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The sexual arousal of two friends brings their parents affair to a head.

(Mf+, ff, MF, Ff+, mast, oral, anal, inc, cons, les.)

By: teufelturm©

It was Friday, it was a sweltering hot day, and because I hadn’t been able to concentrate on my work, I’d decided to take the rest of the day off. This wasn’t hard to do because I work at home most of the time, with just a few occasional visits to the company for meetings. There was another reason for my inability to concentrate, but that would be rectified on Monday.

My daughter Jenny and Anne, her friend of many years standing had retreated indoors some time ago in order to try on the new swimsuits which Anne’s mother; Susan, had given them on the preceding Tuesday as presents for their Eighteenth birthdays.

They were born on the same day, and met on their first day of school. I met Susan that day and after a week, I realized that her house was very close to mine so I offered to do the school-run for her daughter as well. I’d been doing the run ever since and the girls were now more like sisters than merely good friends were.

Diverting any incoming call through to the house phone, I locked the large cabin at the bottom of the garden, which serves as my office and headed for the house to have a shower and some lunch. On the way to the bathroom, I passed my daughter’s bedroom and was comforted by the sound of giggles emanating from it. Considering that the new school term commenced on the coming Monday, that was a good sign.

Jenny and Anne were similar in every way except for appearance. Both were intelligent, polite girls and they both had single parents. The difference between them was that whilst Jenny was a slim, lithe, red headed dynamo, Anne was half a head taller, with yellow blonde hair, a very shapely body and long legs.

I admit that I lusted after her, but I never did anything about it.

Returning from the shower, I called out that I was about to make lunch, which was greeted with a scuffling noise, accompanied by Jenny calling out that they would be down in a moment.

We spent the afternoon lazing about on the patio. They may have been relaxed, but I certainly wasn’t. They had both changed into shorts and Bikini tops, and I was having a hard time, literally.

Anne went home and Jenny and I had dinner, after which I went down the garden to the office to check that I had everything I would need for a meeting with a client in the morning. I looked into the living room on my return, and then stood to watch my daughter. Jenny was facing the TV, but her eyes were closed and she was panting as, with her legs wide apart, she rubbed and pressed against her sex.

I spent a couple of minutes watching her pleasuring herself then I quietly withdrew, returned to the house door and made sure I made noises as I walked back to the living room.

Jenny has had to manage growing up without her mother, who died when she was eight. I had done all that I was able to do, but as girls grow up, there are things which I know they would have a difficult time discussing with a male.

I had been incredibly fortunate that Jenny had Anne as a very close friend because her mother had taken Jenny under her wing when anything of female matters arose. I had dreaded the time approaching when I needed to consider buying her underclothes and sanitary items, but Susan had taken that problem off my shoulders.

As a thank you, I had invited Susan and Anne to our house each Saturday for a meal after which we spent the rest of the evenings either playing cards or watching a video.

Susan had several small part time jobs, which helped to swell the allowance her ex-husband paid her. She had a small car, but I couldn’t see the sense in her using it for school runs and travelling to work. Therefore, I had offered to take Anne on the school run.

When I entered the living room, Jenny was pretending to be interested in the TV programme. I went to sit beside her and told her that I needed to have a serious talk with her.

“Jenny, I came to the door of this room a short while ago and I think you know what it was that I saw you doing. I’m not shocked, upset, or angry. What I am is concerned that you were doing it in an absent-minded way in less than private surroundings. I could have had a visitor with me, which would have embarrassed you terribly.

You’ve never shown any indication that you were experiencing feelings of arousal, until today. After you and Anne had spent a lengthy period of time in your bedroom, you both decided to wear Bikini tops and lounge in front of me to see how I would react.”
“What really happened in your room?”

Jenny’s face was flushed red, which, with her hair colouring, was quite a sight.

“Anne came and said that she had something to tell me and something to show me, but I had to promise to never tell anyone. I did promise.”

“That won’t work Jenny; I won’t repeat whatever you tell me unless I think it’s something Susan should know, in which case I’ll tell you that I’m going to do it.”

She knew she would eventually have to tell, and opted for sooner.

“Anne said that she’d gone to bed early and left her mom reading. She woke up, went to go to the bathroom, and heard her mom moaning. She opened her mom’s bedroom door and saw her masturbating. She was stroking her clitoris and pushing a finger into her vagina. She was panting and moaning which covered the sound of her bedroom door being opened and then closed again.”

“When Anne got back in bed she couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d just seen and while she thought about it she started to rub her sex. She said that she began to get hot and wet down there and that it felt so good that she didn’t want to stop.”

“She told me that she wanted to do it again and wanted to show me what she’d been doing and show me how to do it. I had no problem with that, I love seeing her and her mom when they’re undressed, it gives me a funny feeling in my sex.

“Anne stripped off and lay back on the bed with her legs open so that I could see her slit, then she used her fingers to press and rub herself and to pull her labia open. I could see the pink flesh inside her and then I started feeling funny in my vagina and I wanted to touch hers, so I did.”

“She grabbed my hand to press it against her sex then asked me rub her. I did and I felt her breasts, her nipples were hard and mine hardened when she asked me to pull them. Dad, I’ve never been very interested in any of the boys I know, but I never expected to feel sexually attracted to Anne, or her mom, but now I realize that’s exactly what I was experiencing.”

“I really didn’t want to stop feeling her body, I didn’t try to stop her when she pulled my skirt and knickers off to show me what it felt like to be stroked and rubbed, she did to me what I’d just done to her and I wanted her to keep doing it.”

“She asked me to do it to her again and I was really excited by that. I stroked and rubbed her clitoris until she began to pant and moan a little and then she raised her bottom off the bed and whispered that she wished it was you doing it to her; just like mom had been saying.”

“I told her that I didn’t think she’d have much of a problem getting that to happen if she really meant it because I’d seen the way you look at her sometimes. I think you feel the same way as I do about her. I think I must be a lesbian.”

That was a lot to digest and whilst I did so I hugged her and finally sorted out what I felt and how best to respond

“Jenny, I suppose that this is the first time you’ve been involved in anything of a sexual nature, at least I hope it is, so you you’ve a long way to go before you can decide about your sexual orientation. You may well meet a boy who will turn you to jelly whenever you think about him, or you may find you can enjoy both options.”

“I hope you have a safe and wonderful time finding out which road you prefer, but in the meantime I think mutual masturbation is as good as anything to begin with.”

“What was that comment that Anne made about Susan?”

“Anne thinks that she heard her mom using your name as she er…masturbated…and that doesn’t surprise us we’re not blind and have seen how she looks at you. You never go out and meet women, but I bet you get frustrated and you could have an easy time getting Susan into your bed.”

“You’re a little young and inexperienced to be making such assumptions and repeating them. I know you’ve had sex education lessons, but there is a lot you still have to learn.”

“I know that, I learned a lot earlier today and I want to learn more. There was never any mention of masturbation, or the feelings that go with it, in any of the lessons I ever had.

“Speaking about having a lot to learn, and being safe whilst learning, I think I could never be safer than I am with you. I want to find out if I’m a Lesbian or just lacking experience of the alternative, and I could do that with you.”

“Jenny, you’re my daughter, learning about sex with me is out of the question so don’t even think along those lines.”

“Why? Who’s going to know about it? You wouldn’t tell anyone, and I certainly wouldn’t, not even Anne. I mean it dad, I want to find out safely and I can do that with you. I’ve never seen a stiff penis let alone touch one. Please be truthful and tell me if you were aroused when you caught me masturbating, even though I’m your daughter?”

“Why are you in such a rush? You’ve only just found out what pleasure you can have all on your own, or with another female. Be satisfied with that for a while.”

“I can’t, I’ve got a lot to learn and I want to start now. Dad, I asked you a question, but I already know the answer, I said earlier that I’m not blind, I could see the bulge in your shorts, and if Anne had seen it she’d have been all over you.”

“I know you’ll think I’m terrible dad, but I’m really aroused now. I want to see my first erect penis and my dad is sitting next to me with one that has nothing to do.”

As she said this, she reached across and pressed her hand on my erection, which had swollen even more during our conversation as I realized that I was being seduced by my daughter, and that I had no intention of preventing it happening.

I held her hand and pressed down for a moment then I moved her hand away and said:

“If you intend to go ahead and seduce your dad, then we’ll do it in the comfort of my bedroom.”

We locked all the doors and windows, because hot or not, I thought the next hour or so could become quite noisy and even though we were very well isolated from nearby houses, I didn’t want any sounds getting out.

She kept her hands off me until we were in my bedroom, then she turned into a very demanding trainee mistress. Jenny made me stand until she had removed all my clothes, I must say that she had to struggle to stay composed as my boxers came down, but she knew that the fun was about to begin so she controlled herself sufficiently to back off and strip herself.

I was instructed to stay still as she knelt and inspected my rigid cock before tentatively taking hold of it and learning how to treat my pride and joy. When I showed her how best to massage it, she didn’t take long to work out that she could manage more than just kiss the head. Thirty minutes after we entered my bedroom the first three inches of it entered her hot mouth.

After ten minutes of this treat, I had to stop her because I knew she was unaware of the outcome if she kept going. I was allowed to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples, but she was very close to a climax so I suggested a short break.

We both freshened up and when that was completed, I pulled her onto the bed. Before she could react, Jenny was on her back with her legs in the air and wide apart, I dropped to my knees and caressed her labia and clitoral hood, which caused her to stiffen and then slowly relax and become soft and responsive.

I eased her labia apart and applied my mouth to her soft, sweet, sex. She reacted to this in a purely instinctive way by thrusting her vulva up to allow me easier access. Her moan was music to my ears as my tongue entered her body and reached her clitoris.

She reached for my head and applied pressure to pull me harder against her, now soaking, sex. Reaching up to grasp her wrists and forcing them down onto the bed, I held her fast as I achieved the result I wanted. She climaxed.

Noisily and convulsively, she hit the proverbial roof, and her thighs came together to trap me in the one place I had no intention leaving until my strength gave out.

Eventually she relaxed and her legs parted to allow me to move. I withdrew my mouth from her sex and reminded her that I had said she had a lot to learn, and then she learned something else. There was more than one way to turn her into jelly.

I pushed her buttocks up and applied my mouth to her anus, and as my tongue rimmed her anal orifice, it opened until I could insert it into her. She didn’t complain during any of this action so I carried on for a while, but also applied a thumb against her clitoris, which, from her gasping, she obviously enjoyed.

It was time for Jenny to find out what else could give her immense pleasure.

As my erection slid into the warmth of her vagina, she protested that she had said no intercourse. I reminded her that she wanted to be safe as she learned about sex, and as I had been vasectomised, I was the safest teacher she could have.

After I had spent so many years caring for my daughter and bringing her safely to the age of consent, it felt wonderful to bring her to full womanhood as her hymen gave way. I inched gently and slowly into her tight love tube, caressing her breasts and nipples as I did so until I was completely inside her.

Resting for a few moments, I brought a hand down so that I could rub her clitoris and watch her expression turn to one of ecstasy as I eased my cock out of her tunnel, before once again pushing it into her and repeating this action, the time interval becoming shorter after each withdrawal.

I kept the pressure and motion of my thumb against her clitoris until I was fucking my daughter at such a pace that I had to place my hands on the bed to keep my balance and support until she climaxed again. This time she really did scream loudly as she wrapped her legs around my backside to prevent me from pulling out of her soaking sex.

When I was finally able to extract myself from between her thighs to lie alongside her, she rubbed a hand between her legs and inspected the blood and other bodily fluids that now coated her fingers. Then she thanked me for taking her virginity because she could now be free to have sex with Anne without worrying about any bloody mess if things went too far.

We showered and ate a light supper before the next lesson began. I had asked her not to put and clothes on after the shower because I wished to enjoy the sight of her body for as long as possible. What I hadn’t said was that her lessons weren’t over. Jenny hadn’t known that there was to be another lesson until it started, so she was unprepared for what followed.

I had her on the sofa, kneeling with thighs apart, her arms on the backrest. I had brought some lubricant down from my bedroom, which I now liberally applied, to her sex and anus. Before she could protest I slid two fingers of my right hand into her vagina and as she got used to that I gently slid the first inch of the my left hand index finger into her anus.

Once I had my finger firmly embedded in her anus, I removed my fingers from her vagina and replaced them with my newly restored erection. I fucked my lovely daughter from behind as I prepared her anal channel for some of the same treatment.

After some initial rigidity, she relaxed sufficiently for me to push my finger all the way into her rear entrance and then finger fuck her anus in tandem with her vagina. She liked it. She began to grunt and push backwards as I thrust forward.

Gradually I increased the pace until we were in danger of losing our balance. At that point, I withdrew completely from both her tunnels for just as long as it took me to squirt a little more lubricant into her anal canal. Then I rolled a condom onto my shaft and rapidly slid the head into the same hole as I held her hips.

She bucked, she struggled, but she couldn’t shake me off and, gradually, my cock entered her rectum. When my groin pushed against her bum cheeks I stopped, withdrew half its’ length then slid it back into her.

I pulled her hips towards me as I thrust forward and then pushed them away from me as I withdrew in readiness for my next thrust. After three repetitions of this action, I didn’t need to hold her hips she did all the necessary manipulation herself, which pleased me because I could now lean forward, and reach around her to fondle her breasts.

What happened now was entirely up to her. She obviously loved the sensations she was having and to increase the pleasure factor, she reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris. Since I’d had a vasectomy, I no longer produced a large ejaculation. Not only did I lack sperm, but also some of my semen production had been reduced, but what I could produce, I did.

I kept pumping because once I get an erection; it stays erect for a long time. It kept her very happy for another fifteen minutes until she squealed and folded up on the sofa.

I left her there and had a shower. When I returned she was using a hand mirror to inspect her vagina and anus, she was still astonished that what I had between my legs could get all the way inside what she had between her legs. I sat beside her and she kissed me as she told me what a fantastic father she had and what wonderful times we could now have together.

I told her that some things wouldn’t change, we would sleep in our own beds and she would behave as she always had done whenever other people were around. We had to make certain that our behaviour did not arouse anyone’s suspicions.

I must admit to feeling very happy at the day’s events. I had started the day as a very grumpy and sexually frustrated man, and the sight of two very desirable girls lounging around in front of me had not helped matters, even if one of them was my daughter.

I was now not only responsible for turning my daughter into a woman, but I also seemed to be in the running for providing the same service for her best friend. As this would appear to be something she would readily experience, I was looking forward to the near future.

Note to self: Buy more sex lubricant, and a slim vibrator.

I reminded Jenny that under no circumstances was she to tell or show Anne what had happened. She would find out soon enough. Then we went to bed to sleep, in our own beds.

I spent Saturday morning with my client and then drove to town to purchase some provisions for the evening meal with Susan and Anne. I also bought some other items, which could be needed some time soon.

The Saturday evening actually went just as they always had, so Jenny hadn’t said anything she shouldn’t have. Sunday was not so normal. The girls were busy in their respective homes getting all their stuff together for the beginning of their final college Term.

After lunch, Jenny announced that she’d made all the preparations she needed to make, and now she wanted to experience a little more of what she’d had yesterday. She was. Nothing frantic or athletic took place. We merely enjoyed slow straightforward carnal pleasure.

It felt a little strange at first as we cuddled and fondled each other. I ran my hands over her covered breasts for a short while until my blood began to steam because this had revealed that she had removed her ‘bra while making the ‘preparations’ she’d spoken of.

Easing her loose top up I was treated to the sight of her jutting breasts tipped with hard, erect, nipples. After I had lifted her top over her head I was allowed free access to those lovely peaks for a short while until her desires took over and her hands rapidly undid my belt and pushed my trousers down to give her access to my erection.

The feeling of lust that surged through me at that moment was incredible and when she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock into her hot mouth I was lost. Lost, but not disabled, I removed myself from her mouth and made her stand up.

Quickly removing my clothes I scooped her up and headed for my bedroom. Once there, I placed her on the bed, removed her skirt and knickers then got down onto my knees with my head between her thighs and licked my way into her vagina. Jenny wanted to take a more active role in this activity and told me as much by grasping my ears and pulling.

Climbing onto the bed, I lay on my back and got her to straddle me in the ’69’ position, then I directed her to wrap her hands around my erection and lower her mouth to lick the end of it.

I parted her thighs a little more to enable my mouth to reach her sex and as my tongue slid into her vagina again she removed her hands and lowered her face to suck my cock, a little at a time, into that hot mouth.

We spent about thirty minutes in this manner until she scrambled off me to lie beside me and whisper that she wanted me inside her, now. I rolled over her and knelt between her thighs as she raised them upwards and outwards. I had no difficulty at all in lodging my cock inside her vagina.

Jenny was tight so I entered her slowly and then commenced to ease in and out of the soft flesh of her very warm and wet tunnel. I was asked to stop moving, as she wanted to lie there and just enjoy the feeling of my erection inside her, which we did for some minutes until she could no longer contain her need to reach a climax. She began to lift her buttocks off the bed, which forced me to lift myself from her groin.

The fucking began in earnest. Jenny was meeting my thrusts with her own as she tried to dominate the proceedings. Finally it dawned on her that not only was I stronger than she was, but that I was also in the dominant position so a second halt was called.

She had obviously given some thought to the situation because she instructed me to get onto my back again so that she could straddle me and then I was asked to reinsert my cock into her vagina. With that mission accomplished I was treated to the sight of two jiggling breasts just in front of my eyes as she rode me. I did not lie there quietly.

I fondled her very pert and jaunty breasts, I got fingers down to her clitoris and finally, as she neared her climax, I was able to pull her forwards enough to reach around her and get a finger against her anus. I was not expecting her reaction, she reached behind her to hold my wrist firmly, and then she drove herself backwards as she pulled my hand towards her. She had deliberately impaled herself on my finger.

I helped as much as I could to get all of the finger inside her, but before I could really accomplish much; she tensed, gasped and moaned, then she leaned on top of me and climaxed. She shook, she gripped me hard and she wouldn’t let go.

For twenty minutes an eight stones female held a twelve stones male captive. I enjoyed every moment of her very close attention, but finally nature became insistent and I needed a bathroom break.

Having done what I needed to do, I went downstairs to find that Jenny had prepared coffee and cake. She had kindly left her clothes off so my world was a rosy place to be because she is the possessor of a beautiful pair of buttocks.

The combination of a wasp waist swelling out to very mobile hips was a picture of eroticism she could not have been aware of, but when she walked, she was sex incarnate.

I had never seen her in an undressed state until two days ago and had been unaware of her attributes as a sexually arousing girl. That had all changed. She was my daughter, but I am a man with more than my fair share of sexual drive and in such close proximity to a warm female, I was extremely easy to arouse.

Having finished our snack we cleared the table and used it for ‘other purposes’. Jenny wanted more sex and I was willing to let her make it available. It was very pleasant standing between two firm, smooth and silky thighs; my penis in a soft, wet vagina with my hands on her proud breasts, my fingers holding two hard, erect nipples.

Because Jenny had so recently climaxed we were able to enjoy each other’s body in this fashion for some considerable time, but I wanted to show my daughter what other positions were easily obtainable.

I removed myself from her grip and sat on a chair. When I asked her to straddle me she needed no more directions. Jenny reached down to grasp my cock and directing it to her sex, she made sure it was well inside her before letting go and driving her body downwards to impale herself on my rampant erection.

I made certain that her breast were fondled, and found that if I nibbled them, she turned into a frenzied, demanding, horny man’s fantasy. Once again I interrupted her by wrapping my arms around her and then standing up. I think she thought I was about to continue in this position, until I made my way to the sofa.

This time, I extracted my cock so that I could turn her round and bend her over the arm of the sofa, then spreading her legs. Easing her buttocks apart, I reinserted my cock into her soft and very wet sex, and then proceeded to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could manage.

Despite my lust I had to be careful. Jenny had done well to cope with the size of my cock, but I didn’t want to hurt her and if I lost control I could easily do her harm.

I was now fuelled by raging lust and the speed and duration that I could manage was far greater than I had expected. By the time I came I was a covered in sweat and a spent force.

I lay panting on the floor as Jenny stood over me smiling down between her lovely pert breasts as she happily announced that she no longer thought that she was a lesbian.

She said that, because she’d enjoyed mutual masturbation with Anne, she thought that she would also be happy having sex with women.

I was also advised that I may insert my finger in her anus whenever I wished because she liked it, but that she didn’t want my cock in there until she decided if she wanted that to happen, especially as it was likely to be a little painful at first.

I readily agreed to this stipulation, as I had really been sorry that I had gone so far with her so early on in our new relationship. She had no experience and little knowledge, of sexual matters other than whatever decently brought up young girls would be subjected to by the boys at school so I promised not to do anything with her until she gave me permission.

In view of the enthusiasm with which she had embraced her sexual education, I knew that I was going to be very satisfied, and tired, in future.

Monday is my day off. My staff knows not to contact me except for very important matters that require my personal attention. For the salaries they receive I have total trust in their abilities to deal with virtually any situation that arise.

Anne arrived at the usual time next morning, and I drove the girls the Six miles to their college. We live in a small village built at the crossing of two roads. One road runs due East/West and the other road runs Southeast/Northwest. I live in the last house on the Northern side of the road heading west.

There is a footpath leading North alongside my boundary wall which runs through common land to the South side of the road heading Northwest. On my return, I walked through to the garden and unlocked the side gate in the boundary wall of my property.

Returning indoors I stripped and showered then made my way to the bedroom. I was just in time to see Susan remove her dress, and had the added pleasure of watching her remove her undies, which has always been a sight to treasure. She smiled and climbed onto the bed.

“Please Max, hurry up. I love my daughter, but having her at home each day making it impossible for us to be able to be together with any privacy, had me climbing the walls in frustration.”

“So I understand, and later on I will explain why I think that it won’t happen again. For the moment I am more interested in why I should ‘hurry up’”

I did as requested; and so, for two hours, I was subjected to a sexual onslaught by a woman who had been forced to recourse to masturbation as her only means of sexual relief, for the past six weeks. Now she wanted to be penetrated by the solid cock that had been doing precisely that three times a week for the past four years.

In view of my recent activities I was a little less demanding than she was, but Susan had the bit between her teeth and I do believe she was happy to be in charge of the proceedings.

Her first action was to straddle me in the ’69’ position, thus providing me with ‘a close encounter of the best kind’. It really was a wonderful opening, both literally and figuratively. As I sucked, licked and nibbled the soft inner flesh of her sex, Susan was sucking, licking and nibbling the hard flesh of my sexual organ.

Her need for penetration became too strong for her to prolong this activity; despite the pleasure we were both experiencing, Susan needed something more substantial. I was deprived of the fragrant and now soaking orifice as she rolled off me and onto her back with the instruction to do ‘it’.

I did ‘it’. She had grasped my cock and she didn’t let go until it was lodged at the entrance to her vagina. She grasped my hips and ‘encouraged’ me into her body and the moment she had all of my cock inside her she wrapped her lovely long legs around me and then the thrusting, and counter thrusting, began.

Susan had a desperate need for forceful impalement and once again I was made aware of just how much she turned me on. I became rampant and she received all the force and speed that I could muster.

She wailed and moaned her way to an enormous, shuddering climax. I was thankful that she kept her nails short because otherwise I would have had a lacerated back. That was the noisiest climax I’d ever heard her have and I was happy to have caused it to happen.

I was also happy that the building next to my house was Two hundred feet away from my boundary on that side of the garden and was actually a storage facility for the water company.

Once Susan had calmed down sufficiently to cuddle up to me and I had thus had time to recuperate from our energy sapping exercise, we investigated each other’s erogenous zones again and then had a much more leisurely coupling just for the pleasure it provided.

Suitably sated, we showered and dressed then made lunch.

After lunch I told her that I some news, in fact a quite a lot of news, for her. We sat on the sofa and I told her all that had occurred in the past few days.

“I had wanted to tell you on Saturday, but there was just no way to do it with the girls around. I think the time has come to tell the girls about us; especially the fact that we have no intention of getting married, or have you changed your mind?”

“No I haven’t, I am more than happy to keep things as they are. We each have our independence; our own houses and a superb sex life because we’re not in each other’s pockets all the time. I love knowing that you want me every time I see you; I get frustrated when the girls have holidays and we have to stay apart, but it is worth it. I’ve never been happier.”

“How do you think the girls will react when they learn the truth, especially the part about not marrying? I think that Jenny may be upset that she’s missing the chance of getting a mother; she thinks the world of you.

“Anyway, all that’s academic because what I’m about to propose will really rock the boat, but if we do go ahead with my suggestion then we are in for a really fantastic life together.”

“Stop being enigmatic and tell me what you’re talking about before I hit you.”

When I finally ran out of steam and eased my cock out of her, she got off her knees and then used the cushion she’d been kneeling on to beat me around my head. It was worth it, she loves being taken, doggy style, so she’d put as much effort into the proceedings as she’d been able to, once I’d demonstrated that I was in charge.

“Now I’ll do as you so nicely requested. Here are the few facts of which I’m aware:

Anne fancies me.

She also fancies Jenny; after she’d seen what you were doing she couldn’t wait for the chance to try it out on her.

Jenny loved it, which caused her to think that she may be a Lesbian.

She wanted to find out if that was true, so she suggested that she’d be safer finding out with me than with some oik behind the bike shed.

So be aware that I have had sex with my daughter, more than once, and now she know that she’s not a committed Lesbian, she’ll take what comes.

The girls are well aware of how we feel about each other, but not that we’ve acted on that feeling.

Jenny wants your body, and mine.

Anne wants my body, and in all probability, yours.

I don’t know if the last two items are intended as separate activities or a permutation, but it could be fun finding out.

I would be more than happy for Anne to realize her desire to have me do to her, that which I do to you, but that’s your call, for now.

I have no problems with you having sex with the girls, whether or not I’m present.

Now you’ve got the salient facts you have some thinking to do about the answer to the question: Would you be comfortable in our two families being involved in a group incestuous relationship?”

I went to make coffee while she digested what she’d just heard.

She was quiet for a while as she sorted the various scenarios out; then she told me that she would have to talk to the girls, especially Anne, but if they were up for what I’d just proposed, then she certainly was.

She followed that up with some information of her own with which I was delighted.

“I have never told you this because it belongs to a life I thought was over. My Mother was a Lesbian. She and dad had an ‘understanding’. He did any female he could get hold of and that would have included me if she hadn’t read him his fortune. He stayed away from me but her pals were fair game, until he realised that they weren’t interested and he departed.”

“None of her lovers tried to involve me, but one day mum asked me to take some magazines to one of them, a close friend of hers who had been ill. I did; I should never have agreed to help her friend to have a bath, but I did.”

“Anyway, two or three sherry’s later I was finding out exactly what they did and I know I enjoyed it. We never let mum find out though. We normally had our little sessions on Tuesdays and Fridays, but on one occasion I was unable to meet her on the Friday so we met on the Saturday.

“Saturday was the day her nephew chose to come for a surprise visit, and it was a success, we all got a surprise. After the dust had settled, he’d had his aunt, I’d had my first male and we’d all had our first threesome.

“I ended up marrying him. Anne was born and three years later we divorced. It was amicable; we really weren’t suited to each other. He became successful and I’m happy for him because he was very good to me after the divorce, he pays me far more maintenance than he is legally required to do and never forgets Anne’s birthday. He also bought the house for me on condition that I didn’t sell it for Twenty-five years.

“That means I can’t move into town, which is where he lives with his partner, so it was the village life for me and I became very bored, and frustrated. I saw an ad in the ‘personals’ section of the local rag and took the plunge. Lovely woman, not too far away and willing to travel to me, we liked each other so the first meeting went all the way to paradise.

“You spoilt all that. The first time I saw you at the school gates and listened to you talking to Jenny I wanted to get to know you, a week of that and I wanted you inside me and nothing else would do.

“My ‘friend’ and I are still friends, but now we just chat. She has two chemists’ shops in town and like your staff; hers are all fully trained so she can take time when she wants. She knows why I stopped seeing her, but never tries to get me to change my mind.

“When you asked me in for a mid-morning coffee, I was floating. When you kissed me I almost came on the spot. Actually I did, but that was the next day and you came first.”

I broke in at this point.

“I’ve just been told that the sexy lady at the chemists shop is your ex-lover. Is she the tall blonde one with curly hair?”

“Yes, that’s her. So you think she’s sexy do you?”

“I know she’s sexy; you think she’s sexy, and so does she. I believe we are all correct.”

“What you’ve told me makes what I want to do a great deal easier to achieve, I was wondering how we could manage to teach the girls all they need to know about sex so they could be safe and happy, no matter what sex their partner was, well now we can.

“We have to act slowly or we may scare them off, it isn’t exactly a normal situation. We can take the rest of this week to decide what, how, when and where, we teach them.

“Are you sure you have no misgivings about me having sex with Anne?”

“None at all she is now old enough to decide for herself and it sounds as though she’s already done that, you’ve been honest enough to tell me you fancy her so I suppose I don’t need to worry.”

“Susan, I just want to fuck her, I’m not interested in trying to get her to fall in love with me. I love you, I love screwing you whenever you’re willing to let me, but since Anne and Jenny started to tease me I’ve had an urgent desire to fuck her as soon as I can, as often as she’ll allow me to. If I can, I will fuck both our daughters but their bodies are not a replacement for yours.

“This started out as an attempt to make sure that they learned about sex in a safe manner, but I have to admit that it’s growing into more than just that.”

Then the ‘phone rang.

It was one of the college admin staff. Because of a fire in the college chemistry lab all students were being sent home until matters were resolved, I should therefore arrange for my daughter to be collected.

I could, I would and I did. We arrived at the school to find that parking was almost impossible because three fire engines and attendant police cars take up a lot of space.

The police were doing their best to organize the parental horde which surrounded them, and eventually a procedure was worked out to enable parents to collect students, and learn about the arrangements put in place following the fire in the chemistry lab, and then leave, in a reasonably short a time.

The college Admin department had done a sterling job of getting a situation report out together with the news that the college would be closed for the rest of the week until the mess was cleared and some alternative accommodation was arranged.

It appeared that during maintenance work carried out during the holiday period, an electrician had made a botch of some rewiring and because the fault was in the ceiling void, it took a long time for the fire alarm system to detect the resultant fire. One thing was certain; the chemistry department would be in temporary quarters for some time to come.

Our plans had to change. I had a steaming woman beside me, one throbbing girl that I knew about, behind me and one who was, I believed, simmering alongside her. I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought of what could lay ahead.

Before I could get a word out, Susan told the girls that we were going to eat in town, which was news to me, and then going to my house because we had some news for them and many questions to ask and answer.

That grabbed their attention, but Susan would only say that they should relax for now because they weren’t getting any hints.

Anne said that she’d already guessed that we were having an affair and wanted us to tell them that we were going to get married. Susan merely smiled. It was a quieter meal than the ones we usually had, but eventually we managed some sort of normality so the girls had to keep their questions until we got to my house.

We’d dined well, if somewhat early, so were able to relax and open a bottle of good red wine, and then the evening began in earnest.

Susan sat on the sofa between the girls and taking Jenny’s hand she said:

“It’s time for some straight talking between us. You’re going to be told some very private stuff, but you must promise never to repeat anything you learn here.

“Max and I have been lovers for Four years and we know that we are ideally suited to each other. The most important fact as far as you girls are concerned is that we have absolutely no wish to marry.

“We wanted things to remain as they are, but the events of the last three days have caused us to remember our parental responsibilities and that we have a duty to ensure that you two are fully aware of the pleasures, and dangers, of a rounded sexual life.

“It needs to be learned, and managing that safely is hard for some to achieve. We are in a position to ensure that that does not apply to you.

“On Friday, Max discovered that you two are more than a little interested in matters sexual, both of you have very recently experienced girl on girl sex, and because of that, Jenny has already discovered the pleasures of being bi-sexual. Well, you’ve no idea how pleased we are about that.

“Tell me Jenny, did you enjoy having sex with Anne? And you Anne, Did you enjoy it?”

Both girls were now bright pink and staring at each other, but the both whispered yes.

Susan sighed and then asked if they believed that they knew all they needed to know about lesbian sex, after a little glance at each other the girls said that they were sure they had more to learn.

“Well I do know a great deal about it. For many years it was the only sex I had and if you two agree, I will teach you all I know. Yes that does mean that we three will be sexually active, there won’t be a thing that we won’t know about each other’s bodies, likes and dislikes.

“Think about that overnight. I give you this piece of news, I would love to teach you all I know, but we will honour whatever you decide.

“That leaves us with the other half of the sexual equation. Anne, Would I be wrong in thinking that you would get into bed with Max if the opportunity arose, especially as I know he’d love you to do just that.

“I know you’ve tried to tease him by wearing your new bikini and parading around in front of him and you know exactly what effect that would have on any breathing male. So, am I right or wrong?”

Anne didn’t turn red; she looked directly at me and spoke to me alone.

“I realised that Jenny had a secret which she didn’t want to share with me, which was unusual. It was obvious she was hiding something so I’ve kept on at her all day until she told me what you and she did, I’m envious of her and I want so badly to also do it with you.”

“Then it won’t be long until that happens. I haven’t forgotten what you looked like in that bikini.”

Susan suggested that the girls had enough to think about so we should leave things the subject until the morning. She was whistling in the wind because there was little chance that things were going to wait until tomorrow.

It was now early evening; there was no school tomorrow, I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I did know that someone was going to be screwed before the night was over and by now I didn’t mind who it would be.

“Girls, just bear this in mind, if you decide to do as we wish then our relationships with each other are going to change, forever. Whenever other people are present I’m afraid you’ll have to address us as mum or dad, but in the privacy of our homes please use our names.

“I want you both to be totally at ease and relaxed about the activities we’re proposing, so if you’ve any misgivings, then now is the time to air them.

“Dad, er… Max. Please stop talking about our feelings. If we had any doubts you’d have known all about them by now. Please tell us how we begin.”

“Before we start I must ask you to have had breakfast by 9am because the cleaner will be here at 9:30 and she’s never late. She’ll be here until 1:30 because she changes all the bed linen on Tuesday’s and takes the used linen to the laundry.

“Okay, I’m putting some pieces of paper in this bag with a different coupling on each one. Susan, are you happy for us to begin this evening?”

“Well, the girls are still here so I guess they are ready and I know we are so let’s go for it. Jenny, close your eyes then pick one slip of paper from this bag and place it on the table.”

She did so and then I then asked Anne to open it and announce the chosen couple. The tension was apparent as she opened the slip and read the contents before throwing it in the air and leaping at me.

I was knocked over backwards into the armchair I had vacated a few minutes earlier. Anne Asked me to stay there until she returned, then she ran from the room and could be heard running up the stairs.

While this was happening Susan had gone to Jenny and hugged her closely. I heard her say that if Jenny was in agreement she thought that it might be a good moment to retire to the privacy of her bedroom. She winked at me as they left the room; my lover taking my daughter to bed, it would take a little getting used to, but I knew she would be feeling the same emotion.

I heard a faint “Wow” from the stairwell then Anne stopped the world turning for a moment as she returned to the living room dressed in Jenny’s bikini bottom but with bare breasts.

“I’m sorry Max; the top was too small for me.”

As if I cared.

The End

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Angela and her companions venture into the shifting maze of the Labyrinth.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love
Chapter Seven: Shifting Paths
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island

I walked into the Temple of Luben, a small structure dwarfed by the more popular religions of Pater, Slata, and Seljan. It was modest on the outside and plain in the inside. The floors were a checkered pattern of black and white stone, dark-stained pews forming two rows advancing towards an altar of black and white granite. Beyond, a statue of the God of Marriage, arms spread wide in welcome, was lit by candles flicking about his feet. Red tulips were held in vases beside every pew.

“It is late to seek the temple of marriage, sir Knight,” a woman’s voice said.

My eyes snapped around to one of the small transepts lining the edges of the main hall. She knelt before a smaller altar with a pair of statues, a man and woman, behind it. The stone figures held hands with the marriage binds about their wrists. No doubt they were one of the patrons of the temple, the priestess praying to Luben for their marriage.

She rose with a grunt, shifting with an awkward sway. She turned, the front of her white robes, trimmed in black, bulged from her heavily pregnant stomach. She had the red skin of Thlin, her white-blonde hair pulled back in a loose braid, a motherly smile on her lips.

“Be welcome, sir Knight, to the Temple of Marriage and Fidelity,” she breathed as she waddled out of the transept, her hands idly rubbing at the front of her robes. “Husband, we have a guest.”

“Hmm?” a voice grunted from another transept. A moment later a tall man stepped out, head shaved bald, his blond beard woven and trimmed into a square shape. He was also Thlinian, his skin a darker red than his wife’s. Every temple of Luben was run by a married couple. The priest’s robes were black and trimmed in white, his hands folded before him, hidden by the sleeves of his vestments. “Ah, Sir Knight, here to offer a prayer to your wife’s fidelity while you partake on a perilous quest?”

I shook my head, a wave of nervousness coursed through me. I shifted, so aware that the Labyrinth ran beneath my feet. That Angela was down there about to tackle the Minotaur, a foe nearly as dangerous as the dragon Dominari.

I should be down there with her. I should have journeyed with her, the precepts be damned. No one knight could take on Dominari. Scores had faced her and died. Entire armies had burned in her fires. She was the last of the great dragons, the strongest to survive, grown cunning with age but content to stay in her desolation and haunt the Despeir Mountains.

I should have understood her heart. I should have loved her enough to let her be herself instead of trying to convince her not to be a knight.

“Such grief,” the priestess said as she stepped up before me. “Do you wish to pray to win back the heart of your lover?”

“Luben is the god of Love, but he does not give out ‘love potions.’ Those are instruments of Lust and the foul god Las.” The priest eyes hardened. “Your lover is free to love whom she will. Luben will not try and dissuade her.”

“My lover,” I swallowed, the pain welling. “My lover has forgotten me. She made a deal with an oracle for a prophecy. I…” Tears burned in my eyes. I took a deep breath. I was a Knight Deute, not a love-sick boy. My hand clenched. “I need a way to break the demigoddess’s power, to reawaken her to our love so I can protect her.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the priestess breathed, her hand reaching out and touching the vambrace covering my right arm, stroking the metal. “I am truly sorry for you.”

“Love ripped apart,” sighed the priest. “Yes, there is a way to fix her.”

“True love’s kiss,” smiled the priestess. “Kneel, Sir Knight, and receive Luben’s blessing. Let the power of your love break the demigoddess’s enchantment. Nothing can stop love. It is the most powerful force in the universe. It resides in all of us, the gift of Luben to the mortal and immortal races.”

“Thank you,” I breathed as I knelt in a clink of armor.

“Know that your love must be true for this to work,” added the priest as he placed his hand on my forehead. His wife’s hand joined his, clasping together on my forehead. “She must love you, too.”

She gave me up for the prophecy.

I clenched my eyes closed. She had to love me. “She does. I’m sure of it.”

“Then Blessed Luben, God of Marriage, Love, and Fidelity, let this young man’s love shine bright,” the priest spoke. “Let it pierce through the veils of enchantment wreathing his lover’s mind.”

“Let his lover once again feel the purity of his feelings, Blessed Luben,” the priestess said, her voice ringing true. “God of Marriage, Love, and Fidelity, let her heart’s beat overcome that which has obscured her memory.”

“Let Love reunite these lovers in your name, Luben,” they said together. Lights flared white and black, dancing, entwining about their bodies and flowing down into my flesh. I shivered, my hands both clenching as a wondrous beauty settled into me. Something pure, at once both simple as the petals of a rose and as profound as the awe its petals stirred in the heart and imagination of the beholder.

Tears fell down my cheeks as the priests withdrew their hands.

“May your love be true, Sir Knight,” the priestess said, her hand going to her stomach.

“Thank you,” I said, rising, my armor clinking. I had a chance to save Angela. When she emerged from the labyrinth, I would have to kiss her, reawaken her love, and then I would save her. I would find a way to preserve her life.

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Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth

“So…which way?” I asked as we reached the first junction of the Labyrinth.

It was damp and cold in the tunnels. Behind us, moonlight spilled down the stairs we walked in. Stone ground above us, the large disc slowly turning. We had a few hours to find the Minotaur, slay him, and escape before we were trapped for a day down here.

I shivered. I did not want to be trapped for a day down here. My robes already felt damp and the smell… A musty rot pervaded the dungeon mixed with a sour rank, like something unwashed for a hundred years. I wrinkled my nose, staring at the walls of mortared stone, my pink light shining next to me, but not shedding much light to either right or left.

“When solving a maze, the best way is to place your hand on either the right or left wall and follow it to the end,” Faoril said. “If there is a way to the center, then you will find it eventually.”

“And the rumor that the place rearranges itself?” Minx asked, staring at the floor. She bent down, stroking her finger along the mortar groove. “There is a segment right here.”

Xera nodded, her ears twitching. “Yes, this line extends to the walls and ceiling.”

“Then we need another way,” Xandra said. She rubbed her hands together. Chaun, beside her, strummed his lyre with a stimulating note.

“Sophia’s divination spell,” Angela said. “She’s used it in the past.”

“I have,” I smiled at my Queen. I found Faoril with it and the caravan to take us out into the desert. “It can guide us. Wonderful.” Then my smile fell. I had to masturbate.

“Well, let’s get to it,” Minx grinned, straightening her short stature, her metallic-red hair looking almost pink in my light.

“I have to masturbate and orgasm,” I said, my cheeks pinking. “Thrak, Chaun, turn around.”

“But you are such a radiant flower, Sophia,” Chaun said, strumming his lyre again, this time with a lusty note that made me shiver, my pussy growing wetter. “I seem to recall how much you enjoyed being paraded on the Golden Hunger.”

“Because my Queen commanded,” I answered. I glanced at Angela, her smile amused.

“I’ll make sure they keep their backs to you,” Faoril said, kneeling, her red robes swishing and her silver nose ring glinting in my pink light. “Men, I think a fresh dose of both your cum will be a useful thing. So come here and let me blow you.”

Chaun glanced at Xandra who gave him a loving smile. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips before her sapphire eyes looked at me with a hot hunger. She had changed since we left Hargone. More confident. It made her even sexier.

I unbelted my robe, licking my lips as I stared at Xandra and her eyes falling on my small breasts, my nipples so hard. I let my white robes slip to the floor, letting out a little shiver. It was chilly in here. But I was a temple-trained servant of Saphique. I could masturbate in a blizzard.

Probably.

“I could use help to make me cum,” I purred at Xandra as my hands slid down my stomach to my shaved pudenda. “Volunteers are welcomed.”

“Sure,” Minx said. The halfling was behind me. I gasped as she grabbed my butt-cheeks, pried them apart, and licked at my sphincter. She rimmed me with her tiny tongue, swirling about my asshole. “Mmm, not bad, Sophia. Tasty ass.”

“Everything about Sophia is tasty,” Angela smiled, her hand resting on her sword as she leaned against the wall by the junction. Xera moved to the opposite side, her ears twitching, the gold flecks gleaming in the shamrock tucked behind her right ear. She was lush and naked, always a delight to stare at.

Especially with a naughty halfling rimming my asshole.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Chain groaned as Faoril sucked noisily on his cock, making such obscene sounds. I tried not to notice the ebony and swarthy dicks. I could just see them as her mouth went back and forth, sucking on them, eager for the nasty cum to spill in their lips.

“I can help you, Sophia,” Xandra said, her voice so musical, a bird’s dulcets.

The slim woman moved to me, her nipples pressing on her sleeveless top, her knee-length skirt swishing. Her eyes were so bright in my pink light. My pussy clenched as I rubbed at my clit, eager to feel Xandra’s tongue on my pussy, licking, nuzzling, driving me wild towards my orgasm.

As Xandra fell to her knees before me, Minx’s tongue wiggled into my asshole. It was so tiny, swirling, teasing, sending sensations rippling to my pussy. I groaned, shuddered. Xandra’s delicate fingers stroked my inner thigh as she leaned her face forward, her breath washing across my pussy.

And she licked.

“Oh, Xandra,” I moaned, her tongue sliding so wonderfully through the folds of my pussy, teasing me, exciting me. “Mmm, that’s great. Oooh, yes.”

“And what about me?” Minx asked. “Isn’t my tongue great?”

“Yes, it is, you naughty halfling,” I moaned, sliding my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them as the halfling jammed her tongue back into my asshole. “Oh you are just delicious. Mmm, I love it. Worm that tongue into my asshole while Xandra devours my pussy.”

“She’s great at that,” groaned Chaun.

“Don’t look over your shoulder,” I groaned as the bard grinned at me, his teeth so white compared to his midnight-black skin. “Just enjoy your blowjob.”

“I am,” groaned Chaun, Faoril sucking with such enthusiasm.

I closed my eyes, ignoring Chaun’s and Thrak’s grunts and groans as Faoril gobbled their cocks. I concentrated on the delight of Xandra’s tongue probing into my pussy, swirling around, gathering my cream. She had her face pressed so tight into my pussy, her sapphire eyes shining up at me.

Oh, she enjoyed it.

Minx’s small fingers massaged my ass as her tongue probed and swirled. Then she sucked on my asshole, making me buck, my clit throbbing against Xandra’s delicate lips. The avian slid her tongue to it, stroking my nub, sending pleasure racing through my body.

Her delicate fingers slid slowly into my pussy.

“Xandra,” I panted. “Oh, Xandra, you delicious woman. Mmm, you really know how to please my clit.”

“You taught me well,” the married avian giggled. She licked again, her blue eyes so bright. I shuddered, my toes curling in my shoes as I trembled.

I pinched and pulled at my nipples, loving the pleasure surging through me. The dual delights of Minx and Xandra made me shudder. My head tossed back. My tongue stud ran across the back of my teeth as I moaned. Xandra’s tongue fluttered on my clit. My pussy clenched about Xandra’s pumping fingers, shooting such wonderful waves through my body.

Minx sucked harder on my asshole, loving it. Her fingers traced up my butt to my spine. I gasped as she stroked up my spine, her small finger had such a light touch. The sensations shot up and down my back, making me tremble, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“Faoril,” Chaun groaned. “Oh, you hungry, cock-sucking mage. Oh, damn, drink my cum.”

I tried to block out his voice, followed a moment later by Thrak’s bellowing grunts as he unloaded into Faoril’s mouth. I pulled and pinched my nipples, twisting my pink nubs. I pulled on them, savoring the pain.

My orgasm built in me. Hot and amazing. Xandra’s tongue fluttered harder on my clit, flicking over and over before she sucked on it. I bucked, my pussy clenching on her fingers as they pumped so deep into my silky depths.

My right hand shot between my thighs, pushing past her face, and added my fingers to my pussy as I came.

Pleasure burst inside of me. My cunt spasmed on both our fingers, clenching and relaxing, massaging them as rapture radiated through me. I moaned, savoring Minx’s sucking mouth on my asshole.

“Saphique, I pray that you find what I seek,” I moaned, my pussy growing hot around my digits, juices gushing out of me. I ripped my fingers out as Xandra licked up my cream, moaning her delight. I brought my pussy-stained fingers to my breast, rubbing my cream into my nipple. “Guide me with your loving wisdom.”

Breast milk leaked out, coating my fingers. A tingle rushed through my orgasming body. I felt a pull to the right as I bucked and squirmed between Xandra and Minx, groaning and gasping my pleasure as I swayed.

“Right!” I moaned. “We should go right. That will get us to the minotaur.”

“Wonderful,” Xandra smiled, her lips stained with my juices. She stood up, beaming at me.

I had to kiss her. So I did. I savored my tart juices on her lips, my body trembling, eager for more sex. But we were in the Labyrinth. This wasn’t the time to pull Xandra to the floor and devour her pussy until she exploded.

Even if it would be wonderful.

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Minx

Thrak brought up the rear, Faoril with him, her ball of light bright and white. Chaun and Xandra were next, the avian holding her fire totem, a ball of dancing flame hovering before her, shedding more light, then walked Angela and Sophia, the acolyte guiding us through the turns of the Labyrinth as we moved deeper and deeper. I walked at the front beside Xera, our eyes scanning.

“There, a tripwire,” Xera said, pointing before us.

I squinted, staring at where she pointed. I could just make out a slight gleam from Sophia’s light. It was almost impossible to spot against the gray stone. I shook my head in annoyance as I padded forward. I again failed to spot it. I had never encountered such cunningly hidden traps and alarms. Pushing down my frustration, I knelt before the tripwire, examining it.

“Why does it keep rumbling?” Sophia asked. “Is the maze really changing shape around us?”

“Maybe,” Faoril said.

I ignored them as I followed the tripwire to the right. It led to the mortar between two stones. I pulled out a slim tipped dagger, probing at the mortar. It was soft, a substance that only appeared to be solid mortar. I pried it away and revealed the inner mechanism for the trap. The wire held a lever back, a spring attached to it, taunt. It wanted to slam the lever forward and trigger something in the ceiling but the trip wore prevented it.

I looked up.

“False ceiling,” Xera said.

I nodded my head in agreement, my skin crawling. “Probably drops something nasty on us.”

I pulled my thief tools, rolled up in black felt to keep them from rattling, out of my pouch. I unfurled them on the floor, a collection of lock picks, small crowbars, delicate tweezers, and a pair of tin shears. I pulled those out and reached through the small gap for the spring. I took a deep breath and snipped the spring. It twanged.

I flinched.

Nothing fell.

“Okay, it’s disarmed,” I said. I cut the wire with the sheers, the lever staying upright, and put away my tools. “We’re safe until the next one.”

“Why are there even traps?” asked Sophia. “Isn’t a terrifying maze that rearranges itself good enough.”

“It’s to keep the Minotaur trapped,” said Faoril.

“A good reason to keep the maze moving,” Thrak nodded. “Else the brute would learn how to escape his prison.”

“But don’t they send sacrifices in once every ten years?” Sophia asked. “Poor girls given to satiate the Minotaur’s bestial lusts?” She hugged herself. “How do they make it through?”

“The custodian guides them,” Faoril said. “Perhaps there are records of the maze. Or maybe every ten years a certain alignment is reached allowing the girls to be brought to the Minotaur along paths with no traps.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Angela said. “Time is ticking. We’ve been down here a half-hour. Three-and-a-half more, and then we’re stuck in here for the night.”

“Right,” I said, standing up. “Sophia, there’s a junction ahead.”

“We’re going left,” the acolyte said as I walked down the corridor, my entire body tensed, searching, breathing.

Gods, it stank. I felt sorry for Xera and her keen elf senses.

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Xerathalasia

A riot of sensory information bombarded me as we walked through the Labyrinth. A dozen different sources of stench filled the air, rising out of the bowels of the maze. Decaying corpses, molding cloth, spoiled food, the rank stench of an unwashed beast, old blood, damp stone, and the fester of standing water. Various oscillations hummed through the floor, some remote, some close, the sound of stone grinding on stone, the moving of metal mechanisms, and the regular click of gears twisting, turning.

The maze was being rearranged around us. A giant clock ticked away. And the changes sounded fast, the corridors moving with blinding speed when they were rearranged. I feared that passageways we had already passed through had moved. We would not be able to backtrack to find our way out of the Labyrinth.

We reached the next intersection. “Keep straight,” Sophia said from behind me.

Would her divination spell be thrown off if the Labyrinth rearranged itself?

I moved forward through the intersection. The bones of a corpse, covered in rusting iron, lay a few yards down the right hand corridor. How many would-be heroes were so hopelessly lost in the Labyrinth that they never found the Minotaur and died of starvation and dehydration? There were faded chalk marks on the wall and sometimes length of rotten string lay on the ground, signs that someone had tried to mark their back trail

I ignored those. I had to keep looking for traps. My eyes scanned the tiles, the walls, the ceiling and…

“Pressure plate,” I said when we were a hundred feet past the intersection. “Three stones in front of you and two to the left, Minx.”

The halfling’s head moved. “Yes, yes, I see it.”

I had tried a few times not mentioning traps to see if Minx would spot them. She had keen eyes, but she missed them every time. Maybe there wasn’t enough light down here for her to see, or maybe the traps were too cunningly concealed for anyone but an elf to find.

Minx moved forward, falling down on her hands and knees, pressing her cheek against the adjacent stone, examining the pressure plate. It stuck a fraction of an inch higher than the surrounding tiles, almost unnoticeable.

The party stopped, Sophia letting out a frustrated moan. Chaun leaned against the stone wall and strummed his lyre. Xandra was right beside him, humming to the chord he stroked, her fingers idly tracing across the lines carved on her fire totem. Her ball for fire danced in the air. Beyond them, Thrak turned around, facing down the intersection we came, hands on his two-handed ax. Faoril pulled out her notebook and scratched some notes, adding a faint scent of burning paper to the air.

The click of gears echoed right beneath us. Tick, tick, tick. My ears twitched as I straightened, staring at the floor. It was so loud. Sophia, yawning, blinked and shifted on her feet, staring down at the floor.

“That feels close,” she muttered.

“Hmm?” Angela asked, her eyes facing forward, her kite shield strapped to her left arm, her right hand going to the pommel of her sword, prepared to draw.

The floor rumbled violently beneath us as the ticking grew louder. A great, groaning echo vibrated the floor from stone sliding on stone.

My eyes shot to Chaun. He leaned against the dividing crack in the wall, half on one side, half on the other. And the shifting happened fast. Fear shot through me, and I moved without thought, darting to Chaun as he blinked.

“Move,” I shouted, the groaning growing louder.

The floor shook. Xandra stumbled backwards towards me. I rushed past her and threw myself at Chaun as the back section of the hallway pivoted, turning to the left. Suddenly, only half of his back was against the wall as the corridor spun fast, carnying his body to the opposite side and the cutting boundary of stone.

My jump carried me to him. I crashed into him, tumbling us both to the floor as stone groaned and ground. Dust flared, the floor moved beneath us. Thrak and Faoril fell to the ground with a grunt. We slid, the corridor spinning so fast and then it stopped a heartbeat later.

“What?” Faoril gasped, struggling to stand.

“The tunnel shifted,” I groaned, rolling to my feet. The corridor, which had been facing north and south, now faced east and west. It linked up to a new set of hallways leading off into the gloom of the labyrinth.

“Las’s putrid cum,” Chaun groaned as he stood, staring in the direction he thought was south but was really west. “Where did everyone go?”

“They’re on the other side of the wall,” I said, pointing south. “it must be thirty feet of stone between us and them.”

My stomach twisted as I stared at the stone. I stood up, my knee burning, skinned by the fall and rolling as the hallway shifted rapidly. The clock mechanism below had stilled. I heard it ticking farther away, the violent grind of stone as another section of the Labyrinth turned ninety degrees.

“Xandra,” Chaun shouted as he stood up, staring at the wall, his shoulders trembling.

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Xandra

“Chaun?” I squeaked, staring at the solid rock that had been the corridor only seconds before.
It had swung so fast. Xera barely pushed him through before it closed. It would have cut my husband in half if she hadn’t saved him. I gripped my fire totem, the elemental dancing with agitation, feeding off my emotions as I stared at the wall in horror.

“Chaun!”

“Where did they go?” Angela asked.

“Cernere’s nimble fingers,” groaned Minx, still kneeling before the pressure plate, her knife prepared to pry it up.

“It moved,” I said. “Chaun!” I rushed to the wall, pounded on it.

My hand hurt.

“Oh, no,” Sophia groaned. “That’s not good.”

“We need to get to them,” Angela said, rushing towards me, her armor clinking. She stopped by me, touching the stone wall. She ran her hand over it. “It looks like the other dead ends we passed.”

“Which probably aren’t always dead ends,” Minx said, standing up.

I wanted to shake. I wanted to panic. But I couldn’t. Not right now. We were in the Labyrinth. This was life or death. I had to keep calm, keep my fear under control. I had fought the knights and the imps. I could think and stay calm. I could act.

I shoved my hand into my pouch and pulled out my earth totem, freshly carved this afternoon while waiting for evening. I gripped it, feeling the straight lines carved into the kapok wood. I touched them, reaching out to the earth elementals, focusing my control.

“Open a passage for me,” I commanded, visualizing a tunnel through the stone wall reaching to my husband.

The totem vibrated in my hand. Elementals were around us, moving unseen, controlling the forces of nature, making sure the world worked in harmony as the Gods intended when they created it. The stone tiles at my feet burst apart, melding, merging, forming into the shape of a bulky man, the body to house the elemental. I stroked the lines carved into my totem, the pattern guiding my thoughts, focusing my will on its task.

The elemental’s body grated and groaned as it moved. It placed its hands against the wall and pressed into the stones. The blocks flowed like gray candle wax dripping from the flame, spreading outward from its hands. They parted, widening a hole, the excess forming a dripping goop. The tunnel melted deeper and deeper, more stone flowing outward, forming a pair growing, blobby piles on either side of the opening.

“That’s working,” Sophia said as the elemental walked inward, hollowing out the tunnel.

“Yes, you’re doing very well,” I sang to my elemental.

I still held my fire totem in my left hand. My fingers stroked the triangular patterns on it, sending the dancing fire elemental after the earth, lighting up the tunnel. The sides were smooth. A river of waxy stone flowing down the sides and across the floor before splitting out to build on the twin piles at my feet. It bored ten feet, twenty feet, and—

Heat burned through my totem. The earth elemental flinched backward.

“Luben’s fidelity,” I gasped. “Something burned my elemental.”

“There’s something glinting in there,” Minx said. “Like gold paneling.”

I frowned, moving into the tunnel with the halfling. My elemental stood still. The melting stone had revealed a wall of gold at the end of the stone passageway. I frowned. Earth elementals could handle metal as well as rock. Both were under their control.

“You flinched,” Minx said, standing on her tiptoes to stare at the foot-wide area of the metal revealed. “Like your totem grew hot.”

I nodded my head. “It was like fighting the knights.”

“I think this is gold-chromium alloy. Like Captain Thyrna’s nipple piercing but on a far larger scale.”

“So we can’t get through?” I frowned.

Minx shook her head. “They must have covered each moving section of tunnel in antimagic alloy. Imagine how easy it would be for a mage or a shaman to get into the Labyrinth. They could just do what you did. Cernere didn’t want her son to escape.”

“So how do we find the others?” I asked, trembling. Chaun was on the other side of the metal wall.

“I’m more worried about the traps,” Minx said. “Xera’s with them. She can guide them through the maze. Probably.” Minx looked over her shoulder. “But I can’t spot the traps without her pointing them out. They’re too well hidden.”

“That’s not good,” Sophia said, peering into the hole.

“Do you know a divination spell that finds traps?” Minx asked.

The acolyte shook her head. “I didn’t pay attention to divination spells. I may have been licking the novices’ pussies.”

“So, we just walk ahead blind?” asked Angela. “Or do we wait until the corridor shifts?”

“How long will that take?” Minx asked as we walked out of the tunnel. “If this place is on a ten year clock…”

“Las’s putrid cock,” Angela swore, glancing over her shoulder. “And you’re sure you can’t find the traps, Minx?”

“Not without Xera or any magic.” She glanced up at me. “Can your elementals find them?”

“Well…” I frowned, thinking. “The traps are part of the stonework, yes?”

“So far they have been tripwires and pressure plates that use false mortar to hide the seems.”

“Let me try something.” I stroked the lines of my earth totem, sending the elemental merging into the stones and moving through them, examining them. I could feel it pass through the rocks and then the mortar. The different types of stone felt different like they each had distinct flavor I could “taste.” I moved the elemental down the corridor. I had a vague memory of where the pressure plate lay, but it was hard to tell exactly which brick Minx had been examining before the corridor shifted.

I had the elemental surging back and forth through the rocks, phasing through the individual blocks of the floor as it swept back and forth up the corridor. It flowed from stone then into the soft mortar for brief moments and then back into the stone and… The mortar felt even softer around one tile. Weaker.

I walked forward and paused before the block. Beyond the even softer mortar was metal. A mechanism. “The pressure plate is right here.”

“You sure?” Minx asked.

I nodded my head. “There’s metal gears in the ground beneath it and the mortar feels different.”

“Yep, that’s it,” Minx nodded, falling to her knees and probing at the mortar with her tools.

Sophia gave me a hug. “You’re amazing, Xandra.”

I smiled. And then she kissed me. And that made me flutter in excitement for a moment.

“So we press on without the others?” Angela said, her voice tight, wary.

“They’ll try to find the minotaur, too,” Minx said. “I don’t think we have a choice. Not if we can move safely.”

“Las’s damned, putrid cock and foul cum,” growled Angela, her red hair almost bristling. “Fine, let’s move when you have that trap disabled.

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Warlock Faoril
“Well, that’s not good,” I said, staring at the layer of gold metal revealed when I melted the stone bricks. My magic fizzled when it had touched it. “That’s the same metal as Captain Thyrna’s nipple ring.”

Thrak let out a grunt.

“Las’s cock,” groaned Chaun.

Xera’s ears twitched as she examined the metal. She pressed her ear against it. “I can hear them, but they are faint.” She rapped on the metal and frowned. “This is thick, maybe five feet.”

“Five feet?” growled Thrak. “Of solid metal?”

“Yes,” Xera sighed. “Xandra and Minx are on the other side, but I can barely hear them. They have discovered this, too.”

Chaun strummed an angry note on his lyre.

“This has to be the work of Gods,” Thrak grunted. “To forge that much metal around a section of the maze. Grahat must have been a demigod himself. A son of Krab, perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” I said, frowning. “Let me try something else.”

I sent out my air magic rushing down the corridor. I closed my eyes, feeling the shape of the walls as the wind rushed down it. I hit the first branching corridor, a T, and split my wind into two directions, fixing the image of the maze in my head. The winds flowed faster, the right wind hitting a V junction, my wind splitting in half. Now I tracked three. The left wind hit a crossing corridor.

Now I had six paths I followed, my wind diving through the maze, struggling to figure out which one would lead us back to our companions. But the maze kept splitting, turning, winding. I tried to focus on the image of the maze in my head, but it became harder and harder to keep track of each turn. My mental map grew fuzzy.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I blinked, letting go of my magic and stepping back. “It’s huge. It goes on and on, branching, twisting”

“And reshaping,” Xera said, her ears twitching worse. “I think our friends are pressing on.”

“Futile to wait here,” Thrak grunted. “If this maze is on a ten year cycle, this corridor might not shift again for that much time.”

“Let me try again,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Let me see if I can find a way to get to our friends, work back to that section.”

Thrak came up behind me, rubbing my shoulders, relaxing the tension. I sighed and sent out my wind gusting down the corridor. This time, I didn’t split it. I guided it to the right at the T junction then right again at the V junction. I took any turn that would lead me back to Angela. I worked through the maze. I quickly slammed into a dead end. I backtracked, struggling to hold the turns in my head as I headed right, biting my lip.

There had to be away to the section our friends were in and…

The corridor vibrated, disturbing my wind. I felt it turn, move, twist, and… I lost my wind. The antimagic wall cut me off. “Las’s cock,” I spat, snapping my eyes open. “It just shifted on me.”

“We need someone devious to figure out how to move through here,” Xera said. “This place was built by Cernere, Goddess of Crime. Her mind is a labyrinth. She designed this place to be difficult to navigate.”

“So we need someone devious,” sighed Thrak, glancing at the hole I opened.

Chaun snapped his fingers, a look of triumph on his face.

“I don’t think Minx is devious enough to figure out this place,” I said.

“Not Minx,” Chaun grinned, his pointed ears twitching with his excitement.

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Knave Angela

We moved deeper into the labyrinth, Xandra gripping her earth totem in both hands, Sophia leading the slim avian girl as she controlled her earth elemental. Xandra walked in a trance, sweeping the corridor ahead of us, looking for any traps. She had found seven so far. Three tripwires and four pressure plates. Other than traps, we had seen nothing unusual.

But we smelled the beast. The foul stench grew thicker as Sophia guided us. His reek cloyed the air, permeated everything around us. It churned my stomach, made me want to sick-up everything I had eaten. I grimaced at the foul taste it left behind.

The Minotaur awaited.

A rumble, different than the scrape of the tunnels or the click of the maze’s mechanisms, drifted down the corridor. The fetid smell grew worse. Sophia let out a gasp and Xandra squeaked. The rumble came again, like rhythmic breathing.

“We’re getting closer,” Minx whispered as she padded in the lead, her throwing dagger in hand.

“We are,” I said, my stomach twisting. No Thrak, no Faoril, no Xera. Even Chaun and his songs might prove invaluable against the brute. The Minotaur was Gewin’s son. None had ever defeated him on the battlefield. Even with Gewin’s blessing girding my body, armoring me to the end of my Quest, I feared I was not equal to this task.

But the heart was necessary to reforge the sword with the Ritual of Reclamation. It would provide the energy that gave my ancestor’s blade its martial strength. My pulse raced faster and faster as I peered ahead. I was still a knight in my heart, even if I was no longer a member of the Knights Deute. I would not flinch. I would not fail.

“Sophia,” squeaked Xandra. “Do we really need the High King’s Sword? I mean, I know it’s a dragon slaying sword, but…”

“It is?” Sophia said, blinking.

I turned my head to look at Xandra, jaw dropping. “What do you know of the blade?”

“Chaun told me on our wedding night about the High King slaying the dragon Dominariath, the mother of Dominari.”

“I’ve never heard that,” I said. Why hadn’t Chaun mentioned it? Probably assumed I already knew it. “I always thought he was given the sword by Pater because…” I frowned, struggling to remember what I knew about the High King. Much of his history was purposefully destroyed by the kings who came later, those who split his High Kingdom apart and hated his prowess. They were jealous how he had united the known world beneath him. It was why his sword was broken apart and hidden so none could wield his power again.”

“Because he was Pater’s son, right?” Sophia shrugged. “He was fathered by one of Pater’s many affairs. I figured that’s why he had it.”

“And that angered Slata, the favoritism,” I agreed, remembering her three Erinyes daughters. The Goddess of Motherhood held a long grudge against my bloodline.

The deep, rumbling breath came again. Xandra squeaked.

“But, I’m just saying,” Xandra said. “We’re going to kill an unkillable monster to have a weapon to kill another monster.”

“Nothing is unkillable,” I growled. “We have your elementals, Sophia’s healing magic, and Minx’s alchemical weapons. We shall defeat the Minotaur then reunited with our companions. With luck, they will be heading in the same direction. I am sure Faoril has figured out some spell to navigate through here. They are probably moving in a tunnel parallel to us. It has been nearly two hours. We must keep moving to escape the Labyrinth in time.”

I marched ahead, my thoughts grappling with this new revelation. Is that how Peter won his initial glory? Had he slain a powerful dragon with the very sword I sought to reforge? Was that why the Lesbius Oracle had set me on this path?

It must be. A sword forged to slay dragons. A blade that could stand up to Dominari.
~ * ~
Chaun

“It’s really simple,” I said, grinning. “We needed a devious and cunning creature, something born of Cernere herself.”

“I don’t understand,” Xera said as I stared at her.

“Chaun,” Faoril gasped. “Oh, that is brilliant. Of course.”

“Thanks,” I said, giving a short bow to Faoril.

“I am not following,” Xera said.

Thrak let out a rumbling grunt. “Yes, that would work.”

“A fairy, Xera,” I said. “A race born by the union of Cernere and Las. The God of Lust had tricked Cernere, desiring her beauty. He boasted of a Great Vault that no one could break into. I have heard it claimed that the Saltspray Palace held the Vault, but I have doubted it.”

“Yes,” Xera agreed. “I have seen it. Not that impressive. And it was built by dwarves according to Minx.”

“So Cernere broke into this Vault and instead found herself trapped with Las and a bed. He tricked the goddess of thieves so she bedded him and birthed the race of Faeries. Creatures born of two devious minds.”

“And I have my boon,” Xera gasped, her breasts jiggling as her hand shot to the four-leaf clover tucked behind her ear. She held it up, the flecks of gold glittering in Faoril’s light. When Xera and Minx had broken into the Great Vault of Raratha, they had freed a faerie princess trapped in there and forced to be its guardian. Out of gratitude, Xera was given a boon, a single wish. “And she’ll hear me down here?”

“Faerie are strange creatures, not bound by the laws of our reality,” I said. “They are their mother’s creation, able to slip through reality in ways that do not make logical sense.”

“Siona, Princess of Faerie, daughter of Queen Sidhe,” Xera breathed, “I call upon you to repay the boon you owe me.”

The four-leaf clover glowed golden in Xera’s hand. It hovered in the air, dancing, twirling, spinning. Sparks of light flew from it and crashed on the floor. The shamrock danced faster and faster, a beautiful song humming.

And then a being was born, arching out of the golden light, wings shaped like those of a delicate butterfly fluttered behind her body. She was naked and lovely, her breasts lush and round, bouncing before her as she let out a sensual moan.

My cock hardened in my hose as the golden light faded, the four-leaf clover vanished. Floating before us, her body speckled with golden glitter. Her wings were purple spotted with black dots, golden dust drifting from them as they fluttered, holding her aloft. Her hair, a matching shade of violet, swung as she turned to face Xera.

“For the debt I owe you, Xerathalasia, I have appeared,” bowed Siona, her lovely ass almost thrust in my face, a purple bush, the fine hairs glittering with more gold, almost begging to be licked.

I controlled myself.

The fairy princess straightened and looked around. “Well, this is a most unpleasant place you have summoned me to, Xerathalasia. And that smell…” Her wings fluttered more. “But you freed me from my imprisonment. Ask, and it is yours.”

“We are trapped in a maze the progenitor of your race created.”

“Oh, yes, I can see Cernere’s handiwork,” Siona said, darting back and forth, her breasts bouncing. “The Labyrinth where our cousin is trapped?”

Xera nodded. “We have become separated from our friends. I ask that you guide us through the maze and help us find them.”

“Done,” Siona said. She fluttered to Xera, her arms wrapping about the elf’s neck. My cock ached more as the faerie kissed the elf on the lips, their large breasts pressing together, Siona’s wings flapping faster.

A golden light flared from their kiss, shining bright and warm. I winced from it, holding a hand to shield my eyes. A note of pure laughter rang from the light, echoing down the maze, ringing back and forth.

And then laughter died. The light faded. Xera stood there, eyes closed, lips still puckered from her kiss, a purple butterfly with black spots resting on her lips, kissing her. The butterfly flapped her wings and took to flight, fluttering down the hallway, glitter drifting in its wake.

“Follow,” Xera said, darting after it.

Thrak clapped a hand on my shoulder, pushing me forward, a grin on his swarthy face. “Well done, bard.”

I nodded my head, gripping my lyre. I had to find Xandra before she reached the Minotaur.

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Thrak

Fear grew in me as we followed the butterfly through the maze of the Labyrinth. It flew unerringly, stopping only when we slowed. Xera pointed out tripwires we had to step carefully over or stones that we had to walk around.

I gripped my ax. At the end, there would be a fight with a creature never before defeated. A beast who used to walk the battlefields, an ugly monster who reveled in bloodlust. His own divine mother found him disgusting enough to imprison him in the bowels beneath Grahata.

And we marched to kill it.

I hoped Faoril’s magic was up to the task. We could not fight the beast in a fair contest. If we did, we would surely fail. We had to use everything at our disposal, every weapon, every advantage we could eek out. If Faoril could bind him to the ground and hold him still while I brained him, so be it.
“How is your cum reserves?” I asked as the tension grew.

“Fine,” Faoril. “I’ve used up all Chaun provided, but I still have your power.” She smiled at me, rubbing her stomach. “Plus I have my vials. I can take on an army of Minotaurs.”

“We grow nearer,” Xera said from the front. “The stink grows and I can hear a great, slumbering breath. Rhythmic”

“Good,” Chaun said. “They haven’t reached it yet.”

“Your wife is fine,” I rumbled. “Angela, Sophia, and Minx will protect her.”

His ears twitched and he nodded. “Let’s keep moving.”

Faoril’s robes swished as we hurried through the labyrinth, following the butterfly through the twists and turns. The fetid scent grew stronger and stronger, cloying every breath, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. A breathing swelled, rumbling and deep. It sounded large. How big was the Minotaur? Legend said it was a man with a bull’s head, a great, marauding butcher of the battlefields.

My hand tightened as we rounded a corridor.

“I can hear our friends,” Xera said, throwing a smiling look over her shoulder. “They’re ahead. Look.”

At the end of the corridor, a pink light bobbed. Sophia’s light. The butterfly soared down it, Xera padding behind it at a jog, her naked ass swaying, her green hair bouncing down her supple back. Chaun picked up the pace, hurrying with her.

“Xandra!” he shouted, his voice echoing down the corridor.

“Chaun?” An excited voice answered.

And then our companions appeared, stepping into the intersection ahead, Minx at the lead, standing with cocky mischievousness. Then Angela, a smile crossing her lips, finally Sophia leading Xandra clutching one of her totems in hand.

Xandra broke from Sophia and rushed down the hallway towards her husband. Sky-blue hair whipped behind the avian. And then she was in Chaun’s arms, holding him tightly. I smiled as I walked after, Angela nodding to me.

“What took you so long, Xera?” Minx asked. “I thought you would find us ages ago.”

Xera laughed.

The rumbling breathing stilled. Followed by a snort and a bellow. I reached the corridor’s intersection where Angela stood, glancing to my right. Thirty feet beyond, the corridor ended in darkness. No, not darkness, a large room, open, expansive. I gagged at the stench drifting from it. A skeletal arm poked into the hallway, the tatters of rotten clothing still clinging to the bones.

Something moved, gaining its feet, the ground shaking. A bull snorted again. “I smell fresh blood and hot cunt. What a feast. Come, come, enter.”

Two eyes reflected yellow in the darkness of the room. The Minotaur.

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Lady Delilah – The Free City of Grahata, the Island of Yalut

I flew through the lower reaches of the clouds as I stared down at the Labyrinthine Gardens below. Six knights waited at the entrance. I recognized them all, Kevin facing the stairs, Mary at his side. Flanking them were Philip and Danielle on the right, Richard and Lisa on the left. In the brush, I spotted the robes of Slata’s priestesses.

The knights had caught up with Angela. She must be in the Labyrinth. Frustration surged through me. She was at the most dangerous part of her quest, facing the Minotaur. She would face greater peril down there then she will even in the Haunted Forrest.

And Kevin had arrived to interfere.

Everything had gone wrong. All the years of planning, of plotting, of piecing together myriad prophecies, of figuring Angela’s exact route was unraveling. The journey she would have to undertake to reforge the sword and find the strength to achieve her true destiny had not gone as I envisioned. No prophecy was set in stone. The oracles’ words were smoke. But I had worked so hard to ensure that smoke didn’t billow away.

And Slata’s interference threatened to destroy it all. My husband’s dream smashed again by that bitch-goddess.

Killing the knights would be a disaster in the city. And I doubt I could reason with Kevin. Yes, I had trained all six of the knights. I had mentored them, shaped them into warriors as they rose through the ranks. But they had orders from the Lord-Commander. Angela was a knave now.

A knave.

Nothing I could say would dissuade them.

Disaster. And all I could do was watch. I could only interfere if all looked lost. I had to believe in Angela. She was so strong. She had proven herself so much on this Quest. She could rise to the occasion. She would slay the Minotaur, emerge from the Labyrinth, and defeat Kevin and his knights.

She had to be strong enough to seize her destiny.

“Las damn King Edward and Slata!”

To be continued…

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Daughters are mind-controlled into being wicked and wild!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Twenty-Three: Mind-Controlled Daughter Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

John Preston

I couldn’t believe I just ordered a mind-control device from the very man I was investigating: Dean Michaels.

$10,000…

I just spent $10,000 on what had to be a hoax, but my fellow U.S. attorney, Gina Brand, was right. How else to explain what was going on around this man. FBI agents didn’t march into a police precinct and come out thinking that a man could do no wrong. That he could break any law.

My phone buzzed on my hip. I pulled it off the plastic case on my belt. A new email. Confirmation that it was on the way. I swallowed at that. I had done it. I had a paper trail now connecting me to the subject.

I stared at that email. I kept reading it over and over again. It was on the way. It would be here in a few days. I even had a tracking number. I could monitor it traveling to me. This was insane. What was I going to do with a mind-control device?

What couldn’t I do with a mind-control device?

I swallowed, this pit forming in my stomach. If it truly controlled people, Dean Michaels had to be stopped. But how if he had this device. It was a problem with no solution. I could chase myself in circles trying to follow it.

Or I could use it. I mean, I was working for the government. I was a white hat. I put away the bad guys. I locked them up and threw away the key. With this, I could be even more effective. Suspects would never try to weasel out of crimes. I could just order them to tell the truth.

I would have people indoctrinated against Dean Michaels. They would be able to arrest him. Bring him to justice for what he did. He fucked a barely legal girl over the hood of her mother’s car. Just pounded her in the cunt. He enjoyed that tight and juicy twat.

And she had loved it. She had enjoyed every second of it. A swelling grew in my pants. I swallowed, my face blazing with heat. I rubbed my left hand on my slacks, my right still gripping the phone. Just a few more days, and I would—

The door opened and Gina Brand entered. My fellow U. S. attorney who was working on the file with me. She was a blonde in her thirties. She held a large, clear plastic bag from a restaurant with to-go boxes inside of it.

“You look like you saw a ghost,” she said, staring at me.

I couldn’t believe she was already back. How long had I been sitting here? “Just… this mind control shit is crazy. If it’s real… We have to figure this out.”

“Definitely,” she said. “Any ideas?”

I almost said, “I ordered a machine to test it,” but I held back. Using one certainly wasn’t ethical, but I had to know how it worked. What its weaknesses were. That was it. I ordered it for justice. I wouldn’t abuse it like Dean Michaels did.

I wouldn’t mind-control a girl to fuck me.

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Dean Michaels

I smiled as I received the confirmation email from the factory. The device was packaged up. UPS would pick it up in the morning and it would arrive at the customer, Preston John, in a few days. The second mind-control device sold.

Another $10,000 for the upgrade to the control center. This was becoming way too big to run out of my garage. I would need a proper data center. As more and more people bought them to shape their areas. We’d have to monitor them. Make sure they didn’t go too far.

The door opened to the garage from the kitchen. “Hey, I just had a great shoot.”

“Oh?” I asked, turning in my swivel chair to see my wife striding to me. Kimmie wore a short skirt and a tank top that fit her petite body. She had the genes that blessed her with looking young. Right now, she appeared in her twenties, but you put her in a schoolgirl outfit and she would pass for a cutie our daughters’ age. Nineteen or twenty.

Kimmie’s red pigtails swayed about her head as she sauntered to me. “We are going to make bank.”

“Great,” I said, sitting here naked.

She grabbed my cock and held me upright as she sat down on my lap. Her short skirt swayed. I quickly learned my wife wasn’t wearing panties. Her hot sheath engulfed my cock. I groaned as her tight cunt swallowed my dick. She sucked me in. I loved it. Her pussy slid down and down my shaft, taking me to the hilt.

I groaned again, the pleasure racing down my shaft to my balls. The heat engulfed my cock, wet and tight and juicy. My wife settled all the way down on me. Her pussy clenched about my dick as she leaned back into my chest. My arms went around her, savoring this moment.

“Mmm, I needed that,” moaned Kimmie. “The Eatons were so fun to play with. Mrs. Eaton looked so hot getting nailed by the Black guys.”

My wife really liked to mind-control other married women into fucking Black guys when she wasn’t making their husbands fuck their daughters. I held her to me, savoring her cunt’s juicy embrace about me.

“How was your day?” she asked. “Sitting here playing god?”

“A little bit,” I said. “And we had another order.”

“Nice,” she said. “Ooh, how long until they are being shipped around the world.”

“We’ll build up nice and slow,” I said. “Spreading the network. More and more places will come online and be connected to us. Vivian is working out the software for the data center.”

“When she’s not enjoying her harem of schoolgirls,” my wife purred. “She’s a naughty one.”

“And a happy one,” I pointed out. My hands slid up beneath my wife’s tank top to grope her small breasts. Her nipples rubbed hard into my palms.

“Mmm, happy,” said my wife. She looked at the bank of monitors. Each one displayed a different spy camera’s feed. Some were security camera vids while other ones were installed by us or people under commands. They let us see everywhere in our town that we had installed the mind-control devices. From right here, you could control anyone you saw on the cameras.

It was a heady exhilaration.

My wife’s cunt squeezed about my dick as she glanced up at the mall feed. She manipulated the controls and an image of the hallway of the mall appeared. It was in color, the camera in HD. It provided great quality. She smiled as the people walking along had their IDs on the screen. Most were the six-digit hexadecimal codes, but several had customized ones.

“Cute Blonde Tits” was clearly one of June’s.

“What are you up to?” I asked, my wife’s pussy clenching about my cock and relaxing. She massaged me.

“Oh, you know, I think I spotted a shoplifter,” she said and typed on the screen. One of the figures, Officer Jones, stopped in his walk. His head swiveled to track a pair of women walking by. No, a MILF and a young woman. Her daughter? They both had similar shades of brown hair.

“Two shoplifters?” I asked as my wife typed more.

The cop marched after the women and gave them an order. Both ladies froze. They turned around and looked at him. They were mother and daughter. Their faces held a similar shape in the cheekbones. The daughter was wearing trendy jeans and a negligee-like top that hung from spaghetti straps and draped over her round breasts. Mother wore a t-shirt and white capris, her ankles exposed and wearing heels.

There was no sound, but the officer ordered them to the wall. They both complied, heading to it and putting their hands against it. My dick throbbed in my wife’s cunt as she kept typing. Kept sending out commands to them.

The mall’s pedestrian traffic streaming by them without anyone stopping, the cop slid up behind the mother and began frisking her. He was a young man, fit, his black hair buzzed into a flat top. He slid his hands down her back to her ass, giving her rump a squeeze. The daughter looked over, but her expression was hard to read at this angle.

My wife squirmed on me, her twat stirring around my cock. I groaned, savoring the silky grip of her cunt about my dick. The hot heat of her snatch. The ache grew at the tip. My balls tightened as I watched the cop molesting the women.

“You’re wicked, Kimmie,” I groaned.

“I know,” she purred. “Ooh, look at him go.”

The cop reached around the mother and shoved his hands up beneath her top. He went for the woman’s big boobs. He squeezed and kneaded them. He made sure she wasn’t hiding anything in her bra.

The daughter wiggled her ass.

“Is she getting wet?” I asked, staring at that girl squirming in her trendy jeans. They hugged her young rump.

“Which one?” my wife asked. “They both should be.”

The mother threw back her head. I’d say she was moaning, loving being frisked by the cop. He groped her for another moment then his hands slid down. He went for the fly of her capris, fumbling around. I smiled as he clearly opened her fastener and zipper.

Then he yanked them down. The woman wore purple panties that clung to her rump. He hauled those capris to her ankles, kneeling down behind her. Then his fingers hooked her panties and yanked them down, too, giving him a front-row seat at the woman’s rump and pussy.

“Shaved or not shaved?” my wife asked, her pussy sliding an inch or two up my cock and then slamming back down, more than enough movement to stimulate my tip.

“Mother’s got a bush and daughter’s shaved,” I groaned.

The cop grabbed the mother’s rump, squeezing her again as he stood up. My wife typed something, her twat clenching and relaxing on my dick. The cop spun the woman around. From this angle, we could see the front of her. She was shaved. My wife laughed.

“Wrong on one,” she said. “Mmm, a MILF with a shaved twat. That’s so hot.”

The cop shoved his hand between the mother’s thighs. Her breasts jiggled in her top. She threw back her head as he fingered her. It was clear he had at least a couple of his digits in her cunt. The daughter watched, her ass wiggling even more.

The woman’s mouth opened wide. I wished there was sound to hear her passion. My wife purred in delight, squirming on my lap. The pleasure flowed down my dick as I enjoyed the show she put on for us to watch.

Better than anything on cable.

The cop pulled his hand out from the mother’s pussy and held up the fingers. The woman giggled and held up her hands together, wrists pressed tight. It was clear she was guilty of what he accused her of having: a hot cunt. The cop barked an order. She took off her top and bra, spilling out a large pair of breasts.

Then he slapped cuffs on her.

She leaned against the wall as he moved over to the daughter. The girl, eighteen or nineteen, wiggled her rump more. She had a flushed face. I could see the red from here. The cop wiped the fingers that had been in her mother’s cunt on the girl’s cheek and down to her lips.

She sucked on them.

“Ooh, I didn’t tell him to do that,” my wife groaned. She leaned back into me. I massaged her small breasts, her nipples hard against my palm.

“It’s fun when they get into it,” I groaned.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned my wife. “You should have seen Mr. Eaton with his daughter. How he ravished that virgin. It was so sexy.”

“Family movie night?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned. “The girls will love it.”

My girls were all pregnant. So was my wife. She had finally been bred. I squeezed her tits. They would be lactating again. With both of her previous pregnancies, her tits had barely grown at all and then they had shrunk back to her little A cups pretty fast. I pinched her nipples while watching the screen.

The cop groped the girl’s ass while she just peeled off her negligee top as he did. She wiggled her rump, a pink bra cupping her breasts. The cop’s big hands kneaded her rump through her jeans. Then he slid up her stomach. He pushed up her breasts.

The girl’s round, young tits filled his hands. He massaged and kneaded them. The girl moaned, rubbing her ass back into his crotch. The mother fingered her cunt as she watched, the handcuffs gleaming between her thighs.

“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned, her excitement groaning. “Mommy’s getting hot watching. I didn’t tell her to do that, either.”

“She loves the sight of that hunk molesting her daughter, huh?” I asked.

“Mmm, every mother does,” she moaned. “You just have to awaken that naughty slut in them.”

I smiled and then groaned. My wife squirmed again, her pussy teasing my cock. It wasn’t enough to make me cum but kept me on the edge. Pleasure flowed down my cock as my wife’s pussy held me. I pinched her nipples. She gasped and shuddered on me.

The cop slid his hands down the girl’s sides. He unsnapped those tight jeans. He knelt behind the daughter. He yanked down her pants. He pulled them down with a hard yank. They spilled off her rump, her butt-cheeks exposed. A pink thong vanished into her crack.

“Mmm, she’s going to be shaved,” I groaned. “Like mother and daughter.”

“Uh-huh,” my wife moaned, her voice getting throaty as I pinched her nipples. “Dean! Yes!”

“You like that, huh?” I purred. “Does my naughty Kimmie like it when Daddy plays with her nipples.”

“Yes, Daddy,” my wife moaned, her voice sounding so girlish. “Mmm, I like it a lot. I love your big dick being in my pussy, too, Daddy.”

My cock throbbed even harder at her words. My balls tightened. She squirmed more on me as the cop ripped down the girl’s thong and spun her around. To my shock, the girl had a bush. Brown and trimmed, but it was there.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Daddy was wrong about her,” moaned Kimmie, “but all his daughters have shaved cunts. June, Dusk, and his wicked Kimmie. All those pregnant daughter-pussies shaved bare and girlish.”

“Yes,” I growled as the cop buried his face into the daughter’s cunt.

He ate the girl out to search her. She moaned while her mother leaned in and kissed the girl. The lesbian incest was such a hot sight to see. Their lips sealed tight. Their tongues danced. I groaned. My wife moaned. She bounced on me for a moment, sliding up and then down.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“I know, Daddy,” Kimmie moaned. “Ooh, look at that naughty mommy.”

As the mother kissed her daughter, she reached her cuffed hands out and groped the girl’s tits. The naughty mommy groped her daughter’s boobs, kneading them as they kissed. The cop kept eating the girl out, feasting on that barely legal muff.

My dick throbbed. I envied the cop. I bet that pussy tasted delicious. I pinched my wife’s nipples harder. She groaned, squirming on me. She teased me. I teased her. We worked each other into a frenzy as we watched.

The girl broke the kiss with her mother. She gasped and moaned, her face twisting in pleasure.

“Mommy, Mommy,” cooed my wife, pitching her voice to be a little different. “Oh, Mommy, the officer is searching my pussy with his tongue.”

“That’s because you’ve been a bad girl,” my wife then said in a deeper, more mature voice as the mother appeared to be talking. “You probably have something deep in there. I think you have to search her with your cock, Officer.”

The cop lifted his head. I said in a deep voice, “You’re right. The little slut could have anything buried deep in her.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I could,” my wife moaned in the girl’s voice. “Search my cunt, Officer.”

The cop rose and attacked his fly. “Going to shove this dick so deep in your cunt,” I growled in a gravelly voice. “Going to fuck that cunt of yours hard, you little slut. Shoplifting’s a serious matter.”

“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter’s cunt!” husked Kimmie, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. “Fuck her hard. She’s a wicked slut.”

The cop produced his dick.

“Yes, yes, fuck me with it,” squealed Kimmie in her girlish voice. “Ram that cock into me, Officer.”

“So hard and fast,” I growled, twisting my wife’s nipples. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum. You want something to smuggle in your cunt, you can have my seed?”

“Your baby, Officer,” husked my wife in the mom’s voice. “Let me help you breed my daughter.”

The mother grabbed the cop’s dick and guided his dick to her daughter’s cunt. He slammed into the girl with a hard plunge. My wife clenched her cunt down on my dick. She moaned and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the workbench before us.

She used her hands as leverage to work her pussy up and down my dick as we watched the cop fucking the girl. He pounded the girl hard and fast. He fucked her with powerful strokes. He buried his cock into her, the girl pinned against the wall, her jeans around her ankles.

“Damn,” I groaned, my wife’s cunt sliding up and down my cock. “Work that pussy up and down daddy’s dick, Kimmie.”

“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned, her pigtails dancing. “Daddy’s big dick feels so good in my bred pussy. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Good,” I growled.

My balls tightened now. The teasing was over. Time to erupt.

The cop fucked the daughter hard while my wife’s cunt massaged my dick. She felt amazing about me. Just the best. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing. I rose towards my orgasm.

My hands slid down from my wife’s tits. I grabbed her hips and worked her cunt up and down my dick. I pumped her with hard strokes. Her pussy clenched about my cock. She gripped me with her juicy snatch.

My balls tightened. The heat swelled and swelled in me as I watched the cop fucking the girl, the mother masturbating to the sight. My wife’s pussy slammed down my cock then I lifted her up. My face twisted, glasses shifting.

“Daddy! Daddy!” my wife gasped as her pussy writhed around my cock.

She slammed down my dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her cunt massaged around my aching shaft. It was incredible to feel. I groaned, loving every second of her snatch spasming about my cock. I shuddered, the heat rushing through my body.

“Fuck!” I growled and erupted in her. I fired my spunk into my wife’s cunt.

Spurt after spurt after spurt of cum. The pleasure slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was incredible. I groaned, loving every second of this heat surging through me. I shuddered at that hot cunt writhing around my erupting cock.

I pumped her full of my jizz. She moaned, trembling on me. She cried out her orgasm. She squirmed on me, her pussy sucking out all the cum in my balls. I hit that peak as my wife slumped back against my chest, panting.

“Daddy,” she mewled.

“Mmm, my naughty Kimmie,” I said, squeezing her tits. I stared up at the screen, the cop dumping his cum into the girl. “Looks like he’s done searching the girl.

“Now he has to search the mom while she cleans the girl up,” my wife said, reaching for the keyboard to type away.

I smiled, savoring the heat rushing through my body. Things were going great.

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

John Preston

It was all I could do to suffer through work a few days later. I had my normal cases to work on, a plea meeting with a defense attorney, and in the back of my mind was the knowledge that the device had arrived this morning. 10:13 AM, according to the email I received.

It was at the manager’s office at my apartment building waiting for me to pick it up. I just had to get out of work. I had to escape Gina and our endless, circular talks about what to do with Dean Michaels. I knew what to do with him I just had to use the device.

“We should do another strategy meeting,” Gina said as 5 o’clock came around. “There has to be a way to get Dean. Put some drone surveillance up. Find him when he’s nowhere near one of those devices.”

“And where is that?” I asked Gina.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” she said. “The ultra-high frequency sound waves it emits means it makes noise, right? Noise a drone or something can detect. I’ve been asking some tech guys. I think we could build a detector. The website says the full machine has a range of two hundred yards. We can start to measure it. We know there’s one at the college where he teaches, the police station, and his home. Once we can map them, then we wait for a place that’s not covered.”

“Sure, sure,” I said. “Write it up, but I have to go. I have an… an appointment.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s my… my mother,” I said, grabbing my coat.

“Doesn’t she live in Phoenix?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said, hurrying to the door. “It’s a Zoom meeting.” Did that make any sense?

“Okay,” she said slowly. “I have this subpoena into his business. You want to look over it?”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said and was out the door.

I hurried home as fast as the Uber Driver would carry me. I didn’t own a car right now. Parking was just too much in the city. I reached my apartment and headed to the manager’s office. There it was. A brown box. It was a little bigger than a microwave. I held it in my hand, trembling. This couldn’t be real.

I hurried upstairs to my apartment. I passed my neighbor’s door, the gorgeous Janet Marlow’s place, and then reached my own. I slipped inside and set the box on my coffee table. I took a moment to calm myself down. I undid my cufflinks and ripped off my tie. I grabbed a pocket knife and slit it open. A plastic package with instructions, a USB cable, a power cord, and a CD was inside lying on foam insulation. I opened it and found my owner’s manual.

I flicked through it and saw I needed to plug this into a computer first. I carried the box into my office, the second bedroom of my apartment. It was a bit of a mess, stacks of case files in the corner, torn-open bill envelopes scattered over my keyboard. I swept those into the can and booted up.

It had never taken longer for Windows to load in my fucking life.

I popped in the disc and ran the installation. Then an interface popped up. Mind Control Version 1.03. A pop up appeared asking if I wanted a tutorial. I clicked, yes, my hands shaking as a screen loaded up.

First, connect your device to the computer and power it on. Use the provided USB Cable.

“Right,” I muttered and turned to the box. I pulled away the packaging foam and found a sleek-looking black box that was the size of a VCR I remember my family owning when I was a kid. A big and bulky thing. I set it on the floor and plugged it into the wall and the computer. I pushed an on button. Lights flashed. The device powered up.

Detecting device…

Detecting device…

Device detected!

I smiled as the screen loaded in. There was a Google map of my apartment building and the surrounding blocks. Dots appeared across it. Hundreds of dots. A bewildering amount of dots. I furrowed my brow as the next pop up appeared.

This is the map screen. From here, you can see the people who are in range that are detected by the device. It can take a moment for a new device to catalog and connect to our servers to tag them.

“Servers?” I said. That should worry me, I was connecting to Dean Michaels’s computers, but he was a great guy. Trustworthy. Not someone I needed to be worried about at all.

At first, people will have a randomly assigned hexadecimal code, the tutorial read, but users can tag them with a unique designation. You can edit anyone around you and, so long as that unique name hasn’t been chosen, they will be labeled that way.

“Right,” I muttered.

Now this is the command window, the tutorial said, highlighting a box on the left side. People you *********** will appear here. You can type in specific commands or you can run a variety of pre-***********ed commands. You can even affect everyone who enters the device’s influence range. The Ignore command is great for that as people will ignore any device-influenced behavior. Incest command is another popular one as is Arousal for the men. This will keep them going and going.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Incest? Arousal.”

You should try it out on a dot near you. The device is detecting that you are in a multi-level building. You can filter out anyone who isn’t on your floor with the filter options over here. Another smaller window was highlighted. It could let me set a gender, age range, or elevation level.

I ***********ed my elevation level and most of the dots vanished. There were about twenty left, no longer piled on each other. Each one had a hexadecimal code. There was another dot, this one a bright blue.

That was the device, which meant the red dot next to it labeled 252DB4 was me. I shuddered, realizing that I could be mind-controlled. But who would do that to me? I was the only one with access to the device.

Then I noticed the next nearest dot, 630F3D. It was just on the other side of the wall in Janet Marlow’s apartment. I swallowed. I had to test this out, right. I tapped that dot and it appeared on the screen. I double-clicked on the code and relabeled the dot to Janet Marlow.

Name approved!

Now she was relabeled. I swallowed and wondered what I should do to test it. Flashes of Dean Michaels fucking that girl over the back of her mother’s car popped into my head. I knew what Dean Michaels would use this device to do.

And Dean Michaels was a great guy.

I mean, if it was okay for him to fuck a barely legal girl over the hood of his car, how bad was it for me to use the device on my neighbor? She was a blonde woman my age. Late thirties. In great shape. A single mother.

My dick throbbed. I’d been working hard for a while. I hadn’t had time to do any hooking up. I could use a break. And it wasn’t like she wouldn’t enjoy it. I glanced down at the device. I mean, I had to know how this worked to… to…

Why did I want to prosecute Dean Michaels? That didn’t make any sense. He was a great guy. No, no, I should use this device to make sure criminals didn’t get away with crimes. So I had to do a test run.

I swallowed and stood up. I needed to change. I didn’t want to be a slob. I’d been working hard for a few days. Janet deserved a guy who had showered. And shaved. I headed to the bathroom like I was getting ready for a date, whistling.

I showered, shaved my face the moment I stepped out and slapped on the aftershave. The familiar burn spread over my cheeks. I spritzed some cologne on and grabbed a robe, my cock harder than it had been in a while.

I checked and found I had a good bottle of whiskey. Drinks, of course. I mean, I wasn’t uncivilized. I smiled and then headed back to the laptop. Janet Marlow had moved further into her apartment. She must be in her bedroom.

Janet Marlow;Dress in something sexy because you have a hot date with 252DB4

ENTER!

I shuddered as I sent my first command. The dot moved. I smiled, watching the dot flitting around a room, getting ready. I quickly renamed my own dot to Preston because fuck typing in all those numbers and letters carefully.

Janet Marlow;Once dressed, you are horny and need to get laid. Preston next door turns you on. Head over to his apartment, knock on his door, and when he opens the door tell him you need to get laid and ask him to eat your pussy and fuck you hard

That was perfect. I was nice and shaved. Ladies liked a shaved face on their twats. I hit enter and shuddered as the dot moved. She slipped out of her apartment. I couldn’t see the floor plan, but when she stopped, I knew she was at my door.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I smiled, my dick tenting the front of my blue robe. I sauntered through my apartment, ready to get laid. This mind-control device was something special. I grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open. I smiled at…

Shannon Marlow.

“Mr. Preston, I need to get laid!” the eighteen-year-old daughter of Janet Marlow exclaimed. She was a slender, blonde girl wearing a tight belly shirt that left her midriff bare and a short skirt that swirled about her thighs as she wiggled her hips. “Will you eat my pussy and fuck me hard? Pretty, pretty please. I’m so horny!”

Then the girl threw herself at me, hugging me tight. I didn’t order her to do that. I stood there stunned. I didn’t want to have sex with a young girl. I liked women my own age, but… but… She was squirming against me. Her cute face looked up at me, blue eyes sparkling in wanton need.

“God, you’re so handsome, Mr. Preston,” she cooed, body squirming against me. My dick throbbed.

I couldn’t do this. Eighteen was too young. But… Dean Michaels had fucked a girl as young over the hood of her mother’s car. If he could do it… My dick throbbed. I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. I was a prosecuting attorney. It was my job to punish the bad guys.

What I was doing was bad, right? Maybe it was okay for Dean Michaels to do it, but I wasn’t him. The girl squirmed against me. She ground on me, making these hot and throaty noises. My hands moved on their own, cupping her ass.

“Have you ever… had sex?” I asked her.

“I’ve used a dildo,” she said and blushed. “My mom’s. And I’ve blown a boy or two.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, kneading her young rump. So perky. So delicious. This was so wrong, but…

I had the device. She was wet and ready. She wanted it. I could see it in her eyes. She was so ready to be devoured by me. She needed me to feast on her pussy. I had to do this, right? I had to enjoy her. To make sure the device worked.

After all, I spent $10,000 on it. I should enjoy it.

I kissed her with hunger. My lips captured hers. She melted against me, hugging me tighter. My dick throbbed as my tongue swirled through the eighteen-year-old girl’s mouth. My tongue danced about in her mouth as I pulled her back towards my bedroom.

She didn’t resist. She just kissed me, whimpering into it. She was like putty in my hands. She was ready to be molded by me. Shaped. This was so wild. So hot. No wonder Dean Michaels fucked that young girl.

He could do it, and the girl had loved it.

Why not me?

I pushed Shannon down on the bed. The girl broke from me, falling down onto the sheets. She stared up at me with such feverish eyes. There was no lie in those eyes. Those were the eyes of a young woman who needed to be fucked hard by a man.

By me.

“Oh, Mr. Preston,” she moaned, pulling up her thighs. “I put on my sexiest panties. The ones my mom doesn’t know I own.” She pulled her skirt up even higher, exposing a pair of satin panties clinging to her flesh. Little tufts of blonde hair peeked out. They were a sleek pair with a high cut. Over her pubic mound there was a heart formed by little holes in the fabric that let more of her bush bleed out. “Just for you.”

“They’re gorgeous,” I growled, eager to eat young hair pie. I hadn’t gone down a girl this young in thirty or more years. Not since I was eighteen. I hungered for it. Salivated. I slid my hands up her youthful thighs.

Skin so smooth. Like silk. As pale as milk. I groaned, my tan hands caressing up her sleek flesh. She shuddered, whimpering. I breathed in and, over the cologne, aftershave, and her perfume a naughty scent arose. Sweet. Aroused.

A girl’s hot cunt. Virgin pussy dripping with excitement.

I slid my hands over her panties. A bestial urge to rip them off of her, to tear them free, seized me. But I had to be gentle. Respectful. This girl didn’t deserve to have her panties ripped in half. She needed a man to respect her. I licked my lips. I could be respectful. Oh, yes, I could treat this girl right. My dick twitched and throbbed, aching to just slam into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard, but first…

I would eat her out.

I slid the panties off her hips with care. She squirmed there, her eyes so bright. She kneaded her little titties through her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, was she? Oh, no, not for those little handfuls. I stared at them as I slid her panties up her legs. She lifted them in the air, her bare toes flexing and twisting.

God, she was a sultry thing. Just so fucking sexy. I hungered for her. I would enjoy devouring her. My dick throbbed as I ripped her panties off. Her thighs fell open as they stretched out around me. Her blonde bush gleamed with her excitement. The rush of sweet pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in and groaned.

“Mr. Preston, I need you to eat out my pussy and then fuck me hard!” she moaned, just like I had programmed her. “I’m so horny. I want you so badly. You’re so sexy! Mmm, yes, yes!”

I fell on her cunt with a wild passion. I descended on her with a hunger that had to be satiated. A wonderful delight that I had to devour. I would lick and lap at her I would feast on her. It would be delicious. A treat to eat her out.

I pressed my face into her twat. My ex-wife and I never had any children. Pity, I could have my own daughter to devour like this. The thought floated through my mind. Dean Michaels enjoyed incest. Pity I couldn’t.

But I could enjoy Shannon.

She gasped as my tongue fluttered up and down her virgin pussy. Fucking a dildo didn’t count. She was a virgin until a man was in her. Me. My dick throbbed in my robe as her silky curls rubbed on my face and her sweet juices stained my mouth.

She gasped and squirmed against me. She humped herself, her hands groping her tits as she moaned out her bliss. She loved what I was doing to her. I was giving her body rapture, and she loved it. That made my dick so hard. Made me throb and ache. The pressure swelled in my nuts. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Mr. Preston. Mr. Preston, sir!” she moaned, trembling. “That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re eating me out. I love it.”

I loved the sounds she made. How she gasped and groaned. How she shuddered against me. It was this wonderful delight to hear. I licked and lapped at her juicy cunt. I thrust my tongue into her depths and swirled around in her.

Her sweet juices coated my tongue. I swirled about in her pussy. I caressed her with such hunger. My tongue danced through her cunt. I fluttered my tongue up and down her juicy slit. I flicked her clit. She bucked in delight.

“Mr. Preston!”

“You like that, huh?” I growled and licked her clit again.

“Yes!” she moaned. She trembled there. “Oh, yes, yes, I like that a lot, Mr. Preston!”

I grinned and flicked her there again. I licked at her clit with hunger. I liked the taste of her. I caressed her with hunger. I savored the delight of her little bud beneath my tongue. I sucked on her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs about my face.

Her hands groped her tits through her crop shirt. She squirmed on her back. I loved it. I licked and lapped at her, my dick throbbing, aching. I wanted to enjoy her. I wanted to plunder her cunt, but I had to make her cum.

I thrust a pair of digits into her pussy and nursed on her clit. Her twat squeezed around me. She bucked harder. Her fingers dug into her tits. She massaged them. Her face twisted in pleasure. It was such a wild thing to watch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Mr. Preston, you’re fingers feel amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. That’s perfect. I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” I growled and sucked harder on her clit.

She gasped. Her pussy clamped down on my digits reaming in and out of her juicy depths. It made my dick throb and ache thinking that I would ram into her hard. I would fuck her with passion. Just make her scream her pretty little head off with my cock.

But first I would do that with my lips and fingers.

I nibbled on her bud, her silky bush rubbing against my face. Her sweet cream soaked my taste buds. The eighteen-year-old temptress bucked against me. She gasped and moaned, groaning out her passion. She was such a sexy thing. Her body bucked.

“Mr. Preston!”

Her pussy cream gushed out of her cunt. They flooded out of her twat and spilled into my mouth. I licked at her twat. I drank them all up. I savored the taste of her. I closed my eyes, loving every moment of her passion. She groaned, squeezing her thighs about my face.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Preston!” she gasped. “That’s so good. Better than with my mother’s dildo.”

“It’ll be even better with my cock,” I growled as I licked up her juices.

She trembled through her climax. She moaned out her passion. I licked up all of Shannon’s juices. I devoured them. They tasted amazing. Just a delicious treat to enjoy. Her cunt convulsed around my digits, sucking at them.

My dick throbbed.

“Fuck!” I growled and sat up, ripping my fingers out of her cunt. “Show me those tits!”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she groaned and shoved up her top. Her breasts popped out. They were so firm and perky, topped by light-pink nipples.

I unbelted my robe and tore it off. It fell from my body. She gasped at my cock bobbing out. She bit her lip, staring at me with hunger. She squeezed those little titties directly now. She massaged them as she whimpered out her delight. She was ready to be fucked hard. She needed it.

My dick throbbed at the sight of her nubile body. I leaned down, hungering for her. I cupped her breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her hands sliding through my hair. She held me to her as I nibbled on her nub.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. Ooh, that’s amazing.”

I needed to be in her pussy. Her nipple was fun to play with, but my dick throbbed. I had a barely legal girl to fuck. A virgin pussy to introduce cocks to. My cock. I popped my mouth off her nub and slid up her body, my dick nuzzling into her cunt.

I pushed my dick against her twat. I savored the feel of her pussy lips sliding around my cock. That wonderful experience of hot cuntlips caressing me. I groaned, savoring the way her labia slid wet over the crown of my dick. That silky sheath embraced me.

“Mr. Preston!” she whimpered, her face twisting in delight as my cock slid into her. “Yes, yes, this is what I need. For you to fuck me!”

“I’ll fuck you so hard,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her.

I loved the feel of her cunt around my dick. I bottomed out in her. She hugged me tight, fingernails biting into my back. Her twat squeezed my cock. She groaned, her little titties rubbing into my chest. Nipples hard.

I drew back, her silky twat clinging to me. My spongy crown drank in the wet friction. Pleasure flowed down to my balls. They grew tight, filling up with all that jizz that I would fire into her cunt. I would just pump her full of all my jizz.

It would be incredible.

I slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked hard and deep into her, loving the way her twat gripped my dick. She held me tight. It was incredible. I groaned, loving that silky, hot snatch around me.

I fucked Shannon harder and harder. My balls smacked into her taint. The girl moaned, trembling beneath me. She writhed, her hips moving, stirring her cunt around my dick. She gasped out her delight, her face twisting in delight.

Such joy burst in her eyes. I loved the sight of her expression blazing with delight. I grinned at her, thrusting away at her cunt. I plundered her snatch with powerful strokes I buried into her again and again. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her moans echoed through the room as I buried my dick into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she gasped. “Oh, your dick is amazing. It’s better than my mom’s dildo.”

“Your pussy is amazing,” I growled. “I’m so glad you were home and not your mother.” I almost fucked that older woman, almost missing out on this amazing delight. Young cunt squeezed about my dick. “Fuck, yes!”

My balls swelled with my cum. I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt with powerful strokes. I slammed into her, reveling in the hot feel of her twat around my dick.

She trembled beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my dick. She held me tight. It was heaven to plunder her young snatch. Her silky flesh gripped me, the friction swelling my orgasm. I groaned, my balls smacking into her flesh. I buried into her again and again.

I plowed into her cunt, loving how she squirmed beneath me. How she bucked and moaned. Her fingernails clawed at my back. She scratched at me as I drove my dick into her. Her flesh sucked at me. I growled, hurtling towards that moment of eruption.

“God, Shannon!” I growled. “Your cunt… Fuck, that’s a tight pussy.”

“You’re so big, Mr. Preston!” she whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re so big. So thick. I’m going to cum.”

“Good!”

I slammed into her, the pressure swelling. Just a few more strokes into her tight cunt, and I would be erupting in her. I slammed into her as hard as I could. I savored her twat sucking at me as I drew back.

It was heaven.

I buried my cock to the hilt in her and erupted. I dumped my cum into Shannon’s eighteen-year-old pussy. She gasped, her cunt squeezing down hard on my dick. She trembled beneath me, her fingernails raking my back.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock.

“Mr. Preston!” she squealed.

Her youthful cunt writhed around my dick. She sucked at me, milking my cock. It was incredible. I groaned, savoring the delight of spurting blast after blast of my jizz into her. I basted her pussy, the pleasure crashing into my mind.

Every spurt was rapture.

I groaned, thoughts burst through my mind. I could use this device. I could make something spectacular with it. I could use it to build up my own power. Get people to listen to me. Make changes. Stop bad guys, put them away. Shape the laws.

I had power at my fingertips. $10,000 for true power. It was so cheap. I spilled the last of my seed into Shannon. There were other young girls out there I could enjoy, too. Other ones I could program to love my cock while I made this world a better place.

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Vivian Bailey

Michelle, a eighteen-year-old freshman in my harem, licked at my pussy as I stared at the new device that had logged onto the network. I smiled as I saw the name of the registered user. John Preston.

“Who are you?” I wondered as I savored that tongue licking my pussy. I started doing some snooping.

To be continued…

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This is the second in an occasional series of stories called ‘Scene in a …’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character – I hope you enjoy the result as much as I have enjoyed writing it! This is happening in an office, somewhere in your town, right now.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

Oh!! Oh, gosh! Ms Carter! I didn’t know you were like this, that you wanted me like this, when you asked me to stay on late at the office tonight and help you with some work, just the two of us alone here in the building.

You took me by surprise, when you pushed me backwards against your office wall, seizing my arms just below the shoulders and kissing me so firmly – when my lips parted in shock, your tongue thrust inside and licked all around my mouth. I feel shaky, my stomach is all fluttery – I’m weak at the knees, and glad for the wall behind holding me up. You pull my suit jacket off my shoulders, let it fall to the ground – you are still kissing me, devouring my mouth with your passion, whilst your hands rove all over my chest.

You grasp my breasts, squeezing them roughly through my thin shirt and my bra – its soft lace cups give them no protection against your mauling grip as you mash them and then pull hard on my nipples, and I give a broken moan. My tits feel like they are on fire, you are sending electric shocks out from them through my whole body, making me shake and tremble.

You are so authoritative, so totally in command of me – you told me three weeks ago, just after I started working as your personal secretary, that when you see something that you want, you just take it … and now you’re just taking me, you’re so decisive, and I’ll do anything you want, anything at all, just make me, take me – oh! fuck me, please, now!

I’m wondering, did you know somehow that I’m a lesbian too? Maybe, with all your experience, you have what they call ‘gaydar’, and you sensed or guessed – or maybe you just don’t care, you’re going to have my cunt anyway, whether I like it or not? Ooooh, that sends hot shivers down my spine, I love your forcefulness, your aggression – would it be sexier for you if I pretend to resist a bit? Do you like young girls to struggle in your talons, like rabbits that have been swooped on by an eagle? Perhaps I should try and run for the door … but, of course, in my rather slutty high heels, you will catch me, and rip the shirt from my back, perhaps slap me around a bit to show me who’s boss (oh, you are – you’re my boss, in every way!) and then you’d use me however you wanted to … ohmigod! thinking this plus what you are doing to my body, it’s sending me wild with desire, my cunny is soaking, and I need you to take me … take me hard … oh, yes, so hard!

You are so much more experienced than me, so mature and powerful – you must be about twelve years older than me, a little over thirty, I’d guess? I thought you were hot from the moment I saw you, but you gave no sign of wanting my pussy, so I just had to daydream – but I’m sure this isn’t a dream, I pinched my leg just now to be sure, yes – it’s real, it’s really happening! You are taller than me by about four or five inches, a little heavier built, although you are so well-proportioned, with your slim waist and long shapely legs. And you are always so elegant and stylish, I love the way you dress at the office – business suits with tight pencil skirts or (as you have today) sheer and sharply-creased black trousers which showcase your trim ass so well, it’s such a professional executive look and yet it’s also so dominant and sexy. It goes well with your dark hair, cut sharply around your ears and to the back of your collar, and those heavy silver ear-rings that you wear.

Do you like my breasts? I know I seem like a blonde bimbo: I’m just nineteen, and look a bit younger than that apart from my figure – well, my tits really, everyone says they are my best feature, firm and high and pointy, double-D cups which on my relatively small frame (just five foot three inches) look even bigger than they are. Did they catch your eye, or maybe it was the clothes I wear at work? I love smart business suits too, but mine always have a really short tight skirt, never longer than halfway down my thigh, and often with a bit of a side slit or back vent as well. I like people to look at my legs when I walk – well, strut, as I always wear strappy high heels – and get glimpses of the elastic top of my hold-ups, and maybe more. Did you look up my skirt when I was bending over the lowest filing-cabinet drawers? – I know my skirt rides up then, and you could see the gusset of my panties. Or perhaps it was my tits, as you are groping them so much? My suit jackets are always cut tight to emphasise my bust, and under them I often wear scoop-neck tops or a shirt with several buttons open, showing a good amount of breast and cleavage. I’m sure I saw you looking sometimes … do you want my tits, do you want to make them quiver at your touch, make them belong to you?

Oh, now you’ve undone the other buttons on my shirt and are pulling it open, tugging it out of the waistband of my mini-skirt, letting it fall away to the sides – now you push it down my arms to fall away, and all I have on above the waist is my black demi-cup bra. You waste no time – at once you scoop my breasts out of the bra cups, letting them dangle over the lacy fabric. Ow!! you pinch my nipples, pulling and tweaking them, when they are already engorged and so sensitive. I give a little yelp, and you smile a hungry wolfish grin of conquest – oh, you know that you have me, that you can do anything to me now!

Your mouth latches on to one breast, while your hand still massages the other – you take my tit into your mouth, sucking so hard as if you want it to come off, and then nibbling, almost biting on it, as you pull it with your teeth. I’m almost sobbing with arousal and the effects of what you are doing to me – my hands have been clutching you around the waist, but at last I have a coherent thought in my head and I move them up under your suit jacket, to cup and fondle your tits in return.

You step back for a moment, letting me caress you and watching the expression on my face like a hawk – you know I’m so ripe for plucking and fucking. You reach down for the hem of my short grey pinstripe skirt – yes, pull it off me, tear it off me, anyhow you want to! But instead you roughly jerk it upwards, over my hips, and bunch it a round my waist – oh, you like it that way, do you? It does feel sexier, more half-naked … more vulnerable. I shift my stance so my legs are wider apart, keeping the skirt out of the way and giving you more access. My black panties are exposed, quite skimpy and lacy, more of a thong really. You thrust a hand quite savagely down inside them – I can hear them rip, but I don’t care – and I feel the touch of your warm fingers on my cunt. You seize my pussy, and I give a sob of pleasure mingled with pain, as I feel your sharp scarlet-painted fingernails dig into the soft flesh on either side of my slit.

‘Oh! Oh, mmm, please …’ I whimper.

You push your lips close to my ear, and whisper in a harsh cracked voice: ‘You’re mine, you cunt, you slut, you little bitch – you’re mine to use, your sweet pussy, your tight ass – every hole is mine, you are mine!’

‘Oh’, I moan, as you pinch my left tit and my labia simultaneously, ‘oooh, yes! yes – I am!’

Now you thrust one finger into me – this is fucka-bitch time, you shove it deep inside my vagina, which is so moist and open that you sink into me right up to the knuckle, as I cry out in shock and ecstasy at the force and depth of your first penetration. My cry goes up to a higher note, as your second thrust is two fingers, splitting me more, stretching my opening. Your other hand grasps the thin fabric of my thong, and with a savage jerk you tear it apart – the shredded, destroyed panties tumble down my legs, to hang like a flag at half-mast from my other knee.

There is nothing to stop you now, and I respond by spreading my feet further apart, arching my back and pushing my pelvis forwards. Your hand begins to piston violently backwards and forwards, your two long fingers ramming into my pussy, so hard that each time your knuckles slam into my tender labia like a punch. I’m in a daze, I’m so aroused by what you are doing to me, and now I’m gasping between desperate breaths: ‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!!’ But you stop, pull out, leave me on the brink – oh, you are so expert, you know how to put a silly young girl like me through the mill, how to take her apart. I’ve had a handful of lovers, all around my own age, I’m not a virgin or anything – but never anyone like you, so strong and so certain, I’ve never felt so taken before.

You push my shoulders downwards, and at once I fall to my knees on the floor in front of you – you don’t need to tell me, I bend down and am glad to kiss the sharp toes of your glossy black pumps with their two-inch stiletto heels. You take off your suit jacket and your shirt as well; then, without saying a word, looking haughty and aloof, you gesture to the side waistband of your smart black trousers. I reach up, like the supplicant I am, undo the two buttons and pull down the concealed zip. I lower the slacks reverently, and you step out of them, take them from my grasp and fold them over the back of a chair.

I admire how stunning you look – a mature woman to my unformed girl. Your underwear is dark red: a balcony bra pushing up your shapely C-cup breasts, matching bikini panties made mostly of thin lace panels and a suspender belt, from which four straps are fastened to your old-fashioned seamed black stockings. You stand poised above me in such control and authority, your hands on your hips. You instruct me to remove your panties, and to kiss and lick and worship the shaven pussy that I find – all of this I do eagerly, tasting your warm spicy pussy-juice for the first delicious time. You murmur a little at that – perhaps you had not expected to find me so responsive, or to know what to do? I may look young and naive, but since my high school cheerleading coach first had me when I was just turned fifteen, I’ve spread my legs and given my cunt to several women, and nothing thrills me more than to bring my tongue to a female pussy.

Now you reach down and grasp my blonde hair – easy to do, as I keep it bunched in a pony tail. You drag me unresistingly over to your desk, and push me over onto it, lying face downwards, my tits squashed against its top. You pick up your plastic twelve-inch ruler and smack my out-thrust buttocks several times – quite hard, but I like it, it sends squirming submissive feelings all through me. You put the ruler down and go to your briefcase, from which you bring out a big strap-on plastic dildo – clearly, you have planned all this in advance!

I watch round-eyed as you step into it and buckle up the straps, noticing that it has a smaller interior dildo which you have thrust into your own cunt, giving a little shudder of excitement as you do so. I think you look amazing with the huge black dildo in place – a tall, sexy, thirty-year-old, a highly successful businesswoman and an aggressively dominant dyke. Your tits are thrust out in their underwired bra, your stomach is flat, your ass is trim and taut, and your black heels, stockings and suspenders make your legs look a mile high.

I want you to take me so much, I want you to fuck me without mercy, fuck me hard till I pass out senseless, and I show it by spreading my legs as wide apart as I can, sticking my ass out over the edge of the desk, and offering myself to you eagerly and submissively for any sexual pleasure that you desire – use me, oh God! just fuck me and use me!

You are a woman who wastes no time in getting what she wants, in her career or when fucking a toy-girl like me. You step up briskly behind my ass, I feel your hands take firm hold just above my hips, and I have only a second’s warning as you line up the plastic cock on my cunt-hole, nudging my labia apart just once before suddenly you drive forwards with your whole weight behind it, arching your back, spearing the huge phallus so far into me that I give a scream of shock – no one has ever gone so deep inside me before.

I’ve never felt this full before – I think I might split open, and I clutch at the edge of the desk and cry out with just a little note of fear. This turns you on even more – you like to have your blondes whimpering on the end of your dildo, don’t you? And you know better than me – you know how I will open up and stretch inside, you know I can take this, and I will take it. You begin to thrust it in and out, slowly at first but oh! so firmly, so masterfully, so in control of me. The friction of the strap-on’s hard ridges is lubricating me, making my vagina adjust to its huge length, and now you increase the tempo. The interior dildo in your pussy is doing its work, you are starting to build towards your climax, and you want to fuck me so hard, so very hard – you are going to blow my mind and make me all yours.

Now you are ramming it into me, so far it’s like you’re drilling for oil – and getting it, I’m so wet my juices are pouring out, I feel them splattering over my pussy-lips and my ass-crack each time that you pile-drive the dildo back into me. As it slams home, you give a hard grunt made up of lust and satisfaction, as you look down on the young blonde bimbo you are fucking so hard, she’s splayed across your desk like a big X, arms outstretched and hands clutching at the farther edge, legs spread wide apart and jerking spasmodically every time you bulldoze her cunt. Her skirt is up round her waist, where it should be – that tight scrap of cloth, that she flashes her ass and pussy around in (yesterday didn’t you see up the front, see the little black lacy thong that made you determined to take this little cow, to have her today no matter what?) – and that sexy round butt is upturned for you to fuck her cunt, really take the slut, give it to her rough and deep. Her big tits are out of their bra cups, flopping around on your desk top, you want to pull on her tits so hard, make her cry out as you maul those fleshy mounds. She looks so sexy with the strap of the black bra across her naked back, her skirt like that up above her hips, her cute blond ponytail bouncing around from the slamming ramming you are giving her cunt – she looks young, vulnerable, conquered … so fuckable. She’s gonna take it … and you’re gonna give it to her!!

You are pulverising my pussy, I’ve never been fucked so roughly, so hard, for so long. But I can take it, this lezzie slut can take it all, I can take all that you do, I want you to do me – I’m sobbing and begging, pleading with you to give it to me, fuck me deeper, do me harder … oh, yes, I can take it, I want it, I want more and more!

Your hands leave my waist and instead you seize on my bra straps, where they join the back-band, using them like the reins on a horse. It can’t take the strain of your forcefulness and the clasp at the back of my bra bursts apart, but you still grasp it on each side, wrap the fabric in your fists, and use it pull me upwards into an even better position for fucking. Your pelvis flexes like a well-oiled machine, driving the wide ribbed black dildo into me at a different angle, so that its ridges rasp cruelly along my clitoris, grating and pressing on it. Ohmigod, oh! sweet Jesus! you are taking me to another level – I didn’t think it could get any higher than this, but you know how. Christ! oooh, you do know how to take a girl, dontcha?

Aaahh! Oh, you bitch-goddess, you’re nailing me – you’re nailing me to the desk! Do you like taking busty blondes, dominating them, fucking their brains out? I’ll bet you do – you’re taking me so hard, I’m being pounded into a quivering jelly by your onslaught on my pussy-slit … and you don’t let up, you won’t let up, not until I’m creaming all over your huge plastic cock, that rod that is surging in and out of my vagina like a piston on a steam engine.

You are relentless, you have no mercy on my shaking little teenage body. You just love to have a sweet young blonde on the end of your pole, they whimper so much these pampered blondes, but at least this one’s got some stamina. You’re gonna ride this straw-haired little bitch, this bucking-jerking-gasping-sobbing fucking bronco, oh yes, ride her cunt right into the ground, as you get yourself off – this is the best fuck you’ve had in months (in fact, since that Japanese slitty-bitch, she was so desperate to get that contract, she gave you up everything right here on this desk, with her little tits and so-tight pussy with its tangle of jet black hair, she screamed and writhed even more than this blonde bimbo’s doing right now).

You change your grip, and one hand seizes my pony-tail and jerks my head sharply backwards, forcing my front to rise up off the desk. This is your opportunity, your other hand reaches round to seize the nearest swaying jiggling breast, to dig your fingers into its soft quivering girl-flesh. You know my type, you are thinking, these big-titted blondes – you just bet I was a cheerleader, you bet I ate the pussy of my hard dyke coach and all the other little teen hotties in the squad (I did! Oh, yes Ms. Carter, I did and I loved it!), you bet I give it up easy for any bitch that gets her hand into my panties (yes! yes – it’s true, I will, I do!!), well – now you’re going to show me what a real woman can do, a woman of strength and power, with years of experience fucking little strumpets like me.

You lean forwards, I can feel the weight of your warm breasts on my naked back, your hard erect nipples dig into my flesh. Your mouth comes down on the back of my neck for a hungry kiss that is more of a bite – there’ll be a mark there in the morning, for sure. Then your lips pull back in a kind of snarl, and your hot breath hisses right next to my ear:

‘You blonde cow, you lezzie whore, you shitty slut, you fucking cunt! – you’re gonna cum for me, I’ll make you cum for me, you’re mine and you’ll fucking cum for me, you’ll fucking cum when I tell you to!’

‘Yes, oh, Ms. Carter! Yes, I’ll do anything for you, any time you want’ is what I manage to gasp out in reply, broken up by my squeals as the rasping of your plastic cock on my clit is taking me into the stratosphere, I feel myself going up like a firework rocket – when I get to the top I’m gonna explode, like a starburst!

Now I’m screaming so loud that if there was anyone else in the building they would come running to see what all the noise is about – but we are the only ones here, we both know that, it lets you do anything and everything you want to me, and it lets me surrender to you, and shout out all that I need and want without any inhibitions. And I’m yelling out: ‘fuck me harder, yes, make me cum, Ms. Carter – make me come for you … I want to come for you, oh! yes, I want that more than anything!’

You take my erect nipple between your first and second fingers and press hard, and I give a desperate cry as this painful but erotic stimulus mingles with the burning fire deep inside my vagina, the spasms of electric tension from my pummelled pussy lips, and the nearly-exploding bomb of my clitoris. You knew it would be the final element, and now you really let yourself go without restraint, you pull your hips back so as to spear my pussy to its furthest end with the dildo, as you give my cunt a battering ram of five viciously hard and fast penetrations, you are screaming something out that is full of swear words, words I never thought to hear from your educated, so-professional lips.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!!’ I shout frantically, my legs and arms thrashing in every direction, and then you cruelly squeeze my tit again, just as your final dildo-slam crushes my little clit-bud as it goes far into my ravaged pussy-hole, and then you hold it in there – and it’s like the rip-cord has been pulled on my grenade, I explode, I jerk so violently that we almost fall off the desk, but you hold me down with your greater weight. There is a roaring in my ears, and wildfire rips through me from my crotch to my head, like it would blow the top of my skull right off – and is that high-pitched screaming voice really mine?

‘Oohh! Arrggh-aaaaahh! Oh! – Ms. Carter! – I’m coming, I’m fucking COMING! – Oh, fuckit, I’M CUMMING-CUMMING-CUMMING!! AAAAAHH!! MAKE ME, TAKE ME, I’M CUMMING FOR YOU, FOR YOU!!’

And I do, sticky juices creaming out of my pussy hole, you can smell my cum mingled with my sweat and yours, and as I slump face down, totally taken, totally conquered, totally downright fucked-to-pieces, it does it for you – it takes you to the top, to the glory moment, to your sunburst. Your whole body goes rigid, the inner dildo of your strap-on has done its work, placed so as to rub your clit every time you shafted into my cunt. The long fat outer dildo is still rammed deep into my teenage pussy, and I gasp and squeal again as your orgasm makes the plastic cock vibrate inside of me. You let go of my hair and delectable big breast, and you reach for your own tits – you jerk them out of your bra cups, pulling on your own titties in ecstasy. Your body shakes convulsively, your hips tremble and your ass quivers with the volcanic force of your eruption, and like a tidal wave the orgasm sweeps over you, leaving you shaking in its wake.

After a moment, you place one hand on the small of my back, and smoothly pull the dildo out of my pussy. I am still almost comatose – never, ever, have I been fucked like this – and you give me a sharp slap on each buttock with the palm of your hand to stir me into action. With a gesture, you instruct me to sit up – as I do so, my broken bra falls away from my chest, leaving my jutting tits totally exposed, swaying out towards you. Quite gently, you take them in your hands and caress them, smiling in appreciation as my nipples instantly harden at your touch, and at the way my mouth parts, my tongue slipping along my lips in anticipation. You smile inside – maybe you’ve found a blonde worth keeping, after all; usually they crumple and collapse in tears, when you give them what a blonde should get – a real hard fucking … but not this one, she’s up for more, the hot little lezzie bitch. Well, you think, good – I’m the one to take her as far as she can go!

You are such a stunning sight, and I sit on the desk and gaze at my amazing boss-lady in wide-eyed admiration – so tall, with your short dark hair not even ruffled by the marathon fucking you’ve just given me, so charismatic and imposing, in your black stiletto heels, stockings, suspender belt and bra, with the huge strap-on dildo sticking out from your crotch, still glistening wetly. You pick up my ripped panties, saying that you always keep these as a souvenir the first time you fuck a girl, and anyway a slut like me doesn’t need panties and shouldn’t be wearing any. And then you say these wonderful words:

‘C’mon, my girl, get your clothes back on – you’re coming home with me, right now, and I’m gonna fuck you all night!’

Yes, oh, yes!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! … you know that I’m yours now, yours for anything, as often and as hard as you want, you don’t have to ask … just take me like this, again and again!

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Writing this story has got me incredibly turned on, so wet and so horny … now it’s finished, I’m going upstairs to the bedroom, where my partner Claire is waiting, I’m going to buckle the biggest strap-on dildo that we’ve got around her cute sweet ass, and I’m going to beg her to fuck me doggy-style the hardest and longest that she possibly can … oh, God, I need to be taken, and come and come and come …

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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Older Lady Meets Younger Hot Girl

Subject: I Meet Beca

I stopped my bike and planted both feet on the ground. Approaching me was
a young jogger. The girl had a sweat band around her head, her hair in two
braids and a smile on her face. Her sweat soaked t-shirt was plastered
against her two perfect mounds. At the summit of each was a perfect point
the shape of an olive. I was so intent on starring at this beauty I fell
over on my bike. She stopped and looked down at me with a smile and said,

“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you.”

“I don’t either,” I replied while the hand brake lever stuck me in the boob
and my legs were wrapped around the bars of the bike.

The beauty helped me get untangled and then helped me up and asked if I was
alright. I replied that my breast hurt where the lever had been. She smiled
and suggested she would make it better and gently squeezed it. My knee was
quite scraped and began to bleed a little. But I couldn’t take my eyes off
my angel.

“Why don’t we go to my apartment,” She asked, “It’s not far from here, just
around the block. Then we can do something about that knee of yours.”

Here apartment was more like a small house, all on one floor. We entered
thru the front door and angel lead me down the hall and into a bedroom.
She started to strip her soaked clothing off and I watched with a little
amazement. Here was a beautiful young girl stripping in front of a woman
she had just met. Actually we hadn’t formally met yet.

When she was down to her panties she came to me and said,

“Let’s take a look at that scrape.”

She lifted my leg up placed it on a chair while she examined my wound. I
thought this girl has done this before. She looked at me and smiled and
said,

“This wound needs a good cleaning and then a bandage. I think in the
shower would be the best place to wash it.”

Once again I was amazed but thought to my self, I wonder how far this young
lady is willing to go. She was standing right by my side as if waiting to
help me up. I put a hand on each of her hips and looked up at her smiling
face.

“There is something I’d like to do before we hit the shower,” I told her.

“What is that?” she asked.

I stood up, keeping my hands in place on her hips. I gently pushed her
back towards the bed until she fell over on it. Then I put a hand on each
thigh and spread them. The crotch of her panties was just as wet as her
t-shirt had been. I couldn’t wait to nibble and lick this hot, wet cunt.

“What are you doing?” She asked with urgency in her voice.

“I’m going to dine on a beautiful woman’s hot sweaty pussy,” I replied.

Her voice seemed to say, I don’t know about this, but her body said, I’m
all yours. So I didn’t hesitate any longer. I ran the tip of my tongue up
the inside of her thigh till I felt the smooth wetness of her panties.
Then I grasped them in my teeth and pulled on them. My beautiful little
girl lifted her hips so I could slide them down. The heavy sweaty smell
that had engulfed my senses was now be tempered by the strong and wonderful
aroma of her sex. I buried my face in her pussy, inhaling deeply as my
tongue pushed its way in to her love hole. Then our movements became as
one as she moaned and writhed about and I gripped her tightly to continue
my cleaning. Her clit stood out like a small cock and I sucked it like it
was one.

I had only been playing for a few minutes when she erupted like a volcanic
geyser. I clamped my mouth over her cunt hole so as not to loose any of
her love juice. Suddenly she lay quiet as if she had passed out. I
continued to gently lick about her pussy and into the valley between her
buns where her rose bud resided. Then each thigh was carefully cleaned and
then I sat back. This lovely little girl just laid there, a big smile on
her face and eyes closed. Then she opened them and looked at me.

“My you don’t waste any time getting what you want, do you?”

“I learned long ago that time wasted is never recovered. Now we can
proceed with that shower knowing what we are really about.”

During the shower and while drying off we were constantly at each others
bodies. I loved the feeling of the warm shower spray on my head while my
face was buried in her pussy while she seemed to prefer sucking my nipples
like a baby at its mothers. But that was to change. When we had finished
drying each other my little one took charge and led me to her bed. I found
myself flat on my back, legs spread while this little angel began making
love to my cunny. Her first action was to tease with a gentle touch of her
fingers, up and down the lips of my hole. Then she flicked my clit until I
was about to explode and then began with her tongue.

My little friend loved licking my pussy and while she didn’t seem to be
very experience she definitely knew what to do. First her lips would be
pulling my clit, then I could feel her tongue fucking my cunt and all the
while her fingers were doing a dance up and down my thighs and up and down
the crack between my buns. A tip of her finger even found my rosebud
several times. I too am a squirter and when my first climax approached I
grabbed her head, pushing my pelvis hard against her face. She drank my
juice like a thirsty child and continued licking and sucking until I
collapsed. I laid there absolutely exhausted. She brought me around by
asking,

“Which one would you like first?”

I opened my eyes just as she unrolled a large bundle that contained
probably 8 or 10 love toys. Long slender ones, big bulky black ones, a
harness for a two way strap on and several different types of vibrators. I
couldn’t believe how well equipped my new lover was. I leaned up on one
elbow and surveyed my choices. I picked a medium sized cock and the
harness and said,

“I want to fuck you with this one to start with,” I said, pulling the
harness out of the bundle. As part of the harness there was a large elbow
shaped cock like thing that went into my pussy and she attached the cock
that would be used on her. We soon were kissing and playing with each
others tits while the cock hammered in and out of her pussy and I was
favored with action with the one in me. I told my little one that when a
climax approached to tell me cause I wanted to drink at her fountain. It
was long before I found myself lapping up her love juice after a tremendous
effort.

We traded positions and the harness and cock several times over the next
few hours. I had never been with such a love child. Finally when neither
of us could move we just laid there in each others arms and enjoyed the
feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Then my little lover said,

“I think we had better have some solid food, don’t you?

I then realized how starved I was. I glanced at her bedside clock and saw
that it was almost 10. We had been making out for nearly 5 hours. I slowly
rolled out of bed and agreed with her that food was very necessary. I
started to pick up my cloths and she scolded me saying, “No cloths my love
I want to be able to see your beauty while we eat.

While we prepared something to eat we chatted like school girls. Sometimes
both talking at the same time, not listening to the other. Suddenly I put
my hand on her arm and said,

“I know every inch of your body and know what you taste like fresh from a
run or fresh from a shower but I don’t know your name.”

My little one replied, “Beca, if it’s important. What’s yours?”

“Carrie”, I replied.

We both sort of laughed and said that we were glad the formalities were out
of the way. Beca asked where I was staying and I told her and then she
asked how much longer I had in England. I told her about 10 days and she
told me she had to go to work in about 3 hours but would take the next 10
days off and we would really get to know each other. I thought to myself I
thought I knew her pretty well all ready.

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In 19th century England, a young girl travels to a boarding school and her life changes when an alien crashes behind her school.

Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny space shift. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

“I’m going to crash,” she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitants thousands of years behind Merita’s own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly people. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hours yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage wheels clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to swallow them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family’s groom, was my escort. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the next few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt…comfortable. And a whole new school…

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the carriage followed the road’s curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill’s gentle slope, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage’s wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my small breasts straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as Billy stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a black dress, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

“Young miss,” he said, holding his hand.

I took his calloused grip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the carriage. “Thank you, Billy.”

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

“Well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,” smiled the maid. “I’m Daisy. You’re the last student to arrive for term. I’ll see that your luggage is taken to your room.”

“Thank you, Daisy” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray my nerves.

“Almost late for term to start. Another day late and the Headmistress would be none to pleased with you.”

I swallowed. “She sounds strict.”

“Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Young Tabitha will take you to the school’s nurse for your physical.”

“Physical?” I blinked.

“Well, we need to make sure you’re in full health, now don’t we. It’s our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But don’t worry your pretty head. Nurse Paige will take good care of you.”

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

London had been lit for a decade, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school’s uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in waves about her face while blue eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

“You must be Etta,” the girl beamed. “I’m Tabitha, your roommate.”

“Etta?” I arched an eyebrow. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. My name’s Henrietta.”

“And that is such a stuffy name. I think Etta is better.” Tabitha beamed. “So that’s what I shall call you.”

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a nervous smile. “Okay.” My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha? Why didn’t use her name’s proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

“Now I’ve been her a week,” said Tabitha, “and been everywhere in the school.” She hooked my arm in hers. “From the basement we’re not supposed to venture down all the way to the attic. Boy was it dusty up there.”

I gave her a polite nod as I let her lead me from the foyer.

“The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hair white and put a good deal of color into your cheeks.”

I nodded again. Color in my cheeks? Wouldn’t a fright have the opposite effect?

“You would not believe some of the things that happen at night.”

“Is it…haunted.”

Tabitha gave a rich laugh. “No, no. But I think you’ll get a taste when Nurse Paige give you your examine. It is…personal.”

“Aren’t all examines personal?” I asked. “I have been to a physician.”

“Well, you’ll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns.”

What did that mean?

“Now we all eat in the great hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to relax and socialize.”

I nodded.

“You’re not much of a talker.”

I nodded.

“Good thing I can’t stop,” she laughed, “or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall.”

I favored her a tight smile.

“Well, Nurse Paige will loosen you up.” Tabitha’s eyes flicked to me. “I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay time together.”

“That sounds lovely.”

She smiled. “Oh, you can speak.”

My cheeks warmed. “I can. I just…”

“Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt.”

A giggle escaped my lips. “Yes, it was a fear I had.”

“See, a gay time.”

We stopped before a door at the end of a hall. “Well, here is the infirmary. Nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I’ll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome. Now get in there. Nurse Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting.”

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes hadn’t even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

“Come in,” a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The voice sounded youthful, not the stern, firm voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young face. She couldn’t have been more than ten years my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed color onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the skirt’s bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

“You must be the sweet Henrietta,” smiled the nurse.

I gave a quick curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

“Now, now, you don’t have to curtsy for me. I’m Nurse Paige.” She stopped before me, nodding her head. “Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta.”

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head. “Pleased to meet you, Nurse Paige.”

“I bet you are all aflutter,” she said. “Butterflies darting hither and fro inside your belly.” She rubbed a circle on my stomach.

I blinked and shifted, a nervous tingle running down to my nethers.

“Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that’s perfectly natural for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysterics you might feel.”

“Hysterics?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Such a healthy, young girl is sure to need relief.” She patted my cheek again. “But first the exam. I need you to strip.”

I blushed, but this wasn’t unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heeled shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

“No, no, child, that won’t do. All the way.”

I blushed. “Is that really necessary?”

She nodded her head. “Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must come off.”

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my drawers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and knees. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

“Camisole, too.”

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a small smile rose.

A wet itch formed between my thighs as my stomach became aflutter.

“Okay, Henrietta, let’s get your examination out of the way.”

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, stone floors. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

“I see your nipples are hardening. That’s very good.”

My cheeks grew even warmer.

“And your blush response is quite rapid.” She smiled. “Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here.”

I nodded my head, trying to slow my heart’s beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread my thighs so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden curls?

Her studying gaze increased the flutter in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my head, right beneath my jaw.

“Just need to check your glands,” she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

“Nurse Paige?” I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my nipples. They were so sensitive. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thoughts blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to touch myself between the thighs. And I knew how much a sin that would be. Girls were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our husbands, not something we should lust after.

But her touch on my breasts only made me lust.

“Nurse Paige, what are you doing?”

“Inspecting your breasts,” she smiled, her cheeks rosy. “They are succulent pair. Ripe and growing.”

And then her right hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts. “Nurse Paige,” I whined. “Please…”

Her finger pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my privates. “Oh, ho, ho,” she smiled. “Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But don’t worry, I will take care of you.”

“Hysterics?” I asked, my hips undulating. I couldn’t help it. Her finger felt so wonderful as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

“Clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat female hysterics,” she said. “Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You’ll love cumming.”

“Cumming?”

“Yes.” Nurse Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex. “That’s your clitoris I’m rubbing. Doesn’t that feel delicious.”

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A woman shouldn’t be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

“Bend over my desk and I will apply oral stimulation.”

“Oral?”

She licked her lips. “I found it’s the best way on such a young girl.”

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. Nurse Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean, letting out a sighing, “Mmm, yes.” I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right hand slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

“N-nurse,” I gasped. “Why are you…looking like that?”

“Like I’m about to feast on the most delicious cuisine?”

I nodded my head.

“Because I am.”

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her fingers parting me open so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid’s mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moans from my lips.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred. “Nothing like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The best way to relieve a young woman’s hysterics and give her the release she craves.”

“Gama…what?” I moaned, my nipples rubbing onto the polished surface of her desk. It felt so nice. I tried not to rub against them, but I couldn’t resist.

“Pussy licking, child,” she answered and took another lick. “And isn’t it delightful?”

I didn’t want to answer. My cheeks burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

“Isn’t this the most wicked, wonderful thing you’ve felt?” she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish my body wouldn’t betray me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned. “Nurse?”

“I asked you a question, you little strumpet. Do you love being gamahuched by me.”

“Yes,” I answered, unable to resist and not wanting another spanking. “I do. Lord forgive me, I do.”

“Good,” she moaned between licks. “I love stimulating a young girl’s quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy.”

Her words were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingers stroked my thighs and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most satisfying manner. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

“Nurse Paige,” I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

“Just enjoy,” she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I couldn’t fight it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingers scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear shot through me.

What was about to happen?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and undulated. What would happen when it ripened?

“Nurse Paige, somethings happening.”

“Your paroxysm is coming,” she purred. “You’re about to have your hysterics cured by a wonderful orgasm.”

“Orgasm?” I gasped.

“Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure.” She gave a wicked giggle. “And I’ll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty pussy. And so tasty.”

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My butt clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so close to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would happen. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not know was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

“Nurse Paige,” I gasped. “Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you for curing my hysterics.”

She took a final lick and then giggled, “You’re welcome, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits.”

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

“You look just lovely, child,” she smiled. “Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your room. Then you have the day free.”

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

“So, did she treat you for hysterics?”

I squirmed and nodded.

“Wasn’t that the best? I never felt more relaxed than after her treatment. The way the paroxysm bubbled through me was exhilarating.”

“It was sinful,” I gasped.

“Oh, no,” she said. “You can’t say that. It’s not a sin. It’s just helping each other out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The teachers want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently.”

“I never had trouble focusing with my governess,” I objected.

“But you’re eighteen now. Maturing. Things are different. Hysterics only affect mature woman. And you don’t want your schooling to suffer, right?”

I swallowed. “I…but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong.”

“How was it sinful?”

“She’s a…” I lowered my voice, “…lesbian.”

“No,” gasped Tabitha. “It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wonderful doesn’t mean it’s a sin. Okay?”

I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure any longer. “Okay.”

“Good.” Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classrooms were on the first few floors with the top ones devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her back. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta.” She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest dimples when she smiled. I didn’t catch all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

“They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything,” Maria laughed. “Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp boy at a government school.”

“Oh, she does,” Geneva said with a nod. “I would mind my P’s and Q’s with her and be diligent in your study.”

“What does she teach?” Tabitha asked.

“Latin, Miss Tabitha.”

My new friend blanched. “Lord defend, but I imagine I’ll be the first one whipped. Right there for you all to watch.”

“Yes, a pity I am not in your grade, Miss Tabitha.”

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a hand on her wrist and asked, “Any other teachers who are inclined towards corporal punishment.”

“Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict discipline. But Miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do believe she enjoys the sight of a girl’s well-pinked bottom.”

“You mean…she enjoys staring at our naked rears?”

“After being well-flogged,” nodded the prefect. “There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied.”

My face blushed.

Tabitha leaned over. “Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female problem. I wouldn’t mind Geneva’s tongue stimulating my clitoris.”

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha’s company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the first floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zags. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to get to bed,” she purred as she pushed back her plate. “I’m all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you’re all aflutter.”

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her blue eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I couldn’t handle this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I couldn’t face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side door into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body’s heat. What was wrong with this school? Teachers who wanted to spank their student’s bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick other girl’s pussies to treat something called hysterics.

It was all mad. It couldn’t be a real place.

I looked up at the stars, wishing I was back home.

A star fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it’s progress. It didn’t extinguish in a single heart beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A loud boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no more nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita’s ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems status. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, two of her tentacles rubbing together. “Oh, no, that’s not good.”

She pressed another button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It couldn’t fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a small lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it wasn’t a bit of rock like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other creatures once dwelt in the hills and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magical egg.

What should I do?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a large rock jutting out of the crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the native’s head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien’s craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

“Status,” Merita commanded her sensors.

“The native has suffered a large blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her entire body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes.”

“Oh, no,” gasped Merita. “Bring her in. We have to heal her.”

“That is a violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B.”

“I don’t care. Override. We can’t let her die. Seeing my craft has already interfered in her life.”

“Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C.”

“Override,” Merita said, staring at the poor native’s face, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next thing I realized was I wasn’t alone.

I laid recline on a seat, my head throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and…waking up.

Did I hit my head and fall unconscious? Where was I? And who was staring at me?

The face was a young girl’s, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts small mounds, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My heart raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I couldn’t do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking lights didn’t cover it.

“Can you understand me?” the faerie answered in a melodic voice.

I nodded my head. “A-are you…going to…hurt m-me?”

“No,” she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my naked stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

“I won’t hurt you,” she answered. “I’m Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your language is so strange.”

“I can,” I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my small breast. The end curled up to the top and brushed my nipple.

It hardened pink against her purple and a tingle ran through me.

“What are you doing?”

“Bonding with you,” she answered. “It’s the only way for the medical procedure to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you.”

“In me?” I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet, like honey. I didn’t know what to do. Why was she kissing me?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I couldn’t help it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

“Yes,” she purred, breaking the kiss as my finger traced her. “Yes, yes. I feared you did not know sex since my scans show you are a virgin.”

“Scans?” I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my inner thigh met my groin. Just so close.

“But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke lower. I like to be touched…yes, there.”

I stroked her lower back, right where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

“Oh, you are getting so wet and juicy,” purred Merita. “And you taste delicious.”

“Taste?”

“Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. So sweet. So innocent. And there is your hymen.”

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey’s tentacle.

She smiled at me. “What a sweet gift you’ve given me. What is your name?”

“Henrietta,” I gasped as the tentacle pressed harder.

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my name, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle tore through my hymen and entered me.

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

“Oh, you are so hot and sweet,” moaned Merita, breaking our kiss again. “Oh, yes, it is so wonderful to bond with you.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clitoris was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered. “I…I…could lick your pussy…and…and cure your hysterics.”

“Make me cum?” she asked, her eyes widening.

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It didn’t feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her lips were a deep purple. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my nose. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clitoris peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

“Yes, Henrietta,” gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful delight surged through my body. “Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful.”

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

She wasn’t a virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another female fey with tentacles?

It really didn’t matter right now. I pressed my lips into her folds as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations rushing to my pussy.

“So good,” I panted between licks of her pussy.

“Yes,” she purred and then her tongue flicked at my clit.

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew excited. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the paroxysms of pleasure burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful waves of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delicious rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her juices flooded out of her mouth. I tried to drink them down as I shuddered beneath her. I relieved her hysterics, too. She moaned her pleasure about my clit. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in ecstasy. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She’s perfect. She’s the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

“Oh, Lord,” I gasped, my heart hammering in fear.

Shh, don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’m in you. We’ve bonded, Henrietta. We’re one. Shh. Relax.

The flashing lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued…

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And the sister makes three

These six weeks were going to take FOREVER. I knew that. I tried to keep myself busy, but there was too much Amy going through my mind. We e-mailed everyday and spoke at least every other day. Amy was exactly the kind of woman I liked. She is very open and straightforward, she doesn’t play mind games. What you see is what you get. If I wasn’t falling for her, it had to be something pretty damn close to that.

I stayed away from the Pussy Train for the six weeks. Robin went a few times, but we played more poker than usual; did pretty well, too. I won twice and finished 4th once and Robin finished in the money twice. We skated a few times, went out drinking a bit; anything to keep my mind off Amy.

Finally the six weeks were over. When the night came, I skipped poker altogether. I didn’t want to risk anything. I made sure to be at the crossing by the Millers’ farm on time. It was just me this week; no Robin. As usual the train pulled in at 10:00 and I boarded. I didn’t see Amy right away, but took care of the disrobing to be sure I stayed on the train. I walked around the car a bit and finally saw Amy. But there was more. Elly was here, too. When I walked up to them they looked at me with the cutest and most innocent look.

“Hi Will,” they said in unison.

I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Hi,” I replied rather nervously.

“Aren’t you going to give me a hug,” they chirped, again in unison.

I leaned forward and hugged Amy. Then I turned and hugged Amy. I was so confused. They were giggling.

“You have no idea if I’m Amy, do you?” the one on the left asked.

“Maybe it’s me.” the other giggled.

I had no idea what to do. I stood there feeling MOST awkward likely with a very goofy look on my face. They moved over to me, threw their arms around me and kissed either side of my neck. This eased my tension somewhat. Then the one on the right squeezed my nipple. I jumped back from them and pointed at the one on the right.

“You’re Amy! Only Amy would have known what that does to me!”

“Easy Tiger,” said the one on the right, “Maybe I told Elly about everything we did.”

“Or maybe I told her,” giggled the other.

After a short pause the one on the left spoke.

“Here’s the deal. We’ll give you 10 minutes to figure out who’s who. If you answer correctly when tested you earn a prize. If not, you’ll be punished.”

“What if I decline?” I asked.

“If you choose not to take the test, there’s no prize OR punishment.”

“Guess I have no choice. What can I do to decide who’s who?”

“You can do whatever you think will tell you.” said the one on the left.

“Okay. Deal. But first let’s make this fair. I need to be able to tell you apart in case you move or we get separated for whatever reason. Wait here.”

I went to the bar and spoke to the bartender. In short order I came back. I pointed at the one on the left.

“Come here, please.”

She sidled over and I lifted up the sharpie marker I had borrowed. I drew a ‘1’ on her right breast. Then I motioned for the other to come over and drew a ‘2’ on HER right breast. They giggled.

“First I will kiss each of you. Number 1 will start things off.”

She came over. I bent my head down and kissed her lightly on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate with our tongues becoming intertwined. As we kissed, I ran my hands around her back and ass. She let out the odd little moan. After about a minute I broke the kiss.

“Next?” I called with a chuckle.

Number 2 came to me and I did the same with her. I started off light and slow with my lips caressing hers. Just as I was going to slip my tongue inter her mouth, she put hers in mine. I KNEW this kiss. We were both moaning. My hands her roaming wherever they could reach. Hers were caressing the back of my head as you tongues made love. When the minute was up I pushed her back. After a second or two to catch my breath I spoke.

“Next, contestant one will come over and suck my cock while I sample contestant 2’s breasts.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

1 got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my rigid dick while 2 stood before me offering her breasts to me. I started caressing and squeezing her breasts. I squeezed her nipples. She moaned. I squeezed harder and she moaned louder. Number one was doing a very good job with her tongue on my cock. I was enjoying this a lot. After a few minutes I tapped 1 on the head with my finger.

“Time to switch.”

2 took to her knees and put my shiny wet cock in her mouth while 1 gave me HER perfect boobs. I did the same to 1 and I had done to 2, but when it came to pinching and squeezing her nipples I got a different reaction. She winced a bit and pulled back slightly. This cinched it. After enjoying the activities for a few minutes I stepped back. As I pulled my cock from 2’s mouth it made an audible popping sound. She was sucking hard. They stood up and put an arm around each others’ shoulder.

“Time’s up, stud. Who’s who?” the said together.

I pointed at 1 and said, “You’re Elly.” Then I pointed at 2 and said, “And that makes YOU Amy.”

They giggled and nodded. Then they each took a hand and led me into the other cars. Just as before we went to the last car and settled on a bed.

“What gave it away?” asked Amy.

“I had it figured out as soon as you kissed me. I will never forget the way you kiss. Don’t get me wrong, Elly. I LOVED kissing you, but kissing Amy is a bit different. And then the boobs made me sure.”

“How?” asked Elly.

“When I pinched you nipples you didn’t seem to like it, but Amy LOVES that. Now there was something about a prize. I distinctly remember something about a prize if I answered correctly.”

“You’re right. You DO get a prize, but what? Maybe a nice kiss?” said Amy.

“No, he’s had that.” replied Elly.

“A blow job?”

“No. We sucked his dick already.”

“Maybe a hot fuck?”

“No. All he did was answer a question. It’s not like he solved world hunger or something.” They were having fun with this.

“I know!” chirped Amy.

She moved cover to Elly, put her hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her lips made contact with her sisters’. They kissed deeply. I saw their tongues mingling with each other. Amy was the aggressor, but Elly wasn’t resisting at all. I was stunned. This had never even occurred to me. Sure I’d THOUGHT about it, but I NEVER thought there was a chance it might actually happen. After about 5 minutes the kiss ended and I sat there speechless, staring at them with my mouth open in awe.

They came back over to me and attached their lips to my neck. After a second Amy whispered in my ear.

“You can close your mouth now Will”

I moved back and tried my best to regain my composure. They were both sitting on they knees smiling at me.

“You never told my anything about this, Amy” I said.

“There’s a LOT we have yet to discuss, Will.”

Again I was stunned. Elly moved over pushed me onto my back and kissed me. Amy moved between my legs and took my twitching cock into her hot mouth. Amy’s head bobbed up and down as I kissed her sister. This was incredible. After a few minutes Amy pulled her mouth off my cock. I was a little disappointed, but when I felt the hotness of her pussy engulf my member I was once again delirious. Elly and I kissed a while longer as Amy bounced on my happy cock. When we were catching our breath I spoke up.

“Come here, Elly.” I said while motioning her over with my index finger. She moved in to kiss me and I stopped her.

“I want your pussy, Elly. Sit on my face.”

She beamed a huge smile and climbed over my head. As her pussy descended I noted that she was freshly shaved just like her sister. As she slowly lowered her pussy onto my awaiting tongue I captured the musky aroma of her womanhood. She smelled just like Amy. When she got close I stuck out my tongue and licked her outer lips. She moaned.

“Fuck this is so hot Will!” exclaimed Amy between grunts as she rode like I was a bronco.

Elly didn’t say anything, but let moans and groans escape her as my tongue and lips got to know her pussy. She began to gyrate her hips and grind her pussy into my face. As she did this Amy’s pussy began to convulse around my cock.

“Fuck, Will! I’m cumming! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuuuuck!!!”

Her pussy muscles were contracting like a wave and this pushed me over the edge.

“Fuck me, Amy! Oh fuck! Oh yes! Yeeeeeeessss!”

“Yes! Fill my cunt with you cum, Will!”

Now Elly started to scream and her gyrations stopped. She screamed more and then it happened. Her pussy let forth with a jet of sizzling, hot liquid that hit me square in the mouth, causing me to choke and cough. When she was done Elly rolled off me and fell into a heap sighing.

“Oh yeah. Elly squirts when she cums, Will so be ready for it.” Amy said with a chuckle.

After we all got our breath back we relaxed on the bed in a three-way kiss with all three tongues playing with each other.

“I’m going to have to write a letter to Penthouse Forum about THIS.” I said

We laughed and we kissed some more.

“Okay. We HAVE to talk.” I started. “How long have you guys been doing this? Do you do it a lot? I thought you said Elly was more reserved? Why…”

Amy interrupted.

“Down, boy. One at a time.”

“Okay. How long have you been doing stuff like this?”

“You mean us together or both of us with a guy?” Amy asked?

“The latter.”

“First time with a guy, but we’ve been doing stuff with each other all our lives. When we were little girls we’d play games and the loser had to kiss the winners’ pussy. Back then it was punishment, but we soon learned that it felt really good and things developed from there.”

I couldn’t speak. I was blown away. A minute or two went by and I turned to Elly.

“From what Amy told me about your first trip on the Pussy Train it sounded like it’s not your thing? Am I right?”

“For the most part yes, but after the last time Amy told me all about her encounter with you I had to meet you.”

“I told you last time, Will. It was the details that got her to come and when she heard about all the hot things we did six weeks ago – that was it.” Amy said.

“Someone pinch me. I HAVE to be dreaming.” I said.

Elly reached down and pinched the head of my cock.

“OW!!”

Elly and Amy laughed.

“This is very real Will,” said Amy. “We’re in town for a week. Let’s leave the questions for later and just enjoy each other.”

And with that we laid back on the bed and resumed our kissing. We were a mess of arms, legs and body parts in various configurations just enjoying each other to the fullest.

“Elly, I want to fuck YOU now. What position do you like best?”

“I LOVE doggy.” She purred as she rose onto all fours.

I slowly slid my hard cock into her dripping wet pussy.

“Fuck yes. That feels sooooo good, Will.”

I glanced over at Amy, but didn’t see her. I looked around and saw her laying down in front of her sister. As soon as she did Elly dove onto her and began licking her pussy. I should have been expecting this after all the kissing, touching and fondling they had done with each other, but for some reason it still surprised me and I stopped my motions.

“FUCK me, Will! I want it. BAD!” ordered Elly.

“Oh yes, Will. Fuck her like you fucked me last time! Fuck her hard.”

I obeyed and began to drive my cock into Elly’s waiting canal with all my force. With each thrust Elly would moan or groan and her head would be driven further into her horny sisters’ pussy, causing Amy to make a guttural sound.

“This is unbelievable! I can’t believe this is happening! I love fucking you girls! Eat your sister, Elly! Fuck! Just saying that is so evil and erotic!”

Elly was so wet that my cock made a squooshing noise each time I thrust into her and every now and then some of her pussy juice would splash up on me.

“Oh, Elly. I’m going to cum! Eat me, sissy! Eat me! Fuck yes! Right there! Yes! Yes! More!! Harder! Oooooh!”

This sent me over the edge.

“Oh, Elly I’m cumming too. Take my cum, girl. Uugghh! Uugghh! Yes!! Oooooooooh yeeeah!”

I had one of my longest orgasms. It must have lasted almost 30 seconds, but as soon as it was done, Elly pulled herself off my cock and spun around into a 69 with Amy.

“Oh Elly! Yes!! Feed me your pussy! Let me eat Will’s cum out of it and make you cum!”

Again I was shocked. This experience was something I could never have imagined. The girls slurped at each others’ pussies for over half an hour. Amy had cum 3 more times before Elly even had one. I was again rock hard and moved back into the fray. I slid up behind Elly and went to slide my cock into her dripping pussy.

“No! My ass! Stick that magic cock in my ass!”

I slid it into her pussy to lube it up and was about to pull it out when Elly burst out.

“My ASS! Put it in my FUCKING ASS!!”

For a so-called reserved girl this was kind of over-the-top, but I didn’t want to disappoint her. My cock was so wet with her pussy juice that it easily slid into her ass.

“Oh FUCK ME! That feels soooooooo good!” she moaned.

As I was fucking her ass, Amy was still licking and sucking away at her pussy.

“Harder, Will! Pound my ass harder!”

I hammered away at her ass for god knows how long long before it happened. Elly started her orgasm. She began to buck her ass up and down and screamed for all she was worth.

“Yes, Elly! Cum in my mouth! Give it to me!” commanded Amy and the jet stream commeth.

“Uuuuuuuh. Uuuuuuh!” groaned Elly.

Her stream splattered all over her sisters’ face and drenched the front of my body. I was very close to cumming, but all the bucking had made my come out of Elly’s ass. When Amy looked up and saw my cock she grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth. I fucked Amy’s mouth for all I was worth.

“Oh yes, Amy. Take my cock! Taste your sister on my cock! Fuck yes! I’m going to cum girl. Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeees!”

Amy caught all my cum and swallowed every drop. When all was done we again collapsed in a heap on the bed, kissing and petting each other. I looked at my watch after a while and saw it was close to time.

“I have to go. Can we get together while you’re here?” I inquired.

“Of course. Let’s meet for coffee tomorrow. I’ll text you when and where in the morning.” answered Amy.

“See you then, girls.”

By this time we were back in the main car and I was almost dressed. The train stopped and I gave them each a deep kiss before I exited.

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Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. Both the work and the conditions there are humiliating. You can find the first chapter here: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/58002/ (Chapters 5 and 6 are posted together because, as originally written, Chapter 5 was shorter than the minimum wordcount on the site.)

Chapter 5
DAY TWO

Day Two was better, mostly just by being the same, and not worse. Michael seemed happy to see her. He didn’t comment on either the camera or her vagina but she felt somehow he knew that her pussy was bare now.

She spent all day describing and cataloguing naked girls again. She had to use the toilet several times – that red cordial seemed to go straight through her – but she had started to get used to it. She found she particularly liked the feeling of the device ‘licking’ her ass clean. On one trip to the toilet she met another of the female staff, a petite blonde whose tag described her as ‘Toy’. Toy didn’t piss quite like Kitten. She left her panties on as she pissed, and Claire watched as they became damp and then soaked, before the piss escaped to run down Toy’s legs. When she was done, Toy took the panties off, and then pushed them up inside her cunt, before putting a clean pair on over the top.

‘Why do you do that?’ asked Claire, worried that maybe she was supposed to do the same.

Toy smiled kindly. ‘I’m trying to rank up,’ she said. ‘More’s expected of you when you want to do that.’ She dressed and left without elaborating. Claire wondered what it would feel like to have wet pissy panties in her cunt, and shuddered a little.

At lunch Claire chatted to Kitten. She found out Kitten was studying sociology by distance education, and liked sewing and dancing. Claire had always wanted to dance and she listened eagerly as Kitten described ballet lessons and recitals.

At the end of the day Michael called Claire in again. ‘Good girl,’ he told her. He got out from behind his desk and patted Claire on the head. It was demeaning and Claire blushed – but it also felt good to be praised.

‘We’ve got some training for you, in fact,’ said Michael. ‘Here.’ He passed her a small plastic capsule, and what looked like an iPod with headphones. The capsule was connected to the iPod.

‘What’s this?’ asked Claire.

‘Wear it to sleep tonight,’ said Michael. ‘The earphones go in your ears, obviously, and the capsule goes in your twat.’

‘What?’ said Claire. ‘No!’

Michael looked stern. ‘Look, we don’t want to fuck around. If you want to work here, make sure you take the training tonight. If you don’t, don’t turn up tomorrow. It’s fine either way but don’t get your panties in a knot about it.’

Unhappily Claire took the device and went home.

She was quiet all dinner. When her mother asked her how work had been, she said, ‘Fine.’ She didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. Her mother looked satisfied with this answer.

That night Claire thought about ignoring the device. She wanted to. But she looked up at the camera with its red light, and knew it was use the device or tell her parents that Titcage had fired her. She unhappily spread her legs and put the pod into her pussy, then put on the headphones and pressed play on the iPod.

It was a droning male voice. ‘Tits,’ it said. ‘Boobs. Fuckbags. Slutmelons. Udders. Whoresacks. Tits. Fuckbags.’ As it talked, the capsule buzzed gently in Claire’s pussy, like a vibrator. It was embarassing, but quite pleasant. ‘Slutmelons. Udders. Tits. Fuckhandles.’ Then it paused, and the buzzing in her cunt stopped, and then the voice quite deliberately said, ‘Breasts.’

At the word ‘Breasts’ an explosion went off in Claire’s cunt. The capsule discharged an electric shock. Claire squealed and writhed on the bed. It was only a small shock but it had been so surprising. She went to rip the capsule out of her pussy, but then remembered the camera, and remembered the surprising brutality with which her father had beaten her ass. She left it inside her.

‘Cunt. Pussy. Sluthole,’ said the voice, and now it was a woman’s voice. ‘Rapetunnel. Twat. Beaver. Twat. Cunt. Pussy. Cunt. Cumcatcher.’ And then it paused, and then said, ‘Vagina.’ And again the capsule shocked Claire’s cunt. Claire started to cry, softly, so her parents wouldn’t hear.

Again and again, in different voices, the tape repeated disgusting and humiliating names for women and their body parts while vibrating Claire’s cunt, before ending with the traditional name and shocking it.

The last sequence Claire remembered before falling asleep, her cunt still buzzing and the tape still playing was:

‘Whore. Slut. Fucktoy. Pissdrinker. Rapetoy. Slut. Slut. Bitch. Whore.’ And then: ‘Claire.’ And the shock.

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Chapter 6
DAY THREE

‘Petite naked redhead slutpig 69ing a big-uddered blonde lezbo,’ wrote Claire, on her third day at Titcage. ‘They each have their legs spread and are licking each other’s engorged twats.’

Claire hadn’t slept well – a combination of the vibrator running in her twat, and its regular electric shocks. She was tired and confused, and to her shame she was desperately horny. Her pussy had been drooling since she woke up and it had now made her panties quite damp. If this were any normal workplace she’d lock herself in a toilet stall for ten minutes or so and take care of it with some quick masturbation but there was no privacy at Titcage. She took another sip of her cordial and kept working.

Claire pissed twice that day. The first was at the same time as Kitten; she found herself surreptitiously watching Kitten’s pussy as she pissed, entranced by the beauty of Kitten’s pierced cunt and the warm bubbling of urine flowing from it. Kitten complimented Claire on her newly shaved twat, making Claire blush. She didn’t comment on the obvious wetness of Claire’s pussy.

The second time was with a redheaded girl called ‘Melons’. Claire was shocked to find Melons naked and openly masturbating when Claire entered the toilet. At the same time as she was masturbating, Melons was also pissing. Claire looked at her face and saw humiliation and shame there – the girl didn’t look like she wanted to be masturbating, but nevertheless she brought herself to an orgasm as Claire watched, and then staggered away to wash herself down. As horny as Claire was, she couldn’t contemplate masturbating in front of another girl like that, and so she just did her business, pissing down her legs, and then washed up and left.

Towards the end of the day she decided she felt like some sane company, and asked Kitten if she’d like to come to Claire’s house to visit. Kitten enthusiastically accepted, and the two girls travelled together by bus home to Claire’s suburb.

‘I’m so glad there’s at least someone nice at Titcage,’ said Claire.

‘So am I,’ said Kitten. She leant over and rested her head on Claire’s shoulder affectionately. It made Claire feel warm and happy.

At home they headed straight to Claire’s room. Kitten was still wearing her collar and, Claire assumed, no panties, so she wanted to avoid her parents if possible.

In her room, Claire closed the door, and turned around to find Kitten topless. She’d removed her shirt and her 32D breasts were completely bare.

‘Sarah…’ started Claire.

‘Oh god, I’m sorry!’ said Kitten, blushing. She snatched up her shirt again. ‘Oh god, I’ve been working at Titcage so long, I didn’t think. I’m just so used to relaxing like this.’

Claire felt horrible. It was weird having another girl semi-naked around but she wanted so much to have a friend at her horrible workplace, and Kitten was so nice. ‘No, it’s okay, be however you want,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry, I was just surprised.’

‘You’re really okay?’ asked Kitten dubiously, lowering the shirt and revealing her tits again.

‘Yes,’ said Claire, feigning confidence. Kitten smiled, dropped the shirt and climbed onto the bed, tits down, wiggling her legs in the air. The action made her skirt ride up, revealing her bare buttocks.

Looking at the half-naked girl, Claire’s cunt tingled. She looked just like so many of the nude sluts Claire had been staring at for the past three days. Girls like this are for sex, a part of her mind thought. Girls like this are sluts and rapetoys. The image of the two 69ing whores from earlier today flashed through Claire’s mind before she pushed it away.

‘So how are you finding Titcage?’ asked Kitten. Claire blushed at what she’d been thinking about.

‘I hate it,’ said Claire. ‘But my parents won’t let me quit.’

‘It’s not so bad,’ said Kitten. ‘Is it really so hard to look at porn all day?’

‘It’s slutty,’ said Claire unhappily.

‘I have to look at it all day too,’ said Kitten. ‘Am I a slut?’ She rolled over onto her back as she spoke. Her tits and pussy were both clearly visible. Claire blushed.

‘No, I’m sorry,’ said Claire. ‘You’re so lovely. I just…’

‘It’s different to what you’re used to,’ said Kitten. ‘But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. I’m happy there. You can be too.’

Claire sat on the bed next to Kitten. ‘They gave me this training thing. I have to put it in my… in my pussy. And it shocks me.’

Kitten looked surprised. ‘You’re so lucky!’ she exclaimed. ‘You have one of the sleep trainers? They must really like your work!’

‘What?’ asked Claire. ‘Why?’

‘Sleep trainers are like a guaranteed rank up!’ said Kitten.

Claire listened as Kitten explained the rank system. Every girl at Titcage had a rank between A and Z. A was the highest, Z the lowest. You could give orders to any girl of lower rank; you had to take them from any girl of higher rank.

‘And the men?’ asked Claire.

‘Oh, all the women are below all the men. Any man can give orders to any woman. But you’ve seen the office. Most of the staff in our area are women.’

Ranking up was based on work performance, but it was also based on commitment to the Titcage philsophy.

‘Women are below men. The further below men you make yourself, the further above other women you are. Doing stuff that shows you know your place makes you more likely to be given a higher rank,’ explained Kitten.

Claire thought of the woman she’d seen, Toy, stuffing her pissy panties into her twat. She told Kitten about it.

‘Yes, that’s it exactly. Toy’s trying to get a higher rank, because she gets bossed around by Pussy all the time and she’s sick of it.’

Claire’s cunt was throbbing. She didn’t know why all this talk was doing this to her, but her sluthole, horny and neglected all day, was growing more insistent with every minute. She found herself staring not at Kitten’s eyes, but at her beaver, and Claire’s hand had made its way to press against her own crotch without Claire quite remembering how it got there. She tried to concentrate.

‘So you’re…’ she started.

‘Rank X,’ said Kitten. ‘Higher than you.’ She smiled mischievously. ‘Which means I get to tell you what to do. For instance, right now I’m ordering you to stop pretending your pussy isn’t sopping wet. Go take care of it. I’ll wait.’

Claire blushed bright red. ‘I’m not…’ she said.

‘You are,’ said Kitten. ‘I can smell you from here. With the amount of cordial you’ve been drinking it’s no wonder. Go masturbate. You can do it here if you want, I don’t mind, but I guess you’re probably prefer some privacy.’

Humiliated, burning with shame, but grateful, Claire stumbled wordlessly away from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Almost slamming the door behind her, she sat on the toilet, lowered her panties, and furiously rubbed her twat to a shuddering and overwhelming orgasm. She tried to think of handsome men while she frigged herself but all she could think of was Kitten’s naked pussy.

During the masturbation she thought briefly – what did Kitten mean about all the cordial I drink? – but the thought was lost when Claire orgasmed, and it didn’t resurface again until much later.

(To be continued….)

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Kyle’s witches transform his concubines into sexy warriors, while Aaliyah is attacked by a ravenous Ghul.

Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fires of the Ifrit
Copyright 2014

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought.

Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife. Kidnapped by Zaritha and taken to the Hidden Realm.

Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart.

Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife.

Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle’s fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind.

Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.

Enemies

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.

Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza’s soul when she died.

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Killed by Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Resurrected by Hecate as an instrument of the Dark Goddess’s vengeance against Kyle.

Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. Joined Kyle’s harem to cement her alliance to attack Burke. When Burke was killed, she kidnapped Aaliyah and took her to the Unseen Realm. Confused by her conflicting oaths to Kyle and Rashid.

Makerah: An Unbound Marid, a Djinn that has violated the Laws of his people and escaped punishment through a dark ritual. A servant of Sultan Rashid and his son. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Aljihm: An Unbound Ifrit and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Aalizunah: An Unbound Si’lat and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Jowah: An Unbound Ghul and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Discovered Aaliyah and Zaritha in the Sapphine Caves.

Khiana: An Unbound Jann. Once a bitter rival to Sultan Rashid but now a servant of the Sultan. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.

Principal Burke: The identity assumed by Alphonse of Toulouse, a nine-hundred-year-old knight. A warlock serving Hecate. Killed by Kyle.

Concubines

Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.

Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.

Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.

Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.

Antoinette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.

Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.

Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.

Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.

Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.

Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.

Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.

Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.

Sable Unmei nee Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. While fighting with Christy, she was hit by a Love Elemental’s attack and now completely loves Christy.

Other Characters

Shiekh Umar ibn al-Jann: Aaliyah’s father. Rules the Jann from Khoshilat Maqandeli

Ishtar: The Goddess of Magic Christy, Sable, and Phillipa now serve.

Thursday, January 28th – Paradise, Mount Rainier, WA

“So what do we need to cast this spell?” Kyle asked Christy.

The witch looked at her husband, then out at the eager concubines kneeling on the floor. She remembered what she had read in the books on spells on how to enhance a creature or a human into something else. “We need a focus to bind the spirits we captured too,” she answered. It had taken Sable a few minutes to bind the spirits into her tourmaline pendant. “Something that is attuned to the master of the familiar and can be carried by them. With the focus, they can trigger their change when they want or when you want it.”

“Okay,” Kyle nodded. “And what should that focus be?”

“It’s traditionally a weapon for humans,” Phillipa answered from the front seat. “Since the majority of human enhancements are used as soldiers or guards.”

“Like Braiden and those other two?” Kyle asked. Burke had done something to Braiden, Kyle’s former friend, and two of other his classmates, giving them the abilities to turn into vicious monsters.

“That’s exactly what they were,” Christy nodded.

“So we need to get weapons.”

“Oh, it doesn’t have to be weapons, sir,” Sable said. The witch had tried to kill Christy yesterday on Burke’s order, but Christy had used a Love Elemental to defeat the woman. Now Sable loved Christy with every fiber of her being. Christy had no choice but to take her on as a concubine or leave her to forever pine and suffer.

And there were perks—Sable knew how to eat pussy.

“What do you mean?” Christy asked her concubine.

“Well, I heard of this one witch that liked to enhance women for sex, and she used dildos and vibrators.”

“Oh, that’s awesome,” giggled Chyna. “No one thinks twice when women carry their personal massagers around.”

“They just think it’s gross,” Ms. Capello agreed. “Trust me. You should see the look on someone’s face when they find your vibrator.”

“Well, we don’t have either of those,” Kyle sighed. “If Aaliyah were here…”

She could conjure them. Christy felt her husband’s pain. She reached out to rest a comforting hand on his thigh. We’ll get her back. I’ll do everything I can to save her.

“It would not be hard to procure either weapons or sex toys,” Britney said from the front seat. “With the staff Christy possesses, she could easily teleport to an appropriate location and retrieve the items.”

“You mean steal them?” Christy gasped, giving the Rakshasa a glare. “I’m not a thief.”

“We are wanted for murder. Why balk at petty larceny?”

Christy opened her mouth to respond, wanting to argue with Britney almost on reflex, but then she snapped her mouth shut. “I guess you have a point.” Christy didn’t like agreeing with Britney. Ever since she had started dating Kyle, Britney had treated her with disdain, hating the fact Kyle was dating her.

Well, I did end up betraying Kyle, so maybe Britney was right to be wary of me.

“Let’s go rob a sex store,” Alexina giggled.

“I’ve always wanted to go in one,” Fatima beamed. “I think with this many women, we need to have a supply of interesting toys to add some flavor.”

“Definitely,” Missy, the former nurse, agreed. “There are some wild ones out there.”

The concubines all giggled with excitement. “Let’s do sex toys, Master,” Lois grinned.

“Oh, yes, please, Master,” begged Chyna while Toni nodded, her auburn hair swaying about her naked shoulders.

“I guess we’re robbing a porn shop,” Kyle said, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ve always wanted to go in one, too, Fatima.”

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“Is everyone ready?” Christy asked as she stood in the center of the SUV.

“Yes,” Fumi said, adding her voice to the chorus of all the others.

Fumi could only see her wife standing up thanks to Windfeather. Currents eddied through the extra-dimensional space of the SUV, most caused by the shifting and breathing of the many occupants, and her artifact interpreted those slight breezes as a green vision. She pushed Windfeather up the bridge of her nose. The bow was currently shaped like a pair of glasses. She was thankful to Kyle for coming up with this solution. If she didn’t touch the artifact, she couldn’t “see.”

Fumi would never regret losing her sight, not when it gave her Kyle.

She leaned her head on his shoulder while Fatima clung tightly to the other side. She could sense Fatima’s fear, despite her bravado, as Christy prepared to use the staff to move the SUV to the porn shop.

“Do you remember what the Castle parking lot looks like?” Britney asked from the driver seat.

“Yes.”

“How do you remember it so clearly?” Fatima asked with a mischievous tone. “Have you been there?”

“I’ve never been to any porn shop,” Christy gasped. “But how can you not miss it? It’s huge and on the way to the Tacoma Mall.”

Fumi had never heard of Castle before. It was a chain of porn shops with a medieval theme.

“Okay, I’m going to take us there now. Get ready.”

Fumi tensed, remembering the way it felt when the Vicar had teleported her in the school during the fight yesterday. Kyle’s strong arms tightened about her, pulling her in tight to his muscular chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, an unconscious reflex, but that didn’t stop Windfeather from painting an image of the world in green in her mind.

The image vanished.

The world folded about itself.

She couldn’t breath, couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Everything was compressed and twisted. It felt so much longer than the brief teleportation yesterday. Panic begin to trickle in. What if something had gone wrong and they were—

The world unfolded. Her vision returned. She gasped in a breath.

“We’re here,” Christy said, nodding her head, pride filling her voice. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“It was,” Britney muttered. “You folded space. We should be reduced to strings of meaningless atoms right now. I felt it. You overcame the weak nuclear force.”

“Well, magic,” Christy shrugged.

The Concubines flooded out of the car into the rain. It wasn’t nearly as cold down here in Tacoma as it was up on Mount Rainier. The rain made her vision murky, and she couldn’t see as far, but it was enough to reveal the side of a three-story tall building, its roof crenelated like a medieval castle.

“I surmise we will set off the alarms if we break in a door,” Britney said

“I got it,” Kyle said and his katana, Earthbones, appeared in his hand. He pointed it at the building and Fumi could almost feel his commands reaching out to the building from the sword. Stone ground on stone and the the plaster coating the wall cracked and crashed to the ground, revealing a wall of cement cinder blocks that were ripping out and forming a doorway for them to fit in.

“Okay ladies, find your sex toy,” Christy said with a clap. “And a bowl that can be filled with water. We’ll cast the spell in there, I think.”

The concubines all rushed through the hole, Kyle hot on their heels. Britney leaned against the SUV content to stay outside. Fumi hesitated, wondering if she should stay and help Britney stand guard or if she should go in there.

“Come on,” Fatima said, seizing her hand. “That place is full of naughty toys.”

The younger girl pulled her along, bounding with energy. Fumi couldn’t help but smile and let her wife led her into the porn shop. Her vision improved inside and they seemed to come through the DVD section. What must be adult videos were strewn across the floor, the shelf knocked over by the concubines entering.

“Sex toys are over here,” Fatima said, skipping ahead of Fumi. “Come on, I want to try one out on you.”

The store echoed with concubines gasping and giggling, exclaiming what toy they found while Christy barked orders. “Find a bowl or something we can fill with water. And don’t spend all night picking out your toy. Just grab one.”

“Ooh,” Fatima cued, then picked up a long, think cylinder of plastic that bulged with progressively wider spheres. “Do you know what these are, Fumi?”

Fumi shook her head.

“Anal beads!”

Fumi’s butt-cheeks clenched.

“Drop those pants and let me stick this up your ass.”

Fumi thought that sounded fun. So she shoved her sweatpants down her sleek thighs. She knelt and pointed her ass at her wife. Fatima fell to her knees, her hands on Fumi’s butt-cheeks, spreading them apart, her tongue darting in to rim Fumi’s ass.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Fumi panted as her wife licked her asshole, swirling about the puckered sphincter before wiggling her tongue inside.

“How kinky,” Phillipa smiled as she walked by. “You two have fun. I need to pick up some nice nipple weights and a paddle. And maybe a clit clamp. Britney and I didn’t grab any when we left the house.”

“Wow, those two are wild,” Fatima giggled as she pressed the anal beads against Fumi’s asshole. “You ready?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred.

She shoved the first bead in, so tiny it didn’t have any problems, just stretching her open enough to feel nice. Then the second bead passed through, spreading her open. Fumi groaned with the third one, and the fourth one felt nice as it popped in. Her bowels clung to the beads as they worked deeper, rippling through her.

She leaned against the shelf, Fatima pulling them out, then shoved them back in. Her juices trickled out of her pussy, filling her nose with that wonderful scent of lilies. Fatima’s lips kissed between her thighs, moving to her pussy.

“Oh, yes!” Fumi gasped as Fatima’s tongue found her pussy, swiping through her lips. “You delightful slut.”

Fatima giggled. “I just love licking my wife’s pussy. So tasty.” She pulled the anal beads out then shoved them deep into Fumi’s ass, a fifth and sixth beads popping in this time.

“I’m so full!”

Fatima giggled into her pussy, tonguing her clit as she worked the beads faster and faster through Fumi’s bowels. Her wife knew how to pleasure her, and wonderful trembles passed through Fumi’s body, bringing her closer and closer to her release.

“Harder! Fuck me harder, Fatima! They’re so wonderful! We’re taking these with us!”

“You’re going to have to use them on me sometime!”

“I will! You’ll love them!” A small burst of pleasure trembled through her, a tiny orgasm giving her taste of the explosion that was brewing.

Fatima nibbled on her clit, then sucked harder, slamming the anal beads in and out of Fumi’s ass. It was so wonderful every time one of those beads popped out of her ass before they slammed back in, spreading her open, filling her up. She arched her back, pushing her pussy down on Fatima’s hungry mouth as her pleasure peaked.

“Fatima!” she gasped. “I’m cumming! Drink it! Drink my passion!”

Fatima noisily swallowed the flood of pussy juices that burst from Fumi’s cunt as her ass squeezed down on the thrusting anal beads, adding more and more waves of pleasure to her rippling orgasm. The shelf shook as she swayed and moaned.

And then the pleasure passed.

“You two are having fun,” Kyle laughed. “I could smell you across the store.”

Fumi grinned. “Were you drawn to my irresistible pussy?”

“Definitely.”

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Kyle pulled Fumi to him, his cock throbbing and his nose filled with her lily-scent. He had to have her. She had flooded the store with her pheromones, and he was the only male around to be affected. He he had to drown the fires her scent had ignited inside him. And only her wet pussy would do.

“I need to fuck you,” he groaned.

“I know.”

“Then get on your knees,” Fatima declared, pulling something red out of Fumi’s ass.

“Oh, yes,” moaned Fumi, giving a delightful shudder. His succubus wife fell to her knees, wiggling that wonderful ass at him. Christy could handle casting the spell, he had to satisfy his lust and give Fumi the cum she needed.

He fell to his knees, her pussy dripping wet. Kyle grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down on her pussy, then pressed into her, shuddering as her wet silk engulfed him. She pressed back into his thrusts, tossing her black hair about.

“Come on, Fumi, fuck my ass with the anal beads!” Fatima knelt before Fumi, handing her the red sex toys.

“Oh, yes!” gasped Fumi, her pussy squeezing down on Kyle’s thrusting cock as she rammed the bead-covered sex toy up Fatima’s ass.

Fatima’s bubbly butt clenched and her back arched. She let out a wild howl as Fumi fucked her ass, burying the anal beads into his sister’s ass in rhythm to Kyle burying his cock into her tight pussy. He gripped his wife’s hips and watched her fuck Fatima’s ass harder and faster with the anal beads. Fatima’s puckered asshole widened then swallowed each bead.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he grunted, his balls smacking into her pussy with wet slaps. “That’s it. Fuck her ass, Fumi.”

“Oh, she is!” groaned Fatima, flashing him smokey looks over her shoulder, her mouth stretching into a wide, narrow opening as she moaned. “Fuck me! Oh, yes! This is an awesome toy!”

Watching Fatima’s asshole spread around those beads, opening wide then closing shut was so obscene. Kyle’s lust was boiling over. Fumi’s pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his cock, and her pheromones were burning through his blood. He neared that wonderful moment when all he wanted was to unleash a flood of cum into Fumi’s pussy.

He couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

“Kyle!” Christy shouted.

“Almost done,” he groaned to his wife. “Just a few more strokes.”

“Yes, yes! Give me your cum! Feed me!” Fumi’s pussy rippled down his cock, hungry for his essence.

“Cum in her, bro!” moaned Fatima! “Shit! Shit!”

“We’re ready, Kyle,” Christy complained. “This is important.”

“Yeah. I just can’t stop!”

“My fault,” Fumi gasped. “I needed it.”

Christy sighed than knelt next to him and kissed him on the lips, her hands stroking his body. “Hurry up.”

He found her perky breast, squeezing it through her shirt. Christy let out a soft moan. Kyle shuddered, his balls boiling, and erupted into Fumi’s pussy. His Japanese wife let out a piercing moan as her pussy convulsed about him, She drank in all his cum, absorbing his energy. Her body writhed, electrified, and then she collapsed on the floor, shuddering in bliss.

“Thank you,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Such a meal!”

“Good,” Christy said. “I need you for the spell, Kyle.”

“Okay,” he panted, standing up, bliss pumping through his body. He just wanted to cuddle with Fumi and sleep, but they needed to cast this spell so they could save Aaliyah. “So what do you need from me?”

“Your essence,” she told him. “It will allow you to command when the concubines change into their…enhanced form.”

“Oh, sure,” Kyle panted. “So, how do you get my essence?”

“You’re going to jerk off into a pot of water.”

He laughed. “Of course I am. Can I use your hand to jerk me off?”

She pressed against him. “Absolutely.”

The concubines were kneeling in the center of the store, each clutching their sex toys. Some had small vibrators, others thick dildos, and Chyna had several balls connected by a string that glistened with someone’s pussy juices.

“The spell has a few steps,” Christy explained. “I teleported to our schools chemistry lab for a few more ingredients. The water is boiling and I need you to cum in it.”

“Sure.”

The concubines parted and Kyle knelt before a silver pot that boiled, though there was nothing apparent that was providing the heat. It smelled a little rotten, and the water had a reddish cloud about it.

Christy seized his cock, still wet with Fumi’s pussy, and began stroking him. He hardened beneath her delicate touch, shuddering as her hand slid up and down his greased cock. The concubines all looked at him lust shining in their faces.

“You can do it, Master,” cheered Carla, a big smile on her lips.

Toni clapped, pumping her arms in the air like she was cheering at a game, and Chyna spread her legs apart and shoved those balls into her pussy, her tight slit spreading wide open and swallowing them up. She shivered then yanked them out. It was so sexy watching her lick them clean. Ms. Capello had her heavy tits out, pinching her nipples, and Lois seized Teleisia, forcing Aaliyah’s Black concubine to her lick her pussy for Kyle’s amusement.

“Make him cum, Mistress!” Sable cheered, her fingers busy working in and out of her pussy.

Ann and Kayleah scissored their pussies together and Alexina and Missy sixty-nined. Shannon seized the balls from her daughter’s hand and shoved them into her own pussy, still coated with her daughter’s pussy juices.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kyle grunted.

“Isn’t it,” Christy whispered in his ear, her breath hot. “All these women, showing off, wanting your attention.”

Women gasped and moaned. Kyle shuddered, her hand bringing him to the brink. His cum shot out, splashing into the water. The boiling solution hissed and popped, reddish smoke curling into the air.

“Ishtar, bless this potion. Let the seed of transformation be kindled. Shape those that accept with my imagination.”

The potion stopped boiling like a switch had been flipped, the surface of the water suddenly clearing into crystal clear liquid. The room became deathly quiet, all the concubines sitting up, staring with breathless expectation

“Concubines, dip your sex-toy into the liquid,” Christy smiled. “Then hand them to Kyle.” She turned to him. “Then you hand it back to them and say, ‘I bind you to my will, transforming you into my instrument.’ While you say this, push out your aura like when you use your sword.”

Kyle nodded as Chyna crawled up, his first concubine, her balls clutched in her hand, still dripping with her mother’s juices. “I’m yours, Master,” she grinned, dipping her sex toy into the clear liquid then handing it to Kyle.

He pushed out his aura and spoke the required words. Energy sprang up between him and Chyna, surrounding her with his aura as the spell settled down upon her. She shivered, her hazel eyes dilating until they were almost completely black.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered. “I really don’t feel different.”

“I left your free will intact,” Christy said, “Can you feel your ben wa balls?”

“That’s what those are?” Kyle blurted out and Christy blushed and looked down. How does she know…right, Ms. Franklin molested her. “Sorry, guess that’s not important to know right now.”

“Anyways,” Christy shot a glance a Kyle, “reach out your aura to it and concentrate on changing.”

Chyna closed her eyes and she seemed to ripple, letting out an almost orgasmic moan. In a single move, she sprang to her feet, moving with an almost feline grace.

“She doesn’t look different,” Kyle frowned.

“But I feel so different,” she moaned.

“Her reflexes have been increased along with her strength,” Christy said. “She should be capable of fighting anyone in hand-to-hand combat.”

“Oh, yeah,” Fatima smiled, then suddenly launched an aikido attack at the concubine, throwing a punch a fierce punch at Chyna’s face. She wasn’t holding back. That attack would land hard on Chyna’s face if the concubine didn’t do anything.

Chyna moved like water flowing, easily dodging the attack. The concubine seized Fatima’s arm, pivoted, and threw Fatima over her hip. Fatima hit the floor hard, gasping and coughing.

“Oh, Mistress, I’m so sorry,” Chyna gasped. “I just reacted.”

“It’s fine,” Fatima panted. “Why don’t you kiss me to make me feel better.”

“I think that’s going to work just fine,” Kyle grinned.

“Oh, yes,” Fatima gasped as Chyna began kissing her between the thighs. “Keep kissing me. Make me feel better!”

“Me next,” Shannon smiled, holding up a thick, blue dildo.

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The Sapphine Caves, The Unseen Realm

”It’s so good to be in your arms again,” Aaliyah cooed, holding her husband tight.

Kyle’s dusky, strong body held her, her breasts crushed against his muscular chest. Joy beat in her. She was with her husband, safe in his arms. He squeezed her tight, like he was afraid to ever let her go again.

“I missed you so badly,” he groaned. “You had me so worried.”

Aaliyah looked up at him, gazing into his slanted eyes that could be as hard as stone when he was angry, but now were soft as he looked down at her, full of his emotion. He had rescued her from the Ifrit and together they would rule the Djinn.

Their lips met, his tongue passionate. They were in a bed, his body atop her, his strong hands roaming her form, teasing her and exciting her. She couldn’t wait to spread her legs and submit to his desires.

“Wake up!” a woman hissed, intruding on her peace.

Kyle began to fade away, feeling lest distinct. Panic clenched her and she tried to hold on, squeezing hold of him. Her body shook hard, a woman screaming at her, banishing the sweet dream.

“What?” Aaliyah groaned, opening her eyes. She was still in the Sapphine Caves bound to Zaritha.

“What a tasty feast,” a cold, snarling voice growled.

Sleep fell away as Aaliyah bolted up right, her heart hammering for fear. A bestial, black figure crouched, a long, red tongue lolling from a mouth of sharp teeth. Aaliyah let out a shriek, kicking away from the twisted Ghul. She had never seen one so black and twisted, and the look of hunger on its face sent shudders through her.

“As you can see, I have the Jann in my custody,” Zaritha said, standing above Aaliyah. “So long as she is in the Sapphine Caves, she cannot communicate with her husband and use her powers. Go tell Rashid where we are so he can deal with her.”

The Ghul licked it’s lips and leaped at them.

Aaliyah let out another scream, helpless with her powers bound. She could summon her clothes, her beauty supplies, and transform into a whirlwind of dust. But with the chain about her, she couldn’t escape.

Zaritha conjured fire between them, stopping the Ghul’s leap. “Why do you attack me? I serve Rashid like you, Jowah. So heel and obey me.”

“You serve Rashid no longer.” Jowah licked his jowls as he peered at them between the flames. “You have failed him.”

“What is he?” Aaliyah gasped.

“Unbound,” muttered Zaritha.

A chill ran through Aaliyah. All the five Djinn tribes—Jann, Marid, Ifrit, Si’lat, Ghul—were bound by Laws laid down at the moment of creation. No Djinn could kill a mortal except in self-defense. They could not kill their fellow Djinn except at the order of the Sultan. And they could not dwell in the Mortal World for more than a year without being bound to a Master.

“How has he not been dragged into Haawiyah?” Haawiyah was the fiery hell where any Djinn should be cast who broke the Laws.

“I did terrible deeds,” cackled Jowah, his breath a rancid fume.

A roar of insects hummed through the air, spewing from the Ghul’s mouth. They crashed into the barrier of Zaritha’s fire, their small bodies consumed in the flames. Every small body puffed into greasy smoke and they died by the thousands, the oily smoke rolling across the floor of the cave towards them.

“I don’t like the look of that smoke,” Aaliyah whispered.

“It’s poisonous,” Zaritha hissed.

Zaritha fled the smoke, racing past Aaliyah. The Jann went to stand, but the chain connecting her to the Ifrit went taut, pulling her off her feet. She landed hard on the crystalline floor of the cave, pain flaring in her body. Zaritha gasped, jerked short, then turned and yanked on the chain, pulling Aaliyah away from the spreading fumes.

“Free me!” Aaliyah commanded as her wrist screamed in pain and the crystalline floor bruised her side.

“I can’t! You’re Rashid’s prisoner.”

The noxious fumes snuffed out the fire as Aaliyah managed to scramble to her feet. “Fire cannot stop death,” cackled the Ghul. “It can only make it sweeter.

“Shaitan!” Zaritha screamed, throwing fireballs at the Ghul as it cackled and hissed, leaping about the cave. Another swarm of insects surged at them, consumed by fire, creating more smoke, forcing Aaliyah and Zaritha to retreat down a tunnel, racing side by side.

“Yes. Flee. Let fear season the meat!” cackled Jowah, lopping behind them. “Marinade in terror!”

“You have to release me! I am your mistress. You shall obey me!”

“I serve Rashid!”

“Why?” Aaliyah threw a look over her shoulder at the pursuing Ghul. “Rashid sent that thing to kill you.”

The Ifrit stopped, turning to face the Ghul, her face burning with anger. “I served him faithfully and he sends his dog to kill me!”

“What a terrible Master. Kyle and I would never treat you like that. You are such a powerful Ifrit. We would respect you.”

“Such sweet words you speak,” Zaritha hissed, throwing fire. “Do you really mean it?”

“Yes!” Aaliyah huddled behind Zaritha. “Free me so we can move faster.”

The chain dissolved as the Ghul leaped. Zaritha’s hands were engulfed with flames, fire flashing down the tunnel, lighting up the blue walls. Jowah dodged each ball of fire, leaping from floor to the side of the tunnel, then racing up onto the ceiling, clawing along, his tongue lolling as he cackled his enjoyment.

“So desperate. So afraid. So tasty.”

“Get out of the cave,” Zaritha shouted. “Return to Kyle. Let Rashid stew in bitterness and fear knowing his enemies are reunited!” Fire wreathed the Ifrit as the Ghul lunged at her. They collided in an explosion of sparks, their bodies falling to the cave floor. Flames burned brighter as they grappled.

“Zaritha?” Aaliyah gasped, watching the fray. She wanted to do something for the Ifrit. To help her out.

Zaritha howled. The flaming figures rolled about on the floor. Fire crackled and popped, black smoke bleeding off of them. They crashed into the sapphire walls of the tunnel, then fell to the floor in a heap. Zaritha’s neck bled, the blood burning as it pooled on the ground. Jowah, his black skin cracked and flaking, gained his feet, fixing his bestial eyes on Aaliyah.

“Will you taste as sweet, little Jann?”

He lunged.

Aaliyah became dust, whirling in the air. She flowed around the leaping Ghul, his clawed hands swiping out to grasp her essence. She moved fast, pulling back her true essence from his touch. He missed. She flowed down the tunnel. She had to find her way out of here and get free of all the sapphire that kept her from communicating with Kyle.

She was aware of everything around her, her sight no longer limited to just a pair of eyes. Zaritha’s dark skin blackened around the Ghul’s bite, his poison devouring her body. There was nothing Aaliyah could do so she kept fleeing. The Ghul became a cloud of noxious vapors, flowing black behind her.

She raced through the tunnel, reaching the larger cave that Zaritha and her had appeared in. There were three branches out of that cave and she had no time to consider which to take. The one to her left seemed to slant up, so she raced to it, her dust whirling fast, hissing and scouring the sapphire as she past.

Jowah closed the distance, his noxious fumes seemed to move faster than her. Desperation spurred her to whirl faster as she followed the twist and turns of the tunnel. It rose up and she could only hope that it would take her out of all this sapphire.

I will enjoy feasting on you, the foul thing hissed behind her, not words, but currents that vibrated through the air.

She forced herself to fly faster as he closed the distance.

I need to get back to Kyle! I can’t die!

He neared, his foul essence reaching tendrils towards her whirlwind.

Sunlight was ahead, streaming from a hole in the ceiling of the cave.

A tendril of foul vapor wrapped touched her whirling dust, pouring into her essence.

Poison burned through her. She coalesced back into her body, falling down on to the hard surface of the cave. The vapors were above her. They contracted into a tight sea of black fog, then Jowah appeared, falling down on her. Up close, she could see half his cheek had been burned away by Zaritha, his gleaming teeth peaking through charred flesh.

She struggled to escape, but it was getting harder to move as his noxious fumes burned through her form. He licked his lips, foul spittle dripping down on her, burning like acid. Aaliyah thrashed with all her strength. But the Ghul’s grip was deathly tight.

Then the bestial thing lowered his mouth and bit into her neck, tearing at her flesh.

Aaliyah screamed.

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Majlis al-Jinn, Oman

Space folded around Kyle.

He held onto Fatima and Alexina as Christy used her staff. He was ready to take his wives, concubines, and Britney into the Hidden Realm to rescue his wife. He wasn’t going to let the Marids hold onto her for a moment longer.

Reality returned and Fatima laughed. “Oh, this feels familiar. We’re going to rescue Aaliyah again.”

“And we’re not going to lose her after this,” Kyle promised. I’ll hold onto you this time, Aaliyah.

His concubines all let out moans, shuddering as they activated their transformations. They all seemed more beautiful and graceful as they spilled out of the SUV. Kyle climbed out into the blistering heat of the austere desert of Oman. He summoned Earthbones, his katana feeling natural in his hand. The ground beneath his feet seemed alive, whispering to him. There was a wide, yawning space between them, a massive cave.

“There is the opening,” Britney said, pointing to a jagged hole in the ground. She had Waterclaw clutched in her hand, her hair standing up on end and faint, dark stripes appearing on her face. She was ready for a fight.

Kyle marched across the desert, shrugging out of his winter coat, letting it drop to the ground. He doubted it would be cold in the Unseen Realm. He reached the opening, peering down into the massive gallery of the cave.

“Power swirls in there,” Christy whispered as she stood near him. “The staff’s humming.”

“Take us down, Christy,” Kyle ordered.

“Let’s be ready,” Fatima grinned, her yari out, the straight blade at the end of the spear burning with fire.

Christy’s staffed glowed black. Reality folded and then they appeared at the bottom of the cave. It was huge, a current of wind stirring through the vaulting gallery. The main building of Kyle’s school could easily fit inside this gallery.

“It is the second largest known gallery in the world,” Britney said in awe as she looked about, her voice echoing back.

“You can almost hear them talking,” Fumi whispered. “Can’t you hear the voices?”

“How do we cross?” Fatima demanded, spinning about as the concubines fanned out, looking alert and deadly.

And so sexy. Focus, Kyle. You can ogle your concubines later.

“Ishtar, reveal what is hidden to my sight,” chanted Phillipa as she gazed into the depths.

“What do you see?” Britney asked.

“All the power converges near the center. Where the sunlight touches the stone. The fabric of reality is thin right there.” She frowned. “But there’s a guardian.”

“Of course there is,” Kyle groaned. “Why can’t everything be easy?”

“Then anyone would be able to enter our realm,” a feminine voice informed. Mist appeared, coalescing into a beautiful, dusky-skinned woman draped in blue silk.

Britney hissed, “Beware, she is a Marid, Kyle.”

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The Sapphine Caves, The Unseen Realm

Zaritha struggled to get up as Aaliyah and the Ghul flew over her head. She needed to help Aaliyah. After millennium of loyal service to Rashid, he had cast her aside because she couldn’t bring herself to kill one Jann.

“One mistake,” she moaned, fighting off Jowah’s poison burning through her body. “This is how you repay loyalty!” Her words echoed through the crystalline tunnel. “I was the one that imprisoned Kalila! I am the reason the Ifrit serve you! Why, Rashid?”

Her anger burned against the poison, forcing her to stand up. Fire crackled inside her. A molten sea that she wanted to unleash on Rashid and damn the consequences of killing another Djinn without the Sultan’s permission.

She flashed into flames, the pain falling away, consumed by her living fire.

“I will see all your plans dry up like a puddle beneath the burning sun!”

She chased after Aaliyah and Jowah, rushing through the crystalline tunnels. She reached a cave with multiple tunnels branching off. The Ghul’s passage was easy to see, his oily essence staining the sapphire floor and walls as he passed. She went left, her fire crackling and roaring, echoing through the narrow tunnels.

“I’ll kill your dog and then I’ll kill you, Rashid!” she roared.

She burst into a larger gallery, sunlight streaming through a hole in the roof. Jowah was atop the Jann, his hands clutching her arms, his mouth tearing at the meat at the base of her neck. More anger burned inside her.

“That is my Sultana!”

Jowah turned, blood and flesh clinging to his teeth. Her living fire slammed into him, throwing him off her mistress. She wrapped her flames around the unbound Ghul, delighting in his howls of pain as she burned him.

He became noxious fumes, polluting her flames. His poisonous vapors mixed inside her, the pain intense. His fumes were smothering her fire, choking her out by depriving her of oxygen. She burned hotter, reaching into herself, burning her very essence.

“You will not have her, unbound!”

He howled as her flames burned brighter and hotter. She was the sun. Pure and clean. He was foul and poisonous, but fire could consume anything. She burned his fumes, oily smoke filling the cave, pouring out the hole in the roof.

Jowah tried to pull away, finally afraid of fire the way a beast should. But she didn’t let him go. She was going to consume every bit of this foul beast no matter how much of her life’s essence she needed to expend.

Her anger wouldn’t let her stop.

She delighted as she consumed more and more of him, burning every bit of his foul essence until she reached the very center of him, his heart chained with diamond, binding him to the Unseen Realm. It helped to anchor him, keeping him from being dragged into Haawiyah where he and all the foul Unbound belonged.

Zaritha burned his heart. The diamond chain fell to the cave’s floor, no longer anchoring Jowah to this reality. She felt the last bit of him die, his soul howling as the Laws dragged him down to Haawiyah.

Her fires burned out and she became flesh again. Her entire body screamed in agony. She had taken in so much of his poisonous fumes to consume him. Her skin was blackened. Her body trembled and her stomach heaved.

“Aaliyah,” she croaked, crawling to the Jann.

Her Sultana was feverish and unconscious, her flesh badly savaged, the poison consuming her. She was dying.

Zaritha seized her hand, fighting the pain. She would see Aaliyah lived to spite Rashid. She became fire one last time, pulling Aaliyah with her. Her fire burned weak, sputtering and coughing as she rose through the hole and into the pounding sun.

“Don’t die yet,” Zaritha moaned as she became flesh. They were in the blasted wastes of the Ghul lands, red rocks dotting a dead landscape. A layer of loose dirt was beneath them, blown about when the wind howled, coating everything in red.

It was what Aaliyah needed. She was Jann. The earth would heal her just like fire would heal Zaritha. Her fingers trembling, Zaritha scooped up a handful of the soil, pressing into Aaliyah’s torn neck, rubbing it into her wounds.

A whimper escaped Aaliyah’s lips.

Zaritha scooped again, packing more red soil into her wound before she began pouring it across Aaliyah’s body, letting the Jann absorb the element that gave her existence, replacing what the Ghul had poisoned.

“You’ll live,” Zaritha whispered, lying her head upon her mistress’s stomach. The Ghul’s poison burned through her, slowly snuffing out her flames. “You’ll make sure that Kyle defeats Rashid.”

Zaritha’s let her eyes close.

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Majlis al-Jinn, Oman

Britney eyed the Marid carefully, holding Waterclaw before her. The Marid’s dark eyes flickered around at the concubines all poised, ready to strike, then at Kyle’s wives. Fatima had her flaming spear leveled, Fumi was drawing her bow, and Christy stood ready to begin spell-casting.

The Marid was surrounded. Yet Britney smelled only curiosity, instead of fear, from the Djinn. Britney’s heart beat faster. The change began to steal over the Rakshasa as her body prepared for battle. This creature was either so confident in her power that she could handle them all, which scarred Britney, or something else was going on.

The Marid’s eyes settled on Britney. “You wield my knife.”

“It is mine now,” Britney growled. “Try and take it from me.”

The woman smiled. “I have no intention of taking it from you. That dagger was given to the Jann as tribute so many millennia ago.” The Marid looked about. “You have all five of the Djinn Artifacts.”
“Five?” Kyle blurted out. “Aaliyah only gave me four.”

“It’s this staff,” gasped Christy.

“Yes. Wherever did you find that? The Ghul’s staff had been lost to one of Hecate’s minions.”

“Does that really matter?” Kyle demanded. “We need to get to the Unseen Realm. Stand aside and let us past or try and bar our way.”

“Forceful,” the Marid murmured. “I am Sarai, daughter of Rashid.”

“The Sultan?” Kyle stepped forward, his sword before him. “So you are our enemy.”

“Perhaps.” The Marid turned back to Britney. “My dagger chose you. I can sense the deep depths within you. The cunning. The intelligence. You serve this man. Why?”

“Because I must,” Britney answered. “I am Rakshasa. I dedicated myself to him when we met as children. I could sense his greatness.”

“And do you ever regret that decision? Has your loyalty ever waivered?”

“No.”

“Why not? Why does this man inspire you to be loyal? He lacks cunning. I can sense it in his dull eyes. His solution is strength, to batter me aside without trying another tactic first.”

“He is strong,” Britney answered, looking at Kyle. “He does not flinch from what must be done. His will is great. He has bent many to his service. And he cares. Despite his rocky exterior, warmth burns in his depths. He is the only friend I ever had. I was different. All the kids could sense it. But Kyle did not care. Even if he wasn’t a great man, I would serve him for the years he cared for me. He is loyal. He would not betray anyone to get ahead. He will come at you straight on.”

“Britney,” Kyle muttered, his eyes wide.

“Would you die for him?”

“Without hesitation.”

The Marid’s eyes narrowed, then she turned to Kyle, kneeling before him. “My father did not steal the Sultanate from just the other tribes when he selfishly held on, but he stole it from his heir. He forced my brother to commit such heinous acts that he became Unbound. Now he is little more than a monster. When I objected, he banished me to watch the portal.”

“Unbound?” Kyle asked.

“All Djinn are bound by the Laws. If we break them, there are consequences. My brother broke those rules and, instead of facing the consequences, he untethered himself from all Laws of morality. He is a beast hiding behind a cage of intellect. You will face him when you cross over. My father will unleash all his weapons to stop you.”

“We’ll defeat him and any others your father sends us,” Kyle said. There was no bravado in his tone.

“You seek the Sultanate?” Sarai asked.

Kyle nodded.

“You already have married the Jann heir,” she whispered. “You will need most of the tribes support to hold the Sultanate. Defeat my father and end his perfidy, and I will unite the Marid with you through marriage.”

“I have four wives already,” Kyle said. “And I don’t want some woman that is marrying me unless she loves me or submits fully to me.” Kyle stepped forward, cupping her face. “Open the gate, pledge me the support of your people, and you can be free to marry whom you want.”

She blinked in surprise. “You actually care about my feelings?”

“I only want women who want to be dominated by me. Who agree because that’s what burns in their hearts. Do you want to kneel before me and worship me with your body?”

“Not in the least,” she answered. “I will open the gate.”

To be continued…

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Vacation with my family

Hi everybody‭! ‬I am Stephanie or just Steph like all my friends call me and this story is about the first sexual vacations with my family.
But first of all let me introduce you to my family.‭ ‬There is my dad Peter,‭ ‬my mom Cynthia,‭ ‬my little brother Chris,‭ ‬my little sister Sarah and of course me.
For being‭ ‬39‭ ‬my dad is still a hot looking man.‭ ‬Being‭ ‬6‭ ‬feet and‭ ‬1‭ ‬inch‭ (‬for metric readers:‭ ‬1.86m‭) ‬and having well shaped muscles he looks marvelous.‭ ‬But the best parts are his deep blue eyes and his short blonde hair.
My mom looks like being‭ ‬25‭ ‬although she is‭ ‬36‭ ‬and has a breathtaking body.‭ ‬Although she is rather short‭ (‬5‭ ‬feet‭ ‬4‭ ‬inches‭ [‬metric:‭ ‬1.63‭]) ‬her legs are longer than everything.‭ ‬She is proud of having a nice firm round butt and really nice‭ ‬36C boobs.‭ ‬She has an angelic face surrounded by straight long blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
Chris‭ (‬15‭) ‬is a younger version of his father and if you compare pictures of him and my father when he was‭ ‬15‭ ‬you can‘t see any differences.
Sarah and me are younger copies of our mother with only small differences.‭ ‬Sarah has curled blonde hair while mine is straight as well.‭ ‬For being only‭ ‬13‭ ‬Sarah has developed nice and firm‭ ‬32A cups.‭ ‬She is a little smaller than me but an eyecatcher like our mom or me.
And last but not least it’s me,‭ ‬Steph.‭ ‬I am‭ ‬16‭ ‬but as developed as my mom having a‭ ‬36C and her long legs.‭ ‬By only being‭ ‬5‭ ‬feet‭ ‘‬tall‭’ ‬these beautiful firm tits are more noticeable than my mom‘s.‭ ‬But enough of us,‭ ‬our vacations waits…

It all started on the last school day before the summer-break.‭ ‬All of us were looking forward to our summer holidays at a sunny beachside.‭ ‬3‭ ‬weeks of laying in the sun,‭ ‬swimming,‭ ‬surfing and barbequing.‭ ‬What a paradise…

When the school bell rang the last time I sprang up and headed towards my car in no time.‭ ‬As usual I had to wait until Chris came out of the building followed by a whole bunch of girls.‭ ‬You have to know that every girl in his class and even girls form my class wanted to date him.‭ ‬He is in the football team and plays very well.‭ ‬Even his coach says that he will get a stipendium for university.‭ ‬Because of this and the fact that he is good looking and kind to every person,‭ ‬all girls want to date him.
After saying‭ „‬good bye‭“ ‬and‭ „‬have nice holidays‭“ ‬and a lot of hugging we finally drove off to Sarah’s school to get her as well.
When we arrived at home mom and dad had loaded dads truck with all our luggage so that we only had to take our stuff.‭ ‬Our parents waited until it was evening so that we did not get any trouble with traffic jams and we headed towards our beach-house.
During our long drive through the night we kids slept,‭ ‬heard music or relaxed until we arrived there in the afternoon.‭ ‬Chris,‭ ‬Sarah and me helped to get everything in and started to unpack our stuff.‭ ‬Mom and dad of course got the master’s bedroom,‭ ‬because Sarah and me had to share a bedroom we got second biggest and Chris got his own.
Sarah and I helped each other putting our stuff into the wardrobes when some little black thing dropped out of her luggage.‭ ‬I saw it only for some seconds because Sarah quickly picked it up and put it back while she got bright red.
‭“‬Sarah what was that‭?” ‬-‭ “‬No…‭ ‬nothing special,‭ ‬only a‭ ‬…‭ ‬a waterproof purse…‭”
“Oh come on Sarah,‭ ‬that didn’t look like that.‭ ‬More or less it looked like a little thing with which you can have much fun.‭” ‬-‭ “‬No Steph,‭ ‬it’s only a purse…‭”
“If this is a purse‭ ‬you can‭ ‬show me.‭”
Turning red again Sarah shook her head.‭ “‬I don’t want to.‭ ‬It is‭ ‬…‭ ‬it is…‭” ‬-‭ “‬It’s O.K.‭ ‬Sarah I know that this isn’t a purse.‭”
Ashamed Sarah sat on the bed almost crying.‭ ‬I sat next to her putting my arms around her.‭ “‬Sarah everything is fine.‭ ‬I don’t want to have this little pocket rocket back.‭ ‬Take it as a little gift.‭ ‬I don’t want to see my little sister ashamed or crying so stop it,‭ ‬please.‭ ‬There is nothing bad about using such devices,‭ ‬it absolutely normal.‭” ‬Sarah looked at me‭ “‬Really‭? ‬You are not mad that I stole it from you‭? ‬I…‭ ‬I just wanted to try out but I had not the heart to do so.‭ ‬Do you really think this is normal‭?”
“Of course.‭ ‬It is not evil and you are no pervert to do that,‭ ‬it is completely normal and one of the best things in the world.‭ ‬Trust me you will love it‭!”
“Steph,‭ ‬when did you start to play with yourself‭?”
“I discovered this pleasure when I was‭ ‬12‭ ‬while I was showering…‭ ‬This warm water and the massage of the water-streams…‭ ‬it was amazing.‭ ‬Since there I started to masturbate.‭”
Sarah watched me shocked.‭ “‬Shhhh…‭ ‬don’t call it this way.‭ ‬Mom and dad could possibly hear us‭!”
“But that’s how it is called…‭ ‬Masturbation.‭ ‬But if you feel better with‭ ‘‬pumping the pussy‭’‬,‭ ‘‬fingering‭’‬,‭ ‘‬jill off‭’ ‬or‭ ‘‬beating the bean‭’ ‬I will call it that way.‭”‬,‭ ‬I smiled.
She once again turned bright red:‭ “‬Stop it,‭ ‬please‭! ‬Call it‭ ‘‬masturbate‭’ ‬but please don’t use the others again,‭ ‬O.K.‭?”
“As you wish,‭ ‬my little prudish sis.‭ ‬By the way when did you start to‭ ‘‬masturbate‭’?”
“I think I started with it when I was‭ ‬12.‭ ‬My friends told me that they have done it and that they liked it.‭ ‬The only topic they chatted was‭ ‘‬playing‭’ ‬and I wanted to chat with them as well.‭ ‬At first it was strange but after some practice it got better and better.‭”
“Sarah,‭ ‬please be honest.‭ ‬Have you ever tried some objects or did you always use your fingers‭?”
“Well…‭ ‬at the beginning I only used my fingers.‭ ‬Some month ago my friends started to speak about the objects they sometimes use.‭ ‬They spoke about candles and even some vegetables and I was shocked.‭ ‬On the other hand I wanted to know how it feels but even after days and weeks of thinking I had no idea until I remembered your little pocket rocket.‭ ‬That was two weeks ago but until now I was too frightened to try it.‭”
“One last thing I would like to know,‭ ‬after that you can ask whatever you want.‭ ‬Did you ever had an orgasm‭?”
“I don’t‭ ‬know,‭ ‬how does it feel‭? ‬Is it good‭?”
“Oh yes,‭ ‬it is the best feeling in the world.‭ ‬But I think that you had none until now otherwise you would know what I mean.‭ ‬But I think you will soon feel it.‭ ‬So now do you want to know something‭?”
“Is it really no problem for you that I stole your pocket rocket‭? ‬I mean you couldn’t use it…‭”
“No,‭ ‬since I started to use that toy I bought some others so it is not a problem.‭”
Sarah got big eyes by her surprise.‭ “‬You have more than that thing‭? ‬What is it‭? ‬How does it look‭? ‬Is it‭ ‘‬good‭’?”
“Slow down a bit little Miss Masturbation.‭ ‬And yes,‭ ‬I have more than that one.‭ ‬At least I have four more.‭ ‬Two of them are vibrators and the other two are normal dildos.‭ ‬Both vibrators look like the pocket rocket you have but are bigger.‭ ‬One of the dildos looks like a real penis with the head and even balls and the other one looks like the vibrators but without the vibration.‭ ‬And another time‭ ‘‬Yes‭’ ‬they are really good.‭”
Sarah’s mouth dropped down as she heard about my little collection.‭ ‬She even did not say anything to the name I given her.
‭“‬Do you have one with you‭? ‬I would like to see it.‭” ‬-‭ “‬Of course I have two of them here.‭ ‬One vibrator and one dildo but I don’t show them to you now.‭ ‬You have to wait until tonight.‭”
“Please‭! ‬Show them to me now.‭”
“Sorry for that sis but you have to wait and maybe you will get a bit excited.‭ ‬We have to unpack our stuff and after that I want to go to the beach.‭ ‬You can come with me and maybe we will continue our little chat.‭”
After some minutes in which Sarah tried to convince me to show the toys to her we continued our work.
We finished everything and got ready for the beach but mom told us that lunch would be ready soon so we changed our plans and went to our Jacuzzi.‭ ‬Sarah wore a nice black swimsuit and I chose a light blue monokini.‭ ‬As soon we got in,‭ ‬Sarah started to chat again.
We chatted at least for one hour about masturbation,‭ ‬toys and other fun until our mom called us in so we dried us and went in.‭ ‬After dinner mom and dad had to go shopping because they realized they forgot most of our food and Chris went out to the beach for some surfing.
As soon Sarah and I were alone she came to me asking if she could see them finally.
‭“‬Sarah calm down.‭ ‬This isn’t a big thing.‭ ‬I will show you my toys but you have to promise one thing.‭ ‬You will not tell anybody anything about this.‭ ‬Is that OK for you‭?”
“I swear that I will not tell anybody anything.‭”
“Good little Miss Masturbation.‭”‬,‭ ‬I smiled.‭ “‬Now come with me.‭”
We went to our room and Sarah sat on the bed while I picked my backpack and took out my toys.‭ “‬Here they are.‭” ‬I laid them onto the bed and Sarah almost collapsed.
‭“‬Ohhh…‭ ‬my…‭ ‬gosh…‭ ‬These ones are soooo huge…‭ ‬Actually I was afraid to try your little pocket‭ ‬rocket but seeing these giants I’m really afraid.‭”
“Oh little baby sis,‭ ‬there’s nothing to be afraid off.‭ ‬They are bigger than yours but they are average-sized.‭ ‬They are only‭ ‬8‭ ‬inches long and‭ ‬2‭ ‬inches thick.‭ ‬There are even bigger and longer ones available.‭”
“Really‭? ‬Doesn’t it hurt as hell‭? ‬When I masturbate I sometimes put my finger into me and at the beginning it hurt.‭ ‬Now it doesn’t hurt anymore but it feels so tight.‭ ‬I can’t imagine how this should fit in.‭”
“You are right Sarah.‭ ‬It is tight but after some practicing your pussy is stretched enough so that you can put these into you.‭ ‬It doesn’t hurt but gives you the best feeling on earth.‭”
“Steph,‭ ‬as long as you don’t prove this I can’t believe you.‭”
“What‭? ‬Are you kidding Sarah‭? ‬I will not ram that dildo into my pussy as long you are watching.‭” “‬But you could possibly show me how I have to do that.‭ ‬If I watch you do it my fear will be gone and I will try it as well.‭ ‬And by the way,‭ ‬didn’t you tell me that this is the most natural thing in the world‭? ‬Why would you be so cruel not to share your knowledge and techniques with your little sister‭?”
“You won.‭ ‬I will give you a little show but you have to do one thing.‭ ‬You have to turn me on a bit by fingering your little pussy in front of me.‭ ‬Just close your eyes imagine you are alone in your room and you want it.‭”
Sarah got bright red:‭ “‬I…‭ ‬I’m not sure if I can do that.‭ ‬It is difficult while you are watching me.‭”
“For me it’s as difficult as for you plus I will use my little purple friend.‭”‬ ,with that I raised the purple dildo.
‭“‬Fine,‭ ‬I will try it.‭”
Sarah lay back on the bed,‭ ‬closed her eyes and started to slide her fingers over her breasts.‭ ‬In no time I could see her hard nipples poke through her swimsuit.‭ ‬Her left hand started to caress them while her other hand ran down her belly and landed on her crotch.‭ ‬With two fingers she started to pinch her nipples.‭ ‬Her breathing became flatter when her fingertips met her slit and started to massage it.‭ ‬She shoves the material of her swimsuit into it and I could see my sisters beautiful camel toe the first time.‭ ‬After some minutes of doing so her fingers reached under the fabric and pulled it away.‭ ‬Her wonderful naked pussy appeared and she dug her fingers deep between her outer lips.
Within seconds I noticed that I was getting wet as hell and I immediately pulled away the fabric of my monokini and started finger-fucking me.‭ ‬After some more minutes Sarah finally pushed one finger into her lovely fucking hole which gave me another kick.‭ ‬I entered my dripping pussy with two more fingers and stretched it more.‭ ‬I grabbed my dildo,‭ ‬shove it into my mouth and sucked it a bit.‭ ‬Then I noticed Sarah looking at me with her finger still inside.
‭“‬Now the important part will start.‭”‬ ,‭ ‬I said and lined up the head of the dildo with my pussy.
‭“‬I will show you how it will not hurt.‭”
With that I started rubbing the head up and down my slit a few times.
‭“‬When your toy is wet enough you can start to penetrate yourself but always start slow.‭”
I slowly shove half of the head into me and pulled it out slowly again.
‭“‬You can repeat it as often as you wish and then shove in more and more.‭ ‬But be sure that it doesn’t hurt.‭”
I repeated it three times and then pushed the cock deeper into my waiting slit.
‭“‬Push as deep as you like and pull it then almost out again.‭ ‬Do so at what speed you like.‭ ‬That’s it.‭”
I ended my explanations and started to pump my pussy deeper and quicker.‭ ‬I used more and more speed and power until my hand started to clap against my pussy producing smacking sounds.‭ ‬This kind of fucking I like most,‭ ‬hard,‭ ‬deep and with high speed.
I recognized that Sarah now used two fingers to fuck her pussy which sent a thrill through my whole body.‭ ‬With my free hand I started pinching my nipples and soon felt a rising pressure inside my fuck hole.‭ ‬My breath speeded up and suddenly there was the edge.‭ ‬I pumped my raging pussy with two more almost violent strokes and started cumming.
My legs started to spasm I screamed and my pussy started spraying.‭ ‬Wave after wave of ecstasy shot through me while my body buckled up and down.‭ ‬When my orgasm started to subside I looked to Sarah.‭ ‬She had stopped masturbating and watched me shocked.
‭“‬Steph‭? ‬Are you alright‭? ‬Did you hurt yourself‭?”
“Everything’s OK.‭ ‬Hui…‭ ‬that was an amazing orgasm…‭ ‬One of the best I had until now.‭ ‬Maybe because I could watch your finger fucking your little pussy.‭ ‬And no,‭ ‬I did not hurt myself.‭ ‬Sometimes it looks like pain but this was pure pleasure,‭ ‬believe me.‭”
Still a bit worried Sarah looked at me.‭ “‬Will this happen to me as well‭?”
“I hope so.‭ ‬As I said this is one of the best feelings you can feel and I promise you that you will love it.‭”
“Steph‭? ‬When you started to go crazy I stopped and now I need a little relief.‭ ‬Could you please give me the little rocket‭? ‬It is in my backpack in the last pocket.‭”
“Of course lil baby sis.‭ ‬Can I watch‭? ‬It makes my so fucking horny…‭”
I tried to walk over to Sarah’s backpack but had to hold me somewhere several times until my legs stopped to shake.
‭“‬Sure.‭ ‬You can watch.‭ ‬I saw you and it would be‭ ‬bitchy not letting you.‭”
“You are soo sweet.‭”
Finally I got her bag and found her little vibrator.
‭“‬Sarah I have a better idea.‭ ‬Please don’t freak out but why you don’t let me play with you a bit‭? ‬I know exactly what is good and what not.‭”
Once again Sarah looked at me with a worried face.‭ “‬I…‭ ‬I don’t know…‭ ‬isn’t this illegal‭? ‬I mean isn’t this incest or something like that‭?”
“No,‭ ‬of course not.‭ ‬Incest would be if Chris or dad would fuck you or me.‭ ‬This is more like best girlfriends exploring each other’s body.‭ ‬Playing a bit,‭ ‬training kissing and so on.‭ ‬We can’t get each other’s pregnant so it is not incest.‭”
“Sounds logical…‭ ‬OK if you want you can masturbate me but please,‭ ‬be kind.‭”
“I will but this is not called‭ ‘‬masturbate you‭’ ‬but‭ ‘‬fuck you‭’‬.‭ ‬It is only called‭ ‘‬masturbation‭’ ‬if you play with yourself.‭”
“Steph,‭ ‬please be kind while you‭ ‘‬fuck‭’ ‬me.‭”
“I will,‭ ‬lil baby sis,‭ ‬I will.‭ ‬Just relax,‭ ‬lay down and enjoy it.‭”
With that I bent over her body and pressed a soft kiss onto her nipple.‭ ‬With my hands I started to tease her other nipple.
A soft moan left Sarah’s mouth.
My other hand slowly moved down her belly and stopped at the beginning of her public hair.
‭“‬You should start to shave your little pussy.‭ ‬A bald shaved pussy is far more attractive than a hairy one.‭ ‬If you don’t know how you shave down there,‭ ‬I will show it to you.‭” ‬With that I began to tongue her nipple while her other one was a bit twisted and pinched.‭ ‬Her moanings got louder as my fingertips reached her magic knob and started to play with it.‭ ‬Drawing circles around it got it warder and bigger until I thought it would be perfect.
‭“‬If you like playing with your nipples please do so I have to concentrate on another important part of your body.‭”
In no time her hands started to pinch and twist her nipples even harder than I did while my now free hand started to massage her outer lips and slit.‭ ‬Her moans got even louder as my fingertip penetrated her hole.‭ ‬Slowly I shove my finger deeper into her while my other fingers massaged her clit.‭ ‬I have to say that that pussy was tight as hell but after some more minutes of finger fucking and stretching I could shove in another one.‭ ‬Without stopping my finger fuck I positioned myself between her legs so that I could see her pussy clearly.‭ ‬Sarah had her eyes closed so I decided I would do some unexpected.‭ ‬I stopped the clit massage and gave her a big lick right there.
Her eyes shot open and at first I thought she would kill me for that but all she said was‭ “‬Do it again‭!”
That was all I wanted to hear so I started to tongue her clit more and more.‭ ‬My best girlfriend taught me how to eat out a pussy in the best way by writing the alphabet with your tongue over the clit and that was what I did.
Sarah started almost screaming when I reached‭ ‘‬H‭’ ‬but then I played my last ace.
I turned my fingers in her hole and searched her g-spot.‭ ‬I found this soft and spongy area and immediately started to finger fuck and massage it.
This drove Sarah over the edge and she felt her first orgasm.‭ ‬She started to scream and moan uncontrollable,‭ ‬her legs spasmed and her eyes rolled back while a huge amount of cum shot out of her pussy and all over my fingers and face.
I was happy that my lil sis finally had her first orgasm.
In that moment I realized that someone was standing in the open door watching us.

to be continued…

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