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Hazel carried her daughter out of the den, barely paying mind to her husband with young Elsie on his lap. She was through watching the silly movie they had chosen and now only wanted to bond with her child. Brie was light and slack in her arms and her daughter’s body was hot and damp against her bare breasts.

Brie’s heart beat in an anticipation she didn’t quite understand. She felt as though something grand was in store for her upstairs, but she wasn’t sure what. All she knew for sure was that she was going to get more of that strange syrup. She was already woozy from cuddling her mother on the chair, and watching her father massaging her friend felt salacious. Brie was very turned on and she knew that she would have to masturbate again soon to satisfy her super-orgasmic condition, but for now, it felt right just to be close to her mother.

They climbed the stairs to the second floor and went to Brie’s room where Hazel laid her daughter on top of the bed and rummaged in the nightstand drawer. She pulled out the bottle of medicine and produced the syringe. Brie sat up and watched as her mom inserted the plastic tool into the bottle and pulled back on the plunger, her eyes fixed upon the growing shaft of milky fluid within. Hazel pulled it out and a drop leaked from the tip and slid down the side of the bottle, a slick pearl streaking the glass. She turned to her daughter and said, “Alright, open wide, Brie baby.”

Brie threw herself back on the bed and whimpered, “Mommy, I don’t want to drink it.”

“Honey, isn’t this what we came up here for? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“I— I do want it…” Brie hesitated before continuing, “but I want to play with it.”

“Play with it? Won’t it go to waste?”

Brie hesitated, “I don’t know, but Mommy, I think it will help. Yesterday, you said to listen to my body, and my body is saying to put the medicine on me.”

Brie looked up at her mother with puppy dog eyes and Hazel caressed the girl’s face. She was willing to entertain her daughter’s newfound sexual urges as long as she was doing so safely. She wanted her child to get the most of it. “You’re right honey. I want to do whatever will make you happy.”

“Can… can I play with it on my chest?” The request sounded scandalous in Brie’s head, and even almost silly. She held her breath in anticipation.

Hazel gazed at her daughter for only a moment more before finally acquiescing. “Okay honey, if you think that will make you feel better.” Brie stared, entranced at the syringe, and licked her lips and nodded. “Alright, let’s take off your top and you can lay back.” Hazel clenched the syringe in her teeth and, with both hands, reached over and slipped her fingers under her daughter’s flounce top. She tugged upwards and pulled the bikini over Brie’s head, leaving the girl to flop lazily back onto the bed, her nipples greeting the open air.

Brie rubbed her fingers over them and took in a sharp breath. Each digit felt like lighting as it caressed over the stiff points on her budding breasts. The feeling coursed deep into her lungs and spread down to her honey pot. She moaned softly, enjoying the pleasures of her own body.

Hazel hovered over her, syringe in hand. “Okay, here it comes, baby.” She slowly pushed the plunger in.

Brie watched as a blob of syrup oozed out and dangled at the end of a long, viscous strand. It glided through the air until at last it made contact with her naked chest. It was startlingly cool, and she flinched slightly, but it quickly warmed in contact with her hot skin. Slowly and deliberately, her mother traced the fluid from one nipple, across her scant cleavage, to the other, and back once again until the syringe was empty. Brie’s breath grew ragged as she reached up to touch the stuff. She slid her finger into it and marveled at it. It was silky, almost impossibly slippery, yet somehow it was sticky, clinging to her fingers. She sighed in ecstasy.

“How is it, baby?” Hazel asked, laying down next to her.

“It’s good,” was all Brie could think to say. As her mom laid against her, she rubbed the fluid around her chest, working it in with her fingers, like it was a lotion. She felt it having an effect on her. The electric feelings in her chest grew especially intense as she nestled into the warmth of her mom’s body. She wondered if she was going to cum from this feeling alone. As the essence began to absorb into her flesh, Hazel’s words once again cut through the fog.

“Is it helping, baby? Do you need some more?”

Brie didn’t need to be asked twice. “More.”

Hazel reached for the medicine bottle. As she brought it near, she fumbled it on the slick streak that had spilled down the side and lost her grip. The glass bottle slipped from her fingers and bounced off of her bare tits and rolled onto her stomach. The whole way, it spilled its contents all down the woman’s body, all over her skin. “Oh shit!” she cried out, quickly righting it and returning it back to the night stand. But it was too late. The bottle was practically empty by the time she saved it.

Brie was startled by her mother’s sudden moves and her eyes snapped open with stark clarity. Putting her playtime out of her mind, she leaned up on her elbows and took stock of the situation. Her mother was now covered in the gluey medicine she was supposed to drink. Streaks of it rolled down the mounds of her mother’s breasts, slid off her torso onto the bed, and puddled in her belly button.

Hazel covered her eyes and laughed in embarrassment. “Oh no! What do we do now?”

As Brie considered the question, the only thing she could focus on was how to make the most of all the sticky fluid. “I need it,” she said.

“I’m sorry honey, the only way now is to get it off of me. I don’t think we’ll be able to get it back into the bottle at this point.”

Brie flicked her eyes across her mother’s topless body, feeling a desperation to not let any of the medicine go to waste. She reached out her hand, scooping up some of the fluid with her fingers, and brought it to her mouth. She savored the flavor. Again she did it, this time cupping her hand against her mother’s body and scraping up a small amount that formed a puddle in her palm. She slurped it up greedily and a small amount dribbled down her chin, which she tried to catch with the back of her tongue.

Down below, she felt her vagina begin to throb. She found the wet patch forming in the crotch of her pants cool and distracting. Barely aware that her mother was watching her intently, she slid the elastic band down over her ass to allow her juices to drip freely onto the bed, then kicked off her pants. She turned her attention back to the body in front of her, still coated in that fascinating elixir, and she felt inspired to have it all over her own body. With short breaths, she leaned in closely to her mother’s belly and said, “I need it all.”

She stuck out her tongue to lap up the medicine, but as her head ducked closer, she changed her mind. Instead, she planted her entire face against her mother’s soft flesh and rubbed herself in the liquid directly, like a cat rolling in catnip. Hazel gasped at Brie’s wanton, desperate behavior. Brie moaned lightly, feeling the silky remedy coating her cheeks and nose.

Hazel lustily arched her back, pressing herself against her child, and reached down to grab a fistful of her daughter’s hair on the back of her head. She tugged gently, guiding Brie’s hot face across her skin. She pulled her daughter up to her breasts and Brie shifted her nude body on top of her mother’s.

Between them, the cloudy, sticky liquid lubricated their bodies and Brie slid around on its slickness. The friction of their skin gliding around electrified her nerves and she began to hump her slit against her mother’s tummy. Her pussy continued to exude her own brand of girl cum, adding to the melange of sweat and serum that gleamed over their forms. She urgently began to suck up whatever of the antidote remained on her mother’s breasts, dragging her tongue up and down the soft mounds.

Hazel was enraptured by her daughter’s attentiveness and her chest heaved. She looked down and saw Brie lapping, red-cheeked, at her breasts. Her face was spackled with the spilled medicine and shining with sweat. Strands of the girl’s hair were pasted to her forehead. She looked like she had been on the wrong end of a porno money-shot. Nevertheless, Hazel wasn’t repulsed by the sight of her filthy daughter. In fact, she felt a swell of joy from deep inside her chest, which gave her an intense desire to be ever closer to her child. She pulled the girl up from her chest until they were face-to-face, and just as Brie looked in her eyes, Hazel craned her neck up for a passionate kiss.

Brie didn’t need any encouragement. In fact, she was the first to offer up her tongue in the exchange. They moaned together into each others’ open mouths. Hazel felt the slimy film of the syrup lingering on Brie’s tongue. To her, it felt—even tasted—familiar. It reminded her of the times she and Warrick had brought Ivy into their bedroom. She liked to watch her friend suck off her husband. After Ivy swallowed his sperm, the two women would make out until he was hard again and, there, she would taste the similarly filmy feeling of the remains of Warrick’s cum in her best friend’s mouth.

Brie broke off the kiss and cried plaintively, “Mommy, I want more medicine.”

“Honey, I’m sorry, but I think we’re out of medicine. Everything that was in the bottle is now all over us.”

“What are we gonna do? I need cummies, mommy.”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” Hazel kissed her child again and and an idea formed in her head. The rational side of her brain thought her daughter would never be convinced, but the instinctual side of her brain felt that it knew better, knew it was the only way. She broke away from her daughter’s lips and said, “You know what? I bet we can make some medicine of our own.”

“We can?” asked Brie.

“In fact, I think Daddy has been able to make the same kind of medicine all along,” said Hazel.

In her state, Brie was easily confused and in no mood for involved thinking. “Mommy, what are you talking about?”

“The medicine you’ve been drinking. I had a taste of it earlier, and I think it’s just cum!”

Brie’s eyes went wide. “Just… cum?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Hazel waffled, “but it looks like it, and it sure tastes like it. And it would make sense that cum would hurry along your orgasms, just like the doctor said.”

“What do you mean?”

“It works for me, too. When I drink cum, it helps me orgasm.”

“Really?” Brie asked, breaking eye contact at the thought of her mother eating her dad’s cum.

Hazel paused before repeating hesitantly, “I don’t know.” But deep in her mind, Hazel did know. She had secrets of her own, and she was positive the cure for super-orgasms was a particular kind of cum.

The two laid against one another for a few moments, breathing heavily. Brie still felt the oven-like heat of desire effervescing within her and her focus turned back toward relief. “I’m so turned on, Mommy, I’m losing control again.”

“It’s okay if you lose control, baby. You have a condition. If you need your cummies, do whatever you need to do to feel better.”

Brie looked up into her mother’s eyes and stammered, “I… I w— I want to try cum. Like you said. Like the medicine. I wanna see if it helps.”

Hazel’s heart beat in her chest and she petted her daughter’s hair. She hoped she was right about this. “Okay, baby.”

“Can we go get Daddy now?” Brie asked.

Hazel shook her head. “Not tonight, baby. Elsie is here, and Daddy is looking after her. It would be very bad for us if Elsie found out. Little girls aren’t supposed to eat their Daddies’ cum.”

Brie pouted. She drew her hand down her body to feel her sex. She explored herself idly with her fingers. It was sticky with her juices and the spilled medicine. She brought her hand up and spread her fingers. Each was connected to the next by strands of the viscous mixture, which bowed under their own weight. She thought about it for a moment and almost dared not ask her next question. “What— what about your cum?” she asked.

“What?” Hazel gulped.

“Can I try your cum?” The girl looked away demurely.

Hazel thought for a moment, her head becoming cloudy at the suggestion. She wasn’t sure if a woman’s cum would have the same effect as semen. After a long moment, she swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded almost imperceptibly. “We’ll have to keep it our secret. Can you keep it a secret?”

Brie nodded in return, “Yes.”

“You can’t tell Daddy, either. He wouldn’t understand. He would get mad.” Hazel gazed back and sighed. From below her daughter, she craned her neck up and kissed Brie’s slimy forehead.

With her mother’s approval, Brie wasted little time and pushed herself up from her mother’s body. She slid slowly downward, dragging her drooling slit along the length of the woman’s belly, creating a wet trail along the way that gleamed in the dim light of the room. As her pussy made contact with her mother’s swimsuit-covered mound, she instinctively followed her feelings and pressed her hips in to Hazel to put pressure on her clit. Hazel moaned, feeling a similar pleasure lighting up her own nerves. Brie considered keeping it up, humping her mother, taking herself over the edge right then and there, but the promise of her mom’s brand of “medicine” kept her set on her goal.

She slipped herself over Hazel’s hips and with small pecks, kissed her way downward from the mounds of her tits and across her tummy. She tasted the foreign flavor of her own juices, with which she had streaked her mother’s soft belly. It didn’t taste like the medicine in the bottle at all, and she wondered if her mom would also taste different. She dwelled there for a bit, savoring the taste of her own essence before she continued on. At last she was face to face with Hazel’s bikini bottoms.

She breathed in, inhaling her mother’s scent. It, too, was very unlike the medicine, but she was intoxicated by it all the same. She gazed at the tempting mound beneath the fabric, and noticed the subtle dip in the middle, where her mother’s plump labia came together.

She dragged her hands across Hazel’s upper thighs, massaging her legs and teasing out her intentions. The girl’s sex-driven mind was so flimsy that she didn’t give second thought to what she planned to do to her own biological mother. Her hands wandered across the central fabric of the suit and she pressed her thumb into the crevice in the middle. Hazel gasped aloud and covered her mouth, moaning loudly into her hands. Brie smiled mischievously to herself and wiggled her digit back and forth. Hazel thrashed on the bed and cried out, “Oh baby, you’re torturing me!”

Brie giggled quietly and released her thumbhold on her mother’s clit. Hazel convulsed, her hips impulsively searching for her daughter’s fingers, then fell back onto the sheets and whimpered. She felt strangely submissive to her charge. She was not used to being so out of control, but she dared not stop her child’s exploration.

Brie reached for the two side-ties on the bikini bottoms and pulled them until they released their knots. The strings hung limply at Hazel’s hips and Brie savored the moment. She was going to see her mother’s pussy up close for the first time since she was birthed. With a deliberate pace, she slowly reached her fingers up to the waistband of the bikini, hooked them in, and pulled them down, exposing the delicate folds of her mother’s rubescent sex to her virginal gaze.

Brie was not disappointed. Her mother’s vulva was shining and slick. She thought she could see it throbbing ever-so-slightly, but that may have been the blood rushing to her head affecting her vision.

Hazel could feel Brie’s hot breath across her mound and tossed her head back on the pillow, pushing her hips upward. “Brie baby, what are you doing to me?”

Brie looked up at Hazel as the woman arched her back upwards. With lusty, slit eyes, she stated, “I’m gonna eat your cunny, Mommy.” Her mouth was watering almost as much as her mother’s hole and she spit a string of saliva onto the engorged clitoris before her. Finally, she dove her head in, lapping up the tangy juices flowing from the gash in front of her.

Hazel thrashed again, but tried to keep her pussy centered on her child’s mouth. By this point, she had long been close to cumming, and she knew that there was not much more she could take of her daughter’s oral assault before she exploded into orgasm. She moaned loudly and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what would happen if her husband walked in on her at this moment and caught her with her child lapping at her nether region. Again she covered her mouth to keep quiet, but her squeals nevertheless filled the room. As she neared ecstasy, the hairs on her arms began to stand on end as if the whole room was charged with electricity. She pulled herself together enough to look down her body at her young daughter licking precociously at her cunt, her small tongue darting in and out like a kitten drinking milk from a saucer. “You’re doing so good, baby, just keep going. You’re going to give Mommy cummies.” Brie’s big eyes flashed up to meet her mom’s and the wanton lust and adoration in them pushed the woman over the brink at last.

Hazel’s body stiffened and a hot wave of pleasure spread from her trembling pussy throughout the rest of her body. Her moans cut short as she inhaled sharply at the gratification and, briefly, the only sound remaining in the room was that of Brie slurping up her mother’s savory juices. But soon her cries split the air once again: “Oh! Fuck! Oh! Oh, Baby!”

She rolled her hips wildly, which caused her daughter to become detached from her clit. She reached down and clamored for Brie’s head with both hands, guiding her back to the flaring hot spot between her legs. Brie, too, reached her hand up and hooked two of her fingers into her mom’s juicing tunnel for stability and marveled at being up inside of her mother once again. Hazel thrashed left and right, wailing into the palm of her hand, feeling her daughter’s fingers invade her vulva.

Finally the elder Nova’s orgasm began to subside and her mind slowly drifted back to reality. Her lips and cheeks began to tingle, and she smiled to herself, satisfied. She and her husband were used to being sexually experimental, but her open-mindedness had once again broken unexpected, new ground. She now had a deeper mother-daughter bond than she ever believed was possible.

She wondered if Warrick might find it inappropriate, but she steeled her resolution, determined to allow her daughter to do whatever she needed to do to stay healthy, and to guide her down the path to fixing her condition. She panted and glanced down to her hips once again, as Brie continued to indulge in the “medicine” her mom produced, cleaning her reddened, puffy labia and glossy inner thighs with her tongue. Her nerve endings became sensitive in a different kind of way, and Hazel giggled and squirmed, ticklish under her child’s attentiveness. She tried to get away, but Brie pursued the fleeing slit, pleading, “More medicine.”

Wherever Hazel scrambled, Brie followed, and the older woman knew there was no escape as long as her daughter remained in her cum-hungry, pre-orgasmic state. Finally, Hazel took Brie and rolled the young girl underneath her, reversing their positions and putting her own weight on top of her daughter’s diminuitive frame. Brie fussed and whined, struggling to get free.

Inside her head, Brie’s mind was all atmosphere. The commotion of her mother’s erotic orgasm and the savory taste of her private area made the girl feel like she was on autopilot. She undulated her slender body wildly underneath Hazel’s weight. Her mother’s vaginal juices didn’t taste precisely like the medicine she was supposed to be taking, but, she thought, they seemed to get the job done just the same. She felt ever more riled up, closer to orgasm, and was determined to either get more of Mommy’s cum, or to cum herself. From a far away place, her mom’s voice cut through.

“Baby, it’s your turn now. Are you ready? Mommy’s going to help again. Mommy’s going to give you cummies.”

Brie nodded enthusiastically and did her best to stay her writhing body while Hazel began to repay the favor. She felt her mother kissing her way from her hot, sticky cheeks, down her neck, and onto the small breasts of her flat chest. As Hazel reached her little nipples, Brie again began to jerk violently and cry out in pleasure. Each kiss, alternating on both of her aching points sent massive shocks of energy throughout her body. The woman lingered there very little, however, and continued downward. Brie didn’t mind; she was completely willing and ready to finish this off for good for the night.

As Hazel approached her sex, Brie moved the opposite direction, sliding herself higher up on the bed. When she reached her headboard, she reached over her shoulders to grip the bars of the metal bedframe. She pulled herself up slightly and leaned against the headboard, seating her butt on her pillow. She splayed her skinny legs as wide as they’d go, which parted her pussy lips slightly, and gave herself completely over to the whims of her mother.

Hazel responded to her daughter’s signals, knowing exactly what to do. She dispensed with all further teasing and dove in with full force. She targeted her little girl’s thickly swollen clit and swirled her tongue in every pattern she could think of.

Brie swore aloud, but covered her mouth with one of her hands to keep quiet. Her entire body was buzzing, radiating from her young pussy out to every tingling finger and toe. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and her skin shone with sweat, her face sticky with her mother’s fluids. Her head lolled from side-to-side and she rocked her small hips wildly into her mother’s face. Sticky strands of her flowing cum left trails on the cheeks and chin of her assailant.

Hazel could tell that her child was nearing her climax and pulled out her finishing move. She wrapped her lips around the stiffened bud of Brie’s clitoris and began to suck firmly on it, as if she were a baby at her own mother’s breast, only this time it was her very daughter’s pussy from which she drank.

Brie couldn’t fathom what was happening to her, because at that moment her vision darkened and she tumbled off the ledge into an orgasmic free fall. With a sharp breath, her back arched stiffly, flinging her hips up, and pushing out a sudden wave of fresh cum. Hazel’s face was doused in the splash, and she let up with her mouth to gasp for breath, but continued her erotic assault manually. She grabbed Brie’s small bottom with one hand while it was thrust at her and, with her other fingers, thrummed rapidly across the girl’s clit, flicking her gushing fluids everywhere. She watched as her daughter was frozen, her little pussy jutting into the air, consumed by orgasmic ecstasy.

At last, movement began to return to the girl’s body, and her hips began to twitch in a subtle humping motion. It slowly gave way to bigger shudders and as Brie was finally able to release the breath she was holding, she crashed back onto the bed, completely spent.

Hazel purred and wiped her daughter’s excess cum off her face with the back of her arm. “Remember, baby, if you want Daddy’s cum, you can’t tell him about this.”

Brie’s eyes rolled dumbly around in her head, but she nodded and slumped down on the bed and neither of them said anything more. The girl shivered, as her body temperature began to return to normal and the mixture of sweat and cum began to cool and evaporate. Though her sheets and one of her pillows were soaked in their combined fluids—mostly her own—she curled up next to her mother and faded quickly to sleep.

Hazel got up to crack the window, then returned to the bed to spoon her daughter. She pulled the top sheet up to cover the mess and caressed her girl until she, too, drifted off.

She only stirred again when she felt Warrick slip Elsie under the sheets next to Brie. “C’mon honey,” he said, “let’s go to bed.”

Hazel rose sleepily, “Oh, okay. How was the rest of the movie?”

Warrick nodded, kissed her sticky forehead, and merely said, “Very inappropriate.”

They both wandered off, neither of them with any sense in their minds to notice that Hazel was naked.

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Next: Hazel tests her husband. Brie tests her dad. Elsie tests her best friend’s dad. How will Warrick survive the morning?

The mystery of Brie’s “medicine” has come to an end, but more questions have taken its place. What does Hazel know that she isn’t telling? I hope you’re enjoying the characters and how this series is unfolding. If you are, please give this chapter a positive rating. There’s a lot more to come before this arc reaches its resolution. It would also really help to get positive ratings on the first five chapters. A higher rating means more readers, which makes continuing this series worthwhile.

Finally, please leave a comment and let me know what you liked. I like to hear from you.

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The final chapter of Cherry… Thank you, Lucky Mann; I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

***Read the first seven or you’ll be lost! Thanks for reading.

Chapter 8

I had a dream that I was watching TV when I suddenly felt a familiar presence. I looked over at the couch and Katie was watching TV with me. She still wore her blinding-white dress, but she looked nervous for some reason.

I said, “Hello, Katie. I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”
Katie said, “Hi. I’m ok, I guess. But I’m scared about something.”
I asked, “Why? What’s the matter?”
She looked at me and said, “I’m going to be on TV tomorrow and I’m scared you won’t see me. You have to see me!”
I tried to calm her and said, “I’ll watch as much as I can, but I have to work. Do you know what channel I should watch or when?”
Katie seemed confused and unsure how to answer before saying, “I think there’s only one channel to watch. I guess it’s an old TV because it’s small and there’s no color. But you have to watch it! Promise me you’ll watch?”
I said, “You mean I have to watch one TV in particular?”
Katie just nodded her head.
I asked, “Do you know where this TV is? I don’t know of any black and white TV’s that only get one channel.”
Katie said, “It’s at the fire station… I have to go now.”
I said, “But we don’t have any TV’s like that at the station house.”
She repeated, “I have to go…” and she was gone.

I woke up and found the dream so strange yet seemingly important that I made a note about it before going back to sleep.

The next day Cherry called Olivia from work to tell her our decision. Olivia was really excited and said that they would start getting some necessary paper work together and we’d schedule a session at a later date—once everything was in order. I had no idea what paper work they had in mind (seemed like such a simple thing to me) but I didn’t argue the point. It was their ‘show’, after all.

It was just after noon when we got called out to assist another station house with a structural fire. The structure turned out to be a higher end apartment complex. I never liked apartment fires for several reasons. For one, it was ‘close to home’ since I lived in an apartment. Also, because of so many different types of people living there, neighbors frequently knew nothing about each other; preferring to keep to themselves. Subsequently, you couldn’t rely on them to know who was home and who was not. That meant door to door searches for smoke inhalation victims—human and pets. Some pets were friendly; others—not so much. Another reason I disliked them was management. Managers were frequently uninformed or, worse, misinformed about important details like ‘is the power secured?’ or ‘is the gas main turned off?’ or ‘what is the construction of the building?’

We rolled to a stop and got to work. The primary team was on scene before we got there and had command. They were working on clearing the apartments and laying out hoses to combat the fire. The fire was isolated to the kitchen in one apartment on the top floor, so it looked like we would have it under control pretty quickly.

The manager (as per usual) couldn’t say for sure what the construction of the building was—he was new. But he said for certain the power was off and they were working on the gas main. ‘Super’…

I grabbed a device known as a fire finder and only then did I remember my dream from the night before. A fire finder would seem sort of like a black and white TV to a kid Katie’s age. In actuality, it’s a thermal camera that displays a black and white image on a small video screen. It can see through the thickest, blinding smoke with ease and clarity by sensing differences in temperature. Not only is it great for finding where the flames are, but it’s perfect for finding passed out victims!

We were told to assist in clearing the top floor and once clear, to ‘put the wet stuff on the hot stuff’. But we had to wait to get the word about the gas main being secured first before entering the space to combat the fire. We could hear the roof man cutting the hole through the roof to give the fire a path to draw oxygen (which is how you avoid a face full of flames when you open the door to enter the apartment—also known as a back draft). The word on securing the gas main seemed to take forever, but when we got it, we entered the apartment to start doing what we do best. From the hole in the roof and the now blown out windows, the apartment was clear enough that the fire finder was not needed and I let it hang from the wrist strap.

Brian was the nozzle man and he opened the bale to start fighting the fire. We got low to the floor to dodge the sudden rise in temperature. Most people don’t realize that it actually gets hotter inside a building when you start putting water on the fire. The heat flushes out along the ceiling and hits you right in the face if you are standing up and, even with the air pack on, it’s suffocating! But if you get low, the heat just rolls along the ceiling—passing over you.

What happened next occurred so fast, I couldn’t say what happened first. There was a whistling sound that I first thought was the wind coming through the open window. But the pitch began increasing rapidly until I couldn’t really hear it anymore. The fire in the kitchen suddenly shot up like a laser to the ceiling and it sounded like a small bomb went off on the floor below us.

Something was wrong and I could feel it. I looked through my fire finder and was astonished at what I saw. The screen was mostly white from the heat and there was flame spewing out from behind the stove like it was under pressure.

I keyed my radio and yelled, “Are you sure the gas main is off?! I got flame shooting out from the walls in here!”

I looked again in my fire finder while waiting for a response and couldn’t believe what I saw. Right in the middle of all that white was a black area about four and a half feet tall. Having black on my screen made no sense because black indicates a cool spot. As my mind tried to wrap around it, I suddenly recognized a clear shape—it was Katie. She stood rigid with her arm extended out straight; her finger pointing the way out while she was screaming and all I could hear was the whistle of escaping gas. I saw her mouth clearly form the words ‘GET OUT!’ as jet black tears flowed down the cheeks of her panic stricken face. The sound of creaking wood filled the room.

I dropped the fire finder and grabbed the handle on Brian’s pack, pulling him backwards while shoving Garry (who was behind me), yelling, “OUT! EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Brian and Garry simultaneously asked, ‘What the fuck?!’ while trying to retreat with the hose.
I yelled, “LEAVE IT! RUN!!!”

Brian instinctively threw the lever on the bale forward; killing the water flow from the hose. They did as I ‘suggested’ and we all ran for the door. The moment we cleared the doorway, the entire roof collapsed in a massive pile of burning debris on top of where we had been fighting the fire. The gas main had not been secured after all and was super-fuelling the fire, burning through the roof far too quickly. The apartments were constructed of what is known as light wood. It’s a cheap building material that just crumbles easily when it burns. Who ever gave the ‘ok’ to use it for an apartment should be in prison: the only thing it’s good for is a bonfire in my opinion. Moments after the roof came down the floor fell through, too. We made a hasty retreat from the apartment which was now fully out of control.

We regrouped outside and Chief asked, “What the hell happened in there?”
He already knew what happened, of course. But I answered anyway, “Gas is still on. Roof and floor caved in.”
Chief replied as calmly as he could, “No shit,” but I could see he was pissed and wanted to find the guy that said the gas was off. But now was not the time; there was still a lot of work to do…

Before the fire was out, three more stations were called in to help get control. It should have been a simple call out, but because of shitty (no other word is appropriate in this case) building materials and equally lacking quality of knowledge on how to turn off the gas main, nearly 30 families lost everything and were homeless by dinner time. Thankfully, no one was injured in the calamity but, for certain, there would have been three deaths if not for Katie. Surviving that collapse would have been impossible.

By the time I got home that night, the story had already been the lead story on the evening news. I called her to tell her what was going on, that I’d be late and not to worry. But she stayed up anyway. And, even though I had a shower at the station house, she still noticed the smell of smoke on me. I went to get a second shower so she wouldn’t have to smell smoke all night long; she joined me.

Standing under the hot water, Cherry just wanted to hold on to me for a while, her head resting on my chest. Eventually she grabbed the body wash and gently began soaping me up so I did the same for her in return. When we finished washing, Cherry finally asked about my day.

She said quietly, “Something is bothering you; I can tell. Is it about the fire today? Was it bad?”
I answered, “It had the potential of being bad. But no one got hurt so it wasn’t that bad.”
Cherry thought for a second and said, “You don’t want to tell me. Do you?”
I let out a deep sigh and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you; it’s just you’d probably think I was crazy or delusional or something.”
She replied with a wink, “You ARE crazy; nothing new there!” Then she dropped the humor and said, “David, you know you can tell me anything.”

I said, ‘ok’ and proceeded to tell her the full story: how I had the dream about Katie; the ‘TV’ she wanted me to watch; the apartment fire; and, ultimately, seeing Katie through the fire finder and telling us to get out seconds before the building collapsed. Cherry just listened in silence; making no attempts to dismiss it away as a case of imagination or some other ‘logical’ explanation. Instead, she just hugged me tight to her and said, ‘thank you, Katie’. Physically and emotionally exhausted, we went to bed.

The next morning, I called Bill (Katie’s Dad) and told him about what had happened the previous day. He stayed quiet throughout the explanation and I wondered if he even believed me. When I finished the story and he still didn’t say anything more than an accepting ‘ok’, I was sure he didn’t believe me.

I said, “I know how crazy it seems, Bill. But I have no reason to make this up; I hope you believe me.”
Bill said, “No, I know you wouldn’t make it up; I believe you. Thank you for telling me—I just don’t know what to say about it.”

I told him that I understood and the conversation struggled to continue after that. I ended it by assuring him that I would let him know if anything else happened and he again said he would do the same for me.

Cherry continued battling Morning sickness for a week or so, and I got up with her each time. Right around the time the sickness subsided for good, Olivia and Amanda called to ask when they could see us about our agreement. We set a date to meet at our place to discuss the details. They were excited and nervous at the same time. Quite frankly, I was a bit nervous, too.

The day came for the meeting and Cherry was still not showing since she was only about two months along. And, just as Olivia had done about the news of her getting married, she chose not to tell them about her pregnancy. Amanda and Olivia handed us a packet of papers which prompted us to ask what it was for. All of the papers, they explained, were for our benefit. The packet included things like notarized statements that said we (I) would not be responsible for any child support; there were medical lab results that showed they were free of any diseases (like STD’s); the list went on from there, but it looked like it was all professionally prepared and it seemed a bit unnecessary, but we said nothing. There was nothing for us to sign, so it wasn’t like we could object to any of it—they were basically giving us rights! I told them again about my two requirements and they both agreed in unison. I offered them to see my lab results from just before Cherry and I got married, but, unconcerned, they turned the offer down.

With everyone ‘on the same page’ for the arrangements, I said, “I guess all we need to do now is figure out when you want to do this and where?”
They both said without skipping a beat, “As soon as possible for you two.”
That took me by a little surprise and before I could mention checking my work schedule, Cherry offered, “We aren’t doing anything today—if today is good?”

We all looked at each other and couldn’t figure out a reason for ‘why not’ and I asked, “Where are we going, then?”
Olivia said, “We are staying at a nice hotel a few miles from here. Shall we go there?”
Once again before I could answer, Cherry said, “That sounds good—let’s go!”

We followed Olivia and Amanda to their hotel and Cherry and I talked more about what we were doing.

I said, “I have to be honest: I’m a little nervous about this.”
Cherry said, “Well, I think what you are doing for them is great. Most guys wouldn’t do what you are doing.”
I looked at her for a second to see if she was making a joke and said, “Are you kidding me? MOST guys would JUMP at the chance to do this!”
She replied, “Yeah but, the difference is all about motivation. For them, the motivation is about getting laid in a three way with two hot lesbians. But you didn’t want to help them at first; you’re only doing it because I said it would be ok with me and a nice way to repay Olivia. You won’t even do it unless I’m there—that speaks volumes to your motivation.”
Knowing she was right, I said, “Yeah, I guess so. But I’m still nervous.”
Cherry said, “There’s nothing to be nervous about; believe me. I used to help Olivia all of the time, remember? Just ‘know your heart’ and you’ll be fine!”
I thought for a few moments and decided to see what she thought about having the shoe on the other foot. I asked, “What if two guys wanted you to carry a baby for them? Would you do that?”
Without needing to consider it, Cherry said, “Not a chance! But that’s different!”
I asked, “How is that different?”
She said, “How is it the same?! It’s completely different! Carrying a baby for nine months is a long commitment. You aren’t going to be doing this for the next nine months; once one of them is pregnant, you’re part is done. Plus, once you are done, your body goes right back to normal; you aren’t going to gain 40 pounds and swell up like a balloon and have stretch marks or have a doctor cut your crotch so you can push out a cannon ball from between your legs. Making a baby is easy—HAVING a baby is different! No: the only one I’m ever going to have babies for is you.”
I thought for a second and said, “I guess you have a point there.”
She added, “Besides, no guy ever helped me the way Olivia did, so…you know.”

We pulled into the parking lot and parked next to our friends. They were visibly a bit nervous as well and that, ironically, put me more at ease. They led the way to their room and we followed; all of us electing not to discuss our intentions—just to keep anyone from possibly over hearing us.

Their room was one of the largest suites on the fourth floor. It was set up like a small apartment with a kitchen and eating area, a living room, large bathroom, and a bedroom with a king size bed. We sat at the table and went over some details once more.

Amanda said, “Even though we are completely sure we want to do this, we are a little nervous. And we hope you understand.”
I said, “That’s ok: I feel the same way.”
Amanda said, “We’ve never made Love in the presence of someone else and neither of us has been with a guy before.”
Olivia said, “We were thinking that we could get started by ourselves and just have you come in when we are ready for you. You ‘do what you need to do’ and that would be it.”
I nodded in agreement and Cherry said, “Yeah; that’s fine. We can even go right after and leave you two alone if that’s ok.”
Amanda said, “Well, not that we want to use you and kick you out, but…”
Cherry finished, “But this is about you two…”
Amanda nodded and Olivia said, “Right…”
Cherry and I both said as if reading each other’s thoughts, “That’s not a problem!”
Then I had the one question that needed a definitive answer, “Who is going to carry the baby?”
Olivia said sheepishly, “We still haven’t figured that out yet…”
I said, “It’s kind of important to know…at this point.”
Amanda said, “We talked about this a lot and thought, if you don’t mind, leaving it up to ‘chance’?”
I asked, “You mean, like a coin toss?”
Olivia said, “No…more like…a surprise.”
By the look on her face, even Cherry didn’t know what they meant. She said, “So, whoever he finds first—gets it?”
Amanda said, “Actually, we want to be surprised—if you know what I mean.”
I just shook my head and Amanda explained, “If it’s ok with you, we want the conceiving experience to be the same for both of us. We would take turns and whichever one of us ends up pregnant…has the baby.”
Cherry shrugged and said, “That makes no difference to me; what do you think, David?”
I was a bit surprised but said, “Yeah; that’s fine.”
Cherry said to me, “How about if you go get a shower? I have a few suggestions that may help them with this. But it’s ‘girl-talk’, so I’ll come and get you in a few minutes.”

I looked to Amanda and Olivia for any sign of objection. Finding none, I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom. I folded my clothes before getting in the shower and just stood under the hot water. I found myself wondering how I got myself into the current situation, not that it was completely objectionable—it was just highly unusual! I was getting ready to procreate with two married lesbians and my wife was all for it! Noticing my dick growing to the occasion, I decided to clear my mind before I ended up blowing it in the shower—that wouldn’t be a good idea at this juncture! This was something I wanted to get right the first time.

A little while later, Cherry came in and told me I could get out of the shower. I dried and get dressed again; Amanda and Olivia were still in the kitchen when I left the bathroom. They saw me enter the living room area, and looked at each other.

Olivia asked her wife, “Ready?”
Amanda affirmed, “I’m ready.”

They held hands and retired to the bedroom partially closing the door behind them. From the sounds I could hear, they were getting a shower, too. Knowing I had a few moments, I asked Cherry what she said to them while I was in the shower.

Cherry said, “It was nothing really. I was just telling them some things to expect—you know—like how it feels. I didn’t want to say it in front of you because they were already kind of embarrassed. And, I had some suggestions that might make them feel more comfortable while we are actually in the act of ‘helping’ them.”
I asked, “What kind of ‘suggestions’ are we talking about?”
She said, “Well, for example: the last thing they are going to want is to feel a man’s hands on them—they aren’t used to that. So, if that becomes necessary, I’ll help. And, I offered a suggestion on how to tell us when they are ready for us to join them without talking. When we go in, you shouldn’t say anything. But if you need to, get my attention and whisper it quietly to me; I’ll say something to them if we need to.”

I agreed (not that I could really disagree if I wanted to) and Cherry set about getting the suite ready—mostly by simply pulling the curtains closed in the bedroom and the living room. She pushed the door to the bedroom until it was almost completely shut but left it open just enough to see light coming through the jamb. Then she turned off all of the lights in the living room and kitchen; leaving the room lit only by what sun light came in from around the curtains and a little more from the doorway to the bedroom. It was still easy to see everything in the room, however.

We sat on the couch—waiting patiently. Soon, the shower stopped and it was impossible not to listen—although we couldn’t understand what they were whispering because of the echo.

“How will we know when they want us to go in there?” I whispered.
Cherry said, “They’ll turn out the lights and we’ll wait for a few minutes.”

I just nodded in understanding. We could hear them getting in bed and they were saying really cute and sweet things to each other while trying to speak quietly enough to keep us from hearing them. But hotel rooms are not known for good acoustics—sound simply travels too easily.

Amanda and Olivia were soon in the throes of passion and it seemed they didn’t even try to hide the fact. Cherry and I just looked at each other and smiled like two kids listening in on the neighbors. After about 20 minutes, the room got just a shade darker—they had turned out the lights.

Cherry whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her say, “They’re ready. Take off your pants…”

I stood and stripped down to my boxers before following Cherry to the bedroom door. She opened it quietly and we entered the room to see (to no surprise) Amanda and Olivia making love on the bed. Olivia was on top of Amanda, but she took the same position as Cherry would take on top of me: straddling Amanda as opposed to being between her legs. There was enough light that I could see without difficulty that Olivia’s ass was just as nice now as it was when I first saw it through Cherry’s window. Olivia was sucking and licking on Amanda’s nipples. I couldn’t help but remember that it was Cherry who gave her a good lesson on how to do that.

Cherry quietly and slowly climbed on the bed to keep from disturbing the intimate couple as much as possible and I did the same; standing behind them on my knees. Cherry pointed at my lower body and mouthed the word ’off’. I looked down and realized I forgot to remove my boxers. I slid them down and pushed them past my knees; allowing them to come off as I moved forward. Cherry took position next to us and reached over to me to grab my still not yet hard dick. I looked at her as she gave it a few gentle strokes and it began to respond. She used my hardening cock to pull me forward until I was within reach of Olivia’s pussy. I could see already that Olivia and Amanda were not virgins. They may not have been with a man before, but they were likely using ‘toys’ of one kind or another. Cherry held up a finger to me to signal ‘wait’ and then she repositioned directly behind me. She reached around me and grabbed my cock while looking over my shoulder and pushed her hips into me to push mine forward. The head of my cock made contact with Olivia’s pussy and Cherry moved my cock up and down her slit.

Olivia kissed Amanda on her lips and moaned into her mouth with a mix of love and worry. Cherry asked if she was ‘ok’ and Olivia nodded without breaking the kiss. When asked if she was ready, she nodded again the same way. Cherry put my dick head right on Olivia’s vagina and pushed the head in with ease. Then, Cherry reached her arms out straight on each side of me, put her hands on Olivia’s hips and slowly pushed me inside of her childhood friend. Olivia hummed a tense sound as my cock disappeared inside of her, prompting Amanda’s concern for her wife.

Amanda whispered, “Are you ok, Love? Does it hurt?”
Olivia said, “I’m fine. It feels…different. Really warm.”

They went back to kissing and Cherry had me pushing in and out as gently as she could. I was rock solid by that point, but it felt like my orgasm was not going to be in the near future. Olivia’s pussy began to coat my cock with her creamy white juices. But I didn’t want her to orgasm yet because I knew mine was not even close. So I slowed down the pace Cherry had set for us. She seemed to take it as a sign and moved forward to pull herself off of me. I heard Olivia say ‘your turn’ and I moved without being prompted. I sat on my feet with my knees on the sides of Amanda’s hips and Cherry helped push my cock down to the waiting vagina in front of me. Amanda was definitely a natural blonde: the blonde, heart-shaped patch of hair above her clit proved it.

I was lined up and ready to push into her, but as soon as I tried, I realized there was a problem: Amanda wasn’t wet enough yet. I shook my head and pulled back a little while tapping Cherry’s arm.

I whispered to Cherry, “She’s not ready; I don’t want to hurt her.”

Cherry tapped Olivia on her butt and signaled for her to play with Amanda to get her more turned on. She understood and reached down to play with Amanda’s clit while kissing her on the neck and talking aggressively dirty to her.

Still playing with Amanda’s vagina, Olivia whispered, “I love this pussy! You know why?”
Amanda closed her eyes and said, “I know why…”
Olivia said, “Tell me why I love this pussy!”
Amanda said, “Because it’s for you!”
Her fingers moved a little faster and Olivia asked, “Whose pussy is this?”
Amanda replied, “It’s yours; it’s all yours!”
Olivia’s fingers became a blur before she said, “Say my name: whose pussy?!”
Amanda hummed and answered, “Olivia’s! It’s Olivia’s pussy!”
Olivia asked, “And how do I like it?”
Amanda continued to hum and answered, “Dripping!”
Olivia said, “There it is—dripping just like that!”

When Olivia pulled her hand away, Amanda was soaked; her crotch glistened even in the dark. Olivia planted a deep kiss on Amanda while stroking her hair. Cherry pointed my cock head back at Amanda’s vagina and we pushed it in with no difficulty.

Amanda responded to the sensation, “Wow! That really IS warm,” before they went back to kissing.

Olivia scooted back down in effort to rub her clit on Amanda’s. She achieved her goal, but in doing so, she had her crotch grinding on me as well. I quickly discovered that I could push for several strokes in Amanda before pulling out and quickly and smoothly pushing back into Olivia. So that was what I did for what seemed like forever. But my orgasm would not hit me. Olivia began to get tired and asked to switch positions with Amanda. I nodded ‘ok’ and they swapped places. Amanda’s breasts were very nice—even nicer than I had expected—but still not as perfect as Cherry’s. Olivia’s breast had grown since I saw them before, but they were still small; nice, but small. The next thing I noticed (besides Amanda having a nice butt, too) was that she had a ‘tramp stamp’ on the lower part of the small of her back. The tattoo spelled ‘Olivia’ in script letters, each one a different color of the rainbow, and the ‘O’ was actually two closely interlocked symbols for the female of the species. As far as ‘lesbian tattoos’ go, it was probably about as ‘cliché’ as they get, but at the same time, it was done really well and looked nice on her.

Amanda took the same positions as Olivia had before and I returned to thrusting into one for several strokes before switching to the other. It was sort of like ‘Russian Roulette’, but instead of bullets, we were using semen. The only question was: who was going to get the shot? And at the rate I was going, the answer seemed like it would be ‘no one’.

Finally Cherry whispered, “Babe—what’s wrong? Why haven’t you…?”
I shook my head and said, “I’m not sure. I think it’s because I can’t see your face.”
Amanda and Olivia over heard me and both purred, “AWWWWW….”

Cherry repositioned to the side of us and faced me before giving me a kiss. By this time, I had the positions of Olivia and Amanda’s pussies memorized and I didn’t even have to look to change between them. I continued thrusting into and switching between the two in front of me while kissing my wife who, even clothed, I found far sexier. My orgasm was finally building and I knew it wasn’t going to take long. When I realized the ‘problem’ was as I had suspected, it started me thinking that it should really be Olivia that gets to carry the baby—as she wanted. All four of us were here because of her. I decided to try and make sure she got what she wanted.

My orgasm was still building and I began taking longer strokes in and out of the two lovers. Soon, I changed the pattern to just one stroke for each before switching. Cherry knew I was going to cum soon and she indicated as much, saying simply “any second…” I was just pulling out of Olivia and pushing into Amanda when I felt it start to release. But I didn’t want it to let go in her, so I rammed it home quickly as the first spurt blasted out, pulled it back and drove my cock back down into Olivia as the orgasm finished exploding free.

As my cock finished pulsing out the last drops, Olivia whispered to her wife, “Looks like I’m ‘it’. Sorry, my Love.”
Amanda said, “It’s ok; I wanted you to be happy, too. I’ll carry the next one, ok?”
Olivia smiled and nodded in agreement before they kissed again.

I pulled my dick out of Olivia and it was soaked with fluids from the three of us. Cherry whispered to them ‘don’t forget the exercises’ and motioned for me to leave with her. I grabbed my underwear as we departed without another word. We went to the living room and I dressed quickly before we left the loving couple behind. We didn’t even say ‘goodbye’ to avoid disturbing them further.

Once in the car, Cherry said, “I can’t believe it took you so long to orgasm. You really couldn’t without seeing me?”
I said, “I really couldn’t. It wasn’t until you moved around beside me that it even started building.”
She said, “I thought you were just trying to hold on to it to try and turn them straight or something!”
I said, “Even I am smart enough to know better than that! No: it was all about you.”
Cherry smiled for a moment before saying with a teasing chuckle, “I ruined you for all other women, didn’t I?”
I answered, “Yeah; you did. And I’m not even joking!”

Cherry took my hand in hers and we rode in silence back to our apartment. Once we were home, I went and took a much needed shower while Cherry busied herself in the kitchen.

After getting out of the shower, I put on a change of clothes and went to see what Cherry was doing. She was grilling a late lunch on the stove and I couldn’t help dropping into my ‘redneck’ character voice.

I joked, “Now: dat’s how I like to see my women folk! Barefoot ‘n’ pregnant while cookin’ in th’ kitchen! Dang girl if you ain’t purtier than my cousin!”
Cherry got into her redneck character and said, “Y’all best hush ‘fore Joe-Joe Bob hears you! You ‘member what happent last time he thought we’s foolin’ ‘round—you two was fightin’ out yander so loud the whole trailer park was taking bets. You’d still be fightin’ if the law didn’t show up and ‘rest you both!
Still in character I said, “Joe-Joe is lucky his mamma called the law cuz I was fixin’ to whup his sorry ass!
Cherry said, “Yeah well, Daddy ain’t gonna let me take the tractor inta town to bail you out again.”

The thought of my pregnant wife riding into town on a tractor entered my head and I laughed for a split second before catching myself.

Dropping character, she said, “I made you laugh: you lose!” Back in character, Cherry said, “Now why don’t you go sit in the easy chair and watch the TV; I’ll bring you a beer.”
Knowing she won the round, I said, “Yes, Ma’am!”

Cherry grabbed a beer from the fridge and pointed me towards the living room.

I said, “Babe, you don’t actually have to wait on me. What kind of guy lets his pregnant wife wait on him?”
She said with seriousness, “Go sit down! Go!”

I reluctantly took a seat in my old recliner and she followed me, popped my beer, and served it to me before saying that she’d be right back and ‘not to move’. A few minutes passed and she returned with a plate full of food; grilled chicken, potatoes, and some mixed vegetables. Cherry stood next to me, turned around so that her legs were backed up to the arm of the chair, and sat down across it; taking a seat in my lap before twisting slightly to face me.

Holding a fork up with a bite of chicken on it, she said sweetly, “Open.” I opened my mouth and she gave me the bite to eat. While I was chewing, she took a bite for herself. We continued sharing the plate of food in this fashion—with her doing all of the ‘work’. I just looked at her in amazement.

“Why are you so good to me?” I asked.
She said matter-of-fact, “You’re my husband. I Love you!”
I said, “Yeah but, there are a lot of women that love their husbands and they don’t dote on them while pregnant like you are doing right now.
Cherry said, “Oh please! I’m not even showing yet! Trust me: before the baby comes, you’ll be waiting on me a lot, too.” Then she joked, “So, I’m just paying you now for services I expect later!”
I said, “I’ll be happy to give you all the ‘services’ you can handle!”
Cherry rolled her eyes and said, “You’re a pig!”

She kissed me on the lips and took the plate from our finished lunch back into the kitchen. While passing through the living room, she turned on sports center and said she’d be right back. I was getting caught up on all of the sports highlights I’d missed and lost track of time. But it must have been 15 to 20 minutes before Cherry ‘came right back’ because, when she did, she nearly gave me a heart attack! I was not expecting her to be wearing what she had on because I didn’t even realize she HAD what she was wearing! She wore the sexiest French Maid costume I’d ever seen and she was in character; putting on a thick, French accent. I looked at her from the floor up, viewing her tall, black heels; stark-white thigh-high nylons; her jet black, hip hugging skirt was so short it didn’t cover the tops of her nylons; the skirt had a white apron bordered with lace; her midriff was completely bare because her top was like a bikini top with puffy sleeves and a plunging neckline—her massive amount of cleavage was pouring out from it; and she had a black bonnet with white lace to match her skirt and apron. Completing the look was a prop feather duster that was as black as the costume.

“Bonjour, monsieur,” Cherry said with her French maid accent.
Liking where this was going, I said, “Hello! And, what is your name?”
Keeping the thick accent, she said, “I yem Cha-rie: vous new ‘ouse keepar.” She pronounced her name nearly like ‘Sherry’, but with an ‘a’ instead of an ‘e’ and a hard emphasis on the second syllable.
I said, “It’s nice to meet you Cherry…”
She cut me off, saying “NO! Iz not pronounce ‘Cherry’; iz Cha-rie!”
Corrected, I said, “Oh, Cha-rie—ok…”
She said, “Oui!” as she playfully brushed me on the nose with her feather duster.
I asked, “And, you say you are my new house keeper, huh?”
Cha-rie said, “Oui Monsieur,” as she pretended to start dusting random items in the living room.
I asked, “What happened to my last house keeper—Lisa?”
She replied, “She was fire for not doing good job.”
I replied simply, “I see.”

After a few moments of intentional over-acting and ‘cleaning’, she bent over at the waist to pick something up off of the floor and she never bent her knees to do so. The fact that she was wearing high heels made it all the more impressive (and sexy)! While she was bent over (for much longer than actually necessary to pick something up), her skirt had no chance of keeping her white satin panties covered. They were (naturally) French cut and had little ruffles along the hems. If she paid $5,000 for the costume, it was a bargain! I had to unzip my shorts…

I said, “That sure is a nice uniform, Cha-rie.”
Cha-rie seemed to disagree, saying, “AH! Zis uniform! Ridiculous! Iz so modest an stuff-ie! I look, how you say? A Prude?”
I laughed a little and said, “It is a bit conservative, I suppose. But you make it look great; not at all like a prude.”
Cha-rie smiled and said, “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Mann!”

Cha-rie went back to ‘work’ and I just watched—enjoying every second of her performance. She moved in front of the TV and, to my utter astonishment, did a full split for the purpose of ‘organizing items’ on the TV stand. It had been a while since I saw her do one, but she did it just as easily as she had ever done. Once she ‘finished’, she stood and turned around to face me.

Feigning fatigue, she said, “Iz so hot in zis uniform! I feel I cannot breathe!”
I said, “Cha-rie, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…”
She asked, “Would be ‘ok’ if I make le uniform…more comfortable?”
I said, “Of course: you are doing a great job; you should be comfortable while doing it.”
“Merci! Merci beaucoup!”

Cha-rie untied the knot between her breasts that was barely holding her top together. She slipped the top backwards and let it slide down her arms behind her before catching it and tossing it to the couch. She was wearing a completely sheer, black bra that made the top look enormous. Before I had much time to react to the heavenly vision, she slipped her hands under her short skirt and wiggled herself out of her satin panties; tossing them next to her discarded top.

She said, “Ah, so much bettar. I can breathe again!”
I asked, “Are you ok to clean again now?”
Char-rie said, “I yem fin cleaning for today.”
Disappointed, I said, “Oh, well: thank you for your services, Cha-rie. You were fantastic!”
She replied, “Silly monsieur Mann! I yem no fin with services; just cleaning!”

She walked up to me, got on her knees and finished the job of freeing my rigid cock before tentatively stroking it for a few moments.

I made a joke and said, “Lisa never did this when she came here…”
Cha-rie said, “That iz why she iz fire… I try now to give vous good job.”

After a few more gentle strokes, it looked like Cha-rie was going to give me a really nice hand job. It surprised me when it quickly transitioned into a blow job… Cha-rie’s red wavy hair bounced in my lap as she gave me one incredible oral experience! She was so good, that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I wanted to cum already, but I was not even close yet. I looked down just in time to see her peeking up at me. Our eyes met for a second and she tried to keep from smiling at my expression before going back ‘to work’. She bobbed almost furiously up and down while occasionally plunging all of the way down and holding there. She began going all of the way down more and more often until she began to get used to having my cock going down her throat. Cha-rie began going all of the way down and then bobbed herself slightly; forcefully pushing her face into my pelvis. Despite receiving the best blowjob ever performed, I was still not ready to cum!

Cha-rie took a break to ask, “Iz ‘ok’ job I do for vous?”
I said, “It’s so much better than just ‘ok’! It’s incredible!”
She asked, “But why vous not…”
I said, “I don’t know. I just can’t get there yet.”
She offered, “I ‘elp vous get there.”

Not waiting for me to accept her ‘offer for help’, she stood, turned around and began to sit on my lap while guiding my cock to the best place on Earth (or anywhere, as far as I was concerned). My cock disappeared right in front of me as Cha-rie lowered herself to me. I held on to her hips as she began to rock and grind on my lap.

She began to hum and said, “Oh, Oui Monsieur; oui!” Then she collected herself long enough to say, “Vous tell me before vous ‘get there’? I not ‘ave birth control and I want fin good job!”

I promised to tell her before I would cum and she went back to rocking and bouncing her ass on my lap. Each time she would raise up, it was clear to me just how turned on she was: my cock had a heavy coating of her fluids all over it. It was so thick that it looked like I was wearing an opaque condom! Cha-rie began to bounce in earnest and her hands went up to help steady her head while she began to scream. Suddenly her pussy clamped and pulsed while her juices squirted out, covering my lap. Even though she was looking away from me, it was too much to take and my orgasm began to build incredibly fast.

I said, “It’s coming soon!”

She jumped off of my lap and, without hesitation, swallowed my cock down while looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes full of anticipation. I blew my load with such force that it made the main gun of a tank look like a cork gun; Cha-rie was lucky to have survived the blast! She sealed her lips around my erupting cock and refused to surrender a drop of what I gave her. Even with the orgasm subsided, she continued the blowjob until there was no trace of fluids left behind. Once satisfied, she stood and began collecting the discarded parts of her uniform and she put them back on.

Cha-rie said, “Vous are ‘appy with job, monsieur Mann?”
I replied, “Oh yes, Cha-rie! I’m very happy—you are the best!”
She replied, “Merci! If that iz all, I will see vous next time?”
I said, “Yes; and I certainly look forward to it!”
Cha-rie said, “I az well; Au revoir!”

Cha-rie walked back into the bedroom and I watched her until the door closed behind her. I marveled at how I never got tired or bored of looking at her, how sexy she was and the way she kept things interesting. I was lost in thought about my Cherry when, a few minutes later, she came back out from the bedroom wearing what she had on before ‘Cha-rie’ came to visit. Cherry sat on my lap and she was clearly no longer in character.

She said, “I’m so sorry, Babe…”
Confused, I asked, “Sorry? For what?”
She explained, “I laid down for a minute back there and passed out. I guess I just needed a nap.”
I smiled and said, “That’s ok.”
She asked, “Anything interesting happen while I was out?”
Still smiling, I said, “Nothing much; the cleaning lady was here—a new girl; had a bit of a French accent.”
Cherry looked around and asked, “Did she do a good job? Was she thorough?”
I answered, “Yeah, she was great. She even wore a nice uniform; made her look more professional.”
“Was she cute?” Cherry ‘wondered’.
I slowly nodded my head and said, “I have to admit: she was pretty attractive.”

We both started to laugh and neither one of us could be declared a ‘loser’ for being the first to laugh. We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together. Sometimes we were just spending quality time in silence; other times we were trying to decide on baby names or going over the millions of other things we needed to get done in the next seven months before the baby arrived.

The next morning, Olivia called to thank us again for helping her and Amanda like we did. They decided to go back home early so they could get a head start on making arrangements for moving back. We asked them to stay in touch and to let us know if there were any ‘developments’; they promised that they would, of course.

Olivia said to Cherry, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a baby before you! I always thought you’d have one first.”
Cherry said, “Hey: you don’t even know if you’re pregnant yet. I still might beat you to it!”
Olivia thought for a few seconds and said, “Oh, my god…”
Cherry simply asked her, “What?”
Olivia replied, “You’re pregnant.”

Cherry tried to keep the secret a little longer, but her stammering for a story told the truth.

Olivia became excited and said, “You ARE! You’re pregnant! How far along?”
Cherry admitted, “I’m at eight weeks.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Olivia asked.
Cherry said, “I don’t know; I guess I wanted to surprise you later.”

The two life-long friends began chatting with excitement about babies and all that comes with them; it was too adorable to watch. They talked for at least an hour before Olivia had to end the call because of a low battery. Several weeks later, we got a card from Olivia and Amanda announcing Olivia’s pregnancy. The card was ‘classy’, reading: “Morning sickness blows chunks! But I wouldn’t trade it for anything!” and there was a printed picture of two positive home pregnancy testers.

Cherry called to congratulate Olivia (and Amanda, too) on the baby. She asked about why she took two tests and Olivia said the box came with two and they just wanted to be sure there wasn’t a mistake. It would also have been a waste to just throw the second one away, so getting the ‘second positive’ made sense.

Between doctor’s appointments and ultrasounds, buying things for the baby, and work, the next several months flew by in a flash! But once a week Cherry would put on one particular outfit and I took a full length profile picture of her to document the progress of her pregnancy. We knew this was not exactly an original idea, but we both liked the simple photo documentary. We elected to be surprised and not find out the sex of the baby during the ultrasounds. This drove both of our families nuts, but we found it more exciting to wait. Olivia and Amanda decided not to wait and discovered she was having a little boy. They asked if I could help with ‘boy stuff’ as he got older; neither Olivia nor Amanda knew much about things like fishing, camping, or making tree forts… I, of course, told them I would love to help; to spend time with him as frequently as possible.

It wasn’t until seven months after helping Olivia and Amanda that they were able to finally find work and make their move to our area. Cherry was ready to deliver any day and, other than her full, round stomach and now larger breasts, she looked like she hadn’t gained a pound. She and Olivia wanted to get together before Cherry delivered so they could spend some time together while they were both pregnant and to get a few pictures since the occasion would never happen again (Olivia was only having the one baby, after all). We made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.

Olivia called Cherry and I from the restaurant to tell us they were already there and waiting for us. Normally we would have been there already, but clearly when you are nine months pregnant, you don’t move as quickly as you once did. Olivia understood and said to ask the hostess to be seated with the ‘Hart party’.

We arrived a few minutes later and the hostess sat us with Olivia right away. Amanda was not there. Olivia struggled slightly to get up when she saw Cherry and the two friends hugged while holding their swollen bellies to the side. They were talking before they even took their seats; remaking how great the other looked. I helped push Cherry’s chair in for her before taking my own seat.

Cherry asked, “Where is Amanda? I thought she was joining us?”
Olivia said, “Oh, she’s here! She just had to use the ladies’ room.”
Cherry whispered, “Your boobs are getting big!”
Olivia said, “I know; almost a C cup now. But look who’s talking!”

The conversation quickly turned back to all things ‘baby’ and I more-or-less just listened to them carry on. A few minutes later, Olivia saw Amanda coming up from behind me and said, ‘oh, here she comes now’. As I turned to look, I was reminded of the first time I ever saw Amanda and how she was not at all what I had been expecting (I had been expecting a man…). Ironically, Amanda was once again not at all what I was expecting to see. She was still Amanda, of course. However, her stomach was bigger than Olivia’s.

When she saw Amanda, Cherry’s face seemed to match my reaction: complete and utter shock. Amanda just smiled and sat next to her wife while they both said in unison, ‘surprise’.

Cherry was unable to speak with her mouth hanging open; I just stammered until I agreed, “Yeah: very surprised!”
They just smiled and Amanda said, “You have some pretty strong swimmers there, David.”

I recalled our ‘procreation session’ and how my orgasm began while pushing into Amanda before I pulled back out and released the rest of it inside of Olivia. I didn’t think it likely (or even possible) that Amanda would become pregnant from one partial load, but in hind-sight, everyone knows it only takes one sperm cell to get there and do the job.

Cherry finally gathered herself and said, “We…did not see that coming. Why didn’t you tell us?”
Olivia said, “We wanted to see the looks on your faces—priceless, by the way!”
Amanda said, “And you haven’t even heard the best part yet!”
Cherry and I asked, “There’s more?”
Olivia nodded while Amanda held up her hand and said, “Twins!”
I said, “Holy crap. Are you serious?!”

They both nodded and confirmed that they weren’t joking. Cherry and I sat in stunned silence. Amanda said that she was having two girls and that they weren’t even identical—she started out with two.

I said, “I actually feel bad about this! I mean: you only wanted one to start and then you wanted to wait to see if another was a good idea. And now you have three-all at once!”
Olivia said, “No! Don’t feel bad. It’s actually been great for us! The entire experience has been nearly exactly the same for both of us and that is really what we wanted.”
Amanda agreed but added, “We probably could have done without the morning sickness, though… You ever watch two pregnant women throwing up at the same time in one toilet?”
Cherry and I shook our heads while she said, “I can’t imagine. I don’t know if that would make it better or worse—better because you aren’t alone; but then there’s two people vomiting!”
Olivia offered, “Isn’t being pregnant glamorous?!”

All three of them laughed before coming up with a lot of privileges that come along with being pregnant: courtesy parking up close at the grocery store; people wait to hold the door for you—even if you aren’t carrying anything; and the unanimous favorite (and probably most necessary) front of the line privileges in the ladies’ room.

We had a very nice dinner while we discussed all that the coming months would bring, along with our plans for the future. Amanda and Olivia liked the idea of the four of us staying close and we considered them as extended family; they were like our sisters and we were like their sister and brother. For the time being at least, I would be ‘Uncle David’ to their three kids; we’d figure out later if or when we would tell them the truth about me being the biological father. But that was completely up to Amanda and Olivia to figure out.

Two days later, Cherry was having an unusually difficult time in getting comfortable. I was doing everything I could to help her, but nothing would do the trick. Sitting down was not an option for her; she just walked around the apartment while holding her stomach.

I asked her, “Is it time?”
Cherry thought for a few seconds and replied, “I don’t know.”

I kept my eye on her and by the way she was acting, I had a feeling she was getting ready to deliver. Her over-night bag had been packed for at least a month by that point; I grabbed it and took it out to the car. When I came back inside, Cherry was standing in the hallway with one hand on her stomach and the other on the wall for support. She looked like she was struggling just to remain standing.

Before I could say anything, she said, “NOW I know: It’s time!”

Being a well trained firefighter and completely at ease during emergency situations, I was naturally in boarder-line panic mode! Perhaps it’s easier to stay calm when it is someone you don’t know as opposed to the Love of your life… At any rate, I had to concentrate on keeping calm to avoid stressing her or our arriving baby. Cherry made her way to the car and I was with her to help steady her.

We elected to go to the hospital where she worked because she liked the maternity ward and knew a few of the nurses there. I pulled up to the ER entrance and ran inside to get a wheelchair. When I came out, Cherry was heaving herself out of the car and trying to get her bag out of the back seat. I told her she was nuts and to take a seat… She conceded and sat down while I took the bag from her before wheeling her inside. As she started her check-in process, I went and parked the car. By the time I returned, they had already moved her to maternity. She was having her vitals taken and getting hooked up to all kinds of machines when I walked through the door.

Cherry’s doctor came to check on her not long after I caught up with her and said that, although she was in labor, the baby wasn’t coming immediately. He offered her an epidural and she turned it down without hesitation.

I said, “Babe, you realize it’s going to be extremely painful without one. I don’t want you to go through that kind of pain…”
Cherry said, “I know. But that’s part of it—part of the experience. I don’t want to cheat myself out of that.”

The doctor said some women try that and change their minds at the last minute. He told her that she can change her mind if she wants, but after a certain point it would be too late. Cherry said she understood but assured us that she would not change her mind. She was right.

After 15 unbelievably long hours of labor, my wife—the most beautiful girl in the world—had to start sharing her title with our daughter, Nicole Olivia Mann. Nicole was a tiny angel and it was clear she had good lungs! To others, she was crying; but to me, she was singing. Her hair was red, just like her Mommy’s; perhaps a few shades lighter (but would likely darken a bit over time). Once the nurses weighed her and recorded all of the other vital information they needed for their paperwork, Nicole was handed to Cherry and almost immediately stopped crying. We took turns counting fingers and toes and enjoying that ‘new baby smell’. As new parents, we could not have been prouder!

After Cherry rested for a while, we began letting family and then friends come in to greet the newest member of the family; first our parents and then Amanda and Olivia. Even several of the guys from the station house came by to see the baby.

Cherry only stayed in the hospital for one night before she was ready to go home. Perhaps typical of all first time fathers, I drove 10 miles an hour UNDER the posted speed limit (at the most)!

Prior to becoming a father, if anyone had told me that it would change things between my wife and me, I would have told them they were certifiably crazy. Surprisingly however, they would have been one hundred percent correct. The dynamic between us changed dramatically. Perhaps more precisely, the dynamic was built upon: we still had the same Love and passion for each other, but now we had our daughter to show for it and Nicole opened up an entirely new level of Love in us that neither of us could have imagined before!

But the most dramatic change was with my outlook on life in general. My priorities in life shifted a bit and that took me by surprise. I no longer saw firefighting as my passion; it became nothing more than a job. My passion was my family. And the longer I thought about that, the more I realized that my inherently dangerous job put them at risk. It didn’t take long for me to start looking for new work

Chief noticed the change in me and, when he asked about it, I told him what I was thinking. He wasn’t exactly taken aback. In fact, he said he didn’t blame me. I told him about a job that I heard opening as an assistant to the arson investigator. It was basically in the same line of work, a lot safer, and it would even afford me a pay raise. But the best part was that it offered regular working hours! Chief helped me tailor my résumé and I submitted my application. When I went for the interview, I was told that my experience level was perfect for the job; enough experience to have a solid understanding of how and why a fire moves, but not so much that I thought I knew everything (meaning I was still trainable). It came as little shock and a huge relief when I was officially offered the job.

Six weeks after Nicole’s arrival, Amanda went into labor and gave birth to the twins. The first born had brown hair like mine while the second had golden blonde hair; taking after her mother. When Amanda and Olivia announced the girls’ names, the first one took me a little by surprise. They named her Katelyn. But her name had nothing to do with Katie; it was just a coincidence that they picked that name for her. Her twin sister was named Ericka. A short two weeks passed and Olivia delivered the first boy: Ryan—who looked exactly like me.

We were all very satisfied in our lives; both personal and professional. Amanda and Olivia were done having kids, of course, but Cherry and I wanted at least a few more. The new job was working out great and the larger paychecks combined with Cherry’s salary allowed our savings account to grow enough to buy a small home. And as soon as we were settled into the new home and knew we could afford it, Cherry and I decided to have another baby. Nichole was almost two when Cherry and I gave her a little brother—who, once again, looked just like me. Cherry insisted on naming him David after me. I didn’t want to be a ‘senior’ or having people call my son ‘junior’, so we gave him a middle name (Allen) as well.

Over the course of the next several years, we had two more kids; first another boy (Chris—who looked a lot like Cherry) and then a beautiful baby girl (Elizabeth—she looked like both of us). Life could get a bit chaotic at times with four kids in the house, but we loved every second of it. And with the help of Amanda and Olivia, Cherry and I still managed to find time for ‘alone time’. The unspoken arrangement was we would take the kids for a day once in a while (usually at least every other week) so they could have some private time and they would do the same for us in return. The understanding was perfect for all four of us and worked perfectly for many years.

One Summer Saturday When the oldest four were nearly 8 years old, Amanda called to ask if I could take the kids for a few hours to the play ground nearby. I told her that I was more than glad to take them and I loaded up the minivan (an ugly necessity for large families on a tight budget) with the seven kids and headed for the playground.

En route to our destination, we stopped at the ‘infamous’ intersection. It had been changed years ago and, to my knowledge, there had not been an accident there since they fixed it; certainly not one with any serious injuries. While waiting for the light to change, I reflected on the events from what seemed another lifetime yet, not that long ago. I remembered Katie and realized that she had not ‘visited’ my dreams in years—before Nichole was even born. I missed her in that moment and wondered ‘where she was’ and ‘how she was doing’. The light turned green and I barely noticed but began driving as if on autopilot. The sound of tires passing quickly over rumple strips snapped me out of my semi-trance and I saw a large bus coming to a rapid halt. Fortunately, the driver of the bus managed to stop before the light. I continued driving, shaking my head at the other driver’s inattention (while chastising myself for almost doing the same thing).

We got to the park and the kids were so excited that they poured out of the van as soon as I put it in park. The seven of them had the park all to themselves and I took a seat on a bench to soak up some sun and watch them play. A short time later, I saw Katelyn on the swings but she wasn’t really swinging; she just sat there. A feeling of severe déjà vu came over me; I went to see if she was ok.

“Katelyn, sweetie? Is everything ok?” I asked.
She nodded her head while looking at the ground and replied, “I think so.”
I asked, “Why aren’t you playing with your sister, brother and cousins?”
With a look of confusion, she said, “I’m trying to remember something—a dream I had, I think.”
I waited for her to continue and she said, “I dreamed of today before…a long time ago. I remember you were here. And we sat on the swings here—like we are now. And, I could hear them playing, but they weren’t here. What do you think that means?”

The End

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A lucky 32 year old male gets to enjoy the sight and feel of his young sister in law while his wife is out drinking with friends

Let me start with myself, My name is Will and I’m 32 years old. I live with my Wife and 2 kids. My Wife Kay is absolutely stunning and I honestly struck out when I met her. She is 28 and has an incredible body with the tightest ass and tits that match, they are small (32B) but that’s what I love. Anyways I’m dragging on so on with the story.

So one night not too long ago Kay and a group of friends all went out drinking at a local bar, or should really say all of the local bars. This had become a fairly regular thing since she started her new job. I was sitting watching tv when I started to get aroused so decided to read some adult stories from my favourite site when there was a knock at the door. I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and answered the door to find my young sister in law there drunk as a skunk. She was wearing what could only be described as ‘fuck me’ clothing. A leather skirt which was short and barely covered her incredible ass that I have watched for a couple of years getting hotter and hotter. A pair of knee length black leather boots, a see through black lace top with red bra and leather jacket.

‘Hey Dani, what’s up?’ I asked her already knowing why she had come here instead of home, had she gone home in that state her dad would lock her in her room for a week.

‘I feel drunk but I’m ok but wondered if I could crash her tonight, my friends and boyfriend left me as I’m too young and too drunk to go clubbing, but I’m ok I’m not too drunk am I?’ This was all said I what can only be described as slur and she had given away she was drunk by the fact she was swaying and being propped up by the wall. I let her in and we kinda chatted for a while until she passed out on the sofa.
Kay then texted me saying she was heading off to the clubs and not to wait up, I texted her back stating that it wasn’t a problem and saying enjoy herself. It was only just gone 11pm so she wouldn’t be in for at least 6 hours at least, as it was Friday there was usually a house party at one of the girls from work afterwards. and I’ve been to a few of these there’s always loads of alcohol and the last 2 times I’ve been the only bloke which Is why I was staying in this time.

I watched the end of a tv show and decided I would probably head off to bed, but being the nice bloke I am went and got a blanket to cover Dani up. Once I got back down she had changed position and the skirt had ridden up and I could see her Matching Red French Knickers which are my favourite. My Erection returned with a vengeance as I could see her pussy and ass without trying too hard. I took out my camera phone to ensure I had a reminder and something to ‘enjoy’ later on. It was at this point my inner self decided that she was wasted so I could probably ‘move’ some clothing to ensure I got better pics. As she was facing away from me I undone the hook of her bra and as soon as I had done she turned around… Panic stricken thinking I had been caught I darted out of the room. I really panicked when I heard my name being called …

‘Will….. Will….. WILL… I slowly walked back into the room to see her eyes still closed, I asked what was wrong and she said she was uncomfortable and could I help her as her clasp was digging into her back, I flailed around a little pretending I was turning it and clipped it back together but ensured it was still digging in so as not to get her suspicious. She then just stated ‘Can you undo it please as it’ll be more comfy, I duely did as was asked and watched as she removed the underwear completely as all girls seem to be able to do whilst still wearing a top. In her drunken state she had forgotten her top was see through and I now had complete viewing of her great boobs. I just stared at her, taking in her incredible body for what seemed forever but in what was probably only 10 seconds. I would say she was slightly bigger than Kay in that department possibly hitting 32C. She noticed me looking and coyly smiled at me. I was very unsure what she was thinking but it soon became apparent when she spoke.

‘You looking at my tits?’ she stated rather than asked,
‘Errrmmmm, No of course not I was just looking at you top’ I already knew this was poor but in her drunken state I had hoped it would pass as a credible answer.
‘No definitely looking at my tits weren’t you!!!!’
‘Well yes I was’ I conceded, ‘They look great and to be honest you’re looking gorgeous tonight, you look so much like your sister when she was your age, but maybe a little sexier’ I admitted.
She loved this and played on it a little asking what made her sexier than my missus, now being a typical lad I wanted to answer with the line ‘ well my cock is enjoying the view’ but that is not me and I went with ‘I’ve seen you grow up from a little girl to a young gorgeous woman who drives the male species wild, Long legs, tight ass, great boobs and gorgeous face, added to the fact her stomach was flat and she wore clothes to extenuate the fact is the reason I thought she was sexier.

Dani at this point stood up and fell over towards me and I caught her easily. I said she should probably stay seated but said she had to use the toilet. I pretty much carried her upstairs where she proceeded to unzip her skirt and drop her knickers. It’s safe to say my cock was about to burst seeing this. Once finished her skirt dropped off as she stood again and said she would leave it off. It was at that point she spotted my cock poking over my waistband (now I’m not massive in that department but 6.5 inches but very thick).

‘Is that your dick poking out?’
‘Sorry yeah seeing you like this is turning me on and I did try to hide it but with you like this it’s very hard’
‘I can see that she stated’
‘That’s not what I meant, but yeah that as well’
‘Can I see it?’ Dani said rather abruptly
‘Don’t think that’s a good idea as if I get it out then this may cross the line’ A line which I know was already firmly crossed but hey I’m trying here…
‘Go on you’ve seen my boobs and my bum’
‘Well okay’ I said as I removed my belt, undone my buttons and slowly pulled my jeans down, as the top 3 were undone my cock sprang free and the release felt amazing. The look on her face was of sheer amazement, which if I’m honest surprised me somewhat.

She walked 3 paces towards me and it has to be the best she has walked in the last 70 minutes or so. Slowly her hand made contact, and it felt amazing.
‘This is the first time I’ve touched a dick before, I’ve seen then on the internet but not in real life, it feels so smooth’
Honestly at this point I could have cum right there. I was so turned on that I couldn’t see this lasting long what-so-ever.
It was then I leaned forward and grabbed her ass with both hands and said ‘Ive wanted to do this for a couple of years now’ then leaned in and kissed her passionately, i lifted her up and walked the few steps towards my room. Pinned her against the wall as we made out she bit my lower lip and dragged it out, this made me wince a little but turned me on even more, and with that I threw her down onto my bed and stepped out of my jeans, removed my shirt and looking down saw her rubbing her pussy with her right hand whilst tweaking her nipple with the left. Still with her knickers on I slowly spread her legs and went to lick her, She grabbed my head and said the words all men love and dread in equal measures ‘I’m a…. I’m A virgin…. ‘ she seemed to want to say more but maybe nervous to carry on, ‘don’t worry gorgeous I said I’ll take my time, and you can stop this at any point okay?’ ‘Thank you’ was all she could muster, and with that I kissed her on the lips, then took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked whilst gently rubbing her clit with my hand.
We did this for no more than a minute when her body went stiff and she let out a low moan, her legs clamped around my hand and she shock for a few seconds. As Dani relaxed I moved between her legs and pulled her soaked Panties down. The sexiest pussy I had ever seen in my life stared back at me, she was shaven completely bare and her lips were sticking out a little but the best part of this all was her clit, It was Huge. I dropped my mouth and took it in straight away. I sucked and licked forever and slowly slid a finger into her. She was definitely a virgin as I had never felt someone so tight in my life. She must have cum 3 or 4 times in a few minutes.

Dani grabbed my ears and pulled me up to kiss her and in doing so my cock slid across her slick pussy lips and I felt her tense up. She then jumped rather quickly and straddled me with my cock sitting up against her tiny tight ass. Her tits looked even better at this angle and as I started to suck on her left nipple she slid down my body, took my cock in hand and stared at it for what felt like forever… then slowly she started to stroke it, taking her time to get the tempo right and listening to instructions from me on how to hold my shaft. I had all but given up the chance of her sucking on my cock when I felt her tongue touch the tip ever so slightly, then again quickly after but felt her recoil a little as she came into contact with my precome…

‘Have you cum now?’ she asked

Laughing a little I explained what it was and that when I came she would know all about it, ‘Carry on please’ I asked her before I grabbed my cock and finished the job myself as I was so turned on that I could explode at any point.

She then took my cockhead inside her mouth for the first time and tried to take it as far back which wasn’t far really, she gagged a little and out came my cock,

‘Ive never done this before’ she said feeling a little embarrassed,
‘Honestly gorgeous it’s fine I never expected this anyway, but if you want to carry on then that is fine, I can help you’

‘Yeah okay but please don’t cum in my mouth’

‘I’ll let you know don’t worry’

She then continued to suck and stroke me for a few minutes before I started to feel the need to explode deep within my body. Due to the fact I didn’t want this to end I told her to turn around so I could eat her from behind whilst she carried on blowing me. As she turned around I got one of the best views ive ever had in my life, Her hot ass spread with her asshole on full view, her pussy lips slightly open and her juices glistening, begging for me to savour the taste. I worked my tongue inside her folds licking up every bit of her that I could. I started to feel the same rush again and switched to rimming her asshole.

‘Oh my fucking God, Holy shit that feels amazing, don’t stop…. Don’t fucking dare stop’ she sat bolt upright and started to grind her pussy into my face and as her legs started to shake she let go and flooded my mouth with her juices.

Collapsing onto my body I still hadn’t cum but was so close several times that I thought my nuts would explode if I didn’t get a release, so I flipped her over and started to pull on my cock like a man possessed and within a few seconds the first spurt of seamen escaped my head followed by several other ropes landing on her tits, stomach, neck and 1 landed on the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be in a state of shock but also ecstasy and without thinking her tongue came out and licked the spunk and swallowed it.

Laying back down next to her we kissed for a few minutes before I grabbed a towel to clean her up. As I was doing this I thought I had better grab my phone and check for messages from the missus. I did feel guilty but in all honestly I was making sure I had time to try and take her Virginity before Kay came home. Happily there were no messages from her so I headed back upstairs with a glass of water. Dani was sitting on the bed looking rather sheepish and concerned.

‘You okay huni?’ I asked genuinely concerned for her.

‘Yeah, just feel guilty now and what will Kay say if she finds out?’

‘I have no plans on telling her, and unless you are then there is no issues’

‘Of course I’m not going to tell my sister I’ve just been with her bloke, she’ll kill me’

She started to cry and I took her face in my hands and kissed her cheeks and wiped the tears away. Gave her a hug and told her it would be fine. Dani seemed to relax with this and layed back as if to stretch. The site of her body was like an electric bolt through my body straight to my cock which stood hard once again preparing for action. A quiet giggle escaped from her mouth,
‘Did I do that?’ she asked

‘Yep’ I said, ‘looking at your body like this gets me so hard that I’ll never cum to another image I don’t think’

‘Well there’s something I want to ask you, but I don’t know how’ she says rather timidly.

‘Well I’m still a virgin and I kinda want to lose it now with you’

My cock must have grown another inch at hearing that from this stunning seventeen year old girl. What could I say? I’ve wanted her for the last 2 hours now and here she is asking me to take her virginity. I bent over and straddled her body on the bed and once again started to kiss her with a new found vigor. Again I played with her pussy but this time sticking 2 fingers in and she was so tight I was unsure if my cock would fit, so I continued to work on her pussy. Rubbing her clit with my thumb and as she became more excited pushed a further finger in, I now had stretched her to a good size and worked her up to the point of another orgasm when I slid my cock up to her opening, rubbed the head over her silky folds and never in my life have I been this hard and nervous about fucking someone.

‘Oh fuck, I can feel it sliding in, it feels huge, go slow…. Really slow please’

‘No problem gorgeous’ I said whilst restraining myself from grabbing her hips and pushing all the way in. I slid the head in and it was such a rush to me, her pussy was so hot, so wet and so ready for me that I worked it in around 3 inches then hit her hymen. That barrier was the point of no return for her and as I hit I felt her tense up again. I slid back out to the point my cock was just about out of her love tunnel and then back in. This continued for a minute or so until Dani relaxed and felt a little more relaxed. I told her this would hurt once I pushed through but if we fucked slowly it would feel better quickly, especially if she was having an orgasm. She wanted to sit on my dick so she could control the depth which I was more than happy to do as the view of her naked body bouncing on mine really is too hard to describe. As she lowered herself down I started to rub her clit with my thumb to help her along and within seconds she impaled herself completely and let out a low moan, I rubbed faster and she was building up to what must have been her 5th or 6th orgasm her body relaxed and slowly she started to ride my dick. A new found passion was released within her and her speed increased 10 fold, I was grabbing her ass now and sucking on her tits when I could as my own orgasm was building up once again. As Dani was new to this her pace wasn’t enough for me to reach orgasm s I lifted her off me, put her into the doggy position and entered her from behind but not before marveling at her amazing ass and pussy staring back at me. I entered her forcefully and grabbed her hips and this time used her solely to hit orgasm.

‘What the fuck is happening here’ came from the doorway. It was Kayleigh speaking and clearly she had come home earlier than normal and was stood there watching as I took her little sister from behind. I was in shock and Dani looked petrified as her sister stared at her with intense eyes.

‘Sorry baby I don’t know how this happened’ was all I could muster, my cock still impaled within her sisters folds and ready to burst.

‘Bullshit, you know how this happened, I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you, and you are enjoying fucking her ain’t you?’

I thought of lying but didn’t see the point now so I admitted it ‘Yes, she was a virgin until 10 minutes ago, and she looks like you did when we got together so didn’t really feel like cheating baby’

‘Well I am going to stand here and watch you two finish as I’m pissed and now I’m horny. Im pissed off but we will talk about it tomorrow, now fuck her’ Kay said to my utter surprise.

I had lost the urge to cum and no doubt so had Dani, who hadn’t said a word since her sister entered the room. I asked her if she was ok to carry on and kay spoke saying we didn’t have a choice and better had carry on fucking as she wanted to see us.

I grabbed Dani by the hips and slowly started to work into her again, with 30 seconds we were back into it and as I looked at Kay to see if she was ok with this her right hand was inside her skirt rubbing her clit and the other hand pinching her right nipple. Now this I didn’t expect to see. I decided it was best that Dani rode me again as I could watch both of these gorgeous females pleasuring themselves. Dani jumped onto my cock and worked it all the way inside of her and kay told her to rub her pussy whilst grinding on my dick which she did straight away. As Dani increased her pace I looked up to see Kay rubbing furiously so beckoned her to mount my face which she shed her clothes and climbed onto my mouth. I now had 2 sisters using me to hit the peaks of orgasm. It has been a fantasy of mine for a long time and if were all honest, most blokes would say this was also in their top 5.

As Kay hit orgasm she came with a fierce eruption and squirted for only the second time in our relationship which I lapped up. I also felt Dani cum again a few seconds later… But I still hadn’t cum and was desperate to do so now.

‘Grab his dick and start to stroke him’ Kay said to Dani

‘Okay, but what should I do if he starts to cum? Said Dani

‘Aim for your tits or suck him, it’s up to you.’

Dani went to work on me and was stroking my cock so hard and fast I thought she would rip it off should she go faster or harder. I felt her stop and then a mouth engulf me fully, as I looked up it was Kay, she must now be tasting her sisters pussy juices from my cock, Dani then continued to pump my dick as Kay sucked it and just as I was about to cum I asked them to both open their mouths and I sat bolt upright and pulled my dick and aimed for both of their mouths. Spurt after spurt hit their faces and into their mouths which was an incredible sight. Never in my life have I cum so hard or so much. The best part was when Kay licked some from Dani’s chin and then a kiss between them. Not like any sisters should kiss this was passion and lasted at least a full minute with tongues.

I collapsed as the two of them seemed to get into it.

• Hope you enjoyed this and leave me any comments good or bad. Thank you for reading my first story. If you like it I will do part 2.

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When parents lose everything, they figure out a way to make ends meet. For better or worse, a family photo being uploaded changes all of their lives.

We had not always been poor. My wife and I used to purchase and flip houses. Several years ago in 2008 we lost it all when the housing market crashed. Every property we owned was taken away by the banks when we couldn’t make payments. At this time we had to sell our house and move into a small apartment. We were just able to afford a three bedroom so our 18 year old daughter and 19 year old son didn’t have to share rooms.

My wife and I were working several jobs each to make ends meet and struggling at that. Our place was very empty with just the basics. Around this time we were once again online looking for ways to make more money. Of course there’s no easy legal way to make fast money. As the days went on it had gotten bad so I brought up the idea of selling pictures of my wife Lisa. At first Lisa thought I was crazy but once she went to go make dinner and was reminded with the realization that we had no food and no money. She came back to me and shamefully said ok.

I spent some time finding a site with a real person to work with. They gave me some guidelines and asked for some examples. I sent some pictures of my wife from our last vacation and the guy from the site was very interested. Later that night she prepped and stripped naked. I took several photos of her in sexy poses that the rep had asked for. Once we were done, I logged into the site and uploaded them.

The next day we were shocked with a response from the site saying all had been accepted and they deposited $1000 into the account I had setup. Later that day the rep called me up and said the photos had gone over very well and asked for more. He emailed me the poses that he wanted. He also asked about the two teens that were in the photos that we sent over originally which I had forgotten we sent a family photo. He asked who they were and ages. I very quickly responded off limits.

That night my wife again got ready. She wasn’t too into these poses and felt stupid. She stood and held her tits. Then pinched her nipples while I clicked away. Then she sat down and spread her pussy with her hands and started to play with it. I could tell she started to relax now with the pleasure. She reached around with her other hand and started to play with her ass. Over the next couple minutes she fingered her pussy and ass while I took many pics. Towards the end I had to stop and jerk off. I pulled my cock out and she didn’t’ even notice. She was too into her pleasure. I walked up close and she turned her head and just took my cock into her mouth. Quickly I was blasting a load of cum into her mouth. This was all very abnormal for her. She was always very sexually reserved.

We finished and once again packaged up the pics and uploaded them. The next day we had another $1000 in our account. A couple days went buy and I started to think they were done with us and moved on. That’s when the rep called me up again. He said the pics again were a hit. There was a long pause and then he asked how we liked the money and if we wanted more. Of course I said yeah we love it. He then once again said he would be very interested in pictures of the teen girl. Before I could stop him he blurted out that he would give us $1000 for pics of her in bra and panties, $5000 for nude and $10,000 for a video of her playing with herself. My jaw just dropped. I had no idea what to say, think, do. I said I would discuss it with my wife and hung up.

Later that night when my wife and I were alone in our room, she asked if I had heard anything yet. I told her I did but she wasn’t going to be happy. She said I don’t care what she had to do. The money was too good and she was starting to get comfortable with taking pictures. I responded and told her they didn’t ask for pics of her, they asked for pics of Katie, our daughter. Her face turned pale and she went silent. She said absolutely not. I went on to tell her the prices and that stopped her in her tracks. Her only response was after minutes of silence, well the kids have been asking us every day how they can help.

Wow, we were really going to do this. We were going to ask our 18 year old daughter to let us take sexual pictures of her. My wife continued on saying let’s just ask her to do the bra and panties pictures. There’s no harm there, it’s like a bathing suit and we will get money. I agreed.

The next morning we sat the kids down and explained what their mother and I had been doing to come up with money lately. My smart ass son chimed in that he figured with the random spurts of money, either that or selling drugs. My wife went on to explain that the company was interested in Katie. She explained that they offered us $1000 just to take pictures of her in her bra and panties. My daughter didn’t even think it over and said ok. I asked if she wanted to think about it and she shook her head. She said, “It’s not a big deal. Just a couple pictures gets us food on the table.”

Later that afternoon my wife and I asked if she was ready. She came into our bedroom with her robe on. Lisa told her were to stand and gave her some pointers on how to stand and pose for them. She asked her again if she was ready which she replied sure. Katie took her robe off and handed it to Lisa. That’s when it became aware to me how sexy my daughter was. Standing in front of me was this 5’6” blond with a flat stomach and a pair of C cup boobs spilling out of her red lace bra. She had on matching red panties. She looked incredible and I started to get hard. I looked over at Lisa and she was also taking her in. I felt terrible. What were we doing? What had we resorted to for money? I went back to what I needed to. I took a couple of pictures. She started to move around and loosen up a bit. Lisa started to instruct her where to place her hands and directed her. Katie did exactly what she said and looked amazing doing it.

I couldn’t help but notice how hard her nipples were sticking through her bra. It was warm in our room so I’m guessing she was getting turned on by standing half naked in front of her mom and dad. She continued and turned around and bent over to show her ass. She started to run her hand up her leg and over her belly. Spinning back around and running her hands over her bra covered tits. That’s when Lisa said that was good enough. That sudden stop startled both me and Katie. Lisa handed her robe back and said she did a great job. Katie left and I uploaded the pictures to the site again. Later that night when we were lying in bed, I was so horny from the day. I didn’t want to ask for sex and let Lisa think I was turned on from our daughter. I drifted off to sleep but then soddenly woken by the movement of Lisa masturbating in the middle of the night. It dawned on me then, she stopped Katie because she was getting too turned on earlier. She was also too embarrassed to ask me for sex so waited until I fell asleep. I slowly slid my hand under the sheet and reached for her tit and tweaked it. This took her by surprise. She had been at it for a while I could tell with how wet she sounded playing with her pussy. She looked into my eyes and she knew I knew. She just whispered to me, please fuck me, I’m so horny and need to cum. I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her drenched pussy. As I was rocking back and forth inside of her she started talking to me. She said, “Our daughter was so sexy earlier. She made me so wet when she was posing. I know this is terrible but it feels so good.” I pulled out, reached over and grabbed my laptop. I brought up the pics and placed the laptop at the foot of the bed. I pulled her up and bent her over doggy style. I entered her pussy from behind and started fucking her again. We both looked over the sexy pictures of Katie while we both enjoyed an amazing orgasm.

The next morning I woke up feeling bad about what we had done. Lisa clearly didn’t. She rolled over and grabbed my cock and asked if I wanted to do it again. That made my dick jump. I reached for my computer and noticed that the $1000 had showed up already. That put a smile on her face. She said, “I stopped her because I felt terrible and didn’t want you to know. Now that I know that it turns you on too, I want to see more of her.” I was ecstatic. My wife was going to let me see our daughter naked. I closed my laptop up and we went downstairs to breakfast. Our kids were down there already eating. Lisa asked Katie right away if she wanted to do another round tonight. Katie lit up and said of course. She said that she thought she had done something wrong last time when she made her stop.

Later that night once again Katie walked into our room without a robe this time. She had on a black sheer bra and matching panties. When she walked by I noticed that it was a thong. Lisa saw too and said, nice touch. Katie started to pose and I started to take pictures. Katie was doing a great job again of following Lisa’s directions. Lisa told her to stand up and pull the cups of her bra down slightly to show more cleavage. Katie did as she was told. Lisa said more, which she did. One more time Lisa said little more. Katie turned to her mom and said, mom anymore and my nipples are going to pop out. Lisa responded, “Don’t worry about it. Just get into it and go with the flow. They will pay more if the pictures are risky”. Katie smiled and shrugged ok. She pulled her bra down more and exposed the tops of her areolas. They looked amazing. I had to keep from licking my lips as she moved from side to side almost like a stripper dancing while she creeped her clothing close to nudity. I kept snapping away as Katie continued. First she popped out her right nipple. Then her left. She let them both rest just on top of her bra. Then she bent over forward and looked up at me with a sexual look. Both her boobs swayed forward and hung out of her bra. She stood back up and her perky boobs returned. She was now fully topless in front of me. She spun around some and leaned over some more. She slid a hand into her panties and started to do the same dance with these. She slid them down and we could see a patch of pussy hair for the first time. This continued on for some time and eventually Lisa called it. She said that should be good for now. Katie picked up her bra and panties and retreated back to her room. As she opened our door to leave she startled her brother who was standing on the other side of the door, no doubt trying to spy on what we were doing. Judging by the bulge in his pants he was successful. She yelled pervert turned around and smiled at us and walked naked to her room.

I once again uploaded the photos and we woke again to a nice deposit of $5000 in our account. That morning the rep called and said Katie was a favorite on the site. He then said that she was a spitting image of a younger Lisa which was also getting Lisa more views as well. We logged into the site and looked at what they had posted. They were bundling the two together as a mom/daughter. The pictures looked amazing. We clicked around and stumbled on the other users that were posted. They were all under the category incest. The rep on the phone then asked it, he wanted us to do a family video and he would pay each family member $10,000 that participated. I smirked and looked at Lisa. I said I would see what we could do.

I updated Lisa and she had the same grin I did. We are perverts hunny. She said yes but don’t tell me you don’t want to see your daughter naked again. I did. We went to the kitchen. Once the kids joined us we dropped the news. Michael was the first to ask, “What do we have to do in the video?” I responded whatever you felt comfortable doing. I added that our instructions from the firm was that every family member that participated would get $10,000. All that was required was we had to all be nude, we all had to orgasm or at least appear to orgasm and they encouraged as much touching as possible and nothing was off limits for the site. Katie and Michael both thought for a minute and agreed to do it. We said that we would plan for later in the week so everyone could prepare themselves.

At the end of the week we all met in the living room ready for whatever was going to come next. Lisa and I were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. Katie was wearing a tight white shirt, skirt and I could tell she had on a white bra and underwear. Michael was wearing a pair of jogging pants and t-shirt. I put the camera on the tripod and powered it up. We all stared at each other and then laughed. Michael blurted out, “Well how do we start?” Lisa suggested we put a porno on the TV to get us all in the mood. Lisa turned on an Orgy scene porno. We all sat down and took it in. Not long Michael and I had tents in our pants. Lisa stood up and walked over to me and said, well I’ll get this started. She pulled down my shorts and let my cock free. Katie and Michael both looked over and watched their mom and dad for the first time. Lisa took my cock into her mouth and started a great BJ. Katie moved over on the floor closer so that she could see the action. I was watching her watch my cock go in and out of Lisa’s mouth, she was memorized. Michael was looking at his sister. He could see up her skirt and was looking at her panties. His hand was in his pants and was rubbing slowly. He looked back over at what his mom was doing to me. I reached down and slid Lisa’s shorts down. Michael immediately re-directed his attention to his mom’s panty covered ass and barely covered pussy. He then finally made a move. He just reached out and touched her ass like a kid in a candy store. He then slid his hands down the back to the underside of her pussy over her panties. His mom let out a loud moan on my cock. Michael changed from looking shy to a sex crazed teen. That fact that his mom responded with a moan was all he needed. He got up on his knees and pulled her panties down and off. He reached up and started to rub her pussy. She was soaking wet. He then rolled over on his back and pulled her down so that her pussy was right over his mouth. He started to go to work on her. She was moaning in pure pleasure. Either he knew what he was doing or just that it was her son turned her on that much. Just past Michael I could see that Katie had wasted no time and had stripped naked. She moved and straddled above her brother. She lowered down, slid his cock out and lowered her pussy onto it. She then looked right into my eyes as she rocked back and forth on her brother’s cock. It didn’t take long and the poor boy was cumming deep inside her pussy. She rolled off of him and he moved over to the couch out of breath, his mom’s pussy juices all over his face. Lisa stood up and was about to spin around to reverse cowgirl on me. Katie stopped her and she instead moved forward and started to lower herself on my cock. Inches away from my cock, inches from being inside her 18 year old pussy, when some of my sons cum rolled out of her pussy and covered my cock. She continued on and I could feel my dick swimming in her pussy surrounded by Michaels cum. She rod me like a Stalin. I reached up and had to squeeze those gorgeous perky tits of hers. She leaned forward and pushed one into my mouth. My daughter was really into this. I’m starting to think she has the same sex drive my wife does. I was in heaven. While she continued to bounce up and down on my cock, I looked over where Michael had sat onto the couch. Lisa was now sucking his cock. She was licking and enjoy all of her daughters juices and his cum off of his dick. Michael had a hand around his moms side and was playing with her clit. I couldn’t last any longer and unloaded into my daughters pussy.

She slid off of me and laid back onto the ground. Her legs clearly tired. Lisa spun around and crawled up to her. She placed herself on her daughter in a 69 position and started to lick all of her sons and my cum out of her daughters pussy. Michael was back to fully hard after his moms ok sucking and stroking was once again stroking. I watched for a while until I was able to regain my hardness as well. We both sat side by side watching his sister and mother licking each others pussies while we were stroking. My wife and daughter both sat up to catch their breath. They saw us both enjoying the show. They started to rub each others pussies, both their legs spread wide open to us. I reached over and grabbed Michaels cock and started stroking it for him. He did the same to mine. Then the four of us watched the others get each other off. I got to see my wife and daughter orgasm on each others fingers. I started to cum as well while Michael held my cock and then shortly after I could feel his cock pulsating in my hand followed by cum exploding out.

We all laid there on the floor completely out of breath, all of use with a huge grin on our faces. I stood up first and said that was fucking amazing. I walked over to the camera to push stop on the camera. That’s when I noticed, I never pushed record.

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Leyla’s slut education continues as her mother teachers her new, wicked delights.

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Two: Daughter’s Wicked Education
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Leyla Umayyah

I…wanted to be a slut. To please Mom. She was so right about me. I had all these whorish desires bursting through me, inspired by Clint’s antics with his girlfriends, his cousins. The way he strutted around college. The way he enjoyed his cousins and other girls. I wanted to be one of those girls.

I masturbated my virgin pussy so hard doing it, not realizing my little brother Jalal peeped in on me. I made his cock so hard. I teased him with my developing beauty. As I blossomed into womanhood, I turned him so on.

Mom was right. It was cruel of me. And it felt so good satisfying him.

I loved it so much. Losing my cherry to him. Impaling my cunt down his cock under Mom’s direction. Pumping my hot, tight pussy up and down his dick until he erupted in me. All while Mom held me, guiding me through my first steps into slutdom.

I’d never be a good, Muslim woman like her. Never a proper wife. No, my whore-cunt controlled me. It had to be fed, satiated. Even though I came so hard on my little brother’s cock, I wanted more. My snatch clenched on his softening dick, his incestuous cum so warm in me.

And Mom’s words… I shivered, asking, “Daddy looks at me, too?”

Mom, her clothed body pressing into my back, whispered into my ear, “My little slut, he’s a man. He’s noticed that whorish body of yours developing. He would never do anything about it. He wants a pure daughter.” Mom’s hands slid up from my belly to cup my round, perky breasts. I shivered, her thumbs rubbing my brown nipples thrusting from my dusky mounds. “But when he learns you’re a slut, he won’t control himself.

“He’ll fuck that tight cunt of yours. So I need you ready to please my husband.” Mom pinched my nipples. I shivered, delight racing down to my pussy. “So you need more practice. You need to learn all the ways to please a man.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Get off your brother.” Mom pulled away from me.

Jalal, his slim, eighteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his dick and turned. My nineteen-year-old tits jiggled as I sat beside him. He put arm arm around me, holding me with such a possessiveness, a huge grin on his face. Even with his glasses on, he looked more a man now than a boy.

Well, he was. He had his first woman. Me.

Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all modesty. Unlike me. I would never wear that again, I realized. I was a slut. I had no modesty to hide. I bared it all.

A hot shiver and a nervous twinge ran through me. And then I gasped.

Mom’s finger ran through my shaved pussy, another proof of my sluttiness. What virgin shaves her pussy? Or a proper woman? I shuddered as Mom’s finger scooped out a glob of my brother’s white cum from my pussy. She brought it to my lips.

I opened wide, sucking on her digit. My tongue melted at the taste of cum. The salty treat this time flavored with my tangy pussy. I shuddered, more of his cum running out of my deflowered snatch as my pussy clenched. I whimpered as I sucked.

“Mmm, yes, men like seeing a slut enjoy their cum, even from their pussy. Or another girl’s.”

How did Mom know all this? But Jalal moaned in agreement beside her. “Oh, yes, Leyla. That’s hot.”

“Been watching porn?” Mom asked, amusement in her tone.

“Yeah,” a sheepish Jalal said. “It’s just…”

“Your sister was so cruel. But she understands her place.” Mom gave me a look, her mature beauty framed by her hijab.

“I do, Mom,” I said, shoving my fingers between my thighs. I scooped up my little brother’s cum. I held it on my finger and then shoved it into my mouth. I groaned, the jizz melting on my tongue. My eyes rolled back into my head as I whimpered, loving the taste.

Mom helped me, scooping up more cum for me to feast on. I gladly sucked it off her finger, my tongue dancing about her digit like it was a cock. Jalal groaned as he watched, his hand grasping my round breasts, squeezing them hard, owning my tits.

“See how your brother grabs your body,” Mom said as she dribbled cum into my mouth from her finger, my head arching upward, my tongue outstretched to received my gift. “How he seizes it like he owns your flesh.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, savoring the cum.

Her fingers jammed deep into my snatch. I shivered as she withdrew with more of my pussy cream and my brother’s cum, all mixed together into a pearly delight. She shoved those digits into my mouth , letting me savor the two flavors: tangy and salty. My brother groaned, his finger pinching my nipples, making my cunt clenched.

“Men own a slut’s body,” Mom said, her dark eyes boring into mine. “You understand me, Leyla?”

Her fingers popped out of my mouth. “And I’m a slut, Mom. So…so I don’t own myself? I’m their slave?”

“Yes,” Mom groaned. “You do what they want. So long as I give you permission. Because even sluts still obey their mothers. And you want to be a my good slut.”

“I do!” I whimpered as Mom jammed her fingers back into my snatch.

A smile spread on her dusky cheeks, blushed darker out of shame for what I was. She accepted it, but I knew I disappointed her by not being a pure virgin. A righteous girl. But she would make the best of my fall into sin.

“Good,” she purred. “I knew you would be my good slut.” She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and smeared the tangy cream and salty cum on my lips.

But before I could lick the juices off of them, her lips found mine. She kissed me, not like a mother kisses a daughter, but how a woman kisses a slut. She claimed my mouth. I shivered, feeling how her lips moved, realizing she taught me another lesson: how to kiss with whorish passion. I moaned, my body responding to the lesbian touch of her lips. The taboo, incestuous passion.

Only a slut would grow more wet kissing her mother.

I groaned into her mouth, her tongue brushing my lips. Such a wonderful mother to do such a naughty thing. To show me how to do this. To teach me. I whimpered, my brother pinching my nipple, groaning as he watched us kiss.

“That’s so hot, Mom,” he groaned.

Mom broke the kiss. “I’m training your sister, Jalal. Do not think to lust after me. She’s the slut.”

“Yes,” groaned Jalal, his dick hard again, glistening with my pussy juices.”

“Now your next lesson in being a slut is cleaning a man’s cock.” Mom glanced at Jalal’s dick, licking her lips. “See how he’s coated in your whorish juices?”

I nodded, a hunger swelling in me.

“A slut licks a man’s cock clean after it’s been in her pussy or her asshole.” Mom leaned into my ear. “And I remember how hard you sucked the ass off your fingers. I know you love that filthy taste, my little whore.”

“Yes, Mother,” I groaned and then moved, kneeling beside my brother, lowering my head.

I smelled my tangy pussy on his twitching cock, this dusky shaft that took my virginity and ushered me into slutdom. I nuzzled into the base of my brother’s cock, my tongue licking out, tasting my whorish flavor staining his shaft. I shivered, my cunt growing hotter as I dragged my tongue up the throbbing shaft, gathering more and more of my cream.

Jalal moaned when I reached the tip. My little brother’s cock twitched. I swirled about the spongy tongue his precum bubbling out of his dick. I sucked on the tip for just a moment, cheeks hollowing. His body convulsed.

I liked that.

“Leyla,” he groaned as I moved down the base of his shaft, my chin pressing into his black pubic hair. “Keep sucking.”

“I have to clean you, little brother,” I purred then licked up his shaft again. This time in a different spot.

I savored my tangy juices, lapping up the side of his cock while Mom watched. Her eyes were so intense, watching me, studying my technique. She was such a wonderful mother for training me to be a slut, making sure I realized my body’s pleasures.

Most mothers would just disown such a whorish daughter, kick her to the street. Back in my grandparent’s home in Jordan, they might even have killed me for the family’s honor. But we were in America. Where girls could be sluts and whores, and explore all the sinful desires of their body.

And my body brimmed with such sinful desire.

“That’s so good, slut,” groaned Jalal, his hand squeezing my dangling tit as I licked and lapped at his cock.

“Mmm, yes, clean your brother’s cock,” Mom moaned, squirming beside me, her dress rustling. She rubbed my back, sliding her fingernails down to my ass. She squeezed it. “Get him clean of all those whore-juices.”

“So clean,” Jalal groaned. “Yes!”

My tongue flicked the tip of his dick, making him shudder again. I loved that. The way he groaned as I played with the crown. I nuzzled at the front of his dick, my nipple throbbing as he pinched it. The little nub felt connected directly with my dripping snatch. Juices trickled down my thighs. My hole ached to be filled by his cock.

Or our older brother Faizel’s cock. Or Daddy’s.

I sucked on the tip of Jalal’s dick. He groaned, pinching my nipple so hard. Pain flared. And that made my pussy hotter. I moaned about his tip, licking, sucking, so eager for more of his salty cum. I wanted that as much as having my pussy filled.

I hungered for both.

“Enough of that,” Mom said. She smacked my ass. “I don’t want him cumming yet. I need to show you how to properly fuck.”

My head popped off his dick. “Didn’t I do a good job my first time?”

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Mrs. Umayyah

“You were…adequate,” I said to Leyla, my pussy on fire from watching her whore behavior. It itched and seethed in my panties, soaking my cloth. I ached to be filled. My eyes flicked to Jalal’s dick, almost as big as his father’s. “But you need to learn how to move your hips. How to fuck up and down a dick as you ride it. I will show you.”

“Show…me?” Leyla frowned as I pulled off my hijab, my black hair spilling out down my back and shoulders.

“Yes, show you,” I said, my pussy clenching. “I will fuck your brother so you can watch. I’m only doing this for your training, not because I’m a slut like you. I have your father. He keeps my pussy more than satisfied.”

“Of course, Mother,” she said, biting her lips as she stared at me unbuttoning my dress.

Both my children stared at me, such hunger in their eyes. They salivated over the prospect of seeing my breasts. Jalal had always ogled me, like any proper growing boy should. But Leyla’s hunger only proved how much of slut she was. She yearned for congress with women as well as men.

I could feel it in the way she accepted my kiss.

I licked my lips, still tasting the faint traces of my son and daughter mixed together, that delicious, naughty combination of cunt and cum. My pussy clenched again as I slid my dress of my shoulders, baring my large breasts constrained in my bra.

“You have such big tits, Mom,” groaned Jalal.

“Hush,” I told him. “I am doing this for your sister’s benefit, not yours.” But my back straightened, thrusting my tits towards him. I loved his eyes on me, appreciating my womanly curves. My dress fell about my waist. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra.

Leyla licked her lips as my tits spilled out. My little whore-daughter stared at my pillowy mounds with the same hunger her father had on our wedding night. The night I lost my virginity like proper woman. My nipples were fat and hard, darker brown than hers, my areolas twice as large.

She leaned over and licked at one before jerking back. “Sorry, Mother. I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, that’s wonderful,” I groaned, my nipple throbbing from the brief, incestuous contact with her mouth. I’d seen Lee and Melody sucking on their mother Vicky as I spied on my coworker’s classroom. Watching Clint and his incestuous harem writhe, his sisters all such sluts for him. And his Aunt Vicky. “You’re following your instincts as a slut.”

“Damn,” Jalal groaned as Leyla leaned in and sucked at my nipple again.

My son stroked his cock, precum beading at the tip as he watched his sister suck and nibble on my nub. I shuddered, pleasure racing straight to my pussy. My whore-daughter swirled her tongue around it, using the lessons I taught her on cock-sucking to pleasure my fat nub.

I undulated my hips, working my skirt down off my ass. I rose, pushing it down my thighs then shifted to work it off my kneeling legs. Then I hooked the waistband of my panties, pushing them down, exposing my soaked, black bush to my son’s hungry gaze.

“As you can see, my son,” I groaned, loving my baby boy staring at my pussy, “I am not shaved like a whore. A proper woman lets her bush grow wild. And her husband takes delight in this. But sluts like your sister have to tempt men into adultery by shaving their snatches.”

“They do look great shaved,” he groaned. “But I understand why a proper woman wouldn’t shave her cunt. It’s like shaving her head.”

“Exactly,” I moaned, sliding forward. My daughter’s mouth popped off my nipple. “Now I know you’ll enjoy this, Jalal, but remember this is only to train your sister. I’m not a slut for you to paw when you like.”

“Of course, Mom,” he groaned, grabbing my tits with greedy hands. “But right now… I need to treat you like one. For Leyla.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, loving his fingers finding the nipples he suckled from as a babe. Oh, how I loved suckling my baby boy.

I straddled him, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. I grasped his cock, guiding it to my married pussy. I’d never had a dick in me but my husband’s before. I rubbed the tip of my son’s shaft against my pussy, sliding it up and down my slit. It nudged my clit, sending delight sparking through me.

“See how I tease his cock,” I purred to Leyla, my daughter’s face peering at the incestuous meeting of my snatch and my son’s dick.

“Yes, Mother,” she moaned, sliding two fingers into her whore-pussy, pumping them in and out with a slow rhythm.

“It gets you wetter and builds his anticipation of your pussy’s embrace,” I moaned. “Isn’t that nice, Jalal?”

“Yes, Mom,” he panted, face twisting as he felt my snatch. “Makes me so desperate to be in you.”

“Of course it does,” I purred. “This is how a slut drives a man wild.”

My daughter nodded, her eyes glossy but keen. She masturbated faster, her fingers making wet sounds as they plunged into her dripping depths. Yes, she would help me replace the money I lost in online gambling. My husband Karim would never have to know I lost our savings to my addiction.

Men would pay so much for Leyla.

I slid my son’s cock up and down my pussy one last time, my clit savoring the delight. Then I pressed his dick right to the entrance of my married cunt. A hot shiver ran through me to impale myself down his cock, to feel my baby boy back inside me once again.

“Now that he’s all horny, what do I do, Leyla?” I asked, whimpering, fighting my body’s instinct to take my son’s cock to the hilt. But I wasn’t a slut. I could control myself and teach my daughter.

“You fuck him!” Leyla moaned, my slutty daughter’s round breasts jiggling as she frigged her snatch faster and faster.

“That’s right,” I groaned and impaled my cunt down my son’s dick.

Jalal moaned. My baby boy let out such a groan of sure delight as he felt his mother’s pussy wrapped about his shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts, almost as big as his father’s hands, but so smooth, lacking all those familiar callouses Karim earned from working construction. I ran my hands up my baby boy’s smooth, lean chest. So slim, not brawny like his father.

Just so cute.

I moved my hips, swirling his dick around inside of me while my slutty daughter watched. Leyla whimpered while I let out a throaty groan of delight. Jalal’s cock felt so amazing in me, filling me up, making me shiver.

“Now you want to move your hips more, Leyla,” I groaned, sliding my pussy up Jalal’s cock. The friction sent pleasure shooting through me. “You want them swiveling and undulating. You want to always be moving them. Up and down isn’t enough when you’re riding a man’s cock. You have to make it better for him.”

“Yes, Mother,” she whimpered, plunging a third finger into her pussy.

“It feels so good,” Jalal groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes! Move that pussy on my cock.”

“See,” I moaned, undulating my hips, dancing as I fucked my married cunt up and down my son’s dick. “Listen to him. He loves it.”

“Uh-huh, Mother.”

I shuddered, pumping my hips up and down my son’s cock, loving his girth in me. Such wicked shivers filled me. The friction burned in my snatch’s depths, my pussy drinking in the incestuous glide of my baby boy’s cock against my inner flesh.

He reached deep into me when I bottomed out, my tits jiggling in his kneading hands. Such pleasure shone in his eyes as he stared up at me. He groaned and gasped, making all these manly sounds, growing up right before my eyes.

It made my pussy hotter. My hips pumped faster. I wanted to make my baby boy cum. To show Leyla how to be a slut. My tits heaved more. My hips danced and undulated. Such rapture shot through my body as my married cunt pleased my son.

“You want to lean forward, too,” I groaned, doing that, planting my hands on Jalal’s shoulders. My tits dangled before him. He pulled his hands away, just watching my big mounds sway as I fucked up and down his cock. “This changes how his dick moves inside of you.”

“It’s so fucking good,” groaned Jalal. “Mom, your cunt… It’s amazing.”

“Ooh, yes, Mom, you look so hot as you ride him,” Leyla panted. She licked her lips, her body twitching as she plunged her three digits in and out of her cunt.

“By changing how you lean, you rub his cock on different parts of your cunt. You’ll both love it.” I then leaned backward, my spine arching, my tits thrusting up before me. “Like this. Mmm, yes, now he’s rubbing on the front of my pussy as I work my cunt up and down him.”

“You’re amazing, Mom,” Leyla moaned. “So hot and sexy.”

I shuddered, drinking in her words.

“Daddy must be so happy to have a wife dedicated to his pleasures,” my daughter continued, such envy in her voice. She wanted to be a good, Muslim woman like me. To be that pure bride for her husband.

But she wasn’t. She was my little slut.

“He’s so happy,” I groaned. “We’ve learned so much about pleasure. It took me years and years to figure out all these ways to please him.”

“So good,” groaned Jalal, his hands sliding up and down my sides, clutching my flesh.

I leaned forward again, dangling my tits before him. Then I pressed them into his chest, sliding my pussy up and down his cock. My breasted rubbed on his chest, my nipples throbbing against him. His hands grabbed my ass out of instinct, kneading it, pulling me up and his cock, guiding me.

“When he grabs your hips and or ass, let him guide you,” I groaned. “Control you. He knows what feels good on his dick. Don’t deny him, my little slut.”

“I wont, Mother.” Leyla’s face twisted in pleasure. Then her body spasmed. “I’ll be such a good slut.”

As my daughter orgasmed, I kissed Jalal hard on the lips. My tongue plunged into his mouth. He groaned, hands tightening on my ass. My pussy clenched on his dick, clit rubbing into his pubic bone. Such pleasure surged through me.

My own orgasm built and built as I kissed him so hard. I loved my baby boy. My eyes squeezed shut, my body moving now, lost to the rapture building in me. The pleasure I shared with my youngest child.

His tongue shoved into my mouth, learning how to kiss a whore. His fingers dug into my butt-crack as he kneaded me. I savored his exploration, my married pussy growing hotter and hotter on his dick.

I whimpered, my pussy clenching so hard on his shaft as I rocked on him. My nipples throbbed against my chest.

“Yes, yes, fuck him, Mother,” groaned Leyla. “That’s so hot. I want to fuck him so hard. I want to be a slut and make men cum in my snatch.”

Jalal moaned into our incestuous kiss. His hands squeezed hard on my ass. He pulled my pussy down his dick. He buried to the hilt in my cunt. Then he grunted. His cum fired into my depths. I shuddered, feeling a man other than my husband, my own baby boy, flood my snatch with jizz.

My body spasmed. My orgasm exploded through me.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “Yes, yes, yes, flood Mommy’s pussy! A slut always begs. Always yearns for it.”

“I do, Mother,” Leyla groaned.

Jalal just gasped, his body shuddering beneath me as he unloaded so much jizz into my snatch. My convulsing pussy milked my baby boy’s big dick. I savored every blast of his incestuous seed spilling into my depths, filling me to the brim.

My pleasure surged through me, radiating out of my pussy. It washed through my mind. I trembled on my son, squirming, embracing every wonderful moment of our incestuous union. My son had returned to my pussy.

I treasured this orgasm. It peaked in me.

And then died.

“Mom,” he groaned, panting. “That was amazing. Better than Leyla.”

I kissed his mouth for that compliment. “Your sister will learn. She’ll need to practice with you, your brother, and your father.”

“Oh, yes, please,” groaned Leyla, still frigging her pussy. My daughter licked her lips. “Can I fuck Jalal now. I need to practice.”

“Your brother needs to recover,” I groaned, rolling off Jalal. He cuddled up against me, nuzzling at my breast. His lips found my nipple. I shuddered, spreading my thighs, his cum leaking out of my snatch. “But you can practice your pussy licking skills. Eating creampie, or just licking cunt in general, is something every slut should know.”

“Yes, Mother,” my obedient little slut moaned.

Yes, I was so glad I drilled that peephole. Those months of watching Clint handle his sluts had prepared me for Leyla’s training. I knew everything she needed to learn, all the nasty things she’d have to do as a whore.

And it gave me so much pleasure to show her.

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Leyla Umayyah

I moved between my mom’s thighs, licking my lips as I stared at the white cream staining her dark bush, more bubbling out of her depths. My brother’s cum mixed in the very pussy that birthed us both. A hungry, depraved lust to feast on her surged through me.

I pulled my three fingers out of my pussy, a hot shudder running through me. My sticky digits grasped Mom’s thigh as I leaned down. I pushed her legs farther apart while Jalal kept sucking on Mom’s fat nub.

He loved them as much as I had.

His other hand groped Mom’s breasts, squeezing it while I pressed my mouth into her bush. Her tangy musk filled my nose, both so similar to my pussy and so different. Stronger. More mature. What I imagined I would smell like at her age.

What a wonderful thought.

I breathed in again, noting the salty cum mixed in the bouquet. My mouth salivated. I nuzzled my face into her pubic hair. The silk caressed my lips. Earlier, I envied the girls who had Carmelita lick their pussies in the bathroom during lunch yesterday at my college. Now I envied Carmelita herself.

No wonder that bullying, Latina bitch fell to her knees and ate cunt. It was so delicious. Such a hot thrill shot through me at doing something so sinful. This was more depraved than fucking my brother. That was incest between a man and a woman.

This was a homosexual sin. Lesbian depravity. I devoured the pussy that birthed me!

“My good little slut,” Mom groaned as I pressed my mouth against her pussy lips, feeling her hot, wet silk. “That’s it. Eat Mommy’s cunt. Lick me clean of all of your brother’s cum. You know you want to, whore.”

“Yes!” I groaned.

And licked.

My tongue slid through her hot flesh. I gathered her strong, tangy musk mixed with that yummy, salty cum from my brother’s dick. I felt Jalal’s eyes on me, watching me as he sucked at Mom’s nipple. I shivered, my pussy clenching as I licked again. And again.

So good. The flavors burst to life on my mouth. Her pussy tasted so much better. Because it was another woman’s pussy. My mother’s pussy. I groaned, digging my tongue through her folds, plunging in deep, gathering up all the cum I could.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” Mom groaned. “Mmm, you’re digging your brother’s cum out of my pussy like a proper whore.”

I shuddered at her compliment. “Thank you, Mother.”

I pressed my pussy-stained lips back into her cunt. My tongue plunged into her depths. Her back arched, tits jiggling. I stared up her dusky body and savored my brother’s form pressed against her. They lounged together as I feasted on their fluids. The pair used me for their pleasure, like I was just part of the foreplay between them.

Nothing more than a living sex toy.

That thought made my pussy weep. Juices flooded down my thighs. I groaned, lapping harder, driving my tongue through her silky folds. I brushed her clit, making Mom shudder and moan as she watched me. Her dark eyes smoldered.

“That’s it,” she groaned. “What a natural pussy licker my slutty daughter is. Ooh, yes. Such a little whore.”

“I am, Mother,” I groaned. “I love your pussy. I want to eat it always. I want to fuck cocks and devour cunts.”

“That’s my little slut.” She shuddered. “Oh, yes, I will make the best of your shame.”

I shuddered, lapping through her pussy again, glad Mother could make use of my perversion. My tongue danced through her folds, brushing her clit before plunging back into her hole and searching for more of my brother’s cum.

Jalal watched me, lifting his head from Mom’s breast. His eyes had such greedy hunger. I shuddered as Mom grabbed his half-hard cock, drenched in her pussy juices, and stroked him. Her hand worked up and down his dick, making him moan.

“She’s getting me hard for that tight snatch, slut,” Jalal groaned as he stared at me with eyes hungry behind his glasses. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’m going to pump more cum into your pussy.”

“Yes, little brother,” I whimpered between licks.

“Ooh, that gets her so excited,” Mom panted. “Mmm, yes, now concentrate on my clit and shove fingers into my snatch. Flick that tongue against my nub… Ooh, yes, just like that and… Oh, you naughty whore!”

Her pussy tightened on the three fingers I plunged into her snatch. The same three I frigged myself while watching her fuck Jalal. My tongue flicked and battered her clit, making her gasp and shudder. Her body shivered as I pleased her. I sucked and nibbled. I made her ache. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Her hand stroked Jalal’s cock faster. It rubbed into her side, smearing her pussy juices across her hip and belly. Her hips undulated, dancing against my licking mouth while she jerked off my little brother.

My pussy ached to feel that cock in me again.

“Are you going to cum on the little whore’s mouth?” groaned Jalal into our mother’s ear. He squeezed Mom’s breast. “Just cream that little slut.”

“Yes,” Mom whimpered. “She’s got such enthusiasm. Ooh, yes, plunge those fingers into my pussy. This is how you please a woman!”

Such pride swelled through me for being such a good slut. I sucked on her clit like a little cock. Her pussy clenched hard on my fingers. I loved feeling her hot depths. I came from this warm, wet, silky hole.

Heady delight swept through me as Mom heaved again. She groaned and gasped. Then she turned her head, kissing Jalal like a lover. Her hand gripped his cock as she groaned into his lips. His precum smeared across her flat belly as she writhed.
Such a beautiful woman. So mature and gorgeous, her body kept in great shape to please my father. Her pussy tasted like Heaven. The sweetest sin. Why did Allah make pussy taste so good and then forbid women from eating it?

Why did he make me into a slut?

I squeezed my eyes shut, pumping my fingers faster and faster. My own cunt dripped juices, aching to be filled. But I ignored my own pleasure, concentrating on my mother’s. She needed this orgasm. I had to please her.

Mom gasped, breaking the kiss with Jalal. “You little slut!”

Her pussy spasmed about my digits. She convulsed hard as her orgasm surged through her. Hot juices squirted out around my digits, bathing my chin and cheeks. I opened my mouth wide, gulping them down.

“My daughter is such a lesbian whore!” moaned Mom. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Allah, what a slut you gave me!”

“Such a slut,” groaned Jalal. “I have to fuck her, Mom. I have to pound that tight pussy again.”

“Do it,” Mom groaned, letting go of his cock. “You’re a man now. Fuck the little whore. Just get back there and ram into her cunt.”

“But my lesson?” I gasped. “I need to ride him.”

But Mom didn’t hear me, too lost to her rapture. Jalal already moved, getting behind me. I gasped as his hands seized my hips. And then his cock nudged at the hot opening of my pussy. I groaned as he rubbed his dick up and down my flesh.

Mom seized my hair, hauling my head back down to her convulsing pussy. Her big tits heaved as she smeared my lips against her clit. “Don’t stop licking me while your brother fucks that whore-cunt of yours!”

“Yes, Mother!” I moaned and flicked her clit with my tongue.

Her fingers became iron talons in my hair, gripping me so hard. She forced my face against her clit. I sucked on it, pumping my fingers in and out of her convulsing pussy. Her juices boiled my digits while I moaned out in desperation.

Jalal still teased my pussy.

He ran that thick cock up and down my pussy lips. He brushed my clit, making my hips wiggle. More juices poured out of my snatch. Then his cock pulled back and his fingers parted my pussy lips. I felt his eyes stare into my depths.

“I can see into her pussy,” Jalal said in awe. “So pink and juicy. And she’s clenching, Mom.”

“She wants your dick in her so bad!” groaned Mom, grinding her hot cunt into my face, her pussy massaging my plunging fingers. “Just fuck her. Pound her. The little whore needs your cock in her right now.”

“I do, little brother,” I moaned. “I’m such a slut. I need your dick in me so badly. Fuck me!”

“Fuck her! Be a man and ram that cock into your sister’s cunt!” Mom shuddered, her big tits jiggling. “Fuck her like the whore she is.”

“Yes, Mom!” groaned Jalal.

His dick rammed so hard into me. His balls smacked my clit. I gasped, pleasure shooting through me. I moaned into my mother’s clit. My snatch clenched down on the dick that filled me. Then he drew back and slammed in again. And again. And again.

He reamed my cunt. He gripped my hips, grunting as he plowed me so hard. Like a jackhammer. He fucked me like a whore. He enjoyed my sisterly cunt on his dick. And I savored his brotherly dick plunging into my depths.

“Oh, Mother, yes, he’s fucking me!” I whimpered. “He’s driving that cock into me.”

“Yes, my baby boy is such a man,” Mom groaned, her hot eyes staring over me at my brother. “Ooh, yes, Jalal, pound your sister’s snatch. Enjoy the little slut!”

“I am, Mom,” he groaned.

His cock plunged into me so hard, so fast, it was hard to remember my lesson. I knew I had to swivel my hips. To always move them, to dance like a whore. But such pleasure churned through me from the hot friction of his dick and the smack of his balls on my clit.

Every time his balls smacked my clit, I moaned into my mother’s bud. I sucked on hers, my tongue dancing on it as pleasure surged through me. Sparks flared through my cunt. My pussy clenched down on his dick as his nuts thwacked my balls.

So heavy. So full of his brotherly cum.

I wanted him to spill in me so badly. I wanted his cum to fill me again and again.

My fingers pumped hard, plunging into Mom’s cunt as fast as Jalal rammed into my snatch. Mom shuddered, her big tits jiggling as she writhed. She had such smoky eyes, staring with such desire at Jalal as he helped me practice my fucking.

My left hand reached out, grasping Mom’s pillowy breast. She groaned her pussy clenching on the digits of my right hand. She shuddered, her snatch growing hotter about my fingers again. Then she gasped and orgasmed a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, such a whore daughter!” moaned Mom, bucking. Her pussy massaging my three digits.

Just like my cunt would massage my brother’s cock.

“Ooh, plow your whore-sister, Jalal,” Mom gasped through her climax. “Fuck her. Make her cum. A man always makes a slut cum.”

“I will, Mom,” Jalal groaned and fucked me harder.

I didn’t know it was possible. I screamed into Mom’s pussy as my orgasm exploded through me. The pounding rapture of my brother’s cock sent me over the edge. My clit drank in his thwacking balls. My hot flesh convulsed around his dick.

He groaned, gripping my hips harder as he plowed into my massaging pussy. Pleasure rippled through me. I gasped and shuddered, wanting to rip my head up from Mom’s pussy. But her grip held me in place. I moaned into her clit, stars exploding across my vision.

“So good,” I moaned, voice muffled by motherly cunt. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“She’s so tight, Mom,” gasped Jalal. “Ooh, yes, the little slut’s cumming so hard on my dick.”

“Because your a man!” Mom groaned with such pride, her body convulsing as her orgasm died. “Yes you are. My baby boy is such a stud. Fuck the little slut. Make her cum over and over on that dick of yours.”

“I am,” he grunted, plowing me. “I could fuck her all night.”

“You’ve cum enough. Show me that stamina. Show me your endurance.” Mom licked her lips. “Ooh, yes, keep the slut cumming into my clit because… Yes!”

Mom came again, set off by my humming passion on her bud. Her pussy convulsed on my fingers, matching the writhing passion of my cunt on Jalal’s dick. Her juices flooded out, so tangy and delicious. I drank them down while Jalal’s cock stirred my cunt to a froth.

Orgasms kept pumping through me. My brother’s dick kept me cumming. The friction so amazing. I loved him plowing into me. My moans mixed with Mom, mine so much more whorish than hers. I kept my fingers plunging into her depths, stirring her up, thanking her for showing me who I was.

“I’m a slut!” I screamed as another orgasm rippled through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my brother, thrusting so hard. His balls smacked over and over into my clit. “Such a fucking whore.”

“Cum in her!” hissed Mom. “Just bathe her cunt in your cream.”

“Yes!” Jalal groaned, ramming his cock into me.

I gasped into Mom’s pussy at the first squirt of incestuous cum into my depths. I shuddered, my cunt milking his jizz into my fertile depths. I could be bred by my brother. A hot shiver ran through me. My orgasm intensified.

“Take my cum, slut!” he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes, in your sister’s cunt!” mom howled.

“He’s pumping so much into me,” I moaned.

My orgasm rippled through me. Such naughty warmth. I loved it. Embraced it. Jalal grunted again as he fired the last blast of jizz into my snatch. I mewled into Mom’s pussy, licking her clit while she shivered, my left hand clenching her pillowy mound.

It felt so nice in my hand.

Then Jalal ripped his cock out of my pussy. I knew what to do. Like a good slut, I spun around and sucked his pussy-coated cock into my mouth. He groaned, shivering as I sucked him clean. Jizz poured out of my snatch, trickling down my legs.

Then I groaned as Mom licked at the jizz dribbling down my cunt. She made such a cooing sound as she enjoyed it. She licked up to my pussy. For one moment, her tongue flicked through my folds, gathering the incestuous mix flooding out of me.

“Mmm, such a good slut,” she purred, giving my ass a squeeze. “Once you’re done cleaning your brother’s cock, we’ll talk about how you’ll please your father. He’ll be home in an hour.”

Then Mom rose. I heard her dress behind me, garbing her modesty like a proper Muslim woman. I just sucked happily on my brother’s half-hard cock. He stared down at me, such lust in his eyes. He ran his hands through my hair.

“I’m going to fuck you whenever I want,” he growled.

A hot shiver ran through me. I popped my mouth off his dick. “Of course. That’s what a slutty sister is for.”

He smiled as he pushed up his glasses. Then groaned as my mouth engulfed his dick, savoring my fresh, tangy musk.

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Mrs. Umayyah

The front door opened. A hot twinge ran through my pussy followed by a nervous flutter through my stomach. I moved from the kitchen, properly clad in my modest dress, my hijab covering my hair. Only face and hands were visible. My big breasts jiggled in my bra. He stood in the foyer, hanging his baseball cap on a peg.

My big, strong husband dressed in the rough clothes from the construction sight, his blue jeans faded, stained with a white epoxy. His t-shirt faded over the years, a black tar forever embedded in the fabric that I never could get out.

“There is my lovely wife,” Karim said as I walked to him and greeted him with a chaste kiss, nothing immodest out of our bedroom. His thick beard scratched so deliciously at my face. The one thing Leyla lacked while eating my pussy, her cheeks silky smooth.

“Welcome home, dear husband,” I breathed, so excited to give him this treat. I’d been so bad by masturbating to Clint fucking his harem and losing our savings to online poker. He deserved such a treat.

I knew he noticed Leyla. He was a man. More than a few times he demanded I perform my wifely duties after he stared at our blossoming daughter.

“Leyla is drawing you a bath,” I told him. “Dinner will be ready in an hour. Go and relax. You’ve earned it.”

“A bath?” he asked. “Our daughter. Not you?”

I just smiled at him. “She wants to do something special for her father. You’ll see. She’s awakened to who she is.”

My husband frowned. “What is going on?”

“Just know that I love you, dear husband,” I said and gave him a hotter kiss, my hand rubbing at his crotch. He groaned, his cock responding, hardening. “Now go, our daughter awaits with your bath.”

Leyla stepped out in a flowery dress Her black hair spilled about her youthful expression, no hijab to make her modest. “Come, Daddy, it’s all ready to you.”

“Isn’t she just a naughty tease?” I whispered as my husband stared at her without her hijab for the first time since she started menstruating. “Now go and enjoy her. Leyla will take good care of you.”

My slutty daughter took her father’s hand and led him away, such a beguiling smile on her lips. My pussy clenched, knowing she would take such good care of her father. And learn to be a better slut. Because come tomorrow, that pussy would be for sale.

To be continued…

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Claire’s relucant work at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage” has gradually changed her into a degraded slut.

Chapter 29
THE LOBBY DIVISION AND ANOTHER PARTY

Michael welcomed Claire back to work by fucking her cunt. After she removed her panties, he bent her over his desk and stuck his cock into her twat. Claire had been expecting this for a while now and it came as no real surprise. She cried a little as he raped her, but let him do what he wanted, and soon he ejaculated in her vagina and then pulled out.

‘The sperm will be your panties today, Claire,’ he told her. ‘Don’t clean it up.’ She stood there, obediently letting it drip down her thighs.

He gave her her new requirements for R grade.

R Grade
Presentation:
– Does not wear clothes or cover body between waking up and twenty minutes before leaving for work or school.
– All immediate family and housemates see her tits weekly.
– All close friends have seen her tits.
– Does not wear underwear of any sort
Attitude & Obedience:
– Kneels on ground rather than sits on chair unless ordered otherwise.
– Demeans self without being prompted.
Routine:
– Spends four hours a week crawling on all fours, two of them naked.
– Eats one meal a week from a bowl like a dog.
– Once per week spends a weekday with an active vibrator in her twat held in place by her clit ring.
Toileting:
– Cleans her cunt after pissing or masturbation by wiping it with hand then licking hand.
– Always pisses self in public while wearing a swimsuit.
Masturbation:
– Masturbates or has dildo in twat while eating.
– Often masturbates in public in places she can’t be seen (cinemas, outdoors at night, etc)
– If caught or seen masturbating, does not cover herself and continues masturbating until orgasm or told to stop.
– Licks clean any object that has been in her twat.
– Reliably becomes wet when abused, humiliated, hurt or degraded.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Encourages male friends to hurt and rape other sluts.
– Encourages female friends to be naked or dressed sluttily around men; is cruel to them if they do not obey.
– Holds a porn viewing night at least once a week with at least three attendees, at least one of them male. Dresses sluttily and ensures the porn features rape and degradation of women.
Treatment of Men:
– Encourages male friends to photograph her naked; poses for these photographs.
– Is fucked in the pussy twice a week.
– Sucks cock three times a week.
– All male friends have felt her naked tits and feel comfortable touching them whenever they please.

Claire looked at them. They were even sluttier than anything she’d done so far. Porn viewing parties? Having to kneel instead of sit? Masturbating while eating? But she knew she would do them. Her earbuds had told her she would, and they wouldn’t lie to her, because they spoke in her voice. She was the kind of slut who would do these things.

Michael went on to tell her that she was being transferred to a new division today. It was the Lobby Division, the part of Titcage that actively worked at lobbying politicians to legislate less rights for women. It was on the third floor. Steph (‘Cuntcandy’) and Kitten would be going with her, but Sluthole (Michael said, stroking Claire’s tits) would be staying behind.

The Lobby Division, Claire noticed immediately, had a lot more sluts of higher grades. Most of the women here were crawling around on all fours. They all had breasts at least as large as Claire’s – some much bigger – and Claire thought she could see what looked like sperm drying on the faces and breasts of some of them. A few were completely naked, and Claire obediently (and eagerly) stared at their perfect, nude cunts.

The sluts here didn’t have real workstations or desks – only the men had that privilege. Instead the sluts would kneel along one wall, with their backs to the wall, their clit rings connected to short chains coming from the floor, and their collars connected to leashes tied to the wall. Each girl had a small laptop in front of them to work from. From time to time men would come by and get blowjobs from a slut they liked the look of.

Claire had barely connected her collar and clit ring to the restraints when she got to see Steph give her first blowjob. A young man had seen her the second she walked in, and was waiting eagerly for Steph to get in place. As soon as she was chained and leashed, he stepped up and pushed his cock into her face. Steph tried to turn her face away, but the leash and chain left her little room to move. The man slapped her face, and when she opened her mouth in surprise he jammed his cock in.

Steph started to cry, and had to be slapped again to made to start sucking on the dick in her mouth. Claire watched, fascinated, as her sister was raped, and by the time the man ejaculated in Steph’s mouth Claire’s pussy was dripping wet.

The work in lobby division on the laptops involved Claire reaching out to sluts on Titcage’s blackmail list and getting them to record testimonials supporting Titcage’s lobby efforts. The testimonials were always deeply humiliating and usually caused the sluts to betray their own deeply held beliefs. They made Claire’s pussy wet to watch.

A few samples:

“My name is Melinda and I’m a lesbian. I like to claim that lesbianism is something I was born with and not a choice, but secretly I just do it for the attention I get from boys. Nothing makes me wetter than a boy watching while I tongue-kiss a girl. Every time I lick my lover’s cunt I secretly wish a man would burst in and rape us both.”

“My name is Jessica and I have been raped three times. Every time I was raped I filed charges with police, but what I didn’t tell the police was I orgasmed in ever rape – one of them twice – and that each night I lie away rubbing my pussy while I think about the way I was used. I hope I get raped again soon.”

“My name is Jen and I get sexually harassed at work. Workmates call me ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’ and comment on the size of my tits or how loose my pussy must be, and they grope my boobs whenever they feel like it. But I love it. I love being demeaned and I love the attention and I wish they’d just pull off my clothes and use me.”

For many videos Claire requested three versions: a ‘straight’ version where the slut was clothed and as respectable as a slut could be; a ‘horny’ version where the girl was clearly masturbating as she spoke, and a ‘whore’ version where the girl was completely nude on camera.

But Claire’s real work happened in the lobby division meetings. Male staff would meet with a businessman or politician to discuss Titcage’s agenda. Claire would be invited to these meetings, and she would kneel under the table and suck the dick of the visitor to keep him in a receptive mood to the presentation.

Claire learned of her first “success” in her dick-sucking role about a week after she started in Lobby. Michael told her the national parliament had voted for changes to sexual assault laws. It would now be a defence to a charge of rape if the rapist could prove the girl had dressed in a particularly slutty fashion, or had deliberately cockteased her rapist. Many, many more rapists would be able to enjoy freedom because Claire had sucked politician cock so well. And as an added benefit, evidence in rape trials would now be more focused around how slutty the victim looked and whether she was a cocktease. Practically every rape victim would now be thoroughly humiliated and degraded in court.

Claire was told all this while Michael was fucking her pussy. She had a pig-cum popsicle in her mouth so all she could do was moan. She was horrified at what she had done; she had helped degrade thousands of women throughout the nation. And yet at the thought of some slut sitting there in court, being asked whether she had deliberately brushed her tits against her rapist, being asked if she was secretly begging to be raped, Claire felt her pussy spasm around Michael’s cock, and she orgasmed.

At home, Claire had to get used to masturbating while eating. Her father was shocked the first time Claire did it, sitting naked at the table and rubbing her twat while she ate, but then he thought it was wonderful. He instructed Claire and Steph to make sure that the food Claire was served was appropriate for her new hobby, and so Claire soon found that she was regularly being served sausages, which her father made her eat ‘properly’ – which meant fellating them before eating them – and tuna tacos, where she would be made to lick the tuna melt out of the shell. Her father thought these were hilarious, and soon found a range of other phallic foods for her to suck on or concave dishes for her to lick out.

Claire had to compound her humiliation by telling her father that her Titcage rank required her to eat out of a dogbowl. Her father helpfully bought a dogbowl with the custom name ‘FUCKTWAT’ written on the side, and at least one night a week he would put it on the floor and pour Claire’s dinner into it, so she could lap it up with her tongue on all fours while trying to rub her pussy.

And her father would never let her cum. He would always slap her hand away just as she was breathing heavily, and then beat her pussy for being slutty and then smear her cunt juices on her face.

As a result, Claire always went to bed horny, and she relied increasingly on her sister to kiss her and rub her tits and finger her twat for her until she came. She felt incredibly guilty performing sex acts with her sister but she was always so wet by bedtime she couldn’t help herself.

The sex helped Steph forget about work. Claire’s sister was now sucking several cocks a day, and drinking piss as well. The men always set Steph’s clit ring to buzz as they raped her mouth, to help her associate cocks with arousal. It was messing with Steph’s head and the girl always came home crying with a wet pussy.

During the week Ben took Claire to another party. Amy, Soo-jin, Jace and Elena were there, along with a busty brunette called Shay and two guys called Chris and Emmett. The boys all enjoyed Claire saying hello them by giving them a long hug, and Jace enjoyed it when Claire supplemented her hug by tongue kissing him.

Claire was wearing a short skirt and a tight pink bikini that didn’t quite fit. It looked intensely slutty and her tits were squeezing out of the sides of the bikini in all directions. Naturally she had no panties. She looked like a whore and hated it, but she had made the mistake of letting Ben choose her outfit for the night. Claire’s tits themselves were shiny and sticky, a leftover of the titjob she’d given Ben before dressing. She could feel the sperm making her nipples stick to the inside of her bikini.

“Wow,” the new boy Emmett said, after getting his hug from you. “Don’t you feel underdressed?”

Claire paused, thinking about her rules. “No,” she said, “this is exactly what a bitch like me should wear.” She had wanted to say ‘girl’, but that word wasn’t appropriate for Claire. And besides, she was supposed to demean herself unprompted now.

Amy had a surprise for Claire; the redhead was leading her friend Elena around on a leash! Elena looked miserable and humiliated. ‘We’re an item now,’ Amy explained. ‘It turns out Elena has had a crush on me for years, haven’t you Elena?’

‘Yes mistress,’ said Elena.

‘She has been rubbing her cunt every night like a slutty lesbian while thinking about me, haven’t you, Elena?’ said Amy, enjoying herself immensely.

‘Yes, mistress,’ said Elena.

The party was just getting started. Claire had poured herself a drink, when she heard Jace say, ‘Hold on, I need to go take a piss.’

Claire realised she was obliged by her rules to do something. She felt herself turn red. She had to ask to watch. Did she have to say it in front of everyone? She sidled over to Jace, and whispered in his ear, ‘Can I watch?’ She felt her whole body flushing with shame.

Jace looked down at her. ‘Man, you are such a slut,’ he said. ‘All right, sure, you can come honey.”

Claire followed Jace to the toilet. They both went inside and he closed the door behind them. Claire suddenly realised another rule. She was inside a bathroom; she needed to be naked. Crying, she started to pull off her clothes.

‘Damn, bitch,’ said Jace. ‘You know I really do have to piss, right?’ Claire, naked now, her tits and cunt on display, just nodded, tears running down her face.

Jace reluctantly turned away from Claire, and tried to piss, but her show had made his cock hard. ‘Fuck,’ he said.

‘I can help,’ Claire said quietly. She got Jace to sit on the toilet, then knelt in front of him and took his dick into her mouth. She then proceeded to suck him until he came in her mouth. She showed him her mouth of sperm until he got the idea and gave her permission to swallow. Then she put his cock back in her mouth and held still while he pissed in it.

‘Your piss tastes good,’ she said afterwards, ‘I liked the way you used me as your toilet. Thank you.’

‘I liked using you,’ said Jace, standing.

‘You can take pictures of me if you like,’ said Claire quickly.

It turned out Jace did like. He took several photos of her kneeling naked by the toilet with little drool-lines of sperm and piss running from her lips. Claire posed, cupping her tits for him.

Afterwards she dressed and went back to the party. She had several cups of rum, the second and third flavoured by her own urine after she pissed outside in the backyard. Then Amy moved the party into her bedroom. She said she’d bought Elena a new vibrator, and Elena was keen to show it off for everyone.

This presented another problem, in that Claire had to be nude in bedrooms too. She quietly asked the group who assembled in the small room if they would mind if she took her clothes off. No one did, so she did a humiliating strip in front of everyone until she was nude, and then knelt by the bed.

It turned out Elena was stripping too. Claire didn’t know what hold Amy had over Elena, but it was clear that Elena wasn’t happy as she stripped naked in front of her friends. Then Elena got on the bed, crying, and began to rape her own twat with a big purple dildo while everyone watched.

Claire remember Ben using Claire’s mouth to fantasise about Elena. She also remembered her rules.

‘I bet Ben would like to fuck Elena,’ she said quietly. ‘Would he be able to?’

Elena froze, dildo half-in, half-out of her cunt. Amy laughed.

‘Why not? Go for it, Ben. She’s very tight.’

Elena dropped the dildo and tried to scramble away. ‘Catch her,’ Claire urged, staring at Elena’s cunt. Ben did, and then took out his cock and proceeded to stuff it into the weeping girl’s wet twat

‘This is wrong,’ said Soo-Jin backing away.

‘She won’t say that with a cock inside her,’ suggested Claire, not even understanding what she was saying. As she watched, Jace stepped over and grabbed Soo-Jin, and began ripping off her clothes. Shay started to scream, and then Emmett was grabbing her and exposing her large tits.

It was a rape party. Girls all around Claire were being raped, and she had suggested it. Jace was shoving his tool into Soo-Jin’s ass, and Emmett had Shay pinned to the ground with his cock in her mouth.

Claire rounded out the party; she went over to Chris before he could take matters into his own hands, and kissed him on the mouth while she extracted his cock. Then she bent over the bed, her ass sticking out, and let him slide into her cunt from behind. It felt great. Claire’s face was only inches from Elena’s cunt, and she had a great view of it being raped by Ben’s dick, until she found something else being put in front of her. It was Amy’s cunt.

‘Please lick me, Claire,’ Amy breathed. Claire complied. The cunt was dripping wet and salty and warm and Claire loved it.

The raping went all night. Claire took all the men in her cunt at some point; at one point she had a dick in her pussy, a dick in her mouth, and Shay being forced to lick her clitoris all at the same time. She raped Soo-jin herself at one point, twisting the little Korean slut’s clitoris until she agreed to lick Clair’s beaver. And she had the pleasure of using her tongue to lick Ben’s sperm out of a weeping Elena’s vagina.

Amy, who had started out so horny and excited, was crying by the time the second of her male friends had urinated in her mouth. Covered in cum, she 69ed Shay while the men all watched, and then had her cunt raped twice more. When she tried to get away earlier in the night, the men caught her and then, at Claire’s suggestion, Ben whipped Amy’s tits and cunt with a belt until she agreed to stay until they were done.

Through it all, Claire thanked the men and told them how much she liked being raped and being filled with their sperm. She also encouraged them to take photos, and they did. All of them got good shots of a nude, cum-soaked Claire begging for their cocks.

At the end, as the exhausted men finally stepped back from the pile of naked, sticky, crying girls, Claire took the time to tell all the girls that if any of them made rape allegations, she would testify that they had asked for sex and orgasmed many times. And all the men’s photos of them would go into evidence.

Claire licked each of the departing men’s cocks clean as they left, and invited them to come over to a regular porn viewing night she was thinking of having at her place. They agreed they would, and then left.

Ben escorted Claire out to the car to drive her home, and it was then that the sexual high finally wore off Claire, and she thought about what she had done to meet her Titcage rules. She realised she had encouraged and aided in the violent rape of several of her friends, that she had raped several of the girls herself and licked cum from their pussies, that she had fucked total strangers and let them cum and piss in her, and that she had agreed to host another similar party in the near future at her own house.

She doubled over and vomited.

(To be continued….)

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As Kyle struggles how to deal with his new wife, a spell is cast on him and he finds himself unable to stop lusting for a new girl. Meanwhile, Aaliyah has already found the next woman to share his bed: his sister!

The Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Two: The Slave of Desire
Copyright 2014

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Thursday, January 16th

The loud, annoying, repetitive beep of Kyle’s alarm woke him. He rolled over, slapping at the clock. Only his hand fell short, landing upon a warm, soft lump that gasped. A person… Kyle’s thoughts tried to ponder that—

He bolted upright. There was a girl in his bed.

Aaliyah, his wife, smiled at him as she rubbed sleep from her dusky face. His heart sped up as the blanket slipped down to reveal her round, firm tits topped with hard, dark nipples. He tried to remember that he had a girlfriend. A beautiful girlfriend. But the sight of those breasts—

“How would you like to be satisfied, Kyle?” she purred, stretching. “My mouth, my pussy, or maybe someone else. Your sister perhaps, or your mother? Maybe your girlfriend Christy? Your old babysitter Megan? Name the woman, and she’ll be eager to please you, my love.”

Her fingers grasped his hard wood, polishing it with skilled hands. He fought off his baser urges. Fucking his mother and sister was wrong, it was incest, and he wanted his first time with Christy to be special, and not because his genie-wife made it happen. Other women popped into his head: Ms. Franklin, his biology teacher from last year with her fiery-red hair and low-cut blouses; or Toni from his math class, a gorgeous cheerleader with a petite body and dark-red hair; and the very lovely Carla Taylor from his gym class that always looked amazing in her tight sweatpants. There were dozens of girls at his school he had jerked off to before; he could have them all.

No. It’s wrong. They should have a choice. Not forced to please him because of a wish. Right? Aaliyah’s hand stroked harder, rubbing his cock’s head, and it became harder and harder to remember that as the blood roared in his veins.

Megan seemed to enjoy herself last night, his lust whispered. What was the harm? He almost relented, imagining Ms. Capelo, his busty English teacher, wrapping her luscious tits around his cock.

“I want you,” he moaned, pushing down his dark desires. “On top!”

He always wanted a woman to ride him, but he always hoped it would be Christy mounting him. Aaliyah beamed, gracefully moving into position. Her full breasts heaved as she straddled him, her hands guiding his wood to her shaved pussy. She felt amazing, like wet, warm silk as she rubbed his tip against her nether lips, then she found the entrance to her sheath and sank down on him, engulfing him in nirvana—slick, tight nirvana.

“Oh, my love!” she sighed. “Thank you for choosing me!”

“You’re welcome.” What else could he say? “Ride me!”

“Yes, yes!” she gasped.

Her breasts were beautiful as they rose and fell and jiggled and swayed. The mattress squeaked and Aaliyah squealed. He reached up, squeezing those lush orbs, perky and pliant and soft. Her nipples were hard; she gasped when he pinched them, her cunt constricting on his cock.

“Your cock is stirring me up!” she purred.

There was a sudden knock at his door. “Hurry up and finish, dear! You have to get ready for school!”

It was surreal that his mom accepted Aaliyah and their relationship thanks to his wish. “Yes, mother,” Aaliyah answered, and picked up her rhythm. She looked down, her dark eyes full of lust. “Cum in me, my love! Let my pussy bring you to satisfaction!”

Kyle’s balls were boiling; her pussy wet, warm, wonderful silk. His body tensed and his passion erupted into her. She shuddered, gasping, her pussy massaging the cum out of his balls. Then she slumped over him and he couldn’t help kissing her.

She really is wonderful.

“I love you, Kyle,” she murmured.

“I… I love you, too.” The guilt returned. He loved Christy, right? He missed her, and he badly wanted to see his girlfriend, and yet a part of him wanted to stay with Aaliyah. His thoughts were too confused, and Aaliyah’s lithe body atop him only fueled his turmoil.

“I could stay like this all day, my husband,” she sighed, nuzzling his neck.

“Yeah,” he answered. “But I got to take a shower and all.”

“Of course,” she beamed, then stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we.”

“Shall we what?” he asked in confusion.

“Shower. Since you have no concubines, I’ll attend you.”

He took her soft hand and she helped him up. He grabbed a robe, and she genied one for herself out of thin air, and they walked to the small bathroom. It was an old house, and there was only one bathroom, a small, cramped affair with a shower-tub combo, a toilet, and a porcelain sink on a stand underneath a medicine cabinet.

“How delightful,” Aaliyah purred when she stepped into the spray, her dusky body shiny with moisture. “There are some remarkable things in your land.”

His cock hardened, and he grunted and joined her in the shower. She looked around in confusion, so he grabbed his bottle of Axe body wash and she caught on quick. Her hands were soft and gentle as she soaped his body, starting at his chest, and working her way down his stomach.

“So strong,” she purred, tracing his muscles.

“Thanks.” He reached out, rubbing soapy hands on her stomach. “You’re very beautiful.”

Her face darkened with her blush, and then her hands began to wash his cock, and his hands began to wash her breasts. They both were smiling as they fondled each other, his cock erect, and the thought of Aaliyah on her knees in the shower blowing him popped into his mind.

*As you wish, my husband!*

She dropped to her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth, her dark hair matted to her beautiful face by the water spray. He groaned, closing his eyes and enjoying her wonderful mouth on his cock. He could grow to like this morning routine.

Someone banged on the bathroom door. “C’mon, Kyle!” Fatima shouted. “Other people live in this house!”

“In a minute!” he shouted. “Suck harder, Aaliyah.”

She did; his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. His hips jerked, and he started slowly fucking her mouth. He stroked her wet hair, savoring her tongue swirling round his cock, brushing his sensitive tip as the suction of her mouth seemed to go straight to his balls, drawing his cum out.

“Gonna cum!” he groaned.

He unleashed a tide of white into her lips and she drank it all down.

“Thanks!” he sighed, a smile growing on his face as the euphoria slowly—

“Get out now! I have to pee!” shouted Fatima.

“Maybe we should finish up,” Kyle laughed.

“Maybe,” Aaliyah nodded, and suddenly the shower was off and they were clean and dry. Kyle laughed, and pulled on his bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door to find his little sister glowering at him wrapped in a pink robe that was half-open, teasing Kyle with a view of her developing breasts. They sure seemed lovely. Ever since his little sister had sprouted tits, she’d been teasing him with them.

“It’s bad enough you kept me up all night with your fucking, but now you hog all the hot water!” she snapped.

“Sorry,” he said, then glanced at Aaliyah.

She smiled and nodded. “You’ll have all the hot water you need, sister.”

Fatima shook her head and pushed past Kyle and Aaliyah.

“She’s horny,” Aaliyah purred. “If you were to go in there, she would welcome your affections. I can feel her desire. She’s using the shower head to pleasure herself.”

Kyle pictured his fourteen[sixteen]-year-old sister, budding breasts heaving, as she rubbed the shower head between her thighs. He pushed down his desire. “No, I got to get to school.”

“Of course,” she answered. “And I’ll attend to the house and learn more about your strange kingdom.”

“Country,” he corrected.

“How curious,” she mused, then gave him a kiss on the lips that set his heart beating and his cock swelling. She pressed her groin against his crotch. “Do you need relief?”

He adjusted his pants. “No. I gotta go.” He fled the house, grabbing a bagel on the way out.

His thoughts were so full of Aayliah and Christy, guilt warring with lust, that he missed a turn and was half-way to school before he remembered that he was supposed to give his friend a ride to school. When he pulled up at his best friend’s house, he was ten minutes late and Britney glared at him through her thick glasses. They had been best friends ever since the fifth grade when they had been paired together for a science fair project.

“You are late,” she declared as she slammed the passenger door. “We are going to be late! I cannot be late, Kyle!”

Kyle shrugged. “It won’t wreck your chance to be valedictorian, Britney.”

She adjusted the thick rims of her glasses that seemed to cover most of her freckled face. She was dressed in her usual, frumpy clothes—baggy sweatshirt, loose pants, and a heavy, blue jacket—her thick, brown hair barely combed, making her head resemble a bird’s nest. “If we are late, I will not help you with your Math homework.”

“You wouldn’t!” Kyle gasped with mock outrage.

Her gaze was level. “You will never get into a good college if you do not keep your grades up.”

“My grades are fine, Britney.”

“And what about scholarships? Your mother cannot afford to pay for your college.”

“The military’s going to pay,” he dismissed.

She peered at him and he shifted nervously. She had a direct, piercing gaze, very clinical. He felt like a bug being examined beneath a microscope—a paramecium. “There is something different about you.”

“Why would you say that?” he tried to sound causal. He failed.

“Did your date with Christy go bad?” She cocked her head.

“Yeah, her parents called and…”

“What is that scent about you?” She inhaled. “Jasmine and…sandalwood?”

“Well…”

Then she punched his arm, catching him by surprise. He winced.

“Who is she?”

“Um…”

“You have had coitus recently, and not with Christy.”

“I…”

“Men are such pigs! I thought you loved her. She will be crushed!”

Kyle was surprised by Britney’s vehemence. She never had been happy that he was dating Christy, though he never pried the why out of his friend. This reaction caught him completely off guard. “It’s not like that. She’s…” My wife, he wanted to say. A thousand-year-old genie whom I inadvertently married when I used her lamp to burn incense. Dammit, if I can’t tell my best friend, then whom do I talk to about it? “She’s my wife.”

Her hand froze; her big eyes blinked behind her thick glasses. “What?”

“You know my mom’s Kurdish. It’s one of those, uh, arranged marriages.”

“So you engaged in coitus with her?”

“Do you have to call it that?” he asked. It made him feel so dirty when she used that word.

“Coitus? It is the proper term.”

“Fine, I had coitus with her. A few times. She’s…” Hot, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, irresistible. “She’s hard to resist.”

“Pig,” she sighed.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whined. “I love Christy and…” And what, do I love Aaliyah? He found a strange longing in his heart, and he wished both Aaliyah and Christy were here. A picture of the three of them together in bed flashed through his mind, Aaliyah’s dusky hand and Christy’s pale hand stroking his cock as they leaned into—he stopped imagining that, his cock growing uncomfortably large in his jeans. “I don’t know what to think. It was all sprung on me last night. My mom’s cool with it…”

“Break up with Christy then. She deserves that. Do not string her along, Kyle.”

Kyle frowned, making the turn into Rogers High School’s parking lot. He parked his car, and saw Christy leaning against the school’s brick wall, waving at him. She’s probably been texting me the entire time we were driving. She’s so pretty. His heart sped up, and he couldn’t help smiling and waving back. “I can’t. I love her.”

“Then annul your marriage with this other girl.”

The thought brought a momentary spike of fear. Did that sexy genie worm her way into my heart that quick? Or is this just lust? She’s the first girl to jump my bones, and she’s willing to do it again and again. I don’t want to give that up, not when being inside her was so wonderful. Fuck, why did everything have to be so damn confusing?

“Don’t tell Christy, okay?”

“I will not,” Britney answered, though she didn’t sound pleased. “You should.”

“I will. I just need to think.”

“She is bad for you, Kyle.”

“What? Aaliyah?”

“No, Christy.” Britney stared straight at him, her eyes—magnified by her thick glasses—fixed on him like a fierce tiger, and he swallowed. Normally his friend was as calm as a placid lake, but sometimes she could grow so intense, like a lake frothed by a raging storm. “She is a liar. She will break your heart.”

Kyle wanted to press her for more information, but Christy was walking up to his car, and this wasn’t the sort of conversation Kyle wanted her to overhear. Why does she think Christy’s a liar? Christy and Britney had never gotten along, and Kyle never had understood why neither girl liked each other. He sighed and opened his car door.

Christy was waiting, her pouty lips smiling, and enthusiastically hugged him. He felt momentarily guilty until her lips touched his, then he savored her love and the feel of her body pressed against his. Could I have both of them? Aaliyah seems more than okay with it, but what about Christy? Who am I kidding, Christy would never be in for that. No American woman would share her boyfriend.

“You’re late,” Christy declared. “Let’s go before Mrs. Skinner gets mad at us.”

“You look pretty today,” Kyle smiled as he took her hand, and together they headed to their first period math class, the only class they shared this semester. Kyle struggled at math, but Christy was great at it. All the women in my life seem better at math than me.

“I am sorry about last night,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I meant it. I was willing to go all the way.”

“And this Friday?”

She took a deep breath, crimson playing on her cheeks. “I’m still ready.” His cock was lead in his pants, and he adjusted himself, bringing a naughty giggle to her lips “I know. You should feel my panties. I wish I brought a fresh pair.”

“I would love to…” his voice trailed off as a teacher came around the corner.

“Tomorrow night,” she promised, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

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Aaliyah sat at Kyle’s computer, fascinated at all the new things she was discovering. Thanks to her powers, she had developed an innate understanding of how to use the technology. So much had changed in the thousand years she had slept. The world she knew was gone and buried, and this new and exciting world had taken its place. Full of magic called technology that almost rivaled some of the feats she could perform. Almost.

Is father all right? she wondered as she read about the history of the Middle East. Nothing there had really changed; it was still wracked by war. He must think I’m lost for eternity. Well, Kyle is perfect. He can save the realms, once I help him shed some of his peculiar ideas. Never would Aaliyah have thought a man could pass up the opportunities of delight she offered.

Around the house, her little homunculi, fashioned from dust, were cleaning the house for her. Her mother-in-law was overworked having to support her two children on her own, so Aaliyah was more than happy to relieve her of that burden. It was very shameful that her father and brothers were not supporting her in her widowhood.

The door opened downstairs.

Curious, Aaliyah left the pocket space that Kyle’s room occupied. I’m going to have to expand this. I need my own bedroom, and there needs to be space for his other wives and concubines. As she started going downstairs she came face to face with her sister-in-law. The younger girl froze on the stairs, her round face paled and almond-shaped eyes widened in alarm.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped. “I didn’t think you’d… Shit!”

“Do not be alarmed, sister,” Aaliyah smiled, and sensed her thoughts. Fear, alarm, and surprise mixed together. She’s afraid I’ll tell her mother. She’s supposed to be at school. “I will not tell your mother.”

Fatima’s relieved breath came out in an audible whoosh. “Well, um, good. So I need to, uh… Yeah.”

She was flustered, gathering her thoughts. Aaliyah reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let’s have a ta—”

“What the hell is that!” Fatima shrieked, pointing at one of her homunculi. It was squat, maybe a foot tall—what a curious measurement—and made of gray-brown dust, vaguely shaped like a human.

“A servant,” Aaliyah answered. “Cleaning the house.”

“But…how…” Fatima’s mouth worked soundlessly.

“I am a Djinn. Of the Jann tribe.”

“A Djinn? A genie?”

Aaliyah sighed inwardly. Could no one in this land pronounce her people’s name properly? “Yes. Your brother freed me from my slumber and now I am his wife.”

The Djinn felt a stab of jealously followed by shame from the younger girl. How very curious, Aaliyah thought as she picked apart the girl’s thoughts. “Come on, let’s have a nice cup of tea and talk.”

Aaliyah took her hand, warm, soft; heat flushed in her nethers. Fatima was pretty, a budding flower promising to become a great beauty. While Kyle was the first man the Djinn had lain with, he wasn’t the first person. She had learned the delights that could be found with another woman in her father’s harem. It was the only proper way for a woman to relieve her desires if her husband or master’s affections cannot be obtained. Fatima had Kyle’s beautiful eyes and exotic cast, and her body did so ache for her husband’s touch.

Fatima’s room was a little smaller than Kyle’s and cluttered. Clothes were strewn everywhere—Fatima blushed and began snatching dirty panties off the floor—and paintings of cute boys covered the walls. She had never seen such lifelike paintings before. They looked so real, like the images on the computer and, curiously, words were printed on them with strange names: Justin Bieber, One Direction, Big Time Rush.

A minute later several homunculi tottered in carrying a steaming teapot, a spicy scent filling the air. Aaliyah took several pillows off her bed and sat on the floor. Fatima sat across from her and the Djinn had a lovely view up the young girl’s skirt to her panties tight across her girlish treasure.

“How can you wear that?” Fatima asked. “I can see everything. It’s so indecent.”

Aaliyah looked down at her yellow silks. “This is a harem dress,” she answered. “For your brother’s pleasure. I would not wear this where another man could see me. But you show all that leg to complete strangers. Where I come from, that would be most indecent.”

“This skirt goes down to my knees,” gasped the girl. “I have skirts that are far shorter.”

The homunculi finished pouring. The tea was warm and spicy and Aaliyah savored it. “What is your brother like?”

The girl snorted and then choked on her tea. “You’re the one fucking him.”

“Well, yes, but we just met.” Aaliyah took another sip. Delicious. “He seems like a kind man, and loves his girlfriend very much.” Girlfriend. What a strange word.

“I thought he did, and then he married you.”

Jealousy radiated from the girl. She loves her brother. Perhaps she would make an excellent wife. “Your brother shall have more than one wife. This Christy seems like a likely candidate, and I eagerly await meeting her. I hope we can be the fastest of friends, sharing in our love for your brother.”

Fatima stared in stunned amazement at the Djinn. “That’s crazy. You can only have one wife.”

“Why?”

“I…I don’t know,” Fatima spluttered. “You just can’t.”

“What were you thinking about in the shower?” Aaliyah asked, probing her sister-in-law’s feelings. Kyle seemed unwilling to expand his harem, and a great man needed one to prove the power he possessed.

The girl blinked in shock. *pleasure horny Kyle’s chest his muscles Kyle’s cock inside me fucking me oh yes oh yes.* Her thoughts were scrambled: flashes of Kyle; fantasies of being taken by her brother in the shower, in her bedroom; forced to be his lover and please him. Aaliyah smiled.

“I was just showering.” Her protest was half-hearted, her face darkening in embarrassment.

Aaliyah peered into her eyes, reaching out to touch her knees. “I think you were doing more than that.”

Fatima’s looked down at her tea. “Okay, fine. I was masturbating. Thinking about boys.”

“About Kyle?”

“Of course not!” Her protest sounded sincere. “He’s my brother.”

“It’s okay,” the Djinn told her, stroking her thigh. “He is so handsome, how could you not think about him that way?”

“He’s my brother! It’s wrong!”

“Love is never wrong,” Aaliyah answered, patting her knee.

Aaliyah’s touch seemed to break something inside the girl, and Fatima’s face became crestfallen, tears brimming in her eyes. “I just…I can’t help myself. I’m such a pervert!”

Aaliyah reached out and gently wiped at her tear, then cupped her face, leaning in. “There’s nothing wrong with it. How long have you desired him?”

“A few years.” Fatima bit her lip. “We have relatives who are Zoroastrians; it’s still an active religion among some of the Kurds, and I was curious about it. I read that the Zoroastrian kings of Persia would marry their sisters. To keep their bloodline pure and…”

Aaliyah nodded in understanding. “It’s only natural. If you could, would you?”

“Marry Kyle? I…”

Aaliyah leaned in closer, their lips inches apart, staring into the girl’s dark, almond-shaped eyes. She’s as beautiful as her brother is handsome. Her nethers ached, and she wished Kyle was home to provide her with some satisfaction. Lust billowed inside the Djinn, her thoughts full of her husband, increasing her ardor. “Would you if there were no consequences?”

“Yes.”

Aaliyah kissed her. Fatima froze in surprise, then pulled away. “What’re you doing?”

“I can feel your lust,” she answered. “It would be wrong of us to seek out another man who wasn’t our husband, so we should turn to each other.”

“You mean…me and you…”

Aaliyah nodded.

“But I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I,” the Djinn nodded. “There is nothing wrong with women of the harem seeking comfort from each other.”

“Harem?”

“You wish to be his wife?”

Fatima’s cheeks darkened and she nodded.

“Close enough,” Aaliyah purred, leaning in, and kissed her sister-in-law again. This time Fatima didn’t pull away.

Fatima’s kiss was sweet, her lips moist, a curious flavor, sweet and tart, covered the girl’s lips. Her head tilted, almond eyes squeezed shut, and she sighed into the Djinn. Aaliyah hands reached out, caressing her side through the curious fabric of her…T-shirt. It wasn’t linen or silk or satin, and the weave was so fine. Such marvels this age held.

Fatima’s timid hands touched Aaliyah’s side beneath her vest, and Aaliyah squirmed and kissed Kyle’s sister harder. She’s my sister, and soon she’ll be my sister-wife! She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt; Fatima trembled. The Djinn’s gentle hands found a curious garment binding her budding breasts.

Aaliyah broke the kiss and pulled Fatima’s shirt over her head. The curious garment was white with pink dots over it, standing out against her dark skin, and cupped her breasts with straps running over her shoulders and beneath her arms. “What is this?” she asked, caressing Fatima’s hard nipple through the fabric.

“My bra?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know what a bra is? It supports my breasts and makes me look cute.”

“You do look cute,” Aaliyah grinned. “How does it come off?”

“There’s a clasp in the back.”

Aaliyah reached around the girl, fumbling at the fastener. The bra came loose, and her olive breasts topped with dark nipples appeared. Her mouth salivated, and she leaned forward and sucked Fatima’s little morsels into her lips.

“Oh, wow!” gasped the girl. “That’s wild!”

The Djinn enjoyed the soft sighs and moans as her tongue swirled about the hard nub. She kissed across to her other breast and nipped the nipple. Fatima squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to push up Aaliyah’s top. The Djinn dismissed her clothes and moaned as delicate fingers massaged her breasts. Fatima was gentler than Kyle; her fingers curious as she explored Aaliyah’s breasts, teasing Aaliyah’s hard nipples. Juices dripped from the Djinn’s pussy, spurred on by Fatima’s touch.

“Oh, Aaliyah!” Fatima gasped as the Djinn slithered her hand between the girl’s thighs.

Aaliyah could feel her warmth through her panties. Another curious piece of clothing. Fatima lifted her ass, letting the Djinn slide a pair of panties, made with the same the pattern as her bra, off the girl’s dusky thighs. Aaliyah stopped sucking at her breast and stared at Fatima’s exposed pussy beneath her bunched up skirt. Her labia were virginally tight, adorned with a fine down of dark hair, and weeping her passion.

“I’ve been sprouting for a year and I still can’t grow a proper bush,” Fatima sighed as Aaliyah caressed her vulva.

“But your pussy is so cute,” Aaliyah objected. “So fresh and virginal. Kyle will love the sight. You look so tasty.”

“Holy shit!” gasped Fatima as Aaliyah suddenly buried her face in the girl’s pussy and licked, savoring her tart flavor. “Ohmyfuckinggod, that’s amazing!”

Aaliyah smiled inwardly, feeling the chaotic passion of Fatima’s thoughts as her tongue devoured her: *ohmygod her tongue so good she’s licking me ohmygod am I a lesbian I don’t care feels so amazing I love it I love her I can’t wait to be with Kyle if it feels half so good ohmygod she touched my clit I love her tongue oh fuck oh wow this is so much better than the shower head oh fuck I’m gonna cum oh yes.*

“Keep doing that, please!” the girl panted. “I’m gonna cum!”

Aaliyah enjoyed the feel of her sister-in-law’s cunt on her lips, digging her tongue in and reveling in her tart taste. Every time she breathed in, she smelled the wonderful scent of Fatima’s passion. Her fingers found the girl’s clitoris. With care, she massaged it, circling the little nub and bringing a squeal from the girl’s lips. Aaliyah kept rubbing, staring into Fatima’s dark, almond-shaped eyes as she writhed with passion.

Then Fatima bucked and juices exploded out of her pussy. “Holy shit!” the girl shouted as she came. Then she collapsed and panted, staring up at the ceiling; a large grin plastered on her face. “That was fucking fantastic, Aaliyah!”

“Do you want to lick me?” Aaliyah asked the panting girl as she lay on the carpet, her budding breasts beading with sweat.

“Hell, yeah!”

Aaliyah turned around, straddling the girl’s face, and dived back into Fatima’s pussy—it was the Djinn’s favorite position to use with a woman. She moaned her pleasure as the girl’s tongue ran stiff through her groove, licking at her clit. Aaliyah licked and sucked Fatima’s tasty pussy, spreading the girl open; she was bright pink and wet inside, her hymen still intact.

Good. Kyle deserves unplucked fruit.

The two girls feasted on each other, filling the room with the sweet incense of their lust and love. Fatima’s tongue and lips grew more bold, sucking, nipping, driving the Djinn to a low, purring orgasm, and quickly building her to a second one. Aaliyah gasped when the young girl wiggled a finger into her canal, pumping it rapidly in and out. Aaliyah stroked her pussy, gently exploring her folds with her digit, careful not to burst her hymen. She sucked the girl’s hard clit into her lips, nibbling, sucking, trying to drive the girl to an earth-shattering orgasm.

Fatima’s finger withdrew from her pussy and she moaned her disappointment. She had been so close to cumming. Then she gasped. What a naughty houri she is! Fatima had shoved her lubed finger into the Djinn’s tight asshole. The new intrusion sent Aaliyah over the edge, and her orgasm erupted inside her. She gasped, her insides clenching, and she sucked hard on the girl’s clit as she was tossed into a sandstorm of passion.

Aaliyah howled her passion into Fatima’s cunt; the vibrations of her voice seemed to ignite Fatima’s rapture. Juices flooded her lips, tasty and tart and thick, and the Djinn drank them down like she was a dying woman at an oasis.

“That was amazing,” purred Fatima as they snuggled together on the floor, the two girls sharing sweet kisses.

Aaliyah caressed her lips, let her fingers trail down to caress her nipple. “Wait until Kyle gets home.”

Concern flashed across the girl’s face. “How’re we going to get Kyle to…”

“Bed you? Easy.” Aaliyah explained her plan.

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“See you at lunch,” Kyle said to Christy as they stood in the hallway outside their just finished math class.

Christy gave him a quick kiss. “Sure. Love you.”

Kyle admired her ass as she walked away, and Christy smiled over her shoulder and then seemed to give an extra shake to her rear as she walked. She had a great ass as it writhed beneath her skirt; his cock hardened. She disappeared around the corner, and he sighed, turned, and walked smack into Ms. Franklin.

She fell back, her papers spilling to the floor, her breasts straining at her low-cut blouse as she grabbed Kyle’s arm for support, her sharp fingernails digging into his flesh through his long-sleaved shirt. Heat flushed through him as his face was almost planted in her cleavage and his cock sprang to attention. She had been his Biology teacher last year, and Kyle had had trouble paying attention, distracted by her gorgeous cleavage. She was a young teacher, only on her second year, and one of hottest teachers in school, tying with Ms. Capello for that honor.

Aaliyah could make it so I could fuck her, his aching cock seemed to whisper.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, bending down to grab her papers; he ignored his dick.

“It’s my fault,” she smiled, bending down, keeping her knees pressed together so Kyle couldn’t see up her skirt. What sort of panties does she wear? One wish and I could find out. “I was reading and walking.”

“Well, here you go, Ms. Franklin.” His eyes drifted down to her cleavage. She had a necklace—a gold chain adorned with a large, clear crystal that reminded Kyle of Christy’s amber pendant—nestled between her generous breasts.

“Thank you, Kyle. You have a pleasant day.” His eyes watched her ass sway beneath her tight skirt. Damn, she has a fine ass.

Pushing down his darker thoughts he walked down the hallway. The tide of students was thinning as they piled into their classrooms. He had gym class next; the weather was nice for a change, and that meant running around the track. And watching the girls’ tits bounce beneath their sweaters and their butts sway beneath their sweats.

He picked up the pace.

“Kyle, thank God!” a girl shouted.

He turned to see Chyna, one of the bustiest girls at school, running up to him. Her boobs bounced and swayed beneath her tight, cashmere sweater. She was gorgeous, tall, and dusky skinned; her dark brown hair gathered in pigtails. And those tits—he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They were stupendous.

“I need your help,” she breathed, her breasts heaving.

“What?” It was getting hard to think as all the blood rushed to his other brain.

“Come with me.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the boy’s restroom.

“What’s going on?” he asked as she pulled him into the bathroom. Maybe someone’s hurt and… His thoughts died as she kissed him.

“I need to be fucked so bad,” she panted, pulling him into a stall, and then she was on him again, a hungry cat pouncing on her prey.

What the hell! he thought as she kissed him. I barely know her, why is she doing this? This is wrong! I need to stop this! Bad enough that I’ve cheated on Christy with Aaliyah last night, but this…

Chyna’s fingers had his pants unfastened, reaching in and stroking him through his underwear. It was getting harder to listen to the voice of his reason. He groaned, her warm hands pushing his boxers down and stroking his girth.

“Fuck me!” she gasped, letting go of his cock. She hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of sleek, red panties, the crotch soaked. She pulled the gusset to the side, revealing a thick, brown bush. “I need it so bad! Please, Kyle!”

He buried his cock in her. She felt wonderfully warm. Her arms hugged him tight, her lips kissing him, moaning her relief. He pumped in her. Tight, hot, velvet. The metal stall creaked as he pounded her.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she gasped. “Oh, Kyle! I love it!”

His balls were already threatening to cum. This is so wrong! Why am I doing this? That thrill spurred him on, hammering her juicy twat. She bucked beneath him, gasping and shuddering. She’s so loud, we’re going to get caught! Cumming loudly, her cunt convulsing about his cock. She kissed him again, her tongue thrust into his mouth, hot and lithe. He didn’t care about Aaliyah or Christy; all that mattered was fucking this slutty girl’s cunt.

“Cum in me!” she purred. “I need it!”

“What’s gotten into you?” Kyle demanded; his cock never stopped thrusting.

“You’re just so hot!” she cooed into his ear. “You make me so wet! I want to feel your cum inside me!” Her tongue licked his ear. “I’m not on the pill.”

He came! His sperm flooded her unprotected cunt. She gasped again. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as she orgasmed a second time, her pussy milking him, eager to drain every last drop of her sperm into her fertile hole. They stood there a moment, breathing heavily, a smile on her lips, confusion in Kyle’s mind.

What the hell just happened? He pulled out of her, quickly buttoning up. She adjusted her panties, their combined passions soaking into the red fabric, and gave him another kiss, then waked out of the bathroom. Aaliyah must be behind this, he decided, as he rushed to Gym class.

Wait, did she say she wasn’t on the pill? A new worry added to the turmoil inside him.

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Celestite—she never thought of herself as Michelle Franklin—smiled as the flushed Chyna walked by. She could smell the lust pouring off the girl, proof that her spell worked. She hated Kyle. Amber—she never thought of her girls by their real names; Christy would forever be Amber to the teacher—was the only member of her coven that wasn’t fully hers. The foolish girl still clung to her schoolgirl love for Kyle.

Once Kyle’s affair with Chyna percolated through the student body, Amber would dump him and she’d be there to pick up the pieces and bring the girl fully into the delights only a woman could share. Hopefully, before Kyle plucks her cherry tomorrow night. Celestite wanted that treat for herself.

Kyle left the bathroom a moment later, looking confused and flushed. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Celestite asked him.

“Oh, sorry, Ms. Franklin,” he answered, his eyes on her cleavage.

Why didn’t I think of this earlier? she wondered with a smile.

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By the time lunch rolled around, Kyle was convinced that Aaliyah was responsible for his indiscretion with Chyna, and most of his guilt had disappeared, though he still worried what other consequences might have happened. He bought his lunch and sat down at a table. Christy sidled up to him, giving him a kiss, and Britney pulled out her bagged lunch and ate while reading a book across from them. A few of their other friends joined them, and everyone laughed and joked—except Britney, who studied like usual—while they ate.

“You should stop making out with Kyle after Math class,” chuckled Corey, one of Kyle’s friends, a knowing grin on his freckled face.

“What?” Christy asked.

Kyle tensed. Why did I use that lie?

“You held up Kyle so much he got chewed out by Mr. Benjaminson for being late to gym class.”

Christy fixed her hazel eyes on him. “It wasn’t because we were making out.”

“No. I really had to…uhh…use the bathroom,” Kyle quickly said, the guilt of his strange encounter with Chyna rearing up.

“Oh, you said…” Corey trailed off, shrugging. “Well, I guess making out with your girlfriend is a better story than having the runs.”

“Yeah,” Kyle answered.

Christy relaxed, then whispered, “Maybe tomorrow we can make out so you won’t have to lie to your friends.”

Britney looked up suddenly, sniffing, then fixed her disapproving eyes on him. A sudden panic struck Kyle. Britney knows me too well. He pleaded with his eyes at her, and she gave a shake of her head and went back to her textbook.

He turned back to Christy, relaxing. She had a bit of ketchup on her lips, so he bent over and kissed her. His friends snickered and cat-called; his girlfriend had a bright flush, and a pleased smile, on her face when he broke the kiss. She looked so cute, particularly her dainty nose. He kissed her again, then turned to start joking with Corey and froze.

Chyna was walking towards him.

He swallowed, and forced himself not to look at her; it took all the concentration he possessed; those tits were almost hypnotic as they swayed beneath her sweater. The busty girl walked by and dropped a pair of red panties, sticky with his cum and her juices, in front of him, then kept on walking. Everyone at the table gaped at her.

“What the fuck!” exclaimed Christy. “What a slut!”

Kyle risked a quick glance; Chyna was walking calmly down a hallway towards the bathrooms. His cock was rock. He had to follower her, had to fuck her juicy cunt again. His love for his girlfriend warred with his overwhelming desire for the girl.

“Is that cum on it?” Corey asked, making a face.

Britney fixed her green eyes on Kyle through her thick glasses.

“What a slut,” muttered Christy, pushing it off the table with her lunch tray. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle muttered. “I got to use the restroom. It’s…you know.”

“Oh, of course.” She kissed him. He felt guilty. “Feel better, Kyle.”

“Yeah.” He pushed up from the table and headed towards the hallway, following Chyna. He saw her smile, toying with her pigtails, her huge tits straining that delightful cashmere sweater, then she disappeared into the janitor’s supply closet next to the bathroom. Kyle was too horny to care if anyone saw him, or what would happen if they were caught.

She was leaning against a large, stainless steel sink, her bubbly ass facing him. She gave it a wiggle, and smiled over her shoulder at him. That ass was amazing. After fucking Megan’s ass last night, he was eager for a second taste. Why not hers? She’s slutty enough.

“I need your cock, Kyle,” she purred.

“I want to fuck your ass.”

She bit her lip. “Don’t you want to fuck my juicy, fertile cunt?”

He did want to pump his cum inside her fertile, unprotected pussy, but he also wanted to fuck her ass. He had a taste for anal now, and he wanted more. “What if I fucked your butt, then finished in your cunt?”

She beamed. “That sounds great. Stick your cock in my messy pussy so it’ll be nice and lubed.”

“You ever been fucked in the ass?”

“I’ve been fucked in every which way,” she purred.

Her pussy was sopping wet, and he was dripping with a mix of juices and cum when he pulled out. He lifted her skirt, tucking it into her waist band, exposing her dusky cheeks. They were beautiful and perfect, round and perky. His dick prodded the smooth surface, dimpling her right asscheek and leaving a smear of juices. She reached behind him and spread herself open. A dark, wrinkled hole winked at him.

Sorry, Christy, he thought, pushing down that guilt, and dove into Chyna’s ass.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as he sank in her.

Warm. Velvet. Tight. He was in heaven. Chyna’s ass was tighter than her cunt, Aaliyah’s virgin pussy, and Megan’s ass, and he had to thrust hard to work his cock in and out. He reached around her, pushing up her cashmere sweater and groping her breasts through her bra. They felt spongy in his hands and he pushed her bra cups up.

“Pinch my nipples!” she gasped, pushing her ass back. “Oh, yes, Kyle! I love it! You drive me wild! I’ll do anything for your cock!”

“What?” he asked.

“I’m yours!” Chyna gasped.

A voice in his mind screamed that something was wrong, no girl should act this way. Her ass felt too amazing to listen to anything approaching reason. “Yes, you’re mine!” he grunted. “All mine!”

She screamed; her ass clenched on his cock; her body convulsed. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, her velvety ass milking his cock. He fucked her faster and faster, his balls boiling as they slapped into her cunt.

“I’m your whore!” she groaned. “Keep fucking me! Keep making me cum!”

“You’re my slut!” Kyle declared, his balls tightening. His cum was nearing, but couldn’t jizz in her ass. He needed to flood her fertile cunt with his seed.

He pulled his filthy cock out and shoved it into her cunt. She gasped again, arching her back. She came again, howling wordlessly. The massaging pressure was too much, and he flooded her fertile cunt. She’s going to get pregnant! he thought. She’ll look so radiant with her round belly, begging to be fucked!

“What’s wrong with me?” he whispered as he leaned against Chyna. What did you do to me Aaliyah?

“You feel fine to me,” purred Chyna, leaning over her shoulder and kissing his cheek. “You feel more than fine. Have you ever had a titty fuck?”

Christy’s waiting for you to get back, you can’t do this!

“No.”

She smiled. “You’ll love it. Your cock all nice and slicked with my juices. It’ll be perfect!”

He was still hard, engulfed in her warm cunt. He pulled out, shuddering as his sensitive head rubbed through her flesh. He sat down on a foot ladder. He had to leave before Christy caught him, he had been gone too long as it was, but his cock needed this too much. Chyna pulled her sweater and bra off, kneeling before him, staring up so worshipfully at him. Her tits were wonderful, large, round, with nipples as thick as Kyle’s pinky.

“I love your cock!” she purred, sandwiching it between her thick tits.

The door banged open, and Kyle froze. “Christy, I can explain!”

To be continued…

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The end of Pt. 2, After Morgan, found out her and her father lust after each other, she came home from college and has just stumbled onto his playroom.

Copyright 2018 by tcs1963

Edited and some re-writes 2019

Co-edited by takemedown…

All rights reserved by the Author

((((((((((((At the end of part 2)))))))))))

Re-written to be told from Morgan’s perspective.

Morgan has returned home from college for the summer and stumbled upon her Daddy’s sexual relationship with her classmate, Mary.

Tom and Morgan

Growing Together Pt. 3

A Daddy/daughter Story

I was so turned on while I watched my Daddy interact with our neighbor, Mary. Then I heard him use my name when addressing her, It made my tight little cunny sloppy wet.

As my orgasm approached my body began to tremble and shake. I grabbed for my sensitive crotch, causing my knees to buckle. Then as my orgasm grew more eminent it caused me to lose my balance.

Suddenly I stumbled and fell against the garage. There was a loud thump causing my Daddy to look towards the window. Apparently, afraid that the neighbors possibly heard Mary’s squeals and moans.

As I tried to regain my composure I peered into the window again to see if Daddy had heard my clumsiness. He was looking around to see where the sound had come from and I ducked down to go unnoticed.

Daddy pulled his slippery and rigid cock from Mary’s pussy, making a wet sound. He slapped her ass, telling her to quiet down and walked towards the door.

As he continued to investigate the noise he covered his cock with his hands. I saw him and hurried to move away from the window. But with my panties around my thighs, I tripped and fell.

Falling to my hands and knees just as Daddy opened the door. He finally saw me with my bare ass shamefully displayed in the air and all he could do was smile approvingly.

He reached down and Picked me up in his strong arms, and heaving me over his shoulder he carried me like a sack of potatoes into the garage. Setting me down onto a wooden chair that he had bolted to the floor.

Daddy strapped me in tightly, leaving me very little wiggle room. As he positioned me my panties slid even further down my thighs. The continued exposure had my little pussy very moist and excited.

After I was secure Daddy walked up grabbed my blouse, ripping it open putting my pointy little tits on display. Along with the rest of my tight little college body.

I started in with pleading by this time, telling him how sorry I was and that I hadn’t been spying on them or anything.

“Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I said using my little girl voice.

My Daddy just smiled saying, “Little girl, Daddy knows you will be good, and I’m gonna show you why.”

As he reached again for the paddle, peppering Mary’s ass with spanks along with some verbal abuse for good measure.

I cringed while watching it as Mary’s screams penetrated my soul. Even as I struggled I couldn’t do anything but watch as my Daddy turned her ass a bright red. Mary wiggled her ass trying to escape her unmerciful punisher.

I looked down at my Daddy’s crotch and it had started to swell. The head of his cock so engorged, the head was looking angry. With each spank of Mary’s enflamed ass, Daddy became more aggressive as the precum was forming on the tip of his cock.

What I hadn’t noticed was how excited and juicy Mary’s tight little cunt was getting. I could feel the excitement building in myself as my moisture built up. I also realized in my excitement that I didn’t want Daddy to stop.

Just as Mary’s screams reached a crescendo, Daddy stopped spanking her and started to gently rub her rose-red asscheeks. The hands that caused so much pain now soothing her tortured skin.

Mary’s breathing was labored and her tears streaked down her face in abundance. But my Daddy seemed to ease all of that with his raspy whisper.

I couldn’t stop feeling sorry for her yet I wondered deep in the darkest part of my mind if Mary hadn’t been stimulated in some way. Daddy had just given the most brutal spanking I had ever seen to Mary and still she purred like a cat as his hands pet her.

When it was over as my Daddy tended to Mary’s sore ass. He reached for some medicated lotion, rubbing her ass and soothing her pain.

I could hear Mary cooing and moaning as Daddy gently massaged her sore ass cheeks.

Whispers of, “Thank you, Daddy” from Mary.

Daddy was kissing and nuzzling her thighs as he knelt and applied the ointment. I was watching and thinking after such a barbaric display of punishment, how could he be so gentle and loving.

Daddy then leaned in and licked her very moist slit. Mary squeaked and made a loud groan. As her hips shifted pushing her steamy pussy back against his mouth.

Daddy stood up, and I watched as he dipped his fingers into her cunt getting her self made moisture, and rubbed it all over his cock.

Leaning in and whispering to Mary, “You are such a good girl, and Daddy is so proud of you,”

Then he positioned his very stiff cock between her ass cheeks. The ass he had just brutalized, my Daddy intended to use for his personal enjoyment.

Daddy pushed forward with his hips, spearing her anal passage. Mary gasped loudly and then sucked in and held her breath. His big cock sliding right into her tight rectum, obviously causing some discomfort.

Growling some, Daddy started squeezing more and more of his large cock into her asshole. Stretching her open to accommodate his size.

Making her squeal some, but never telling him to stop. Slowly her groans grew louder, but they weren’t the groans of pain. Mary was actually struggling to receive my Daddy’s cock.

I could sense that Daddy was beginning to enjoy himself. Looking at the strained look on Mary’s face, she was beginning to feel pretty good too. So I watched more intently as he fucked her tender asshole, trying to learn her techniques.

Along with his shit eating grin and more forceful thrusts, Daddy was grunting and moaning as he picked up the pace. Which let me know that he was enjoying the feelings that Mary’s asshole was giving his cock.

Daddy’s mouth dropped open and I could tell he was close to cumming. His movements became more erratic and he buried his cock into her abused ass. Mary let out a yelp as his hot cum splashed inside her.

Still confused over my own Daddy using my name as he hatefucked the neighbor girl. It was still an incredible turn on for me. It also amazed me how comfortable my Daddy was at causing Mary’s young body pleasure along with severe discomfort as well.

My eyes went wide and my mouth agape the more I watched Daddy fuck and punish Mary. It was paramount to watching the rape of a schoolmate.

But I couldn’t help wondering if Daddy would be so aggressive with me because I think I wanted him to be.

Daddy looked back at me smiling and noticed that his chair was soaking wet from my moisture.

Grunting and smashing his body against Mary’s sore ass, the wet sounds of Daddy’s cock sliding in and out of her tight sphincter was taking its toll on me.

I was so excited and my pussy was so sensitive. Sliding and wiggling my ass against the hardwood, hoping to massage my wet pussy against the seat of the chair.

After what seemed like hours Daddy finally came. I watched as he pulled his cock out of Mary’s tender asshole. When he made a loud growl. Mary just grunted as his warm deposit ran out of her ass and dripped to the concrete floor.

Daddy looked back at me and smiled, and then asked, “Do you like Daddy’s games, little girl?”

I was virtually speechless, not only had I just witnessed the punishment and sodomy of a school friend, who was close to my age, But I had watched my own father as the Punisher.

Shocked and more than a little confused, but mostly turned on. I just shook my head in a yes motion, mumbling, “Yes Daddy”

My body’s reaction to the sexual performance I had just witnessed, showed exactly how aroused I really was.

Just then, Daddy started to release me from the punishment chair, grabbing my wrist and leading me over to a small cot in the nearby corner.

As he helped me lie down, Daddy clipped some wrist and ankle shackles to me. Startling me again.

He quickly silenced my fears by saying, “It’s going to be fine kitten, trust me.”

Daddy finished locking my wrists above my head and he reached up towards the ceiling and pulled down a bar on a chain pulley system. Shackling my ankles to it, keeping my legs spread wide apart.

I felt no discomfort except towards my modesty. I had never been this exposed in front of Daddy before.

He then cranked an old rusty handle and my legs slowly lifted up into the air. I was realizing how incapacitated I was, and remembering it was my own father who put her into this predicament.

Then Daddy walks over to where Mary is restrained, loosening her bonds and setting her free. He whispered into Mary’s ear, and immediately she moved between my legs, hungrily looking down on my needy little cunny.

Daddy snapped his fingers and Mary attacked my super moist pussy like a hungry dog. Her tongue stabbing into it deeper and making me squeal a little.

Mary’s tongue expertly licking and manipulating my labia with her tongue. Sucking my swollen clitoris between her teeth. Making me squirm as my pussy flowered open to her.

Daddy sat off to the side of me smiling triumphantly. Quite proud of the fact that he could direct Mary’s every move.

I could feel my first orgasm approaching and there was nothing I could do about it.

Mary moved her hands underneath my ass cheeks lifting me off the bed. Moving my pussy even closer to her tongue as she slid it in deeper.

Wiggling my hips upwards in an attempt to help her slide deeper and I made a loud groan.

Then my orgasm washed over me like a tropical storm hits the coast. My body trembled violently, and my cunny flooded with sweet nectar.

My Daddy smiled down on me, as Mary started sucking my lips and hole even more ravenously. I even felt her tongue and lips slide down onto my tight little asshole.

Digging and scooping my sweet nectar from my cunny, causing my body to shiver from the inside out.

Mary could certainly eat pussy like an expert and she was talented in serving my father’s every wish.

Daddy just sat in his chair and orchestrated the lesbian ravishment of me and watching her bring me to orgasm after orgasm.

The bed had become soaking wet with my juices and Mary’s saliva. I just reconciled myself to relax and enjoy my sensual torture.

Just then Daddy yelled “STOP”,

Mary leaned up in a kneeling position, leaving my pussy flexing and tingling from my orgasm overdose.

Walking up to Mary he gripped her up by the back of her neck and she stood and hopped off the bed.

No sooner had Mary’s feet touched the floor, she knelt down at his feet. Looking down at the floor and waiting for his next command.

I noticed how much control over Mary, that Daddy had, but she just couldn’t look away from his magnificent 9-inch cock.

Daddy smiled when he saw me lick my lips at the sight of his throbbing appendage. Literally, the cock that had helped make me, had me lusting for it.

Daddy was going to make me beg for his swollen cock. But Mary leaned in and teased the head with her tongue first right in front of me.

I was so on fire for Daddy’s cock that she started squealing, “Please Daddy, please.”

Daddy just smiled again, reaching into his cabinet and pulling out a Hitachi Wand. Waving it at me and then putting it right against my pussy.

Then he reached for a piece of leather and attached the vibe so it wouldn’t move. Turning it on at medium setting, made a tremble shoot through my cunny and traveled up my spine, making me mumble incoherently.

Then he snapped his fingers and Mary engulfed his cock almost completely. Groaning and slobbering as it moved in and out of her throat.

Mary seemed to have become Daddy’s complete servant with just the snap of his fingers.

My cunny was pulsing just watching her serve my Daddy and wishing it was me. The truth be known as sensitive as I was down there, I still wouldn’t have wanted it to stop.

Daddy was running all of it, controlling all Mary’s actions and my orgasms. He was running all of it.

The vibrating wand had my cunny so wet and sensitive that I couldn’t think straight.

Every time Mary swallowed Daddy’s cock I opened my mouth as if he was using me as his cum receptacle.

Daddy looked down on me as I was struggling against the vibrating torment. Smiling, he asked if I’d like to taste him.

All I could do between controlling my body sensations and going completely insane was shake my head yes.

Sliding his cock from inside Mary’s mouth. A line of her saliva clung to her lips and the tip. As he pulled his cock out it snapped back. Daddy stepped closer and I could smell his crotch.

I could smell his unique scent, his manliness and musk mixed. It was so powerful I wanted to smell more of it.

I was frightened yet I knew I wanted this more than I wanted to breathe.

After watching Mary serve Daddy I wanted to please him too. I wanted to give myself, mind, body, and soul to him, and I trusted him to use me as he pleased.

My own Daddy fucking me like a common street whore and using me to drain his balls. Then I felt the heat and tasted his skin, as Daddy’s cock lay across my lips.

The End …

of Pt. 3

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Princess Ava opens the vault as her father arrives with the Paragon’s monsters.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Eight: The Princess’s Resonance

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Rebirth

Ealaín – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

My pussy clenched down on Sven’s cock as his question echoed around me. I shivered and glanced to my left, locking onto my charge. My wife now. Kora writhed in a daisy chain with the others, lying on her side, performing such a delicious act of love as she ate Zanyia’s pussy. The lamia’s tail swished as she devoured Nathalie who had her face buried into Princess Ava who feasted on Greta who lapped at Aingeal, who finished off the chain by pleasuring Kora.

My heart melted at the sight of it. A pang formed in my stomach that cut through the pleasure of my orgasm. Everything was so confusing. I thought I’d done the right thing by convincing my Goddess-mother of where Kora should be. It was best for her heart, but it would hurt her.

I would hurt her.

“I don’t know,” I said, a wave of hopelessness washed through me. What could be done about any of it? Sven’s deal with my mother had such precise stipulations.

How did this happen to me? I shouldn’t be this involved. I was never meant to fall in love with my charge. I was her muse, here to inspire her in the sexual art and her other endeavors, to protect her from the dangers of the world so she could focus on bringing beauty into the world.

“You don’t know?” Sven said, his hands sliding up my body. He found my large breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his cock hard in my cum-filled pussy.

“You made a promise to my mother. You know why I can’t do anything.” I looked over my shoulder at Sven, his blue eyes shot into mine. “You can’t have her adventuring with you. And she’s pregnant now, too. All the more reason that she has to give this up.” Saying these words hurt. I didn’t want to split her up from Sven. I wanted her to be with him, but…

I was wrong. Kora should be with her brother. She loved him. She was his wife now, but…

“You’ll be with her?” he asked, voice low.

“Always,” I breathed, shuddering beneath him. That was true. I would be with Kora for as long as I could be; her living muse.

“At least there’s that,” Sven said, his hands squeezed my breasts. “I… I trust you to protect her for me.”

A wave of joy washed through me. Tears tinged my eyes. I don’t know why, but his faith in me… It touched me. This man had pulled me into the fold of his harem. His sister wanted me to be apart of all of this, so he welcomed me, too.

For her.

I turned my head as he leaned down. I shuddered as he kissed me hard. I felt the strength of his lips on mine. His hands squeezed my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut. Because of me, our family would be split apart soon.

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Princess Ava

I still buzzed from the celebration of our nuptials. If Priest Otmar and his wife hadn’t started urging us out of their temple because they had others who needed to use it, we would have made love for hours more, inspired by Kora and her brother.

Our husband.

I felt like glowing as we stepped out of the temple. The sun was past its zenith and heading towards the day’s end. I stretched my back as a wave of joy washed through me. My back popped for a moment, my dress swaying around my thighs, rustling with my movement. I stared out at the people bustling down the street, mostly Zeutchian humans with blond or brown hair, their skin as pale as mine.

None of them knew we were all Sven’s wives now. That I was pregnant.

A giddy thrill washed through me. Every time I thought about it, that I was pregnant with his child, not my father’s. I was free of my father and his horrible spell. I no longer had my lusts twisted, inflaming my body to lie with him. I didn’t feel a single urge to be with him.

I felt like a different woman. I was reborn inside the temple.

“I know,” Kora said, appearing at my side. She smiled, her face flushed. Her blonde hair, gathered in a pair of braids that fell down her back, smiled at me. Her pink priestly robes clung to her lithe body. She hooked her arm with mine. “We’re both pregnant!”

“Yes!” I beamed at her. “Our children will be born at the same time. They’re going to grow up, so close to each other.”

Kora nodded her head, her free hand sliding down to rub at her stomach. I hoped that her brother’s child grew in her. I knew I had conceived and prayed she had, too. It was such a naughty thing if she had, the proof of their incestuous love. My lust for my father had only one good outcome: I accepted Sven and Kora’s taboo relationship.

I got to revel in it. Enjoy it with her.

I strolled beside her, smiling with joy, my free hand rubbing at my belly. I had Sven’s baby growing inside of me. I was his bride. My joy felt so bright inside of me I was surprised I wasn’t glowing as bright as the sun. It wanted to burst out of me. I wanted everyone to know how happy I was.

The other women walking with us, the other members of the harem, looked just as delighted. Zanyia had an extra zest to her scamper as she scurried at Sven’s side. Greta and Nathalie giggled as they held hands, glancing at each other with such beaming joy. Aingeal’s laughter floated down from above. If I could see her, I knew she would be beaming, her big tits jiggling. Even Ealaín, walking on Sven’s other side in her armor, strode with such purpose.

The sun set before us, peeking through the buildings that lined the streets we strolled down. We moved through the bustle. Sven strolled at the front, moving with that swagger of his. Even he had an extra boldness to his step.

Why not? He just married a harem of women and made us all cum over and over.

I kept smiling at passing women. I couldn’t help myself. I was one of Sven’s women. Not them. It made me feel… special. I was a part of something different. Something amazing. I didn’t know what the future held. We had to destroy the amulet about Kora’s neck and defeat my father.

He needed to be stopped. Peace needed to come to the Strifelands. Two hundred years of fighting wasn’t accomplishing anything. No one had the strength to rule the entire country. The Empire of Zeutch would never be restored. Something else needed to take its place.

A peaceful coexistence of the various princes.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the Temple of Krab. It rose before us, that squat, unassuming building almost ignored by the flow of traffic of people as they visited the more popular temples. Nearby, the priestesses of Slata lounged before their temple, wearing their skimpy robes, enticing men, and women, to visit them, to pay to homage to the Mother Goddess in their arms.

How could Krab compete with that.

Sven led the way into the temple, marching up the few steps up to its porch with boldness. The door lay open, unlike this morning, and he marched through. His boots rang on the steps inside, Ealaín’s armor clinging beside him.

Master Theophil appeared out of an alcove, wiping hands off on the leather apron he wore of his bare chest. The older man, with the brawny build of a blacksmith, glanced at us, nodding his head. His eyes fell on me, considering.

I smiled at him.

“Well?” Theophil grunted.

“It worked,” I declared, lifting my head. “I am creating life inside of me.”

“We’ll see,” Theophil said. “Come.”

I took a deep breath. What would be in there. I shivered beside Kora, feeling the weight of my power upon my shoulders. It was all on me to open the vault, to reveal the way forward. Once we had the amulet destroyed and stopped one problem, then we could turn to deal with my father.

I let out a sigh. What happened to him? Once, while my mother lived, he was a good man. A good parent and husband. But did this icy ambition lurk in him even then? Did that affable smile he used to have hide the mind of a man who could enslave thousands of his own people and force them to puppeteer an army of stone statues? To allow the vile nagas across the mountains to send their raiders. How many slaves didn’t make it to the stocks but stayed in their lands.

Men and women my father was supposed to protect and instead he allowed to be brutalized.

My hand clenched. I had to open the vault. We needed to stop him. So, I had to do this. I had to get us into it.

Journeyman Carsina appeared, the Valyan woman’s bluish cheeks smudged with black grease. Her red hair fell in messy curls about her face while her leather work grab creaked with her steps. She flicked her eyes over us, a naughty gleam in them.

“Sven’s still alive,” she said, “and yet you all looked thoroughly pleasured.”

“He’s a master at it,” Zanyia said.

“I’m just surprised he’s still alive with all of you,” she said, glancing at my husband, a gleam dancing in her ruby eyes.

“Not for a lack of trying on our part,” Aingeal said, her voice a sultry purr.

Master Theophil grunted as he headed down the stairs to the basement. To the vault.

“I’m blessed by Slata,” Sven said, a note of pride in his voice.

“Yep, he once made a priestess of Slata cum so hard with his cunnilingus skill, she blessed him with the stamina to please all of us,” Kora said, such pride in her voice. “And you know how much whores those priestesses are.”

“Oh, yes,” nodded Carsina. “I prefer worshiping in their arms more than Saphique’s.”

I blinked at that. Most women who used temple prostitutes went with Saphique. Her lesbian priestesses knew how to please women better than any. Even Kora, trained in the sexual arts, didn’t know all the secrets of Saphique.

“Saphique doesn’t create,” I said as it hit me a moment later. “That’s why.”

“That’s why,” nodded Carsina. “She’s denying the purpose of her body and convincing whole swaths of women not to enjoy motherhood. It’s the ultimate act of creation, and a portion of womanhood denied them. Even if they don’t like men, it’s a shame that they miss out on the purpose of their womb.”

“Women are more than their wombs,” Kora said even as she rubbed her bred belly.

“Definitely,” Carsina said, her voice echoing down the tunnel leading to the vault. “Just like a man is more than his cock spurting his seed, but that doesn’t change what his dick was created to do.”

“I thought it was created to make women cum,” Sven said, throwing a roguish grin over his shoulder.

I giggled. “Yours is good at that.”

Carsina licked her lips.

Theophil stopped by the at vault and glanced at us. “Do you want to just fuck him now, Carsina, or can we open the vault first?”

“Oh, I can wait,” Carsina said, a bright smile on her lips.

“Hey, he’s a newly married man!” exclaimed Aingeal. She grabbed Sven’s arm, pressing her naked tit to him. “Luben married us, and we all have to be faithful and honor each other. His dick is only ours.”

I frowned at Aingeal, her pink butterfly wings twitching behind her.

Sven arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t swear to be faithful thrice.”

Mock anger flared across Aingeal’s face. “I swore to Luben, the most stuffiest and boring of gods, to only love my husband and wives. So, I can’t let you enjoy any other pussy but ours.”

“Oh,” Carsina said, her head lowering.

“Don’t mind Mistress Aingeal,” Zanyia said. “If you want to be Master’s sex slave, it’s okay. We’ll let you join. He doesn’t get a choice about sex slaves, and you’d make such a beautiful one with that skin.”

Carsina blinked. “Sex… slave?”

“You don’t want to be his sex slave?” Zanyia asked, her voice flat. “Because it’s the—”

Master Theophil let out a barking throat clear that echoed down the hallway. “The vault, or did you want to just fuck him right here, right now while the rest of us waste our work time having to listen.”

Carsina cheeks blushed darker. “Sorry, Master.”

“See, you already know what to call him,” Zanyia grinned.

“Enough,” Sven said, his words flat. He placed his hand on Zanyia’s head, scratching her between her ears. “Ava… Let’s get this over with.”

I drew a deep breath and approached the silvery, shimmering brilliance of the vault. I shuddered at the metallic diamond door. My hand shuddered as I touched it, feeling the slick surface. My soul quivered as I felt the mechanics inside begging for me to control them. I slipped into puppet the controls and unlock the vault.

Unlike last time, something quivered in my womb and the machinery responded. The mechanism didn’t rebuff me this time. I slipped my control into it with ease. I turned it, my fertilized egg acting as a strange, metaphysical key that fit perfectly into the vault’s lock. A loud, shuddering snap rang. The vault door rang like a bell.

“Krab’s mighty hammer,” breathed Carsina.

Theophil grunted, but something sounded… eager. Not even he knew what was truly in here. He must have run this temple for decades wishing to get through it, waiting for the imbuer to arrive and open it. Why had Krab built this vault? Why had he set it up where only a female imbuer could open this.

The door creaked open.

Carsina gasped.

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Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Newest report from the front are not… inspiring, your Highness,” Gunther said as he stood before me, his back straight. The bluff-faced man, his blond hair cut short, stared at me without flinching. “The forces of Prince Reinhold caught our men out of position fording a river. The rear guard was cut off and are pressed against the banks. We’re going to lose a third of our army.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, staring up at him, my hands folded before me. “We are about to gain new allies. The storm will break.”

“Of course, your Highness,” he said, his voice flat. “Even if you restore the Lodestone, your Highness, reports are that Prince Reinhold destroyed every statue. It would take us years for artisans to replace that many.”

“We have another source of power,” I answered, my stomach clenching. The Paragon’s hideous followers were almost to Az. I glanced out my study’s window. The sun sank towards the horizon. It wouldn’t be much longer before—

A touch quivered my soul. My proxy needed me.

“That will be all, Gunther,” I said.

The man blinked, his fingers flexing. I could see the objection forming on his lips. But then he bowed. “Of course, your Highness. I will deliver the rest of my report… at your convenience.”

The moment Gunther withdrew, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and imbued my statue.

My soul flowed out of me and poured into my metallic body. My eyes opened. I stared up at the darkening sky, oranges and reds above my head. I sat up in the wagon and heard screams echoing around me. Men and women shouting and crying out in panic. I looked around to see people racing off the road, fleeing before the monstrosities of the Paragon, the foul creations of the Biomancer Vebrin, charging down the road.

The Colony pulled the wagon down the road at breakneck speed. The wheels bounced and a sickening crunch echoed from below. In our wake, a broken body lay sprawled on the ground, crushed by the wheels.

The Hunger hissed in delight, the centipede-like horror peered out of the back of the wagon, curled about itself. I glanced around and saw Az looming before us, the sun setting behind the city. Before the gates, the city guard formed up in their armor, readying to defend the city—my city—from the monsters with me.

A pit opened in my stomach as we hurtled towards the growing squad of soldiers. My own people.

I flexed my steel hand. I needed the Paragon’s help. These men would die tomorrow defending Az from Prince Reinhold’s army, or they could die today ensuring Kivoneth’s survival.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Princess Resonates

Sven Falk

The vault opened on creaking hinges. Both Theophil and Carsina stared in awe at the dark room. My own stomach swelled in knots. This was it. It wouldn’t be long before we had the location of the Altar of Souls and…

I glanced at Kora. She held the ruby that held Vebrin’s foul soul. A look of such hope crossed my sister’s face. She gazed upon salvation, freedom from the burden about her neck. She didn’t know what the cost would be.

Lights flickered to life inside. Crystals set into the ceiling shone a radiance on him. Ava, with a hesitant step, entered the vault. I followed her, Zanyia heeling me, Ealaín right behind us. I frowned as I entered, looking around the room at…

Suits of armor. Exotic armor. Armor made out of strange designs. Plate armor that looked made of rubies and sapphires, the way that the vault door looked made of diamond-impregnated steel. Another had a gleam of yellow, like the helidors imbued in its steel had the sun’s glow trapped in them. There was a harness of leather straps and another suit of armor made of black leather that…

I shook my head, the black of the leather so dark it almost swallowed the light, becoming almost a negative space that almost arrested my gaze. I could just stare at it.

Carsina gasped nearby while the rest entered the room. Greta let out a squeak and Nathalie groaned. Ealaín’s armor clinked as she drifted towards the glowing suit, admiring it with her gaze. I wanted to keep looking at the black leather but… but…

“Where’s the map?” I asked.

“Not a map, the key,” growled Theophil. Then he let out a harrumphing grump. “You don’t need me for this.”

I caught his gaze, his muscular arms folded before him. “What?”

“Carsina can explain it.” A smile crossed his lips. “Unless you want me to enjoy your women.”

I frowned at that, but he strode out of the vault. Whatever excitement he felt was gone. Vanished.

“What did that mean?” Aingeal asked.

“These are Powered Armor,” Carsina said in awe. “They’re forged by Krab himself. These are what he created for the gods to wear and they’re… here. I’ve dreamed of seeing them before. It is the highest goal of the Esoteric Crafts, a skill no mortal has ever mastered.”

“Why would Theophil think I’d want him to enjoy my women?” I asked, trying not to stare at the black armor.

“Because it requires the Blessing of Surrender to bond the armor with the wearer,” Carsina said. “I’d have to have sex with any who would don them. Well, any priest or priestess would. So if you want him enjoying your women. Or you.”

I gave her a hard look.

“These are so… interesting, Master,” Zanyia said. She crouched before the harness, her ears twitching with such excitement.

“They are, Master,” Nathalie said. My eighteen-year-old sex slave stood before the ruby suit of armor, her hand reaching out to touch the deep-crimson surface. She traced the stylized pattern of flames worked into the armor.

“Yes,” I said, moving closer to the leather armor. It did swallow the light. It was darker than everything around it. I stood before it, looking at the dimensions of it, my critical eye studying it. I hadn’t worn leather armor since training in the Fencing College of Az, but… “It’s a good thing you’re sexy, Carsina.”

“I am?” she said, moving up alongside me. She pushed up her glasses on her nose. “And why is that?”

My dick swelling hard, I said, “Because I need—”

“This is it!” Ava said, standing over a hammer made of diamond. Scintillating light reflected off of it. “This is what I need.”

She grabbed it.

The brilliance inside the hammer flared to life. I flinched before it as the air hummed and vibrated. I felt something shift around us, like the foundations of reality had changed ever so slightly for me. Ava groaned from the light as it flooded through the room.

It grew brighter and brighter. I raised my arm to ward my eyes. The light surged with such intensity. It shone through my skin, my bones dark lines around cherry-red flesh. I flinched away, closing my eyes. But it shone through my skull. It radiated through my mind.

“This is it!” Ava cried out as the room quaked.

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Prince Meinard

Soldiers died.

Blood sprayed through the air as the monstrous horrors of Vebrin surged into Az’s militia. I strolled in the wake, making myself cold, beating down any queasiness. I had strode through battlefields before in this very body. I witnessed men hacked down to fall in expanding puddles of crimson, twitching and moaning as their life poured out of them.

But this…

The Hunger slithered into a squad of men. The segmented body dripped tar that coated the ground in its wake. Its mandibles ripped through steel plate and into the flesh of Az’s defenders with ease. Men screamed as it ripped off legs. It scuttled through their midst as they hacked at it with ineffective strokes of swords or thrust with spears, points skittering off the chitinous thing.

It wrapped around one man, pouring its oily tar across shining armor. The man screamed as the Hunger’s mandibles pierced into his skull. I clenched my iron fist and made myself colder than winter. Colder than death. These men had to die for Kivoneth to survive.

Flames burst around the Hunger. It became a blazing, undulating bonfire. The fire raced down its oily trail, burning around the feet of the squad. Men fell to the ground, the tar coating their armor blazing. Smoke rose out of joints of their armor as they cooked alive inside.

I was grateful I couldn’t smell.

Masonry crashed to the ground to my left. Men screamed as a building collapsed onto them, burying another group of soldiers in heavy stone. A cloud of dust burst from it, rolling across the ground. The Formless oozed out of the rubble, the beige, viscous thing moving along by thrusting out flowing appendages to seize the ground and pull it, moving towards more carnage.

The Colony dissolved into a cloud of brown, buzzing insects, sweeping into another group of Soldiers. They screamed. One guardsman burst out of the roil, his face covered in swelling bites dotting his face. He collapsed after two steps, gurgling, foam frothing at his mouth.

I shook my head. Why did they need me? Why hadn’t they gone after Sven and his women before? Why did they bother using the naga to retrieve the amulet when they could do this? A hundred soldiers already dead and more dying in moments. The Hunter ripped through more soldiers, the emaciated, bear-like thing drenched in viscera.

Why did they need me here at all?

They could depopulate a city on their own and—

Chords of music filled the air. Zithers and lyres, mandolins and flutes. Voices sang as the bards from the College of Az appeared, a motley group of men and women playing their instruments, forming a concert of reverberating power. Their harmony assaulted the monsters.

The Formless contracted in on itself. The buzzing insects of the Colony fell out of the air to quiver on the ground around the groaning, spasming, dying men stung over and over by their venomous bite. The flames wreathing the Hunger snuffed out while the Hunter bellowed and thrashed.

The bards music filled the town while the fencers flowed in around them, the deadliest fighters.

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Ava

My womb quivered as the hammer blazed with light. I shuddered, feeling my soul bond with the arcane device. Such joy burst inside of me as I felt the power sweeping through the diamond. It stored this energy in its matrix, awaiting my arrival.

Power flowed through the room. It resonated with the armor. As the light faded so I could see again, I witnessed my family standing before them. Greta swayed in front of the sapphire-impregnated plate, one hand touching the banded skirt, the segments shaped like undulating waves. Ealaín shook her head before the suit that glowed with its own warmth. My husband stood strong beside the umbral leather.

“These armor were placed here for us,” I said in realization, my eyes sweeping around the room. I could feel each and every suit of armor through the hammer. Felt them quivering, waiting to be donned by those I love.

“What?” Carsina asked as she rose from the ground. She pushed up her glasses. “What do you mean by that, your Highness? These were forged by Krab. They are for gods, or at least demigods.”

“No, they were put here for us.” I focused on her. “You said it yourself, this vault awaited my arrival. I’m the imbuer to open it. Look at them. They all drifted to the suit of armor that was meant for them.”

“It calls to me,” Ealaín whispered, her hands reaching for the buckles of her mundane armor.

“Then I guess we should get started,” Carsina said, her hands reaching for the ties of her leather jerkin. “Sven, you can go first. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“It’s not necessary,” I said in realization. “The armor has already surrendered to them and merely awaits their donning.”

“That’s not possible,” Carsina said. “The armors need the ritual to attune them.”

“Well, it is possible because they’ve all had sex with me.” I held up the hammer, feeling the armor through them. “Don yours, Sven.”

He touched his dark suit.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Biomancer’s Creations

Prince Meinard

The Hunter thrashed as duelist surged around him. Acrobats flowed in too, men and women trained by the College of Az to gain complete mastery over the movements of their bodies, bending and swaying them in ways impossible for others. It gave them such dexterous precision with the knives they threw. Blades glanced off the thrashing Hunger’s chitinous hide.

The bards music grew louder, the monsters quivering. Duelist and fencers, holding their rapiers and epees, their narrow swords gleaming in the dying sun, swarmed at the thrashing Hunter. It snarled, clawed paws covering ears as it collapsed on its back. The Bards of Az knew how to use music to bewilder, enchant, daze, stupefy, or lull into peace. They were taught the perfection of music, how to turn it into a true magic.

They would kill the Paragon’s followers. He would lose his chance for allies. His armies would retreat back. He would be lucky to hold onto his original princedom, let alone the half-dozen he conquered over the last five years.

“No!” I snarled and charged at the bards. I had to kill them. “You won’t—”

A complex melody arouse out of the cacophony. The sound resonated with my metallic body. A quartet of bards stared at me, a windy-haired sylph leading them, her fingers dancing on the flute she held to her lips, her eyes hard on me.

My metallic body shook with the music. It vibrated my soul controlling my proxy. I growled, stumbling to my knees. My body grew stiffer, harder to move. It resisted me as the music reached my soul, quivering me and—

My conscious was thrown out of my proxy.

I screamed out in the wordless void between bodies. I hung there, reaching for my proxy, fighting the music hurtling me back to my body and… The music vanished. I was in the void. I was beyond the mortal world. Their song didn’t wrap around my soul, didn’t chain it with precise musical notes, pitched to perfection.

I struggled, still reaching out to my metal body and…

I could touch it. It still vibrated from the song, the buzzing keeping my soul from inhabiting it right now. But that didn’t stop me from grabbing the limbs. From making it rise again. If I had flesh, I’d furrow my brow in shock.

I was… puppeteering it. I was controlling it without inhabiting it. I could see it standing in a shadowy world, witness the fencers attacking the monsters. Helpless, they would finish off my allies. I couldn’t let that happen.

I marched my proxy forward. I controlled its every step. I couldn’t see through its eyes. I couldn’t move it with skill, but it still responded. It still gripped its iron sword, ready to swing it, to cut down my enemies.

To kill the bards.

No sound reached me as my sword scythed through the air. The bards died, hacked down by my brutal strikes. From all directions, the fencers came. They stabbed and swung their blades, They struck my solid, iron puppet. Their attacks rebounded leaving only small nicks and mars. A sword snapped against my proxy.

I swept the proxy’s blade before it, killing more as I controlled the puppet towards the bards. If I could smile, I would. I was untouchable. Their musical magic couldn’t harm me. I was beyond them. I charged at another group. They scattered, their music faltering, their symphony ended. The iron puppet crushed any defenders in my proxy’s path.

The resonating stopped attacking my body. I flowed into it once more.

Sounds burst into my ears. Men groaned and screamed around me. The bards fled, leaving behind their dead or dying companions. Broken instruments lay in spreading pools of blood. Now my smile came. They thought to stop me.

I was their prince. I ruled this city. They sought to defy me!

I cut down an acrobat, his body collapsing into two pieces of meat. I opened my mouth to shout and gather the monsters around me when the light burst up into the sky.

I gaped at the brilliance as it shone, a beam blazing into the darkening sky. It drove back impending night for a moment as the ground shook. I shifted my body as buildings quivered around me. Then the beam of light snuffed out like it never existed.

An owl hooted.

“They’re at the temple,” buzzed the Colony as it loped past, once again in the strange shape of the spindly hound. “We must hurry. They can unmake it!”

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Sven Falk

I ripped off my leather jerkin. I had to don the armor. With Ava holding the hammer, I could feel it beckoning me. It was mine, made for me by a god a thousand or more years ago. I shook my head at that thought.

I grabbed the cuirass, touching the light-drinking leather. I felt it quiver beneath my touch and whisper a name. I repeated it, “Frozenshadows.”

Carsina gasped. “Are these the lost armors?” Her head cast around as I pulled the boiled cuirass over my head, the stiff leather sliding over my torso like a shirt open at the sides. “Yes, yes, that must be Silence and Sunburst. Rubyforged and Tidewalker. Why are they here? Why did my god make them?”

“I don’t know,” I said as I found the buckles of the cuirass. They were on both sides near my hip. I pulled them tight, the armor fitting around my chest, back, and shoulders with such perfection. It fit the shape of my torso and the contours of my muscles.

Nathalie, naked, pulled on the half-breastplate of her armor. It cupped her small breasts, lifting them into a nice bit of cleavage. The red metal hugged about her torso with the fit only found in tailored cloth. It left her lower stomach bare. Her fingers buckled the straps with a skill that she shouldn’t possess. The girl had never worn armor in her life, but she looked so comfortable in it.

“Wow, Greta,” Ava said. “You look delicious in Tidewalker.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” the busty blonde said as she adjusted the banded skirt of wave-like metal that hugged her upper thighs, descending from her waist. The half-breastplate cupped her breasts into a generous cleavage and also left her belly bare.

“You should see Zanyia,” Kora said. “Hers hardly covers anything.”

“I know,” my lamia said as she wore the leather harness. It was just bands of narrow leather that wrapped about her body, one strip across her breasts, just hiding her nipples. “It even fits around my tail and—” She thrust her arms forward. From the bands of leather wrapped around her wrists came a pair of triangular punching blades that filled her hands.

“What are those?” Kora asked.

“Katars,” I said, buckling on the leather greaves over my boots and black trousers. “They like them to the east in the naga lands.”

“Yes,” Zanyia said, rising up on her two legs to stand like the rest of us. She thrust her hands forward. I didn’t hear a sound. Not a rush of air, not her bare feet shifting on the ground, not even the grunt of exertion.

Zanyia’s ears twitched. Her mouth moved, but I didn’t hear a word. Then she cocked her head to the side and blinked her golden, cat-slitted eyes. “Oh, wow, Master, it can make me silent. Ooh, no one will hear me coming now.”

I nodded, buckling the last strap and… I felt the armor around me. It became an awareness in the back of my mind, something I could… control. Suddenly, my hands and arms became shadows. My entire body blurred and fuzzed and faded away.

“Sven!” Aingeal gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s an impressive illusion.”

“That’s not an illusion,” Zanyia said. “It’s like shadowmancing. I saw them rush at Master.”

I grinned as I held out my hand. Shadows rippled down my blurry, almost hidden arm and formed into a long, narrow blade.

I held a rapier of shadows in my hand.

“This armor…” Ealaín glowed, her yellow armor pulsing with light. Like Greta and Nathalie’s, it was a half-breastplate, cut low to show off her midnight-black tits, her dark flesh at odds with her radiance. A skirt of mail fell down past her rump and glowing greaves adorned her lower legs.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, my eyes flicking to all four of my women in their armor.

“I guess none for us,” Kora said, glancing at Ava and Aingeal.

“Well, we have our magics, don’t we?” Aingeal said, her wings fluttering. “Besides, I’m already so fantastic, I don’t need armor to make myself special.”

I smiled at Aingeal while Zanyia scampered around behind her, leaping and bounding about without making a sound.

Ava, however, trembled. She held up the hammer then turned in a slow circle until she pointed the diamond hammer at the wall. “There.”

“What?” I asked.

“It’s to the east by the Despeir Mountains,” Ava answered. “Where we can destroy the phylactery.”

“The Altar of Souls?” I asked, my heart clenching.

She nodded her head.

From above, a loud crash resounded. A rumble shuddered through the building.

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Prince Meinard

Blood and gore dripped off my iron body. The streets of Az bled. The Paragon’s monsters attacked more than the soldiers and bards, they killed any who stood in our way or blundered into our progress. Men, women, even children lay broken in our wake, their lives dripping from all our forms.

The price was worth it. Had to be worth it. My people had sacrificed so much to see me ruling all of Zeutch. All of the world. I had enslaved so many, killed more in my conquests. What were a few more pittance in compared to that. If I didn’t press on, if I didn’t pay the price, it would mean all those died for nothing.

My ambition needed fulfilling.

We reached the temple. It was so unassuming. Nothing about it proclaimed it was the heart of Krab’s power in Az. That this was a place dedicated to any god, let alone one as important and powerful as Krab. My own divine ancestor.

The Hunter snarled and charged forward. Shadows dripped off of its emaciated body. It set its shoulders, the bear-like thing passing by the square pillars holding up the roof of the temple’s porch. Its claws scratched on marble. It crashed into the door.

With a loud boom, it burst through it. I charged after, the Hunger scuttling beside me. Behind us, the Colony chittered and buzzed with excitement. In moments, I leaped over the rubble of the door and entered Krab’s temple.

An old man stood waiting for us. He wore leather pants, scarred and burned, stained by hours upon hours of labor. Despite his age, the man’s body was all hard muscle, sinew cording across his powerful build. He wore gauntlets made of clear crystal, of diamonds, that sparkled with a fiery brilliance. They flexed into fists as he faced us.

The Hunter dove forward, half-concealed by shadows, rushing at the old man.

He punched hard, not caught off-guard by the blurring attack. His gauntlet struck the Hunter in the snarling muzzle. Ice burst from the diamonds. They spilled over the Hunter’s bestial face. The force of the blow threw the monster down. It crashed to the ground, rolling, spasming, jaw frozen shut.

“This is Krab’s temple,” the old man said, his words simple. “Vebrin’s creations do not belong here. Leave, your Highness.”

I marched forward as the Hunger slithered forward, dripping its foul tar.

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Sven Falk

“Is the temple under attack?” I asked, whirling around.

Kora grasped her pendant as she turned. The light caught it, the ruby flaring with scarlet brilliance for a moment as she looked up above us. Something walked across the ceiling, something heavy. A metallic thud echoed.

“Let’s go!” I snarled and charged out of the vault, shadows flowing around me.

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Prince Meinard

The old man’s diamond-clad fists battered the Hunter to the ground. The writhing things undulated its body, breaking the sheets of ice forming across its chitin and spindly legs. Its tar grew hard, freezing on its body as the old man attacked with the steady rhythm of a blacksmith hammering at the forge.

I rushed in, raising my sword high.

The old man thrust a hand at me, fingers splayed wide. A blast of arctic fury surged out of him and struck me in the chest. The cold assaulted my iron body. It grew stiff, brittle as the chill spread through me. My attack faltered as I fought to keep my balance. Frost spread over my iron flesh, reaching to encase me.

The old man shook his head then drew back his fist. The Hunger quivered on the ground. The Colony edged to the right, looking almost… fearful. Cold air swirled around the old man, a winter fury ready to be unleashed.

“Gods dammit!” I snarled, struggling to move my body. The frost immobilized me now, gripping all my joints, making me into a statute. “Las’s putrid cum.”

The old man’s fist crashed into the Hunter’s head. Chitin cracked. The thing’s body spasmed. The old man raised his fist again.

The Formless dropped from the ceiling.

The oozing thing engulfed the old man in moments. Through the viscous monster flesh, I could see the old man thrashing, his body moving slow as… As the Formless devoured him.

Footsteps echoed from my right. I wrenched my half-frozen head around. The frost slowed its spread, melting away. Brittle cracks echoed as I wrenched my joints into motion, turning to face the charging footsteps.

Sven appeared in the doorway, wielding a rapier made of darkness.

The coldness melted inside of me. A great, bubbling anger surged through me as I stared at the man who stole my daughter. She was mine. I had her love, her passion. She would have borne my heir if it wasn’t for this Las-damned bastard before me.

“You!” I snarled and charged.

To be continued…

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The sequel to Part 1 that introduced a divorcee and the start of her sexual journey.

CHAPTER 11

Nearly six months had passed since the day the escaped prisoner had arrived and in one day altered Becky’s sex drive and her life. She had spent several nights with Amy and with Rita as they had explored the wonders of lesbian sex. For Becky, it was a highly enjoyable outlet, but she also realized she was not totally committed to the lesbian lifestyle. She still thought and fantasized about getting fucked by a hard, male cock.

One of her oldest friends was Sally, whose husband, like Becky’s ex, had been successful in real estate. She was a few years older than Becky and while they were busy raising their kids, they hadn’t socialized much. Becky decided to call Sally, a licensed counselor, to meet for lunch.

During their conversation, Sally got the impression that Becky was expanding her horizons after her divorce. Becky didn’t go into detail, but Sally suggested that perhaps some formal counseling sessions might be in order.

“Look, I don’t think you have any serious issues,” Sally said as they wrapped up the conversation. “I realize we’re friends but if we can treat this as a client-patient relationship, I hope you’ll feel that you can just open up and talk about your feelings. Sometimes the best therapy is just hearing yourself express your thoughts out loud.”

Becky started seeing Sally on a weekly basis. Through Sally’s savvy questioning and Becky’s desire to have someone to talk with – she considered Sally more a friend than a professional counselor – Becky talked about her experiences with Amy and Rita. She left out the part of the escaped convict. But as she discussed her explorations of her lesbian side, she also made it clear that she missed being with a man. She didn’t really like the idea of getting back in the “dating world” and the more she thought about her situation, the more uncertain she was how to proceed with her social life.

Because of their friendship, Sally wasn’t reticent to come up with a plan that could help Becky while also having some extra benefits. After the most-recent session, Sally mentioned that they hadn’t seen each other outside of their professional relationship. They decided to meet the next morning for coffee.

Sally mentioned that she thought Becky, either because of the counseling or just her own fortitude, was looking like a beautiful, confident woman. She had just celebrated her 40th birthday – an occasion which she basically ignored as just another day on the calendar – and Sally told her that she believed Becky was primed to “blossom.”

To that end, Sally had a plan to help her friend and client.

“If you don’t have any plans Saturday night, why don’t you come over to the house for drinks,” Sally said, trying to keep it innocent and low key. “We’re good friends with this couple, Steve and Jennifer. They’re both about our age and lots of fun, great conversationalists. Brian and I always enjoy getting together with them. Why don’t you join us?”

“I, well, it sounds nice but … won’t I kinda be like a fifth wheel?”

“Nonsense. What, do you think it’s something where you have to be paired up?”

Becky didn’t notice the twinkle in her friend’s eyes and Sally felt a familiar sexual tingle when her friend agreed to attend.

When Saturday afternoon arrived, Becky couldn’t decide why she felt nervous. It was almost like she was going on a date. After debating what to wear, she selected a simple red dress with a black belt.

And when she arrived, she immediately felt overdressed. Sally was wearing jeans and print blouse.

“Shit, I should have called and asked what the dress was,” Becky said with a frown.

“Don’t be silly. You look great.”

Sally’s husband Brian soon walked up and gave Becky a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “It’s been too long,” he said. “You look fantastic. We’re really glad you could make it.”

Becky followed them into the den where she met Steve and Jennifer. Like Brian, Steve was wearing a polo and jeans. Jennifer was wearing a short black skirt and a dark gray blouse. Her long, sleek legs were crossed as she sat on the couch.

Just then, Becky was a bit surprised to see another couple walk in from the kitchen.

“Ah, this is Brian’s brother Eric and his girlfriend,” Sally explained. “Eric just got out of the Marines after 15 years and has started a private security company. They just got into town last night for a surprise weekend visit.”

Eric was a few years younger than Brian. He was wearing a tight crew-neck t-shirt that emphasized his rock-hard physique and his muscular arms. He had steel-blue eyes and a military buzz cut.

“Nice to meet you Becky,” he said. “This is Lilly.”

She appeared to be in her late 20s. Becky immediately thought that she looked like a young Diane Lane, the actress. She was wearing jean shorts and a blouse that was tied at the bottom to reveal a tight and toned midriff. Becky made a mental note that if Eric was in such great shape, he’d likely not be dating a girl who wasn’t also a fitness buff.

As these types of gatherings often do, it moved into the kitchen where the men stood around drinking and talking while the women drank and talked while sitting at the table. The conversation flowed and so did the wine and beer. There were snacks and sandwiches to munch on and the words and laughter made for enjoyment for all seven participants.

Around 10 p.m. Becky was feeling a pleasant buzz from two – or was it three? – glasses of wine. Brian and Sally were excellent hosts and made sure everyone was well-served. Becky as sitting at the table with Eric and Lilly, who explained that she was a personal trainer. Eric’s stories of his time with the Marines were fascinating and Becky enjoyed his sense of humor.

“Well, I wonder where the others have gotten off to,” he said as he finished one of his tales. “Let’s go see if we can find out.”

He extended his hands to each woman and they walked toward the living room.

CHAPTER 12

Becky thought she could hear some muffled – voices? moans? – but when Eric led them into the room, she let out a soft gasp.

On the couch, Brian and Jennifer were making out, their lips locked in a deep soul kiss with their arms wrapped around each other. On the recliner, Sally was sitting on Steve’s lap. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and his hands were fondling her breasts through her lacy bra.

“Sally … what the hell? What are you guys …?”

“Becky, sweetheart, what we are … we’re swingers. Steve and Jen are two of our best – BEST – friends. And we’ve got other couples we hang out with. It’s my opinion that you are more than ready to try this lifestyle.”

Eric slipped his strong arm around Becky’s waist and pulled her close. “We do it, too,” he whispered in her ear. “Last night, the four of us – Sally, Brian, Lilly and me – we had quite a wild time.”

Becky’s brain started whirring with the idea of the two brothers swapping the two women in their lives. And thought of the petite Sally together with Eric’s ripped body painted quite the erotic picture.

Lilly was on Becky’s opposite side and she reached for the zipper of her dress and started sliding it down her back. As the skin was exposed, Lilly covered it with light kisses.

“I’ve been thinking of this sexy body all night long,” she cooed.

“Hey, you too, slow down,” Sally said, untangling herself from Steve and getting up. “We need to move this into the den.”

The two couples led the way with Becky, Eric and Lilly following. The den was down the hall from the living room. The furniture had been pushed back to the walls and the floor was covered with a couple of small mattresses and dozens of large pillows. Becky also noticed that there were three padded benches arranged around the floor.

Sally and Jennifer each stripped down to their bras and panties and led their two mates toward the center of the room where they laid down. Becky remained standing with Eric and Lilly by her side.

“Mmmmmm, time to finish,” Lilly purred as she unzipped Becky’s dress all the way to just above her ass. Eric unbuckled the waist belt and tossed it aside. Lilly’s hands pushed it off her shoulders and then helped ease it over her hips, so it pooled at Becky’s feet.

She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, lavender trimmed in black, with black thigh highs. In a word, hot. In another word, sexy.

Brian and Steve’s hard cocks were out and were being stroked by Jennifer and Sally. Seeing Becky standing there in her lingerie caused their dicks to jerk and their eyes to narrow in appreciation.

“Damn, Becky,” Brian said. “You’re smokin’ hot.”

Lilly moved around to face Becky while Eric moved behind Becky, his strong hands moving over her hips and sides.

“Your turn. Undress me, please.”

Becky briefly closed her eyes as she felt her insides churning, her heart pounding. She then reached for the knot holding the blouse together and undid it; Lilly was braless. Becky’s hands moved inside the collar and pushed the garment over her shoulders. It slipped down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were full and natural and firm. They sat high on her chest and their upturned tips were topped by gum drop nipples. Becky felt a shiver of desire race through her nervous system.

Lilly unsnapped her shorts and shoved them down, stepping out of them. She was wearing boy shorts panties, their thin straight strip accentuating her tight abdomen and ass cheeks.

Eric had slipped off his shirts and jeans, his erect cock was tenting his boxers. He moved behind Becky and his strong hands grasped her hips and then moved around to her stomach and up to cup her bra-encased breasts.

Again, he was whispering in her ear. “Since you’re single tonight, is it OK if Lilly and I help make sure you don’t get lonely?” She couldn’t see, but she could almost hear the smile in his voice as his hands expertly fondled her mounds.

Lilly watched Eric’s hands on Becky’s breasts and smiled. She grabbed Becky’s hands and pulled them to her tits. “I saw how you looked at ‘em,” she said. “They’re all yours.” And then she leaned forward to kiss Becky’s cheek before moving her sensual lips to Becky’s mouth.

With her hands fondling Lilly’s wonderful breasts and the kissing starting to increase in intensity, Becky moaned with pleasure. Lilly’s right hand moved down to Becky’s panty covered mound and started to rub lightly. The gusset of the garment was moist. Lilly pulled away and looked Becky in the eyes.

“Mmmmmm, sweetie, we are gonna have so much fun.”

The other two couples were fully engaged as well. Clothes had been discarded and each couple was 69ing. Jennifer and Sally now had the best and only view of the threesome and they occasionally paused their cock sucking to assess the progress. Seeing Becky being handled by Eric and Lilly caused the two women to grind their crotches hard against their male’s mouths and groan with pleasure.

Eric unsnapped Becky’s bra and Lilly pulled it down and off. They both started to fondle Becky’s naked breasts, flicking nipples and molding the fleshy peaks. Becky could feel Eric’s hard cock pushing against her ass and she pushed back.

Lilly knelt and her thumbs hooked the sides of Becky’s panties, pulled them down over her hips and to her feet where she stepped out of them. Lilly then took Becky’s hands and pulled her down to the cushions.

Eric stood above the two women. He pushed his boxers down over his tree-trunk thighs and his erect cock bounced after the elastic waist band was pulled free. It was a solid and thick nine-incher and curved upward like a scimitar. It was a cock that matched its owner’s physique.

It was also uncircumcised. Becky had never encountered one and Lilly seemed to read her mind as they knelt next to each other and appraised Eric’s manhood.

“You ever had an uncut prick,” Lilly whispered, leaning close to Becky’s ear. “Playing with the foreskin can be a lotta fun.”

To demonstrate, she fisted Eric’s cock and slid her hand down, revealing his purple cock head. A pearl of precum indicated his arousal.

There were loud groans and squeals of satisfaction from nearby as the two couples completed their orgasmic journeys. Two cocks emptied their seed in two willing mouths and two pussies pulsed as Jennifer and Sally ground out their passions on their partners’ faces.

Both women rolled off and the two men turned their heads to see what else was happening. Soon all four gathered around to watch the threesome and to let that erotic scene restoke their passions.

With her hand around the base of Eric’s cock, Lilly pointed it toward Becky and her free hand went behind her neck, pushing her toward the erection.

Becky needed little encouragement. Her desire was rising steadily, and her breasts rose and fell with her fast breathing. She extended her tongue and lapped around the tip of Eric’s cock, gathering the dollop of salty precum. His rod jerked and she heard him groan.

While Becky started her oral explorations, Lilly slipped her panties down and off. She moved behind Becky, reaching her hands around to cup her breasts as her mouth kissed, licked and nuzzled Becky’s shoulder, neck and ears. Her soft lips elicited moans from Becky and those vibrations around Eric’s cock head provided pleasurable sensations.

The other two couples, returning to their “regular” unions, cuddled together, propped against cushions. Breasts and cocks were being fondled in languid manners as they watched the sex show. Becky was enthusiastically sucking Eric’s cock, her head bobbing back and forth, her mouth and tongue making slurping sounds.

“Oh, guys, this is gonna be such a fun night,” Sally said as she sat between her three friends. “Becky looks like she’s gonna be a great addition to our group.”

“You bitch,” Jennifer laughed. “All you care about is getting your hands on that body and your tongue in that pussy.”

“That’s true,” she responded with a sly grin. “I’ve been lusting after her for years and wasn’t sure how she felt about swinging … by the way, have I told you how much I love being a counselor when things work out this way?”

Lilly had one hand fondling Becky’s breasts while the other explored her soaked snatch. Becky briefly pulled her mouth off of Eric’s cock.

“MMMMMM, gawd, I’m soooooooooo fuckin’ turned on,” she gasped.

Just before she could return her mouth to Eric’s prick, his hands grabbed her head. “I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growled. He laid on his back, his prick pointing due North. “Climb on,” he commanded.

Becky wasted little time straddling his hips. With one hand at the base of his cock, she rubbed the tip over her wet pussy lips, slicking his head with her juices and his leaking precum.

“Sally,” Eric said in a low, passion-filled voice, “come over here and sit on my face.”

Becky felt her never endings jangle as her petite friend disengaged from her husband. She straddled Eric’s head and his hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her hot cunt to his waiting mouth. She groaned as his tongue began to lick around her pussy lips.

Lilly swapped places and fell into an embrace with Brian, whose cock was returning to hardness.

Becky could wait no longer. She made sure Eric’s cock tip was lodged at her vaginal opening and then slowly lowered her hips to allow his rod to fill her completely.

“AAAHHHHH GAAAWDDD. What a great hard prick.” She rolled her hips to enjoy the sensation of being skewered.

Sally leaned forward and her hands gently held her friend’s face, her thumbs brushing over the smooth, soft skin of her cheeks. Their soft lips met. Sally’s pointy tongue licked Becky’s full lips and then both woman’s tongues were out and pushing against each other.

Sally’s hands moved down over Becky’s neck and shoulders and then slipped down to capture her friend’s full breasts, her thumbs flicking and toying with the button-like nipples.

When their kiss finally broke, they were gasping for breath. Sally was grinding her pulsing pussy against Eric’s mouth and Becky was starting to slowly raise and lower her hips to fuck his prick.

Sally continued to fondle Becky’s boobs and the women made eye contact.

“Becky, this is what I was hoping you would enjoy,” Sally said, her voice trembling with emotion. “With the right people, there’s just so much to enjoy sexually. Brian and I might not still be together if we hadn’t discovered how much we enjoyed swinging.”

Both women then returned to concentrating on the male organs that were pleasuring their slick slits. Eric’s talented tongue was circling Sally’s vagina, licking at the full labia that were pulsing. He kept his tongue moving, slipping up and down her slit and at times pausing to tease the hard nubbin of her clit. Then his lips would attach to her opening, sucking the flesh inside his oral cavity. His teeth would nip at her pleasure bud, capturing it with his tongue whipping over the smooth, nervy nodule. Sally ground her crotch against her partner’s mouth.

“Yeah, Eric, God, you know how to eat pussy,” she said. “I’m gonna stay right here and keep you at it until I cum.”

Becky also was enjoying her ride. Kneeling astride Eric’s hips, she bounced like she was in an exercise class, her breasts bouncing erotically. Eric thrust himself to meet her downward moves and their crotches collided with breath-taking force, Becky grunting with each impact. His cock filled her deeply and each time it did her pussy clenched, enhancing his pleasure with its velvet grip.

Eric reached one hand up to cup Becky’s right breast, the thumb flicking over the hard nubbin on its peak. His other hand reached down to between their crotches and began to stroke the top of Becky’s slit. His index finger found her engorged clit and began to lightly tease it.

“AAAAHHHH HAAAAA MMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSSS.” Her orgasm caused her entire body to shudder as she slammed herself hard on Eric’s body, impaling his cock deep inside her. He could feel her pussy spasming and he was breathing heavily – as heavily as he could with a cunt plastered to his mouth.

As her orgasm abated, Becky was drunk with passion and desire. She saw Sally’s pretty little pussy being licked and eaten and her own slit was pulsing. She lifted herself free of Eric’s thick dick, eliciting a groan as it left the hot wet grotto. Becky sat back on her haunches and looked at the fuck stick that had given her so much pleasure. It was slick with her juices and the foreskin was slightly concealing the cock tip. She knew that Eric had a load of cum and she wanted it.

She leaned forward slightly and spit on the cock head, then both her hands began to stroke up and down, twisting and teasing the prick. As she jacked Eric with her right hand, her left hand moved down to cup his swollen ball sack. She used her fingernails to lightly tease and scratch his scrotum and she smiled as his hips jerked in response.

“I want all of your cum, Eric. I bet you have a big load ready and I want it all.”

Sally was approaching her own climax and seeing her friend fisting the large erection while talking like a slut pushed her over the edge.

She emitted a high-pitched squeal as Eric once again found her clit with the spearing tip of his tongue. She leaned forward with her hands on his muscular chest as her pussy throbbed with its climax. She then rolled off to the side, landing on her back, her hips still heaving as she began to slowly recover.

“C’mon, Eric. It’s your turn. You need to cum.”

Becky’s thumb rubbed over the sensitive knob, using the leaking precum to further slicken the sensitive flesh. That proved to be the clincher.

“SHHHHIITTT YEAAAAH, you sexy bitch. Here it comes.”

Eric thrust his hips upward and his cock twitched. The first glob of sperm exploded and went about a foot high, drawing a gasp from Becky at its power. She tilted his rod more toward her and the ensuing loads of jism landed on her face, chin and breasts. His cock spurted at least eight times, each one with a slightly diminished load. But it was still a copious amount of jism.

As his cock quivered, Becky leaned forward and captured the shiny cock head in her mouth. Her tongue licked at the residue and coaxed a few more small squirts of his jizz.

CHAPTER 13

While one threesome had completed its sexual journey, Lilly was in the middle of her own three-way. With her hands and her mouth, she had Brian’s cock hard and throbbing. She laid on her back, put her feet flat on the cushions and splayed her knees wide. She reached down and parted her labia, revealing the glistening pink walls of her pussy.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she hissed. Brian needed no further encouragement. He got on his knees and held the base of his cock, rubbing its swollen head over her labia. There was a squishing sound as his precum mingled with her juices. He then angled the head so that it lodged in the opening of her sex.

He reached his arms around her hips, grasped her butt and lifted her slightly so that his cock was level with its target. Then, with one lunge, his cock impaled her fully. Her firm breasts bounced, and she grunted her approval.

Brian’s hips began to rock back and forth, sawing his cock back and forth. Each time it completed its journey their crotches slammed together.

Steve laid down next to Lilly and she turned her face to give her a deep soul kiss. His left hand moved back and forth over her firm boobs, alternating light teases with slaps and grasps. Lilly arced her back and growled into his mouth as their tongues danced.

When he broke the kiss, Lilly grabbed his head with both hands.

“Suck my titties and if you do a good job, I’ll suck your cock.”

Jennifer made sure she wasn’t left out. She had observed the hot scene with Eric, Becky and Sally. Since meeting Becky earlier, she had been thinking unpure thoughts about the newcomer to the group.

Becky had fell back on her side after taking Eric’s cum shots. She had been sated by her own orgasm and she watched as Sally and Eric cuddled and kissed, slowly and gently running their hands over each other’s body as they attempted to recharge their batteries.

Becky felt a hand on her shoulder and turned slightly to see Jennifer kneeling next to her.

“Good gawd, that was hot watching you three,” she said. “Everyone else seems to be occupied and I’ve been lusting after you since you walked in.”

The two women exchanged sultry smiles. Becky noticed Jennifer’s c-cup breasts had thick nipples that seemed to be half an inch long. She felt a tingle in her cunt indicating that she was again ready for fun.

“Why don’t you just lay back and let me make you feel good,” Jennifer said. “I’d also like to lick the cum off.”

Becky closed her eyes and sighed deeply at those words. Jennifer wasted little time, her tongue lapping at the streaks of jizz on Becky’s torso. Jennifer then leaned over Becky’s mouth and opened hers. A thick glob of spit and sperm hung from her lips before plopping on Becky’s tongue. Jennifer then brought her lips to Becky’s and their tongues stirred the potion. Jennifer sucked some of it out, swallowed it and smiled.

“MMMMMMM, tastes so good, doesn’t it?”

Jennifer then moved down and mouthed Becky’s left breast, her tongue licking and teasing the turgid nipple. She lifted her mouth slightly and dropped a bit of spit on the nub, her fingers rubbing and massaging the slickness.

She then cupped her breast and leaned forward, using her nipple to tease and rub against Becky’s spit-slicked bud. As the two nipples rubbed against each other, they bent and yielded to the passing, pressing flesh in a delightful way.

Becky had craned her neck so that she could watch. Seeing another woman’s breast rubbing so sensually against hers, seeing nipple teased by nipple, was raising her sexual heat.

She grasped Jennifer’s other breast and her fingers twirled the thick bud.

“Please, feed me your boob; I want to suck your breast.”

Jennifer moved up so that her mound hung over Becky’s face. Becky’s lips closed around the nubbin, her tongue flicking the smooth flat surface back and forth. She opened her mouth and sucked the top of Jennifer’s breast into her hot mouth, her tongue continuing to twirl and explore.

“That’s it, babe, that’s perfect. Just like that,” Jennifer whispered/hissed. “I love having my breasts played with but it’s even better when it’s a woman doing it.”

Jennifer’s hands kept busy with Becky’s breasts, rolling and molding the firm mounds and teasing the erect and sensitive nipples. Becky moved to Jennifer’s other breast and copied her ministrations.

Meanwhile, Eric and Sally were heating up. His hands had been mauling her pert tits with one hand. His other hand was busy playing with her pussy, rubbing the clit and inserting first one and then two fingers into her tight snatch.

Sally’s hand was jacking Eric’s cock, working the foreskin back and forth and using his flowing precum to lubricate the stroking. She kissed him deeply and then pulled away.

“I need you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

Sally’s tight little body was a huge turn on for Eric. And he had a special plan to give her a special experience.

He stood up, then reached down and grabbed her ankles. He bent her back so that she was on her shoulders, lifting her body up and pulling her legs far apart. He then straddled her. His size and strength took her breath away as he handled her like a doll.

“Grab my cock,” he growled. “Grab my cock and put in your pussy.”

She had to stretch her arm to capture the rock-hard dick that was pointing up at an angle. Her small hand pulled it while Eric crouched a bit to improve the angle. Sally then was able to lodge the tip of his cock between her labia and at the entrance of her vagina. She thought she could feel his cock head pulsing as it made contact with her soft snatch.

Eric took a few moments to adjust his position and that of his partner.

“Sal, you ready? I’m gonna fuck you through the floor.”

His eight inches plunged deep in his sister-in-law’s clinging cunt, whooshing the air out of her lungs. Once she could breath again, she let out a high-pitch squeal as his cock withdrew only to begin a powerful jack-hammering fucking motion.

Jennifer was in the process of kissing her way down Becky’s body when Sally’s scream of satisfaction drew their attention. They observed the athletic coupling and then looked at each other with wordless awe.

The pause didn’t last long. Jennifer was intent on eating Becky’s pussy. She kissed and licked her way down her torso. When she reached the pleasure zone, her fingers parted Becky’s labia which were slick with juices and swollen with passion.

“Hmmmmm, so pretty,” Jennifer purred. “I love to go down on a woman. I hope later tonight you get the chance to return the favor.”

With that, her tongue slipped its way through Becky’s heated slit, passing over the clit to start and ending near her pink and fluttering ass hole. Becky shuddered when Jennifer’s tongue tip slipped over her pleasure bud and she gasped when she felt it near her ass. Her partners had never paid much attention to that particular erogenous zone and she had never been partial to anal sex play.

Jennifer sensed the taboo feeling and her tongue continued to play at Becky’s pink star fish. The strong tongue tip licked and prodded and Becky raised her ass in response. Jennifer licked her index finger and replaced her tongue with the digit, further pushing at Becky’s clenched sphincter. Then her finger popped into the first knuckle and Becky’s body arched off the floor and she shuddered from head to toe.

“DAMMMMNNNNN … my ass … never felt anything like that. Feels … GOOOOOD.”

Jennifer sawed her finger in and out but never pushed further. “We’ll save some for later,” she said, pulling her finger out with an audible plop.

Becky collapsed back on the floor. She had experienced a mini-orgasm from the butt play and her stomach was quivering with uncompleted passion.

Jennifer then took her partner to yet another level. She positioned herself between Becky’s splayed legs. “Use her hands and open your pussy for me.” With her pink inner flesh exposed and ready, Jennifer cupped her right breast and pushed against Becky’s pussy. She then began rubbing it up and down her sopping slit. Becky recalled her first

Jennifer guided her tit to the top of Becky’s vagina and the nipple made contact with her swollen and sensitive clit. The two erotic buds were opposites that attracted in a most delightful way. Jennifer then rubbed her mound, topped by the hard nipple, up and down Becky’s slick slit. The feeling of her partner’s soft boob against her pulsing vagina caused her to arch her back and thrust her hips.

“MMMMMM, WOWWWW. Love having your tit on my pussy… SO HOT.”

Jennifer rocked her body back and forth, forcing her tit against Becky’s moist slit, the hard nipple making contact with her nervy pleasure bud on each upward stroke. Becky was breathing hard. Jennifer then broke contact and moved up to offer her breast to Becky’s mouth.

“Lick it, taste your pussy on my tit,” she hissed.

Eric was pile driving Sally with his thick cock. She was almost standing on her head as Eric held her splayed legs by the ankles as he drilled her with hard strokes. She groaned in pleasure with each powerful stroke.

Brian’s fuck session with Lilly was nearing its end. His buttocks were a blur as he steadily stroked his rod in and out of her clutching pussy. She had taken Steve’s cock in her mouth and watching her tongue lick and lap around his friend’s hard cock was increasing his excitement. He could feel the tingling in his scrotum as a load of jizz was ready to be delivered.

Eric was also nearing his climax. He looked down at Sally, her pert breasts bouncing in rhythm to his strokes, her eyes closed, and her face contorted with pleasure. With a last, powerful thrust, he impaled the petite woman fully on his cock and his hands pulled her legs upward. She was almost completely suspended as he arced his back and he felt his cock surge with its orgasm.

“URGGHHH AAAHHHH MMMMMM GAHHHAGGGAHHH,” Sally was gurgling as she felt his creamy load flooding her clasping love tunnel. Her arms flailed as her orgasm hit, enhanced by her feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being totally controlled by her partner and his cock.

Hearing his wife’s reaction and realizing that Eric had well-fucked Sally, Brian could no longer hold back. His cock impaled fully in Lilly’s pussy, he felt her strong muscles milking his rod. His lower body tingled as his load of jism fired off inside Lilly’s snatch.

Eric had gently laid Sally on the floor where she was splayed like a rag doll. She heard the familiar sounds of her husband coming and turned to see the end of the tryst between Brian and Lilly. Brian pulled his cock free. It was semi-hard and a string of jizz trailed from his tip to Lilly’s slit, which was oozing some of his cum.

Lilly pulled her mouth off of Steve’s cock but continued to stroke the spit-slick rod. “Sally,” she purred, “my pussy is full of your husband’s cum. Come here and use that pretty little tongue of yours and lick it up.”

Those words seemed to electrify the room. Eric was laying on his side, propped up by his elbow. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. Steve’s cock jerked against Lilly’s slick lips. Becky felt her spine tingle at the idea of what was to happen. She exchanged looks with Jennifer and they both decided to move for a closer look.

Sally, on her hands and knees, moved like she was hypnotized. She approached Lilly’s splayed legs and saw that her snatch was leaking her husband’s sperm. Almost robotically, Sally dipped her face until her mouth was covering Lilly’s pussy. Her tongue started to lap, and she tasted the salty cum mingled with Lilly’s juices. Lilly had gone back to sucking Steve’s cock, which was throbbing and close to orgasm. Lilly’s pelvis arched and one hand grabbed Sally’s hair, forcing her face deeper and harder against her crotch.

Jennifer had yet to orgasm and she was far past the “edge.” She stood up, grabbed Becky’s hand and then took Eric’s hand and led him to one of the benches. “Lay down, stud. You’re gonna get ridden.”

Eric did was he was told, lying length-wise. His cock was semi-erect, but Jennifer quickly stroked and licked it to full erection. “Sit on his face,” Jennifer told Becky. “Find out if he knows how to eat pussy.”

Seeing that threesome scene start to unfold was more than enough for Steve. He grabbed Lilly’s head and pulled her close against his crotch as his cock began to spew its creamy seed. Then, he released her head and pulled out, firing off a couple of shots that painted her face with jizz.

Lillly reached down and grabbed Sally by the hair, pulling her up. “C’mere,” she growled. Lilly still had a mouthful of cum and as they kissed the creamy jizz was swished and passed back and forth. Sally swallowed some of it, broke the kiss and began licking the creamy icing from Lilly’s face.

Jennifer had climbed on Eric and was easing his hard, thick cock into her vagina. “Ummmmm, FUUUUUCCKKKK. That is such a great damn cock. Feels soooo good.”

Becky was on Eric’s face, facing Jennifer. She could observe their coupling as she enjoyed Eric’s strong and talented tongue licking her pussy. His big hands were on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to give him greater access to her crotch.

Jennifer leaned forward and deeply kissed Becky, her hands coming up to fondle her full breasts. Becky reciprocated. As the two women’s pussies were being stimulated by mouth and cock, they enhanced the feelings by kissing and fondling each other.

Her feet on the floor, Jennifer was able to ride Eric’s cock as hard as she wanted. And she wanted hard. She broke away from Becky’s kiss and started bouncing up and down on the rigid rod, her breasts bouncing delightfully.

With Eric having to do little to satisfy Jennifer, he concentrated on pleasing Becky. His tongue circled her vagina, licking the lips several times before opening his mouth wide and sucking as much of her into his mouth as possible. His teeth lightly clamped on her distended clit with this tongue flicking over the erect bud. Becky ground her crotch hard against his mouth.

He reached his right hand toward Becky’s mouth and offered his index finger. She gladly took it in, sucking and wetting it. Eric then pulled it free and quickly moved that finger to her ass hole. As his tongue and mouth worked on her aroused pussy, he felt the need to add to her stimulation.

The tip of his thick finger toyed with her pink opening, teasing around the tight ring as Jennifer had earlier. Then he slowly started to penetrate, his finger slowly sawing back and forth until it popped through to the first knuckle. He then wiggled it around, trying to relax and loosen her anal muscles.

Becky’s upper torso stiffened with the forbidden stimulation and Eric’s talented ministrations of her pussy. She brought her hands up to fondle her own breasts, teasing the nipples as she liked to when masturbating.

The foursome had sated themselves and relaxed to watch the threesome’s sex play. Sally was in her husband’s arms while Lilly cuddled with Steve, idly fondling his semi-flaccid cock as he languidly toyed with her breasts.

Jennifer’s pussy was clasping on Eric’s cock as she rode it hard and fast. Then, she leaned back, placing her hands on his legs for a different angle as she twerked her hips. By leaning back, she exposed her glistening pussy. Becky saw that and leaned forward, laying across Eric’s torso as he continued to pleasure her pussy with his mouth and gently ream her ass with his finger.

Becky leaned forward for an up-close-and-personal view of Jennifer’s pussy sliding up and down Eric’s cock. Jennifer’s clit was rock hard and distended from its hood. That was what had drawn Becky forward. She moved her mouth closer, hearing the squish-squish of cock and pussy. Her tongue flicked out and she began to lick at Jennifer’s nervy bud.

“AAAAHHHHGGGGAAAAWDDDD what are you doing? GGHGNNGHHHAAAAH. That’s so good. YESSSSSSS LICK MY CLITTY.”

Jennifer’s body was quivering like she was experiencing an ice bath. She continued leaning back, driving her crotch against the hard dick and the soft mouth that was pleasuring her. He breasts were pointed up, the nipples erect and the puffy ends of her mounds.

Eric felt the vice grip of Jennifer’s pussy walls on his cock while his tongue twirled around Becky’s cunt and his finger probed and teased her ass. The stimulation of her two holes plus having her mouth so close to Jennifer and Eric’s connection was enough to fire off her orgasm. She crushed her mound against Eric’s mouth and pushed herself up on both hands, moaning and groaning as she came.

Eric’s balls tightened and he felt his cum ready to explode inside of Jennifer. When Becky rolled off, he gave words to his feelings. “Your cunt is so FUCCCCKINNNG TIGHTTT ON MY COCK. Ride that prick… YESSSSS GONNA SHOOOOT. HERE IT CUMMMMMSS.”

Eric’s strong legs bucked off the bench and nearly unseated Jennifer, but she was impaled on his cock as it spewed streams of jizz deep inside her and that sensation fired off her orgasm. “YOUUUU BIG FUCKING STUDDDDD. OOOOHHHHHH THATTTT’S SOOOO GOOD. CREAM MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM.”

When she pulled off Eric’s cock, strings of jizz dribbled over his crotch and his cock flopped back against his stomach. Jennifer was still on a high and still stimulated. She moved forward and her extended labia moved against Eric’s prick, sliding back and forth with a combination of his jizz and her womanly secretions. He moaned as his cock was almost painfully stimulated by the silky caress of Jennifer’s pussy.

Finally, Jennifer dismounted and lay down beside Becky. Eric sat up.

“Ho-leee fuck,” he said.

CHAPTER 14

It was after 2 a.m. and despite the allurement of continued love making the group decided they were tired, and their sexual energy nearly spent.

Sally and Brian wouldn’t let Becky drive home and insisted she spend the night. There were three guest rooms, all adjoining a large guest bathroom. Sally gave Becky one of her sleep shirts and helped her get set up in the smallest guest room.

Becky was pleasantly exhausted. Her mind replayed parts of what had happened, and she had to admit that “swinging” had been more than enjoyable. She then fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke and glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was after 10. Her body felt sticky, especially between her legs. She knocked on the door to the bathroom and then entered to take a shower. It was a walk-in with a sliding door but not as large as the master bath at her house.

Becky had just stepped under the water when she heard the bathroom door open. Brian walked in, slid open the door and stepped in. He was naked and his cock at full attention.

“Mind if I join you?” he superfluously asked. He saw the look on Becky’s face. “Sally knows I’m in here; she suggested it. Everybody else is up and gone.”

He moved closer, filled his hands with liquid soap and began to suds her back.

Brian leaned close and Becky could feel the tip of his cock against his thigh. “I’ve been lusting after you for years,” he whispered. “When I confided to Sally, it was one of the things that got us started as swingers. We knew there was a lot of fun out there, a lot of great people and it’s just sex, it’s just enjoyment.”

His hands began to move around her sides, and he pulled her even closer, his rod trapped against her back. “I was glad when you got divorced. I knew your husband was playing around on you and that’s not right. He’s a stupid fuckin’ idiot.”

At those words, Brian’s hands captured Becky’s twin mounds, soaping them up and further hardening her nipples. She groaned and reached behind her to grab Brian’s cock. She started to stroke it and she could feel it quivering in her hand.

Brian turned Becky around and pushed her against the wall away from the spray and kissed her deeply, a kiss she gladly returned. He reached down and grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifted her up and then pushed his erection against her mound. Becky reached down to help him position his swollen prick against her slit and then he thrust home in one move. Becky threw her arms around his neck and she began to hump against him as his hips moved back and forth to saw his rod in and out of her clinging pussy.

Becky was a bit surprised that her pussy was so read to fuck with so little foreplay. Maybe fucking the husband of a good friend added to her excitement.

Brian also was feeling this encounter deep in his crotch. Becky’s breasts were crushed against his chest, her hard nipples evident. Because of their position, his strokes were short and steady, but he could feel his scrotum beginning to tighten. Becky’s cunt walls were gripping his cock on each thrust and the sensation was eliciting a groan with every stroke.

“Becky … gawd damn … this is so fucking great… I want to cum deep inside you.”

She moved her mouth over his, their tongues passionately entwined as they each moved closer to a mutual climax. Becky’s thighs clamped around Brian’s hips, trying to draw him deeper inside. He pulled his cock to the very edge of Becky’s vaginal lips, then thrust home so that their crotches slammed together. Brian’s cock started to spurt his seed and Becky could feel it deep inside her. She shuddered as her orgasm crested.

Their legs were shaky, but they moved back under the shower and cleaned themselves. Gobs of Brian’s cum leaked out of Becky’s pussy as she washed and massaged her mound.

Brian turned off the shower and they stepped out, with Brian handing Becky a towel. As they were drying off, Sally came in carrying a cup of coffee. She was wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts.

“Well, I hope you two had fun,” she said with a mischievous grin. She handed the coffee to Becky, who took a sip. After fucking her friend’s husband in her house, Becky felt a surge of guilt. Sally quickly picked up on her friend’s vibe. She stepped close and gave her a hug.

“Girl, you have nothing to worry about,” Sally said, stepping back from the hug. “You have no idea how many times I’ve watched Brian fuck someone else. And he’s seen me fuck plenty of guys. That’s what we do – or what we’ve been doing. It’s the happiest we’ve ever been as a couple.”

Becky finished drying off and wrapped the towel around her body before walking back to the guest room. Her clothes from the previous night were draped across a chair. Sally followed her.

“Becky, I hope you had fun last night; it certainly appeared that you did,” Sally said with a small laugh. “We’ve played with Steve and Jennifer several times, but Eric and Lilly brought a lot of energy; first time we had swung with them was this weekend.

“We realize this lifestyle is frowned upon by a lot of people. But for us, it’s all about fun and having pleasure. Marriages, relationships can go stale. We’ve found a group of folks who are mature, responsible, sexy. No drugs, other than booze. No pain, no bondage. We just like to get together … and fuck.”

Becky was getting dressed while Sally was talking. “Anyway, since your divorce and after talking to you, I got the feeling you were ready to do something to jump start your sex life. You’re more than welcome to become a regular with our group.”

The two friends hugged. “Time for me to get home. But … I’ll be back. Let me know when the next orgy will be,” she said with a grin.

Driving back to her house, she decided she would agree to become part of the group. She thought she’d ask Amy and Rita to see if they might be interested. Her libido buzzed at the thought of her two female friends involved with her in a group orgy.

Becky realized that she was feeling better about her life than she had in years – maybe ever. She remembered how this recent journey had started by being “captured” by an escaped convict. And now, she felt her life – and especially her love life – was on the right track.

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