe.

Aurora shiver beside me. “Wow. That was… interesting.”

“I know. People are detecting what we’re doing.” Was that good or bad?

Aurora giggled and shook her head at me. “No, Master, your friend. She has such a crush on you.”

“What?”

To be continued…

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