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This is not my own work. This wonderful piece was written by an author known as “Thumb” about ten to fifteen years ago. I thought I would repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it was much as I have over the years.

CHAPTER 4

As they entered bedroom Lisa ordered the collared teacher to kneel in the center of the room. Lisa proceeded one drawer at a time to go through all the drawers in the room. Some of the drawers contained clothes of her husband’s which Lisa paid very little attention to. In the first of Mrs. C.’s drawers were panties and bras. All of these were dumped on the bed and after going though them Lisa threw all of them on the floor. “These all go Mrs. C.”

Mary was very embarrassed to be kneeling watching a relative stranger go through her most intimate things.

The next drawer contained garter belts, girdles, stocking, pantyhose and socks.All the pantyhose were thrown on the pile on the floor. One girdle, which was a size smaller than the others, was kept while the others were thrown on the pile. The garter belts, stockings, socks and girdle were replaced in the drawer.

The next drawer contained t-shirts and shorts for the gym. Lisa ordered Mary to stand and try on each pair of shorts and the t-shirts. She kept three t-shirts and two pairs of shorts and the rest went on to the pile on the floor.

The forth drawer was for sweaters. Again Mary was required to try on each sweater and only three of the tightest were put back in the drawer.

The last drawer was night gowns and robes. These were all thrown on the floor except for a tiny Victoria’s Secret ensemble which Mary said had been purchased by her husband for her. Lisa had Mary put it on.

It was very tight fitting over her 35c breasts and hardly held them in, while the bottom was a thong type garment which disappeared the crack of her nicely rounded ass. The front panel was very narrow and the outline of the lips of her bare pussy were clearly visible. It actually made her feel more naked dressed this way than when she was actually naked. FLASH

Mary had her strip again and put the outfit back in the drawer. Then she moved to the shoe rack on the back of the door and began going through her shoes. All flats were immediately added to the pile. When she was finished there were three pairs of heels. One pair of 3″ black , one pair of 3″ brown, and one pair of 3″ red. “Are these all of your shoes Mrs. C.?”

Mary replied,” There are some gym shoes in the bottom of the closet and several shoe boxes on the shelf in the closet Ms. Simon”.

Lisa moved to the closet and quickly sorted the gym shoes, keeping two pair and add the rest to the pile. The shoe boxes added one pair of 3″ sandals to the shoe rack and one pair 4″ white heels, and a pair of 5″ black spike heels. “Mrs. C. where did you get these?”

I wore them with a Halloween costume last year Ms. Simon and they hurt my feet the whole night.”

“Put them on now,” said Lisa tossing them to the kneeling teacher. “Now stand up Mrs. C.”

Mary stood and on wobbling legs blushed as her student moved slowly around her examining her from every angle..

“They look very nice Mrs. C. They make your long legs even more shapely and they really cause your ass to be more inviting. Walk around.”

Mary carefully moved around the room. She felt like she was parading like some kind of prostitute. She was aware of her ass swaying from side to side as she attempted to walk in the impossibly high heels. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step. Her feet hurt immediately and much to her dismay, she felt a stirring in her bare pussy. ‘What is wrong with me’ her mind screamed. “Ms. Simon, I can’t walk in these.”

Don’t worry Mrs. C. you will be getting a lot of practice. Stand over here next to me Mrs. C.”, said Lisa as she began going through Mary’s clothes in the closet.

Lisa had Mary try on many things from her closet and many were added to the pile while a few were returned to hangers and several skirts, blouses and jackets were placed in a separate pile on the chair. Her make up was next and only very bright shades dark shades were kept, all the rest went on the pile, which was quite large by now.

The last place to be gone through was the night stand next to the bed. Mary had hoped Lisa wouldn’t go through that because her vibrator was in that drawer along with a very sexy book she had been reading. No one had ever seen the vibrator, not even her husband. She had ordered it from a catalog about two years ago and kept in safely hidden in the drawer. With Mary standing at her side Lisa opened the drawer. She removed several items like flashlight, hair clips, birth control; pills etc. until she got to the back and she pulled out the book. “The Story of O”. Lisa tossed the book aside for the moment not knowing its contents and reached in and pulled out her teacher’s vibrator. Flicking the switch it came to life. “Do you use this often Mrs. C.?” asked the smiling teenager.

“Only when my husband is away Ms. Simon.”

“How often do you use it when he is away ?” demanded Lisa.

“Almost every night”, replied the crimson teacher.

“Lay on the bed and show me how you use it Mrs. C.”, said Lisa as she took a seat at the end of
the bed.

Her hands couldn’t move, they were frozen and her mind refused to allow her to obey. This was too much.

“MRS. C.”

Jarring her mind from the deep freeze Mary begged. “Please Ms. Simon, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t or won’t Mrs. C.?”

“I can’t “

“Either you do it or I’m out of here with the old AND the new pictures. Your little secret is public knowledge by Monday.”

The stunned teacher slowly moves the vibrator to her mound. Keeping her legs closed she moves the vibrator slowly over her stomach and thighs.

“Come on Mrs. C. open those legs and let me see you in action.”

Mary tries to concentrate. With her husband out of town so much her vibrator has become her main source of pleasure. She slowly spreads her legs and slides her vibrator over her bare pussy. FLASH

A shudder passes through the masturbating teacher as she realizes her fate is sealed. She closed her eyes and began sliding the vibrator up and down her wet slit. With her other hand she massages her breasts and begins to pinch her nipples. FLASH

Her body has a mind of its own now as her hands work over her breasts and slide the vibrator deep into her dripping hole. FLASH. Her pussy feels so different being shaved and the sensations caused by the vibrator seemed more intense than ever. Her breathing becomes faster and her hands are now pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. The vibrator moves faster and faster in and out over her clit. FLASH

She feels her juices running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass over her asshole. Her nipples are pulled and twisted away from her body as she begins to raise her hips to get the vibrator deeper into her pussy. FLASH

Her body is covered with perspiration . Her eyes are closed. The vibrator is slamming in and out of her swollen pussy. She forgets completely her predicament and her entire mind centers on the vibrating plastic sliding in and out of her hole. FLASH. In and Out. In and Out.

Suddenly Lisa reaches out and pulls the vibrator form her teacher’s pulsing pussy.

“Whatttttt”

” Mrs. C. I want your to understand that you are totally under my control. When you cum, when you eat, when you use the bathroom, what you wear, where you go, everything about your life is now under my control. With these pictures I really own you, body and soul. Do you understand Mrs. C. ?”

Suddenly the totality of her situation falls heavily on her. Her life is ruined. She no longer controls herself. All because of her youthful stupidity.

“Don’t worry Mrs. C. as long as you do everything I tell you this will be between us. Of course if you displease me I might be forced to show these new pictures to someone.”

“I’m yours Ms. Simon just please don’t let anyone see those pictures”, begged the defeated, horny teacher.

“Now Mrs. C. I want you to clean up the mess in the bathroom, pack all the clothes and things on the floor and take them to the basement, then fix me something to eat. You only need to set one place at the table and keep your heels on at all times.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

One more thing Mrs. C., don’t you dare touch yourself, ever, without my permission. You have already earned some punishment by forgetting to show proper respect earlier.

“Now get moving, ” said Lisa picking up the discarded book and going down to the living room.

CHAPTER 5

Lisa went down to the living room and made herself comfortable. She turned on the TV and put the book on the table next to the couch.

Mary made her way to the bathroom and cleaned up all the hair and wiped down the sink and counter. She was very frustrated and wanted to finish what she had started but she was afraid of Lisa. Lisa had shown no signs of compassion and Mary did not want to anger her. Her feet were really started to hurt in these ridiculous heels but again she had to wear them.

After cleaning the bathroom she moved to her bedroom which was piled with her clothes and other personal items. She didn’t have any boxes or anything so she had to go down the stairs to the kitchen to get garbage bags.

“How is it coming Mrs. C.?” yelled Lisa from the living room. “Don’t be too long I’m getting hungry.” Mary hurried back up the stairs and threw all her things in garbage bags. There were six bags. That meant 3 trips all the way to the basement. ‘My poor feet,” thought Mary.

After making the three trips Mary’s feet were throbbing in the 5″ heels but she moved on to the kitchen. ‘What would Lisa like to eat?’ wondered the horny teacher. All teenagers love hamburgers and French fries. so she made two burgers and a batch of fries. As she cooked she realized that she was hungry too. Mary went to set the table and remembered that Lisa had said only one plate. ‘ Where will I eat?’ thought Mary. When dinner was prepared and one place set Mary called Lisa to the kitchen. “Ms. Simon dinner is ready.”

As Lisa entered the kitchen she saw her once respected teacher standing naked next to the table ready to serve her dinner. It brought a smile to her face. “Stand here next to me Mrs. C. while I eat.,” said Lisa as she sat down at the table.

The hungry teacher stood on painful feet next to Lisa as she began to eat the delicious smelling food.

“Get me a coke Mrs. C.”

“I only have Pepsi Ms. Simon.”

“From now on buy Coke.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“This is pretty good Mrs. C. Would you like a fry?”

“Yes please Ms. Simon.”

“Spread your legs.”

A confused Mary cautiously spread her legs.

Lisa took a French fry and slid it between Mary’s legs through her pussy. Then she moved it to Mary’s lips. “Here Mrs. C.”

The shocked teacher held her lips closed as she turned red at the intimate touch of her student and the thought of what she is being asked to do.

“Open wide Mrs. C. Now.”

Mary opened her mouth and Lisa stuffed the soaked French fry in. “Now chew Mrs.C.”

The horrified teacher tried not to throw up as she chewed the pussy dipped fry.

“Here Mrs. C. you dip the next one”

In a daze Mary took the fry from Lisa and slid it through her pussy (FLASH) and then put it in her mouth.

“Want some burger Mrs. C.?”

“No,” whispered the defeated teacher shaking her head violently from side to side.

“Here you go ” said Lisa handing her teacher a large piece of hamburger. “Dip it first Mrs. C.”

Mary did as she was ordered but she was very near to throwing up from the taste and the humiliation of having to do this disgusting thing.

“Clean up Mrs. C. and meet me in the living room. Bring a measuring tape, paper and pencil. And don’t be all day.”

Mary quickly cleaned up and getting a tape, pencil and paper from the drawer went into the living room.

“Stand here in front of me,” said Lisa as she watch her naked teacher move across the room.

Taking the tape she began to take her teacher’s measurements . “Write down what I tell you Mrs. C.”

Taking her measurements. “Chest, 35; Waist, 23; Hips, 33. Not bad Mrs. C.” Then Lisa said “Spread your legs Mrs. C.” Reaching into the V formed by her teacher’s spread legs Lisa measured Mary’s in seam to a point three inches above Mary’s knee. “Length 9”

“Mrs. C. tomorrow you are to take all of the skirts and dress we put on the chair upstairs and shorten the to a length of 9″. You are also to remove the top button on all the blouses and dresses which we saved.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Tell me Mrs. C. did you like your dinner?”

” No Ms. Simon I did not like it.”

“Too bad. You better learn to like that taste Mrs. C.”

“Is your husband good in bed Mrs. C.?”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

Mary was very embarrassed discussing her husband and their sex lives with a student.

“Does he fuck you in the ass Mrs. C.?”

“Absolutely not. I have never had anything in my ass.”

Lisa smiled. “Do you like sex Mrs. C.?

The naked teacher standing before her fully dress student couldn’t believe Lisa was asking her these questions. ” Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Do you suck you husband’s cock Mrs. C.?”

With a very red face, “Yes,” whispered the embarrassed teacher.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Do you swallow his cum?”

“No that’s disgusting. Please don’t ask me these questions.”

“Have you every cheated on your husband?”

“No”

“Before you were married how many men fucked you Mrs. C.?”

Standing naked with a shaved pussy now very wet, Mary mentally counted her sex partners. “3”.

“Did you suck them too Mrs. C.?”

“Yes.”

“You like to suck cock Mrs. C.?”

“No, but they wanted it and I loved them.”

“But you really like to suck cock don’t you Mrs. C.?”

“Yes,” whisper Mary.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?”

“NO”

“Have you had sex with a woman?”

“No. I think that is terrible”

“Have you ever kissed a woman?”

“No”

The questioning went on for over an hour.

“I’m really tired Mrs. C. and we have a big day tomorrow. You will be expanding your horizons. Lets go upstairs.”

When they got into the bedroom Lisa noticed the stuff they had bought at the store. “Take the carrots and cucumbers to the fridge and hurry back.” While Mary was off doing that Lisa cut 2 two foot sections of rope and screwed eye screws into the end of one of the dowel rods and one in the center. When Mary came back Lisa ordered her to kneel on the floor.Then Lisa had Mary reach between her legs and she tied each wrist to ankle. This forced Mary face down into the carpet and put her ass high in the air. She then attached each ankle to the end of the dowel rod spreading her legs wide. “Now Mrs. C this position serves two purposes. I don’t want you to be playing with yourself tonight and I am going to use your paddle on your ass so that you remember to show me the proper respect and obey without question.”

Lisa picked up the paddle. SMACK. “One.”

“Owwww. Please Ms. Simon I’m sorry”

SMACK “Two”.

Her ass was on fire. Tears popped from her eyes. “Pleaseeeeeeee”

SMACK “Three.”

“OOOOOOwwwwwwwwwww”

Lisa smiled as her teacher’s ass reddened.

SMACK “Four” SMACK “Five”.

“That’s all for tonight Mrs. C. Thank me for teaching you respect.”

“Thank you Ms. Simon.” sobbed a broken humiliated teacher with a hot burning ass.

Lisa moved to the bed, removed her clothes and climbed in leaving her teacher tied and sobbing on the floor. “Good night Mrs. C.”

CHAPTER 6

Lisa woke up around 8:30 to the sound of her teacher whimpering from the floor next to the bed. Getting up and walking around the bed she found Mary sitting against the bed with her knees pulled up and spread wide with her wrists tied to her ankles. Her eyes were red and her face was tear streaked. “What’s wrong Mrs. C.?”

Mary looked up and saw Lisa’s naked body for the first time. She thought she was beautiful. About 5’4″…not much over 100#. Her breasts were about 34b and she had a narrow waist and slim hips. “I can’t do this Lisa. It is too much for me to bear. Most everyone will understand why I posed for those pictures.”

“Well Mrs. C. lets look at these pictures,” said Lisa as she moved to the night stand for the Polaroids. ” Now I wonder how you will explain this one,” said Lisa showing Mary a picture of her spreading the lips of her newly shaven pussy. ” And how about this one. I bet you can explain it too,” Lisa said showing her the picture of her masturbating with her vibrator. The look on her face proved she was enjoying every bit of it.

Mary knew she was lost and broke into wracking sobs. Her breasts heaving as she lost control of herself.

“Now Mrs. C. what do you want to do?”

“Please Lisa don’t show those to anyone. I will do as you ask.”

“Well first I guess you didn’t learn respect yesterday so we will start the day with a reminder.” Lisa grabbed the end of the dowel rod and turned the sobbing teacher over onto her knee with her face back in carpet.

“Please Ms. Simon. I’m sorry. I’ll do better I promise.”

“I should hope so Mrs. C. but you do deserve to be punished don’t you?” Mary didn’t know what to say. She wanted to please this demented student but she didn’t want to paddled again.

“Mrs. C. you do deserve to be punished isn’t that correct?”

In a soft whimpering voice,”Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Good. Then beg me to paddle your ass so you can learn to be more respectful.”

“Please Ms. Simon, paddle my ass,” sobbed the defeated teacher.

How many swats do you think you deserve Mrs. C.?

“Don’t make me do this. Just get it over with.”

“How Many Mrs. C.?

“One’, said the embarrassed teacher.

“I think three is more in order but since you said one we will make it four.Count each one Mrs. C.”

SWAT

“One” shouted Mary.

SWAT

“TWO” cried the tied kneeling teacher. There was no escape.

SWAT

“THREE” screamed the sobbing teacher. Her ass was on fire. “Please Ms. Simon no more.”

SWAT

“FOUR” wailed Mary as her ass quivered.

Lisa again used the dowel rod to turn Mary back over so that she was now sitting painfully on her hot red ass. “What is this Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa as she slide her finger into her teachers very wet slit. “Do you like having your ass paddled?”

The humiliated teacher could not reply.

Lisa untied Mary’s wrists from her ankles and the humiliated teacher straighten her legs and worked out the kinks.

“Mrs. C. I want you to fix me some toast for breakfast while I shower. No touching that pussy either. And put your heels back on. Now get moving,” ordered Lisa swatting her teacher’s red sore ass.

“I need to use the bathroom”, said Mary.

“Go and make my toast. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you pee-pee later.”

Mary moved down to the kitchen and Lisa took a nice leisurely shower and followed later wearing only a towel. When she walked into the kitchen she found Mary sitting gingerly at the table with a cup of coffee. “Who gave you permission to sit? And who gave you permission to have coffee?”

Mary jumped up, “I didn’t think. I’m sorry Ms. Simon.”

“Dump that coffee and bend over the table right NOW.”

Mary moved quickly and dumped the coffee into the sink and returned and bent her body over the table not wanting to anger Lisa anymore.

“All the way flat. Smash your breasts on the table.” said Lisa pushing on Mary’s back. “Spread your legs out to the table legs.”

Mary did as ordered but this position, with the 5″ heels on, put a real strain on her legs.

“Now stay there while I eat my breakfast and decide what to do about your repeated forgetfulness. Didn’t I tell you would need permission from me for EVERYTHING?”

“Yes Ms. Simon. I forgot Ms. Simon.”

Lisa sat down and ate her toast and drink the coffee her teacher had so graciously made for her.

Mary meanwhile was becoming very aware of the pressure this position placed on her full bladder. Her legs began to ache and after a time her thighs began to quiver from the need to relieve herself and the strain. “Ms. Simon, may I please go to the bathroom?”

“Be quiet I’m eating my breakfast. Another demonstration of your lack of respect, interrupting my meal with your silly needs.”

The teacher shut up and concentrated on controlling her need to use the bathroom. She tried very hard not to visualize the position she was in her own kitchen.

Lisa finished eating and began walking around the kitchen. FLASH Mary cringed as she imagined what that picture would show. She could hear Lisa opening drawers.

SMACK The wooden spoon connected with her upturned ass. Mary jumped and her hands flew back to protect her sore ass.

“Get your hands out of the way Mrs. C. You must learn to be respectful and obey your instructions.” SMACK.

Mary cried out, “I’m sorry Ms. Simon.”

SMACK

The spanking continued for ten smacks and then Lisa said to the sobbing teacher,”Do you still need to use the bathroom Mrs. C.?”

“Yes I do Ms. Simon,” answered the red assed teacher. She hoped that was not being disrespectful.

Lisa grabs the leash and pulls the teacher to the back door. “Let’s go out here so my pet can go potty.”

Mary couldn’t believe she actually expected her to go to the bathroom outside in front of her.

Lisa led the stunned teacher to the middle of the yard and said,”If you have to go you better do it here because this is your only chance until we get back from shopping Mrs. C.”

“Ms. Simon, Please I can’t do this,” said Mary her bladder growing in distress.

“Well then we can wait until tonight when we get home,” said Lisa tugging the leash.

Mary didn’t know what to do. She could hold it until tonight. She needed to use a bathroom but her tormentor wouldn’t permit it. She had to go. “Wait.”

“Yes”.

“I’ll do it.”

“Go on. I don’t have all day.” Lisa was getting chilled wrapped only in a towel but she knew the naked teacher felt the chill even more which stimulated her need.

Mary tried to figure a graceful way to do this humiliating act but soon the need overcame the planning and she simply spread her legs and squatted releasing her full bladder on the the grass in her own back yard under the watchful eye of her mentor. FLASH

Having satisfied her need the red faced teacher said ,”I’m finished Ms. Simon.” with her eyes lowered.

“Let’s go get ready. I plan to make good use of your credit cards today Mrs. C. You need some new things to wear since so much of your wardrobe has been packed away.” Pulling the leash Lisa lead her teacher back into the house.

“Take a shower and meet me in your room,” ordered Lisa. “And don’t be playing with that dripping pussy.”

After a quick shower Mary entered her bed room to find Lisa sitting on her bed wearing jeans and a sweat shirt .

“Sit her Mrs. C. I’ll fix your hair and make-up for you.” Lisa styled her hair and made-up her face with much more make-up the she normally wore. Looking in a mirror Mary saw a person she hardly recognized. Let’s get you dressed now Mrs. C.. Put these on,” said Lisa handing her a black garter belt and smoke colored stockings.

“May I sit on the bed Ms. Simon?” asked Mary trying to avoid any further spankings.

“Of course Mrs. C.” said Lisa as she watched her teacher slide the stocking up her legs. Put your heels back on too Mrs. C. until we can buy you new ones.”

Mary clipped the stockings to the garter belt and slipped her aching feet into the 5″ heels. FLASH Glancing in the mirror Mary could see the garter belt and stocking highlighted her shaved pussy like a picture frame.

“Mrs. C. since you haven’t had a chance to alter your clothing yet we need to find you something appropriate to wear. Let’s go to Amy’s room.”

“Ms. Simon, Amy’s clothes will be too small for me.”

“I know. You wear all your clothes too loose fitting Mrs. C.” Lisa lead her teacher into her daughter’s room and picked out a very tight very very short skirt the barely covered the tops of her stockings and a crop top that hugged her breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible and the bottoms of her breasts were barely covered. FLASH

The outfit said slut. Looking in the mirror Mary knew she was going to spend the day tugging the top and skirt down to maintain any dignity at all. She of course was not permitted and panties or bra. Anyone who saw her would not recognize her easily. Lisa handed her sunglasses and now no one would know her for sure. “Put your collar in your purse and let’s get moving Mrs. C.”

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Chapter 4

A Second Furry Encounter

Chapter 4

“Sunshine I need a favor,” Anthony said as they exited the council building.

“Anything,” she said winging her way over from Jessica’s shoulder to sit on his hand.

“Can you find the fairies in the area,” he asked.

“Sure, but one monarch asking another’s subjects questions without the others permission is considered rude,” Sunshine explained.

“Could you take us to the Fairy Queen of the area then,” he asked. When she nodded he held his hand to his shoulder and let her perch there.

“Alright just tell me the way,” he said and started off into the jungle. They followed Sunshine’s directions, for several hours, into the forest before they came upon a pool of water. The pool was fed by a twenty foot waterfall and emptied into a small stream winding off through the trees.

“We should wait here. They already know we are here and they have no doubt noticed my presence with you. We are close now and we don’t want to seem as if we have violent intentions,” Sunshine said and flitted to a small stone near the edge of the pool and slipping her tiny bare feet into the water.

“Alright if you think that is best,” Anthony said and sat down on a boulder to wait. After half an hour of
waiting in the oppressive heat of the tropical forest the girls slipped off their clothes and jumped into the pool of cool water. Anthony moved closer to the waterfall and let the cool mist from the falling water push back the oppressive heat of the humid forest. He pulled his shirt off over his head and Sunshine regained her seat on his shoulder and relaxed in the falling mist with him. They watched the three naked girls swim and splash in the pool and laugh. They all relaxed in the peaceful quietness of the forest and enjoyed the time with no worry about what was to come or what had happened. After a while the girls tried to coax Anthony into the water but he refused. Sunshine flew over to the bank and slipped off her small dress and hung it on a bush before walking into the water and swimming around.

“Aren’t you worried about fish,” Anthony asked her. She began to giggle then her giggle turned into full wind chiming laughter. Anthony heard soft rustling in the trees around them but the sound didn’t come dangerously close so he stayed alert but ignored the sound. Risa saw him stiffen for a moment and her eyes began to subtly sweep the tree line.

“No fish would ever harm a fairy,” Sunshine said in answer to his question and continued her swim.

“Come on swim with us,” Kylie and Jessica pleaded again. When Anthony shook his head in denial again they pouted then Jessica got a mischievous grin and leaned over and whispered in Kylie’s ear. Anthony couldn’t hear over the pounding fall of water but Kylie shot Jessica a surprised look then eyed Anthony in speculation. She nodded to Jessica and they swam toward the shore. About five feet from the shore was a boulder half submerged in the water. It was flat on the side closest to Anthony and lean back away from him. The water up to mid hip and just barely hiding her pussy Kylie leaned back against the rock and looked at him. Jessica moved in front of her nearly blocking Anthony’s view until they repositioned themselves so he would have a perfect view. They began to kiss and run their hands over the water glistening skin of the other.

“Won’t you join us,” Kylie asked him breathlessly as Jessica began to kiss down her body. Anthony didn’t move or speak his attention focused entirely on the two women now, the presence in the trees all but forgotten. Kylie arched off the rock as Jessica’s chin dipped below the water between her thighs. She whimpered and her hands gripped Jessica’s hair pulling her in tighter to her body.

“Oh god,” Kylie moan high pitched and soft. Jessica’s arm was moving and Anthony could tell she was doing something under the water but not what. Suddenly movement drew his attention and he saw water piling up on top of itself in a lump. The water formed into the form of a woman. She looked maybe twenty and her eyes were focused on Jessica and Kylie. Risa didn’t notice because the water woman was behind her and she was watching Jessica, her twin, and the tree line all at the same time. Sunshine however did notice the appearance of the newcomer but didn’t seem alarmed so Anthony watched in silence.

“Cumming,” Kylie screamed and the water creature watched transfixed as she writhed on Jessica’s mouth. When Kylie went limp the water creature looked around and notice that Anthony was watching. The creature got a scared look and began sink under the water.

“Wait we mean you no harm,” Sunshine called bringing the creatures gaze to her.

“Your word,” it asked in a voice a lot like the elemental’s soothing voice. The soft sound reminded Anthony of the sound of small waves lapping at the shore. Sunshine nodded and it rose to its former position but came no closer Kylie and Jessica leaned back against the rock and watched the water women as she watched them.

“What is your name and what are you? You aren’t water elemental but you are close whatever you are,” Anthony said with curiosity.

“You couldn’t pronounce my name so you can call me Bri. I am a Nyad, Water Spirit, Water Nymph, or Undine. Those are the names the humans use for us, all of them pretty much mean the same thing,” Bri said and relaxed some when he spoke.

“Has the water elemental relayed my message to you and your kind yet,” Anthony asked her.

“Your message,” she asked in confusion then comprehension lit in her eyes.

“You’re the Djinn King,” she said in awe her eyes roaming his body and she flowed closer. Risa tried to moved between Anthony and the approaching Nyad but stopped when Anthony waved her back. The Nyad moved as close to the rock he was sitting on as she could and reach out one watery arm. She gently touched his face and the water began to glow where they touched. Anthony reached out and gently touched her watery cheek in return and was surprised that the water was pleasantly warm. Her skin gave a little under the pressure of his hand but remained solid, and damp. The water making up her cheeks darkened and become translucent instead of the transparent that they had been. Bri pulled back her hand over the spot where he had touched her.

“Did I do something wrong,” Anthony asked in concern. Bri shook her head and the translucency spread to her entire face.

“She is blushing,” Sunshine said with a chuckle. Bri hid her face in her water hands and Anthony grinned at the watery figure.

“I will see you at the meeting in your city,” Bri said hurriedly and without another word sank back beneath the surface of the water. The rustle of leaves close to the edge of the tree line brought Anthony’s head whipping around to stare at the sound. Out of the underbrush stepped a wingless six inch tall man carrying a spear. Behind the little man in a line five feet long and three rows deep stepped out more trolls. Sunshine quickly grabbed her dress and slipped into it and flew to Anthony’s shoulder. She pressed herself tightly to his neck and shivered Anthony knew it was fright and not cold, even though she was soaking wet, because of the heat. The line of trolls let out a war cry and lifted their spears in the air and shook them. The troll in the front raised a hand to silence them and then wait for them to comply.

“Give us the fairy and the rest of you can go free,” the troll leader said.

“She is mine,” Anthony replied and Sunshine pressed tighter into his neck still quivering in fear.

“A bit small for you isn’t she,” the troll asked running an eye over Anthony.

“Leave and I won’t kill you all,” Anthony told the little man. His army laughed at the threat but the leader
watched them warily.

“Don’t worry, we’ll treat her good just like the others,” the leader said staring at Sunshine with lust.
Anthony stiffened when the troll mentioned others and his gaze locked on the troll leader.

“I see you have others, then the offer to let you leave is withdrawn,” Anthony said and his eyes began to glow as power filled his body. The leader not knowing what Anthony was but feeling danger ordered a retreat. Anthony waved a hand and in a ring around the trolls a shimmer appeared. The dirt leaves and sticks began to meld together into a blob of clay in a ring around the trolls. The clay ring was only two inches tall but nearly two and a half feet thick outward. One of the trolls close to the ring tried to climb on top of the clay ring but it began to crumble. At first nothing could be made out but then the clay dust settled there were lines of clay panther figurines. A wind blew and there was a crack of dry clay and a thin shell of clay fell from each of the figurines. Row after row of miniscule black panthers now stood watching the trolls. The trolls formed a ring spears pointed out at the surrounding mass of feline fury that began to slink forward and close the circle. Anthony bent and picked up a thick stick that was about five feet long and moved toward the imminent battle. Sunshine flew to Risa who was getting dressed and landed on her shoulder. He staggered slightly as the power to create the cats drained from him.

“Bring me the leader alive,” he ordered the little cats with a thought and brought the branch down on the cluster of trolls. They cried out in fear as panthers poured into the gap his swing had opened in their formation. He stood back and whenever an opportunity to strike one of the trolls without crushing one the panthers appeared he took it and rammed the branch down. A few of the trolls tried to surrender but the cats and Anthony showed them no mercy killing them before they could finish speaking. Soon with the exception of the leader every troll the was ripped apart. Four of the cats held the leader down one latched onto each of the small man’s limbs. Anthony bent and retrieved the troll and two of the cats ran off but the other two leaped onto his hand and climbed to his shoulder. They curled up on his shoulder and lay down. He looked over the remaining cats and realized that he had lost half of the little beasts he had created. They were eating the fall trolls and cleaning the blood from their shiny black fur.

“Where are you holding the fairies,” Anthony asked the leader in his fist.

“Go die,” the leader said and spit blood at Anthony. His spit fell far too short to reach Anthony but Anthony shrugged and reached out with his mind. He felt the troll’s mind and when he began to push in the little man tried to struggle in his grip but the effort was in vain. Anthony pulled everything about the trolls’ hideout and other troll hideout that he could before dropping the leader back onto the field of his dead brethren.

“He is all yours,” he thought to the panthers. The troll leader ran off into the underbrush with several of
the felines after him. There was a scream which cut off short and then silence as the panthers caught him. He walked to the water and washed the blood from his hands and stood before turning back to Risa. Sunshine plowed into his neck and latched on sobbing in relief and Anthony gently stroked a finger down her back. The beating drew his attention to the canopy of the trees around them and he saw thousands of fairies watching.

“We have company,” Anthony said and the others followed his gaze to the branches overhead. Most of the small being in the trees were fairies but Anthony spotted pixies in the host of winged being also. The five of them watched the trees until a group flew down, led by a fairy in a silvery gown and armed with a bow. Anthony took a step forward to place him closest to them and they sank until they were at eye level about six feet away. The fairy in front examined them all taking the most time on Anthony, Sunshine, and the two mini panthers sleeping on his other shoulder.

“You fairy come here, your safe now. Join the others,” the silver clad fairy said. Her gaze was focused on Sunshine and she didn’t look pleased when Sunshine made no move to do as ordered.

“I am your Queen and you will do as I say,” she said in a quiet dangerous voice.

“You are not her queen. She is mine,” Anthony said. He was hit by the fact that this conversation was going in much the same direction that the one with the trolls had gone.

“You are not a fairy, you’re not even female. You cannot be Queen,” the little queen said.

“No I am not a Queen but she is still mine. You and the trolls seem to both be in the habit of kidnapping
people,” Anthony said. The subtle threat was not lost on the Queen and her eyes flicked to the small battlefield and the feasting panthers. A mutter went through the on looking fairies when they were compared to the trolls and a few angry voices called out insults. Anthony’s eyes bored into the Queen’s and way down in the depths of them fire flickered causing the fairy to pale. The fairy slung her bow over her back and floated closer to Anthony and was tailed by her guard.

“I am Amaranth, Fairy Queen of this region,” she said.

“Unfading flower, it suits you. Is it alright if I call you Amy Amaranth is a mouthful,” Anthony asked. The
fairy nodded in agreement and Anthony grinned at her.

“I am Anthony Caine High Lord of the Djinn, King of the Goblins, and Elven Prince,” he recited. The queen blinked in surprise at him but said nothing so he went on.

“We are sitting here in your territory because I wished to ask you or anyone of your people who might know where the captive Were-women are being held,” he said.

“You’re the one the wind elemental said was summoning all of the supernatural beings to a meeting in a far away city,” she asked and he nodded.

“Why do you want to know where the Weres are?”

“To free them,” he replied.

“What will you give me in return,” she asked and he smiled.

“Well I happen to have information on where fairy captives are being held, and where there are other troll bands encamped. But that information seems to be worth more than the information you have for me,” Anthony said.

“What else do you want other than the information about the Weres,” her desire for the information clear in her eyes even though she managed to keep her face blank.

“I want you and you’re to take care of the panthers I created and to promise to attend the meeting.”

“Done,” she replied and she began to tell him where to find the Weres but he stopped her with a raised hand. He held out his hand and after hesitating she landed on it her bare feet warm against his palm. He let the information she wanted flow into her as he pulled out the information on every camp were captive Weres were being held.

“Thank you for the information; we have some hunting to do as do you so we will see you at the meeting,” Anthony said and Amy nodded in agreement. She turned and flew back to her people and in seconds they were gone off to rescue her captured people and kill the trolls. Anthony turned back to the other three who had dressed while he talked and now stood ready. Sunshine was slumped wearily across his shoulder asleep so he spoke quietly.

“The were-women captives are all being held in one camp. They are caged and only taken out to be abused,” he told them and had to clench his teeth stop for throwing up or screaming he wasn’t sure which. The memories that the queen had shared with him of the treatment the were-women had to endure sickened him and enraged him. He began to run keeping his pace smooth so as not to jostle Sunshine or the little panthers. The others followed and they ran a silent blurring race to the Were encampment. After two hours of running they suddenly burst through the tree and where standing in an open space between the encampment and the trees. The encampment was nothing more than five large wooden building that resembled barns and a large metal cage. Only the metal cage appeared to be new and well cared for the
buildings looked to be about to fall down. A female’s high scream of terror and despair split the air and drew
Anthony’s attention to the cage.

“No,” the female voice cried. Anthony could see a man had a teenage girl probably sixteen or seventeen pinned against the cage right outside the lock cage door. The man had the girl bent forward face pressed into the bars of the cage and was thrusting into her while the she cried out in pain and denial. Anthony was suddenly behind the man he couldn’t remember moving but he grabbed the man without pausing. He ripped the man away from the girl and spun the man around to face him. The rapist looked into Anthony’s fiery eyes, his glowing bones were visible under his skin, and his light consuming black hair blew in a wind that didn’t exist. The man began to scream in terror and Anthony reached down and grabbed the man’s now limp cock and ripped it off before flinging it into the trees and then wiping his hand on his pants. He moved over and began examining the girl who was curled up on the ground beside the cage as the rapist rapidly bled to death behind him.

“Kylie,” he called out and she was there touching the girl before her name was even clear of his mouth.
Screams behind him caused him to turn and he saw Risa her power flowing freely and his mouth dropped open in awe and fear the sight. She was beautiful in a horrifying way, her eyes glowed a fire engine red, her hair was the same light eating black as his own, but her bones were glowing through her skin the color of fresh blood welling from a cut. She was moving through the Weres with Jessica at her side and they were killing any that they could catch. Jessica’s eyes glowed a red almost and exact match to Risa’s and blood coated the entire lower half of her face. Anthony watched as Risa cut more of the Weres down and Jessica drained one after another until she just began snapping their necks unable to consume anymore blood. The Weres shifted and tried to fight back but they didn’t even scratch either of the girls. Wolf, Panther, Lion, and even a few Were-bear launched themselves at the girls but they were brought down by sword teeth or supernatural strength. Less than an hour after their arrival the encampment was silent all of those that had
not been killed had escaped into the forest. Kylie had been healing the twenty captive were-women who were almost all little more than teenagers. One of the girls didn’t even look to be fourteen yet and tears of fire leaked down Anthony’s cheek when she flinched away from him when he approached her. Risa and Jessica came over and began to help Kylie as Anthony stood guard outside the cage.

“Hurry, they might try to come back with reinforcements and we want to be gone before they get here,” Anthony said. The women let Kylie, Risa, and Jessica help them out of the cage and start off into the woods. Anthony mental transfer the location of the rebel camp to Sunshine and she took up the lead. The injured and down trodden were-women began to run through the trees tightly clumped together after Sunshine. The teen Anthony had first saved was the only one that seemed to have to the most trouble and after the fifth time of her falling down Anthony scooped her up into his arms. She began to struggle but froze when Anthony manifest a knife in his fist in front of her face. She was rigid with terror and blinked in surprise when he offer it to her.

“Take it, if I do Anthony thing you don’t like stab me with it,” he said and she gripped the knife tightly in
two hands pointing it at his throat but she stopped struggling. He resumed his running pace all the while watching their surroundings. The teen in his arms gradually relaxed and was lulled into sleep the rocking sway of his stride, but the knife remained clutched in her hand even as she dreamed of a fiery eyed savior. They ran through the night at little more than an average human pace and by the first rays of dawn they stumbled into the rebel camp. They were immediately surrounded by gun wielding Weres and more than a few in animal form.

“We come in peace,” Anthony said not moving. A women moved through the crowd gracefully, a wolf at her side, to stand in front of him and Anthony jerked when he met her eyes. It was the same ice blue eyes from his dream and he looked down into the eyes of the wolf at her side and saw the gold and bronze eyes of the wolf from his dream and his attacker at the council building.

“Little devil thanks for the interesting scar,” he said to the wolf and turned his arm so that it could see
the scar it’s bite had left. It snarled at him and bared its teeth and Anthony let his eyes flare for a second and
snarled back letting power fill the sound and it reverberated out over the crowd. The wolf jerked back in surprise and eyed him warily but remained silent. The girl in his arms jerked awake and the knife he had given her jabbed into his skin a little drawing blood as she looked around wildly. Anthony slowly knelt and set her down before backing away from her and the knife, not wanting her to accidently cut his throat. She seemed to not want him to go until her eyes focused on the women with the ice blue eyes. The knife fell from her grip to thunk to the ground and dissolve as she threw herself from a sitting position into the woman’s arms and began sobbing. Anthony began backing away toward the tree line behind them and the others followed his lead. The Weres didn’t seem to notice so focused where they on the two women hugging.

When the woman tried to pull the girl toward the buildings of the encampment she resisted. The teen turned back to find Anthony and the others gone only the rescued captives remained to show they had been there. Them and in the middle of the path where she had dropped the knife he had given her was a dagger in a sheath and the onyx in the hilt glinted in the morning rays. She grabbed it and clutched it to her chest and stared off into the trees with ice blue eyes the same color as her mother’s.

“Are you okay with leaving things like that? We didn’t even talk to them about the meeting, how do you know they will show up,” Jessica asked as they climbed the short stairway up into the private jet.

“I didn’t want to pressure them into coming with some feeling of debt for saving them. The elements will have told them and they will come or not as they choose,” Anthony said boarding last. The captain closed the hatch and went into the cockpit and closed the door. They all took seats and the plane took off. Once they were safely in the air Jessica came over and plopped down in Anthony’s lap.

“So you ready to join the Mile-High Club,” she asked grinding her ass against his groin. He reached around her and cupped her breasts and bit her neck lightly. She moaned and grinding against his rock hard erection sped up and he squeezed her breasts tighter. She abruptly stood up and undid her jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh and lean against the seat in front of him.

“Now,” she demanded and he stood up unzipped his fly and pulled his cock through the opening. He positioned himself behind her and thrust all the way in with no hesitation. Anthony breathed deep and could smell the coppery scent of the blood they had washed off in a stream before coming back into the city.

“I see what has you so ready,” he said and bit hard into her neck. Her thrusts back faltered and then she slammed back against his hips nearly pushing him back into his own chair. He bit her again stopping just before breaking the skin. This time her powerful thrust back met with his own strong thrust forward and she screamed in ecstasy as the tip of him made contact with her womb violently. Again and again she cried out in orgasm as he battered her womb and then she went limp. Anthony lowered her gently into the seat beside his and went over the Risa and Kylie who had been watching their hands down in their pants. He pulled Risa up and bent her over so she was face to face with Kylie. He pulled down her black leather pants and plunged deep into her and Kylie kissed her. Kylie pulled the shirt down and freed Risa’s breasts and began tugging on her nipples while they kissed.

“Harder,” Risa moaned when she pulled back for air. Anthony began to thrust harder and Kylie pulled on her nipples with more strength. Risa writhed and buck backward at him and moaned into her sister’s mouth as her pleasure built. Anthony pulled back his hand and let it fly forward in a single blow to Risa’s ass. She froze her spine curled back as all of her muscles tensed and her pussy gripped Anthony’s cock so hard he winced at the pressure and worried she might accidently crush him. Then she let loose a scream so loud the pilot would have heard it over the engines if Kylie hadn’t muffled it with her own mouth as she kissed her twin deeply. Anthony was beginning to hurt from hold back his own climax for so long and he quickly help the unsteady Risa back into her seat before pulling Kylie to up to stand. He sat in her seat lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

“Sit,” he commanded and grabbed her hips to pull her down. He used a hand to guide himself into her as she lowered herself onto his lap.

“Ooooh,” Kylie moaned as her ass met his thighs. She began to bounce on him at a fast pace and soon both of their breathing was ragged and broken with gasps. She began to move her hip in circles whenever he was fully inside her and press down hard with each bounce. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and slammed her down and held her there his tip pressed firmly against her cervix. He shivered as he came and she cried out and her pussy clench in orgasm as his warmth filled her. She slumped back her head lolling back on to his shoulder and kissed his earlobe. He grinned at her before he forced her to her feet. He lifted her skirt and slid her panties back into place and stood allowing her to drop back into her seat. He then helped Risa and Jessica dress again before taking his own seat and settling in for a nap until landing time.

“Have a nice day,” the pilot said as they exited the plane. They headed for the parking lot where his car was parked waiting for them. They piled in and he pulled out and headed for the Eternal Night. When they walked into Eternal Night they were assaulted by the loud music and the sight of black leather clad figures gyrating on the dance floor. They were half way to the door into the back when Anthony saw Dililah on the dance floor swaying with a woman. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked up to meet his gaze and then with a smile at the woman she hurried towards him.

“Welcome back,” she said beaming. She walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips before pulling back.

“How did it go,” she asked.

“Alright. Where is everyone,” Anthony asked.

“Liz went back to the house to get some things. Everyone else is somewhere around the club,” she replied.

“Alright. Gather everyone up and ask Jenny if we can borrow her car, Jessica will bring it back either tonight or tomorrow,” Anthony said and she nodded and hurried off. Ten minutes later they were on the way home with Jessica driving Jenny’s car and Anthony driving his own.

Anthony pulled around a corner onto the street his house was located on and at the far end a police car, lights flashing and siren wailing, sped onto the road also. The lights and noise caught his attention and it took him a second to realize that the car slammed to a stop. A sickening feeling of dread washed through him as he noticed that it was his house the car was stopped in front of and the police were climbing hurriedly out of the car. He slammed his foot down the police turned toward the car as the engine roared and slid to a halt next to the police car in the middle of the road. Anthony leapt out of the car before it had even rocked back onto the shocks and was running, at a just barely human speed, toward the front door. The front door opened and the world seemed to slow down as his father stepped out of the front door. The blood splattered on his face and shirt caught the flashing light of the police car and glimmered wetly. Anthony could smell the alcohol from the fifteen feet he was at and he could also see the hand wrapped in the hair of his sister’s still form. His father took one step dragging his sister in a jerk and she didn’t react at all. The police screamed for Anthony to halt and the noise brought Anthony’s father’s attention up to him and sensing his danger he released Liz’s hair and pulled a knife from his waistband and brandished it drunkenly at his charging son. Anthony didn’t even pause he rushed in and though a punch holding nothing back at his father’s sternum but missed his target. When Anthony was within arm’s reach his father had swung the knife slicing Anthony’s cheek open to the bone. The swing caused the drunken man to stumble and Anthony’s blow which would probably have crushed his chest if it hit on target grazed his right side. Ribs shattered and lung punctured by bone fragments Anthony’s father was thrown from his feet, sideways, into the side of the house five feet away. With a scream of agony he passed out and collapsed at the foot of the wall and Anthony turned and lunged at the fallen form. His lunge was cut short when Risa, Sar-Rah, Eliza, and Jessica slammed into him and they all went over in a heap. Anthony struggled blindly to stand and go after his father again but they held him, each latching onto a limb and not letting go as he struggled.

“Anthony calm down. Liz needs help and the longer you keep this up the lower her chances of survival are,” Eliza pleaded with as she clung to his tensed arm. He froze at her word and his heart clenched at the thought of Liz and all of that blood.

“She’s alive,” he asked and Eliza nodded.

“Let me up,” he said and they reluctantly released him. He hurried over to Liz just as the police, who had been unsure of what to do, reached her. He dropped to his knees next to Kylie who was already examining her and looked over Liz’s blood coated form and struggled not to retch.

“How is she,” he asked Kylie and the cop reach out a hand to put them back but froze in terror when Anthony turned his gaze up to look at the man. The cop instinctively took several steps back and his hand dropped to his gun but Anthony didn’t notice because he had returned his gaze to Liz as soon as the cop backed away.

“Several lacerations that aren’t too deep, a broken nose, three broken fingers on one hand, a broken thumb on the other, five fractured ribs, dislocated jaw, fractured hip, shattered cheekbone, and several fractures in her skull. She has a concussion and is almost assuredly bleeding internally there are also multiple serious bruises,” Kylie said while she examined Liz.

“Can you do anything,” he asked and she nodded and flicked her eyes to the cops. Anthony understood and he abruptly stood letting menace and rage pour out of him, he filled the feelings with subtle power and the police focus on him. The feeling of danger he emanated kept their eyes on him and not on Kylie as she glowed dimly as she pumped healing power into Liz. Anthony walked toward the two cops and both of their hands were now on their guns but neither of them drew their weapons.

“Officers I am pressing charges on my father and I need an ambulance,” Anthony said his voice calm but enraged wildness still emanated from him. The officer spoke into his radio without taking his eyes from Anthony. Less than five minutes later an ambulance arrived. The ambulance, which had already been enroute because a neighbor had called in screams of pain to the police, took Liz with Anthony to the hospital and the police stayed with Anthony’s father to wait for a second ambulance which was already on its way. The EMT’s hooked Liz up to an IV and checked her vitals among other things but Anthony didn’t notice anything else they were doing until one of them touched his face. He jerked back from the man’s touch and stared blankly at the man’s moving lips until it sank in that the man was speaking to him. As soon as he realized this, his hearing kicked back on and he could understand again and he caught the last part of the man’s question.

“Are you hurt anywhere else,” the EMT asked while his partner sped down the highway.

“I am fine,” Anthony said and turned back to Liz.

“Let me look at that wound I can see the bone,” the EMT said and reach for his chin but Anthony simply ignored the man and refused to turn his head and the EMT could not force his head to move. With a frustrated sigh the EMT returned his attention to monitoring Liz. Anthony stared down at his sister’s unconscious form and hatred for his father welled up and struggled with despair, anger, worry, and guilt. Guilt that he hadn’t been there to protect her, anger that she had gone back to the house alone, worry that she might not live, and despair at the thought of a world with her in it. The ambulance came to a halt in front of the hospital and a swarm of nurses and doctors bustled away with the gurney that Liz was strapped to and Anthony was directed to the waiting room when he refused to be put in an examining room to await a doctor. Anthony took a seat and let his head hang forward into his palms and that is how the others found him when they entered the waiting room.

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This is the first 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. This scene is happening today, at a Junior High school in your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

I cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge. My grey school-uniform skirt has been pulled up and is crumpled around my middle, and my white cotton panties are lying discarded on the floor nearby – I am completely naked from my waist down to the tops of my white knee-high socks. My feet are spread about three feet apart, and there you are – my teacher! – kneeling between my open legs with your face pushed into the gap between them. Your tongue is licking around my butt-hole, whilst your fingers push insistently into my tight little girl-cunny. The effect of both of these attentions is sending waves of tingling stimulation throughout my body, and I gasp and arch my legs wider open to give you more access to my most private place – I’m all yours, all yours, and I feel just wonderful!

I lift my head a little from the horizontal and gaze at my best friend, Stephanie, who is leaning against the classroom wall in front of me. Her school tie is pulled askew and her white uniform shirt is half-unbuttoned; she has one hand inside it, squeezing her little titties in their training bra, and the other hand is under her skirt, fingering her pussy. Stephanie stares enraptured at the amazing scene in front of her, wide-eyed and thrilled as she watches you, our teacher, fucking me, her best friend and lesbian lover.

How did we get into this amazing situation?

We are both sixteen and have been best friends since, like, forever, and we started having fun with each other when my tits (which are several bra sizes bigger than hers) really started growing. Steph was just fascinated by them, kept asking to touch them, and every time she did, it made me feel wet and loose in the cunny (it did for her, too, but I didn’t know that quite then). Fortunately, it didn’t take long before we realised that we felt the same way about each other, and about having as much girl/girl fuck-fun as we could. But the problem is, at our age, living at home with parents and brothers and sisters around all the time, and going to school, there are very few private opportunities for getting off with each other, and it is so frustrating!

Being the chairperson of the drama club, I know about the room behind the stage in the main hall where the costumes and props are kept – and I also know where the key is hung; it’s not like that is a great secret, nobody expects anyone to steal anything, in fact I’m not sure why they bother to keep it locked. Probably it is just to stop people fooling around with the costumes, which is fine as it doesn’t prevent Steph and me using it as quiet burrow to fool around with each other. There are several carpets and cushions on the floor that have been used in various plays, and although there is not much open space, it’s more than enough for our hot little teen-girl bodies to get real down and close with each other.

We’ve used it maybe a dozen times in the last four or five weeks, and this lunchtime we were in there again. Stephanie was lying back on some of the cushions, and I had got her panties off and was stroking her slit with my fingers, easing it open and making her gasp – though her gasps were a bit muffled, because as usual she had gone for her favourite thing: my tits. I’m noticeably bigger than most girls our age, just now being a 28C bra size (but I think I’ll need the D-cup soon) – whilst Steph is a bit under-developed, still a double-A cup, so it’s quite a contrast. Anyway, she loves to fondle and stroke my breasts, to get my nipples hard and then take them into her mouth to lick and suck and nibble. She had also shoved a hand up my skirt and inside my panties, and was giving me a finger-poking as well. So we were both getting what we wanted, getting steamed up, when – with no warning – the prop room door was jerked open, and – oh! Jesus Christ!! – there you suddenly were, our English and Drama teacher, looking down at us!

We were caught completely red-handed (well, cunt-handed anyway), there was no possible way to deny what we were up to with each other. Stephanie gave a horrified gurgle and then seemed to just freeze with shock – she stared up at you, wide-eyed and mouth gaping, her legs still wide apart and her uniform skirt up above her hips. For a moment I felt winded, like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked all the breath and strength out of me, my muscles turning to water. But then I noticed the faint smile playing around your lips, and still more the keen glint in your eyes. And so, whilst you stood there with your hands on your hips, I licked my lips and – looking straight at your face – I deliberately stroked my fingers up and down Stephanie’s exposed pussy, as if offering it to you. She gave a little cry of alarm, not understanding why I was continuing with sexual activity, but my instinct was rewarded when you – still not having spoken a single word – nodded to me, and your smile spread into one of open delight and lust.

You dropped to your haunches, right in front of Stephanie’s prone form and open legs, and then you calmly reached forward to run your fingers up and down her sixteen-year-old pussy, matching mine on the other side of her cleft. Encouraged and recovering confidence, I slipped my forefinger back into Stephanie’s vagina, up to the second knuckle – and you did the same! Your larger, longer grown-up finger sank into my best friend’s cunt alongside my own, and we probed and pressed side-by-side. The unbelievable fact that she was being penetrated simultaneously by her lover and her teacher was too much of an erotic overload for Steph to contain, and almost immediately she trembled and shook in the throes of an orgasm, her eyes glazing and her head lolling back, and she gave a series of broken whimpers.

Smiling and looking at each other like conspirators, you and I withdrew our fingers from Steph’s cunt – and I followed your example of licking and tasting the cum-juices that streaked my finger. You wanted to make it clear that you were staking a claim to my body as well, that we were both your prizes, and so you reached across to my tits – which Steph had earlier pulled out of their bra cups – and gave each of them a firm squeeze, and then you deliciously ran your hand down to the front of my panties, and you touched me there in the middle of the dark damp stain on the crotch.

Then you rose to your feet and smiled warmly down at us; to our great relief, it looked as if no punishment or official action would follow from the discovery of our secret – whilst it seemed that perhaps some much more interesting unofficial action would ensue!

‘Not here, girls’, you said, shaking your head, ‘oh, it’s not a bad place – quite clever of you, in fact – but it isn’t really safe. If I found you – even though I’ve been suspecting what you two were getting up to, and I was looking for you – well, anyway, someone else might find you, by accident, and we can’t have that, now can we? Come with me – I have somewhere far better in mind!’

Stephanie and I looked at each other expectantly – what might be going to happen now? I quickly reassembled my clothing and Steph did the same, though I noticed that she just picked her panties up from the floor and stuffed them into her bag. We followed you through the school building and up to the second floor, where your classroom is. After we entered, you locked the door and pulled the blind down over its window – now, no one could see into the room: the only other windows were on the outside, looking out over the sports field at tree-top height.

Did you know that I have a crush on you, that I often have fantasies about having sex with you? You are around thirty years old, a very attractive mature woman, and quite tall – you are four or five inches taller than either of us, and we are about average for our age. You have a really nice figure – slim build and long legs, with a trim ass and a nicely jutting bust (although your breasts actually are not much bigger than mine: I found out later that you take a 32C bra size). Your curly black hair is cut quite short, above and around the ears, where it is set off by a pair of pearl-grey pendant ear-rings. You always dress so smartly, almost in a kind of strict way, and today’s outfit is typical: a crisp white pintuck shirt, open at the collar, and below this a high-waisted pencil skirt in dark red which comes down to just below your knees, almost overlapping with your trademark – elegant glossy black boots, which you wear all year round except for the very hottest summer days. All in all, you are quite an eyeful – an elegant, confident, experienced woman, in full maturity.

‘Well, my little cunny-bunnies’, you said, with a hungry smile, ‘it’s time for a lesson, in a new course that I’m offering just for you both – it means extra study time, of course, both here in the lunchtimes and after school sometimes as well, if you want to take it?’

We just couldn’t believe our good fortune – you want to fuck us, and not just now, but regularly? Oh, yeah! – bring it on, bring it on!! We hastened to assure you, quite sincerely, that we would like nothing better, and that all you need to do is tell us where and when you want us, and our legs will be wide open for you. You glanced at the clock on the classroom wall; there was nearly 25 minutes of the lunch-break left, and you said this would be enough for a little ‘induction course’ that you had in mind.

You walked me over to face your desk, and you pulled up my uniform skirt – as it came over my hips, the erotic charge of the moment just sent me, it was so arousing. With a quick motion, you yanked down my plain white panties, and after I had stepped out of them you pushed me forwards, to lie face down on the desk. Leaving me there with my bare ass sticking out in the air, you turned and beckoned Steph to approach you. My pretty best friend (she’s a cute brunette, with long dark hair, and a supple lithe body) was then told to undo your shirt, which she did with shaking hands, almost as if mesmerised. When all of the front buttons were undone, you dealt with the cuffs and removed your shirt altogether, revealing your well-rounded breasts attractively displayed in a pastel green plunge bra. My friend gazed avidly at your chest, and you almost laughed:

‘I can see that you’re a tit-lover, Stephanie – good, you can practice on mine!’ Then you reached behind your back to unclip your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders. Your bare breasts now swung free, their nipples already engorged and standing out from your large aureoles, and Steph looked at them as if they were a hypnotist’s pendulum.

‘Kiss them – lick them, go on, suck them!’ you whispered in a hoarse voice. Stephanie hastened to do your bidding, cupping each breast in the palm of one hand. She fastened her mouth like a limpet onto your left tit, whilst fondling and tweaking your right nipple.

‘Yes, aaah! That’s good, yes, mmm, well done Stephanie! … mmm … I can see you’re a natural at this!’ you said appreciatively, slipping a hand under your skirt and past the gusset of your panties to poke a finger into your own pussy.

And then, just a few seconds ago, after a spell of increasingly eager tit-slurping from my best friend, you detached Stephanie gently and told her to go round to the far side of your desk. Then you approached me from behind, knelt down and gripped me by the ankles, spread my legs wide apart and began your feasting on my cunt.

Oooh! … aaahhh!! The sensations are amazing, like the nicest kind of electric shock that you could imagine. Now you are working two of your fingers deep into my vagina, and I give a moan as my pussy lips are stretched further apart than they have ever been before.

Stephanie gasps as you rise to your feet from behind my ass and loom over my back, your hand still thrusting in and out between my legs. You are facing directly towards my girlfriend, and for sure you are a stunning sight, naked above the waist with your jutting breasts swinging free, but still fully-clothed below in your chic red skirt and black boots.

Now you order Stephanie to remove her white shirt and drop her uniform skirt, and then to come closer; as she does so, you pull my blonde hair back by my pony-tail and tell me to suck Stephanie’s pussy. I need no second asking, and as soon as my sweetheart’s beautiful orchid-flower opening comes within reach of my tongue, I thrust it between her little pussy-lips and suck greedily on her wet pink slit. As my tongue lathers round in her cunt, Steph gives a lovely high-pitched gasping moan … and then another louder one, as you reach over my back to jerk down the soft cotton cups of her training bra, exposing her buds.

‘Oh, Christ!’ groans Stephanie, as you take hold of her nipples and tug them forwards, rubbing and twisting her pert little breasts. Your stimulus makes her spread her legs wider for me, and once again what the two of us are doing to her body takes Steph to a climax. She gives a cute series of little sobbing yelps as she comes, and her pussy-juice flows onto my face and tongue.

‘Good girl, Stephanie’, you say approvingly, letting go of her tits, and you tell her to stay where she is and for me to carry on eating her out. Steph looks so lovely to me – all she has on is her small training bra, pulled down at the front to expose her chest, and her white socks and black shoes. I love her slim girlish body so much, and being in this position with her, whilst you look on, is just an amazing thrill, it’s getting me so high!

You walk round to the back of your desk and unlock the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. From this you produce something that has us two young girls give a squeal of amazement and appreciation – we know what it is, of course, but never before have we actually seen one! You must have been expecting an opportunity like this to happen soon, in order to have this ready in your desk: it is a strap-on plastic cock, a big long dildo for lesbo girl-fucking. You are standing next to Stephanie now, which gives me a good look at what you do next. For a moment, you lay the strap-on down on your nearby chair and take Steph’s buttocks in you hands, and you really grope and squeeze them – it excites her tremendously and opens her cunt even more for me, and I get my tongue deeper into her slit than I ever have before. Yet again, having her body taken by her stunningly sexy teacher and her girl-lover sends her over the top, and her slender frame is wracked with the shivers of another orgasm. You smile, pat her on the ass, and say ‘good girl – third time lucky’.

Now you unzip your elegant pencil skirt, slipping it off and folding it neatly over the back of the chair. I think you do this so gracefully, watching you undress makes my heart swell up in my chest, I feel such admiration for you, such longing to be your plaything, your pussy-girl. You follow this by slipping your tiny thong panties down your legs, and now I can see your cunt for the first time – the mound is quite prominent, and you keep yourself close-shaved so I can clearly see your cleft. However, it disappears from view the next second, as you buckle the dildo’s harness into place around your crotch and waist.

You are statuesque, like a Greek goddess – are you lovely Sappho, reincarnated? Your trim body is a contrast, naked above the waist, your firm jutting tits in full view, whilst below the harness of the dildo your shapely legs are encased in your black boots and the black hold-up stockings that come nearly to the top of your thighs. You are so assured, so in command – I love your authority, your calm certainty … I think you have fucked quite a few lezzie girls this way, perhaps on this very desk, haven’t you?

I am hyper-excited, but also a little alarmed about how big that plastic rod seems to be: the most that has gone up my girlish hole before this is Steph’s fingers, two of them when (only three months ago) we deliberately broke each other’s hymens and lost our virginity together. This looks so much bigger and wider, and I know for sure where you are going to put it – this is why you put me face down and butt outwards on your desk, isn’t it?

I’m not mistaken: with the fake cock firmly fixed in place, you walk out of my view and back round to the other side of your desk, where my ass is available. Before you put it into me, you fondle and probe my pussy for a moment or two with your fingers – this loosens me up, gets some juices flowing again, makes my nerve-ends in that area tingle with excitement and arousal.

‘Aaaaaaaahh!’ I moan, as you press forwards and the head of the dildo pushes between my labia and into my hole, which somehow stretches enough to accommodate this monster intrusion. I am high on the thrill of getting my first lesbian dildo-fucking, when I am only sixteen years old!

You pause for a second, not sure if my noise is pleasure or possibly pain, in which case you will not force it in any more. But the last thing in the world that I want is for this amazing event to stop, so I hasten to reassure you.

‘Oh, Miss! – please, do it again, do me more!’ I am begging you; ‘oh, yes! fuck me, Miss, please! give me that thing – fuck me with it, fuck it up me right now!’

You smile, reassured by my eager appetite for any lesbian experiences, and you push the dildo in even further. Oh, sweet fucking heaven, that feels so amazing – I’ve never before felt like my cunt was completely full, stretched to the limit, and like I am just a sex-hole on the end of a huge plastic spear. You begin to fuck me properly – I feel your cool hands take their grip on either side of my hips, just below where my uniform skirt is still rucked up around my middle.

I hear you grunt in satisfaction each time you thrust the dildo all the way home; when you do that, as each stroke ends I can feel your pelvis press against my buttocks, and your warm flesh touches mine. You are splitting me open, and I am just gagging for it – I want you to be harder, rougher, more forceful with me!

You lean forwards over me, and I can feel the weight of your breasts resting for a moment on my bare back – your nipples are really hard, and they press strangely onto my skin, rasping a little roughly, almost like sandpaper. You grasp my shoulders, pulling my front more upright; my face comes away from Stephanie’s cunt, and she gives a noise of protest at the removal of this pleasurable manipulation. However, at once you offer her a substitute – you tell Steph to reach for my prominent breasts, which are jiggling wildly up and down each time you ram that plastic spear deep into me. Stephanie just loves my breasts – I mean, she likes my pussy too, but there’s no doubt that it’s my bust that excites her the most – and she is more than glad to do what you ask. She seizes one breast in each hand, kneading and fondling them, and bending down to suck on the nipples whilst she does so.

Oh, dear sweet Sappho, patron goddess of all lesbos! – thank you, thank you!! I am in heaven, in bliss – the sensations coming from where my sweet girlie is squeezing and licking my tits merge with the unbelievable pounding you are giving my pussy, your dildo’s ridges rasping along my cunny’s walls as you slide it in and out. I can’t believe my hole could get this wide, but I’m gaping open, dripping with juices, and you are ramming that plastic phallus right into me, firm and hard. I am getting well and truly fucked, and making noises like a cornered piglet – not inappropriate, as I’m a pig for any form of girl/girl intimacy. Oooh! ee-eeek!! – now I’m losing control, as your strap-on shafting gets even faster and deeper. I can sense that you are excited too, you are making louder, harsher grunts as the dildo smacks home – and that adds to my own stimulation.

‘Oh! Miss!! Yes – yes! – oh, more, please, yes!’ I gasp, when I can draw breaths, ‘Miss – ooooh, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum soon! Aaahh! ooogggh!’ And then you shift your grip from holding my shoulders, and one hand grasps my pony-tail and pulls my head up and back even more, arching my spine, and incidentally giving Stephanie an even better angle for devouring my tits. With your other hand, you give me several smacks on the rump – they send an extra charge of arousal through me and … ohmigod! Yes – yes, I’m coming, I’M COMING, MISS! – I’M COMING!!

My eyes are tight-closed, my mouth hanging open like an idiot, and my body quakes from head to toe – my heart is racing, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my hips judder as I have by far the biggest orgasm of my life so far, it almost makes me pass out with its explosive intensity. I give a long sighing moan, and you and Steph release my head and chest so that I can collapse softly onto the desk top.

You allow me a few seconds to recover my breath, and then you instruct me to roll over onto my back. As soon as I have done so, you begin to lick around my pussy like a mother cat cleaning one of her kittens. I look down over my stomach, and I get a tremendous charge from seeing your neatly-clipped dark hair bobbing up and down over my pussy, as you lap all around it. My cunt is so sensitised that this makes me come again – I am already so high, so finely-tuned from the previous orgasm. that it comes on me quickly, smoothly, easily, but it still makes my hips shudder in release, which you see and appreciate, licking up my warm sticky cum-juice.

You tell me to get up from the desk because now it is Stephanie’s turn to be fucked. She is told to lie down on the desk, but on her back and in a slightly different position to mine – her ass is on the desk, whilst her head hangs off at the other side, near to me. Still wearing the huge strap-on, you drop to your knees and starting munching on my lover-girl’s cunt-hole. Steph responds at once, gasping and sighing with pleasure, her eyes fixed on mine and telegraphing her amazement at our good fortune. So, it’s no surprise to me that when you stand up, stroking the long plastic dildo suggestively, and ask her if she wants it all the way, you get a very definite assent – in fact, she is begging you to take her.

Standing between Stephanie’s legs, you take a grip around her ankles and hoist them up into the air, so she is like a wide-open V shape. You rest her ankles against your shoulders, and this positions my babe’s tight pussy-hole right where you want it – flat on the desk, at just the right height for your long plastic cock to shaft straight in. I can see this, from my angle I can see the length and weight of it, and I can watch it go home as you sink it into her pussy. Breathlessly, I am watching you – my hot sexy teacher – fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend, and it is turning me on so much, I am getting hot and wet flushes down below all over again.

You are very aroused as you stand between Stephanie’s upthrust and parted legs, enjoying the pleasurable moment of anticipation just before you shaft the cunt of the second pretty teenage schoolgirl of the day. You feel a hot surge of desire, but temper it so as not to be too rough – you ease the tip of the plastic cock into the girl with a steady pressure and a careful, corkscrew kind of motion. This one’s pussy is tighter than the other one, and the expression on her face slightly more pained, so you take it in slow smooth pushes, and are rewarded by a flow of her juices lubricating the passage of the dildo – as a result, the last four inches slide home much more easily than the first four did. Once it has gone all the way, you begin smoothly to pump it in and out – the girl is looking up at you, wide-eyed and with a slightly dazed expression, and she is starting to give those soft sweet gasps that are the first steps on the road to a climax. You increase the tempo again, and Stephanie begins to pant for breath, closing her eyes for a second and giving a delicious little whimper every time you ram the dildo in for its full length.

Now you instruct me on how to join in – I am more or less to replicate Stephanie’s role when I was the chick on the desk, but with a refinement. Steph’s head is hanging off the edge of the desk already, and so it is easy for me to stand with my legs straddling above it, reach down and cup my hands behind her head to give support, and raise her lips to my parted labia. She fastens on eagerly, her tongue delving into familiar territory, and she wraps her arms around my hips. I find that I no longer need to hold her head up, which is a good thing as you have other uses for my hands. Facing me only inches away, you tell me to reach forwards and massage your breasts, so giving you erotic stimulation in both of the main erogenous zones. Your breasts feel wonderful, firm but also soft and so perfectly rounded. Your aureoles are quite large and prominent, your nipples pink with excitement – I am fascinated to touch them, as they jiggle jauntily with each thrusts of your hips, shafting the dildo into Stephanie.

She is now breathing in great gulps, her eyes tightly-closed and sweat beading her forehead. You know she is very near to climax, but you decide to prolong it and so you slow the tempo – an action that produces a frustrated wail from my cute schoolgirl lover. Then, when she least expects it, you shift into top gear, slapping it in and out her pussy in short, fast, almost stabbing, thrusts. Stephanie’s eyes fly wide open and she stares up at you, transported in her arousal – and then her body suddenly goes completely rigid, like a board. Her back arches up off the desk, her legs flop even wider apart, her hips judder and she gives a series of nasal grunts. She has come – and, just like me, with a duration and intensity that she has never experienced before.

You let her lie there for a few moments, absorbing the heady backwash of her climax, before you carefully withdraw the strap-on from Stephanie’s cunt and take it off. Whilst she remains sprawled half-dazed on the desk, you come round to where I am and you take my place – you swing a leg over to the other side of Steph’s head, and lower your large mature pussy onto her receptive lips. I am not to be left out – you draw me close for a fond hug, and then you grope my breasts – you like them very much as well, their full roundedness looks so sexy on the body of a girl who is only sixteen.

As Steph eats out your vagina from underneath, you press on my shoulders to indicate that I should drop to my knees in front of you. I am not quite sure what you have in mind, but then I understand as you grip my pony-tail again, using it like the lead on a dog to pull my head forwards to your cunt. With two fingers of your other hand, you spread your clitoral hood open, offering me the sweet nub of your clitoris which is protected there, and you tell me to lick and rub it. You have a wonderful smell, spicy, a little like cloves and cinnamon, maybe? Of course, I realise that you have probably put some perfume on down here – what a good idea, I’ll do that for Steph next time. I angle my head so as not to bump against Stephanie’s or get in each other’s way, and I begin to give little flicks of my tongue to your clitoris. Now you have two pretty young teenagers lapping their eager little tongues into your pussy at the same time – what more could a woman want?

Your head goes back, and you gasp with pleasure, as your two eager little beavers suck and lick on your beaver. I know what I want, and, without for a second removing my face from your clit, I reach up with both hands to grasp your firm breasts, so entrancingly silhouetted against the ceiling above me, and I squeeze them and pull on your big prominent tits. I am thrilled to be rewarded with a moan of pleasure, and then you give a harsh cry as this attention to your breasts adds to the effects of our two hot little girl-tongues squirming in and around your pussy, and you come – a long, shaking, adult orgasm, as your thighs tremble against my face, and your grasp on my pony-tail goes rigid, pressing my face right into your soft wet pussy, the nub of your clit firmly between my lips. You give a deep groan of pleasure and release as you come, and your climax leaves you panting and short of breath.

After a moment, you release my hair, and I give your clit a farewell kiss before pulling away. I rock back onto my haunches – my legs spread wide open, my cunt on full view – and I look up at you, lost in admiration and full of gratitude. You ease your vagina off Stephanie’s sweaty and juice-streaked face, and I can see that her eyes are shining with pleasure and excitement too.

There is a box of tissues in your top desk-drawer, and you gently wipe Steph’s face with one of these, and then with another you dry the sweat on her brow and neck. You hand a couple more to me with the intimate smile of a lover, and I wipe my face and my breasts, being careful around my nipples because they are so swollen and tender from all our fun and games. You kneel down and slip my panties back over my ankles, pulling them up to my hips and then snugly in place, like a squire dressing a knight in armour. It is as thrilling to be dressed by you as it was to be undressed by you, and either you sense this or you like dressing us – perhaps we are like your dolls, as we are definitely your playthings now. You put all our clothes back on for us, first my underwear, cupping my round breasts as you pop them back into my bra cups, then Steph’s, then my shirt and grey uniform skirt, and then the same for Stephanie. We tie our own ties, and with a comb that you lend us we brush our hair, so that it no longer has that just-been-fucked dishevelled appearance. We now look quite respectable and normal teenage schoolgirls – well, we are a bit flushed and bright-eyed, but at our age that could be over anything or anyone, maybe some singer or film star, anyway no one could tell that we have just had our first dildo fucking from a mature woman!

You are getting dressed now too, and I watch with pleasure as you clip your bra together at the back – the motion has a lovely effect of thrusting your breasts right out – and then you scoop up each tit, and slip it back into its bra cup. Your neat white pintuck shirt is next, and then your smart pencil skirt, snug and tight-fitting over your hips, tapering to your knees and just overlapping the top of your boots. You run the comb through your neatly-clipped dark curls, and all three of us smile together – part of the secret sisterhood of lesbians, we are now friends and lovers, although of course no one else must ever suspect a thing. You give each of us a tender kiss on the lips, and tell us to be ready tomorrow – twenty minutes after school gets out, you will pick us up in your car at the corner of Linden Road and Parkdale Avenue, and take us to your house in the suburbs – promising us that ‘I’ll give you both a real good, hard, long fucking!’ Mmmm – we can’t wait!!

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With the help of Clint and his incestuous harem, the cruel and bullying Carmelita is subdued and Jauna begins to train her older sister to be her slave.

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Two: Older Sister’s Punishment
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

Such rage surged through me at my little sister. That fucking dyke-slut thought she could set me up. That she could get that asshole Clint and his skanks to film me, make it look like I was raping my sister instead of putting the little lesbian-whore in her place.

I knew she wanted to lick my pussy. Like all the other lesbians I had humiliated over the years, dominating them, making them eat my cunt. I was just giving them what they wanted. What they craved while also showing them how filthy and disgusting they were for doing it. How they would lick even a straight girl’s pussy if she gave them opportunity.

Even if that pussy belonged to her older sister.

And now Juana, that diseased dyke, thought she could set me up, screaming that I was raping her, pretending she hated licking my snatch when I know she loves it. And having Clint and his whores film me! I would beat the everlasting shit out of the fucking dyke.

The scream of pure rage burst from my throat as I threw myself down at Juana. She lay on the floor, sniveling and cowering, her lips stained with my juicy cream, her left cheek red from my disciplining slap. Little dyke had to learn her place.

I fell on her, straddling her waist. My finger contorted into claws. I would fuck the little whore up and—

A crushing grip seized my throat. I tried to scream but only a gurgling cry broke out as Clint threw me off of my little sister and onto the ground. I hit with a hard smack, coughing and grunting, struggling to think. My brain rattled in my skull. Everything went blurry for a moment.

And then Clint’s foot planted between my breasts. He was naked, his cock bobbing half-hard before him, his body ripped and muscular and so fucking ugly. I glared up at him, my eyes molten daggers.

“Get off of me, maricón!” I snarled. “I’ll fuck you up.”

“How?” Clint asked.

I clawed at his pinning leg, scratching down his naked calf and shin, leading furrows of torn skin, at first white then flushing red. Spots of blood trickled. He pressed harder on my chest. My eyes widened. My ribs crushing.

“How are you going to fuck me up, bitch?”

“My Master has you pinned,” chortled that disgusting, diseased cunt Lee. I couldn’t believe I was ever friends with the fucking whore. “You are so fucked.”

“Yes, you are,” Melody, Lee’s older sister, added. They both were fucking Clint, their cousin. “Oh, this is going to be fun. You said such mean things to Alicia.”

“Such! Mean! Things!” growled Clint.

I grunted as he put more pressure on my chest. I struggled to breathe. I gasped like a fish pulled out of the water. I couldn’t suck in breaths. Not with his foot on my chest. I scratched harder, spots of darkness bursting across my vision.

He was going to kill me.

That faggot bastard!

Then he released me. I coughed, sucking in those wonderful breaths. I couldn’t pull in enough blessed air as I spasmed on the ground. My chest ached. Then Clint’s hand shot down. His grip was iron as he seized my dark hair and hauled me to my knees. I struggled to move my feet, but my jeans and panties were bunched around my ankles.

He held me in his grip as I came face to face with my little sister’s pussy, adorned by her dark bush, matted with her juices. I knew it. The little whore loved licking my snatch. She was so turned on right now, her tangy aroma filling my nose. Her small tits, little more than budding mounds, rose and fell, nipples so hard. She stared down at me and there was a look on her face.

Triumph. Satisfaction. Lust.

“Guess what,” Clint grinned, kneeling down beside me. His cock was growing harder. It brushed my thigh. He grabbed my arms, letting go of my head, and yanked them behind my back, holding them in his strong grip. “We have you on film raping your little sister.”

“The little puta loved it,” I snarled, struggling to break free. Damn, he was strong. “She’s a cunt-muncher. She loves snatch.”

“Didn’t look like it to me,” Melody said, playing with her phone. “I mean, listen.”

From her phone, the sound tinny, I could hear my sister screaming out for our father, crying out that I was raping her. Melody shook her head, causing her sandy-blonde hair, braided tight, to slip off her shoulder.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Clint said.

“Nope,” Lee chortled, bouncing on her heels, making her small breasts jiggle. They were ripe mounds, so firm and succulent, with pink nipples. Her short, black hair swayed about her shoulders, framing her mischievous face. “Sounds like you’re fucked, Carmelita.”

“Fucking puta skank!” I spat at Lee. I would love to have her munch my cunt. But the whore didn’t care if people knew about her. She flashed herself all the time, and thought she could get away with it because her mom taught here.

“Juana,” Clint said, looking at my sister. “Like we said.”

“Oh, what are you going to do?” I demanded, glaring up at Juana. “Gonna try blackmailing me, dyke? I’ll tell Mom and Dad I caught you masturbating to lezzie porn.”

“Who are they going to believe?” she said, her voice sounding firm. “Their baby girl, whose hard drive has been scrubbed clean of any lezzie porn, or you? The bitch that was making me eat her pussy. That was raping me, forcing me to do that disgusting, homosexual activity. Whose ass are they going to disown? How bad will Dad beat you?”

“You loved every second of licking my snatch, you fucking rug-mun—”

Juana slapped me. I blinked, shocked more that she did it than the stinging pain in my cheek. I stared at my sister, her face twisted with anger. Her lips curling. “From now on, dyke, you will only speak when given permission. And when you do, you address me as Mistress!”

“Oh, you think I’m going to be intimidated by my lezzie—”

CRACK!

My head snapped around. My cheek throbbed worse. I blinked, shaking my head. That hurt.

“What did I just tell you, dyke?”

“Stop calling me dyke!” I hissed, glaring up at her. “I don’t care how often you slap me—”
SLAP!

“¡Chingados!” I howled. “Stop doing—”

SMACK!

My head whipped to the left this time, my other cheek throbbing. The pain burned across my cheeks. I blinked, my eyes full of tears. I couldn’t believe this. The fucking little dyke-whore thought she could intimidate me.

“You’re a dyke,” she hissed. “You’re my dyke-slave from now on. Or Mom and Dad will see this footage.”

I glared up at her. I opened my mouth but she raised her hand. I closed it. Fine, let the little dyke think she was in control here. She would pay when I got her alone. She had to gang up on me, get a guy involved.

“That’s good,” Clint said. “You’re learning your place, dyke.”

I squirmed, hating that he was here. I could feel his damned cock on my hip, so hard, rubbing his filthy precum on me. I just set my jaw and ignored him. Oh, my little sister would pay when I had her alone. I would beat her so badly.

I would make her howl for every slap.

“And since you’re a dyke,” Juana continued, “I’m going to give you what you want. And don’t try to deny it, linda. I know you are. I’m one, too, remember. I know how much you lust for girls. How much you crave eating pussy.”

I didn’t. I wasn’t a dyke. I just liked humiliating them. I just liked making them eat my pussy and feel their tongues sliding through my folds and cum so hard on their mouths.

“So I’m going to give you want you want,” she grinned. “You’re going to eat my pussy. You’re going to love it, too. I know you will. You’ve been staring at it for so long, just dying to bury your tongue in it.”

I glared at her.

“Oh, she’s in such denial,” laughed Lee, her phone pointed right at me.

“Do it,” Clint growled to my sister. “Take control of her and put her in her place.” His hand slid down my ass, making me shudder, and then he rubbed my pussy. “She’s soaking wet.”

A ripple of embarrassed heat washed through me as Clint shoved his thick finger out before my face glistening with my juices. I couldn’t be wet. This was humiliating. This was disgusting. I wasn’t a dyke. I liked…guys. They were…fine.

Those juices were just left over from when Juana was churning my cunt up.

Then Juana seized my hair with a hard, firm grip, and yanked my face to her bush. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed across my cheeks. And then her wet vulva found my lips. I felt her hot snatch slid up and down my face. I sealed my mouth shut. I refused to give her the pleasure.

“Start licking, dyke,” Juana said, her voice so firm, brooking no disobedience.

I shook my head, moaning my wordless defiance.

She pressed my face tighter into her pussy, my nose nuzzling her clit. Her tangy juices worked past my sealed-tight lips anyways. I tasted my first cunt. A shiver ran through me, racing down my spine and settling into my pussy.

I was not getting hotter. I was not getting wetter.

I squirmed and struggled, trying to break my arms free of Clint’s strong grasp. But his hand was iron, holding my two wrists together. Why did the fucking faggot have to be so goddamn strong? Why did the little dyke have to go to him?

Why did Lee have to watch?

“Start licking my pussy, dyke-slave,” Juana hissed. “Start eating your Mistress’s cunt now!”

I glared up at her, past her budding, succulent tits to her round face. She had the same brown skin as me, that same rich tone. Her dark hair framed her face. Her cheek was still bright from my slap, but she wore it like a badge of honor, like she was proud she took it and gave me worse.

Both my cheeks felt so swollen.

“You have until the count of ten,” she said. “Or there will be punishment, dyke. 1. 2. 3.”

I didn’t flinch as she counted, wiggling her hips and griding her cunt on my face. I wouldn’t submit. I wouldn’t give in to her demands. I was strong enough to resist her. I wasn’t a dyke-slave like she wanted. I wasn’t.

“6. 7. 8.”

I wouldn’t give in.

“9.”

She could slap me all day.

“10.”

Nope. Not today, dyke.

“Clint,” Juana said. “Would you please discipline my slave?”

“Gladly,” Clint growled.

CRACK!

My ass exploded in pain. I let out a grunt into Juana’s pussy. Fire burned through my butt-cheeks, racing through my body and settling into my pussy. I writhed, my head snapping back and forth, rubbing my mouth across her pussy.

“Lick my pussy,” Juana said.

I glared defiance at—

CRACK!

My mouth opened. I screamed out in pain as the burning agony shot through my ass. My pussy clenched while my little sister’s juices poured into my mouth. She was so wet. I could see it in her eyes. This turned her on. Seeing me in pain. Seeing me humiliated and spanked by that faggot Clint.

“Lick my pussy,” she said, her voice level, commanding.

I shuddered, my ass on fire. But I wouldn’t—

CRACK!

I screamed again, my entire body shaking. The pain was so intense. It swirled through me, mixing in my pussy with the humiliation of being dominated, with the embarrassment of the cameras catching my tears rolling down my cheeks, from the pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My cunt was so hot even as my ass was in so much pain.

“Lick it, dyke.”

A shudder ran through my body. A wild shiver that ended up in a wanton sob, half of pain and half of…passion.

What was wrong—

CRACK!

The fourth spanking was the hardest yet. Clint smacked his hand so hard into my ass, the blow pressed my face into my sister’s cunt as the heat roared through me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so badly and…

My pussy drank it in. My pussy absorbed the pain and turned it into excitement. And…

“Lick my pussy.”

I could feel Clint’s hand drawing back, cocking to deliver another hard spanking. To discipline my ass for not obeying my Mis…little sister. I squeezed my eyes shut, both wanting and fearing the smack of flesh.

My tongue licked.

My sister groaned, shuddering, as I lapped through the tangy folds of her pussy. Her eyes lit up with such delight. Her small breasts jiggled as I tasted her juices. As I felt her hot silk on my tongue. I licked again, my ass still burning, the heat radiating into my pussy, boiling it.

My tongue danced through her folds. I couldn’t stop myself. I was licking her pussy like a filthy dyke. Like a lezzie slut. And Lee was watching. Melody was recording. And Clint… Clint had a closeup view.

“Oh, she is going to town on your pussy, Juana,” he laughed. “She just needed some encouragement.”

He pinched my burning ass, making me moan louder into my little sister’s cunt.

“Mmm, that she did,” groaned Juana. “But now my little dyke-slave is just so eager for it. Oh, yes, you got a taste of pussy and you love it, cunt-muncher.” Juana grinned with such triumph. “You’re a lezzie muff-diver now.”

I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to be spanked. Even if it tasted so good, I didn’t want to do this.

I licked again, harder, faster. I delved my tongue into my little sister’s snatch. I swirled through her tunnel, making her groan and gasp. Making her moan. Such sweet sounds came from her lips. Her juices trickled down my chin, running down my neck to my shirt.

My every breath was full of her scent. I breathed in her musk as I drank her juices. Her tangy flavor stained my senses. Her hot silk rubbed on my lips as she gripped my hair, grinding her hot cunt on my face.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re my dyke-slave now,” groaned my little sister. “You’re going to worship me forever, Carmelita. I’m going to train you. I’m going to own you. I do own you. That pussy. That mouth. Those tits. I own them all.”

She didn’t. But…

No. I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it.

I glared up at her, forcing myself to hate her. It was so hard with my ass burning, my pussy dripping, my tongue licking. Her pussy felt so amazing on my mouth. She tasted so good. Why did I like this? I wasn’t…

No. I wasn’t. I wasn’t gay. I liked…guys.

“To prove I own your pussy, dyke,” she grinned, “I’m selling it. You’re part of my payment to Clint. You can fuck my slave’s cunt.”

“Gladly,” Clint said, letting go of my arms.

I shuddered in shock as he grabbed my hips with his strong hands, lifting me up. I was forced to plant my hands on the ground, kneeling like a bitch between them. This couldn’t be happening. A guy couldn’t fuck my pussy.

No, no, no!

I groaned, trying to pull my face from my sister’s pussy. I couldn’t let this happened. I didn’t want a guy to fuck my pussy. Even if my Mi…little sister told him he could. I whimpered, shuddering as his cock rubbed on my pussy.

“I own your cunt, dyke,” Juana moaned, her body shuddering. “And I’m giving it to a guy. I know you don’t want to fuck him, but you will. Because you are mine!”

She let go of my hair, shuddering as she came on my mouth. She cried out in passion, running her hands through her dark, silky hair as she ground her pussy on my face. Her juices poured into my mouth. I licked them up, I drank them down, concentrating on her cunt and not on the cock rubbing at my pussy and—

Clint penetrated me.

I groaned anyways, my pussy drinking in the friction of his cock sliding into my sopping depths. I hated how much my body enjoyed it. How good it felt that he was in me, fucking me because Juana said he could.

She had sold my body to him.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my dyke-slave,” groaned Juana. “Pound her cunt. Oh, god, she’s licking my pussy even harder. Make her cum on that dick, Clint. I want her screaming into my cunt.”

“Oh, yes,” he agreed. “The little dyke loves my cock as much as you did.”

Clint drew back and then slammed into my pussy hard. My ass burned with stinging pain. It shot to my pussy, swirling with the friction and the humiliation. All three sensations—pain, pleasure, and embarrassment—swirled through me.

I shouldn’t enjoy a guy fucking my cunt. But I was. My little sister gave me to him. And he fucked me so hard. He rammed that thick cock into me. My pussy walls absorbed the delight. It rippled through me, making me sway and groan.

“Fuck her hard, Master,” Lee groaned.

“Oh, yes, just pound that fucking dyke,” Melody groaned. “Just pound her so hard. Oh, fuck, Lee, get over here and lick my pussy.”

I knew Lee was a fucking whore. She fell to her knees, licking her older sister’s pussy with such submissive obedience. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the black-haired girl bury her face into her older sister’s shaved cunt, licking it so hard.

She was being such a good dyke-slave.

Then Clint fucked me harder. I gasped, the pain flaring in my ass. His cock was so long. It reached so deep into me. I shuddered at the humiliation, the shame, for enjoying a dick. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, his thrusts pressing my face deeper into her snatch. I tongued her hard, thrusting into her sheath.

Feeling her pussy walls spasm as she kept cumming.

My little sister kept cumming on my tongue. She moaned and gasped over me, squeezing her small breasts, fingering her puffy nipples. She massaged them, stroking her swollen areolas while groaning and grunting, her juices flooding my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, my little dyke-slave,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re eating my pussy so well. You’re pleasing your Mistress so much. You’re doing such a good job.”

An exhilarated surge went through me. My pussy clenched on Clint’s dick.

“And you’re fucking Clint. You’re taking a man’s cock without whining. Oh, I’m so proud of you, dyke-slave. Your Mistress is so proud of you.”

I licked my little sister so hard. I trailed my tongue up through her hot folds to her little clit. I swirled it and nuzzled it and then sucked on it. She screamed so hard, bucking on me, cumming with even more passion.

Clint groaned, loving the sight, plowing so hard into me. He gripped my hips, his balls smacking into my clit. Was he going to cum in me? Oh, god, I wasn’t on the pill. What if he flooded my cunt? Would my…little sister let him…

Yes. Yes, she would.

I came.

My pussy went wild about Clint’s cock. I couldn’t believe how humiliating the pleasure was. I moaned like a dyke-bitch into my little sister’s cunt as my snatch massaged his dick, eager for him to cum in me. To flood me. To use me.

My…little sister gave me to him. To be used.

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my little sister. “Oh, yes, you’re cumming so hard on his dick. Oh, that’s so good, you little dyke-slave. You make your Mistress so proud. Oh, yes, you can cum in her, Clint.”

“Cum in her!” moaned Melody, experiencing her own rapture at her dyke-slave’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Clint grunted. He buried into me. His cum unloaded.

My pussy milked his cock as his hot jizz spurted into my depths. I shivered, feeling my first ever guy cum in me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, another orgasm rippling through me. I trembled on my hands and knees, my ass burning, cheeks throbbing, my mouth full of pussy juices.

I came and came and came. I was such whore. A slut. How could I enjoy this?

I shuddered, tears spilling down my cheeks. And that just made my pussy spasm harder.

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

Cheryl Elliston

I found quite the surprise when I came home from work. A Hispanic girl, ankles in a spreader bar, her hands cuffed behind her back, a butt-plug shoved up her ass, her face buried into the pussy belonging to another Hispanic girl, younger and clearly her sister.

“Mom, that’s Carmelita. She and Lee used to be friends,” Clint said. My son and Master was naked and so sexy looking, his muscles defined. “Juana is training her to be a good slave now. I’m helping.”

“She’s the skank who used to bully Alicia?” I asked.

Alicia nodded, my youngest naked, her body so slim and pale, her brown pigtails swaying about her forehead. She pushed up her glasses. “Yes, she is.”

Then she gave Carmelita’s already red ass a hard spanking, making her moan into Juana’s pussy.

“Here’s her mother’s cell number,” Clint said. “Call her and let her know her daughters are staying the weekend. Alicia and Juana are new friends, and Carmelita and Lee are getting reacquainted.”

“I’m showing her how to be a good slave,” Lee said. My pregnant, nineteen-year-old niece also had her legs spread by a spreader bar, a butt plug shoved up her ass, and her hands cuffed behind her. She had her face planted on the floor, a happy smile on her lips as she wiggled her ass.

“Yes, Master,” I purred. “Your Mommy-slave will take care of everything.”

“Good,” Clint grinned, walking naked back to the dining room. “Spank her again, Alicia.”

CRACK!

Alicia giggled. “That’s what you get, you dyke-slave, for being such a cunt.”

“Such a cunt,” Juana groaned. “But my little dyke-slave is learning that her mouth is for licking pussy not insulting people.”

My pussy clenched so hard. I rubbed my pregnant belly, still flat. It would be a while longer before I showed since I had only found out a month ago I was pregnant with my son’s child. I pulled out my cell phone and called the number.

It rang a few times.

“Hello?” a Hispanic woman asked, using that tone everyone does when they don’t recognize the number.

“Hi, you’re Juana and Carmelita’s mother, right?”

“Si.”

“Well, I’m Alicia Elliston’s mother and Lee Samuel’s aunt. And our daughters have become really good friends. So we were hoping to have Juana and Carmelita stay the weekend. It’ll be a fun girls’ time.”

“Weekend?” she asked. “I don’t know. This is so sudden. I know Lee, but I thought she and Carmelita had a falling out.”

“And it’s been patched up,” I laughed. “You know how it is at that age. It was about a boy, but now they’re over it. And Alicia and Juana have become such good friends at college. But you don’t have to worry. I’ll be keeping an eye on them. As well as my sister. She’s a professor at their college.”

“And you don’t mind? The whole weekend?”

“I don’t mind. My sister and I live next door to each other. And we have four daughters between us. Two more girls won’t make a difference.”

“And you’ll be supervising?”

CRACK!

I turned, smiling as Alicia rubbed Carmelita’s bright-red ass, the older girl moaning into her younger sister’s pussy. “Yes. I’ll be here, watching over everything.” My hand crept down my skirt, pressing into my crotch. I was so wet. “So don’t you worry. It’ll be good, clean, wholesome fun.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Since you are there. I know they’re both technically adults, but i worry.”

“Wonderful,” I said and hung up.

CRACK!

“Lick her pussy, skank,” giggled Alicia, glancing at Clint with such worship in her eyes.

He gave her a nod, stroking his cock, and she beamed at him. It warmed a mother’s heart to see her children so close. If I didn’t have dinner to make, I would have joined the fun.

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

Alicia Elliston

“Oh, god, yes,” groaned Juana, trembling on the chair. “Oh, yes, you’re such a good pussy licker, my dyke-slave.”

I grinned, loving the joy on my new friend’s face as she put Carmelita in her place. I remembered that same delight when Lee was first dominated by Clint. After years of being teased by her, it was so satisfying to make her lick my pussy.

“Can I have a go on your slave’s mouth?” my oldest sister Zoey asked. “I have to go to work soon, and I would love to go in buzzing.”

“She does love having her pussy licked before getting on stage,” giggled Stefani, Zoey’s girlfriend. The pair were strippers, making so much money to help pay for our shared life. All of us had part-time jobs, too, working at Ms. Hiragawa’s pharmacy.

“Sure,” Juana groaned, slipping off the chair, her body trembling. “She’s a good pussy licker.”

Carmelita just panted, not saying anything. She squirmed, her rump clenching on the knob of the butt plug buried between her cheeks. I gave her one last smack and stood up as Juana stared at the assorted floggers and whips spread out on the table.

She glanced at me then grabbed the flogger with thin, red straps. She held it out, asking “Want to whip her with me?”

“Oh, yes,” I grinned, taking it.

She grabbed a black flogger with thicker straps.

“That’ll give a more thudding slap than a stinging one like Alicia’s flogger,” Clint said. “And don’t go too hard. Don’t put all your power into it. You want to hurt her, not harm her. Even at half your strength, she’ll feel it.”

“Especially with her ass warmed up by our hands,” Alicia grinned.

Zoey sank down into the chair, her big tits bouncing. She had the biggest tits in the family, even bigger than Mom’s. Her brassy hair tumbled off her shoulders as she leaned back, her lithe, flexible legs parting. She had a shaved pussy, a unicorn tattooed on her pubic mound like it was galloping across her.

“Enjoy, Yunie,” Stefani said, using her pet name for Zoey. The redhead leaned on the wall watching her girlfriend. I liked Stefani. She was such a flirty, outgoing girl. Always looking to have fun. I was so glad when she and Zoey joined my big brother’s harem.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Juana grinned at me, swinging her flail.

“Yes,” I giggled.

“Whip her ass hard,” Lee grinned. “I love it hard.”

“You’re a pain slut,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You like it when we clamp your nipples and pussy lips.”

“Oh, yes,” groaned Lee.

“Mmm, Carmelita has thick pussy lips. Maybe we should clamp them,” Juana said, tugging on her older sister’s labia. “Would you like that?”

“No,” Carmelita groaned between Zoey’s thighs.

“No, what?” Juana hissed, her flogger cracking across Carmelita’s rump.

“No…Mistress.”

There was still defiance in her voice even as she ate Zoey’s pussy. She refused to admit she was a dyke even though it was so obvious. She was dripping wet and was just so eager to lick pussy. She tried to hide that, but it was in her eyes. And it was obvious my big brother didn’t turn her on.

Which was a shame, because he was such a sexy hunk. I felt his eyes on my ass as I slapped my flogger across Carmelita’s rump. I loved the stinging sound as the red, leather strips struck her red butt-cheeks. And it was even more exciting knowing my big brother was behind me, staring at my cute, girlish rear.

“Oh, yes, she moans so deliciously when you whip her ass,” Zoey panted, her big boobs jiggling a she ground her pussy into Carmelita’s mouth. “Oh, and you just love pussy, don’t you, little dyke?”

“Answer her,” snapped Juana, smacking her flogger into Carmelita’s ass.

“I don’t. I just have to lick your pussy,” groaned the Hispanic slave. “I’m not into girls.”

“Sure fooled me,” Zoey purred as Carmelita went back to her pussy feast. “The way you eat cunt… You love it.”

“Yeah,” I giggled and smacked her with my flogger. Not hard. I didn’t like hurting people, not even a horrid bitch like Carmelita.

“That’s it,” Clint groaned, rubbing at me from behind. His cock pressed into my back right above my ass. I was just so short, so tiny in my big brother’s embrace. “Spank her, princess.”

“Yes, big brother,” I groaned, his hands cupping my budding breasts.

I swung my flogger harder as his fingers played with my nipples. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Then I shivered at the stinging impact and groaning moan. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. He leaned down, his cock sliding lower.

I loved my big brother’s cock.

Juana whipped her sister’s ass then I flogged her. I groaned, my pussy growing wetter, Clint’s fingers so amazing on my nipples. He rolled my little nubs as I squirmed against him. He was so strong. My big brother was wonderful.

“That’s it,” he panted, his hand sliding down my stomach.

SMACK!

“Whip her naughty ass,” he groaned, Carmelita gasping, Zoey shuddering.

CRACK!

His hand reached lower. My hand gripped the flogger, waiting for my turn. His fingers crossed my stomach.

SMACK!

Then Clint reached my shaved pubic mound. I had Lee shave me every other day, keeping my pussy pristine for my big brother, letting him see my tight, nineteen-year-old slit. I looked even younger. So girlish.

CRACK!

Then he found my clit. I groaned, my body bucking in his arms as he rubbed my nub with his rough fingers. The pleasure surged through me. The flogger fell out of my suddenly numb fingers. I didn’t care about whipping Carmelita any longer.

She was just a filthy slave. I had my big brother’s fingers demanding my attention.

“Mmm, bored of spanking her already, princess?” he asked, his lips inches from my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I want to do something else. Please, big brother, you made my cunny all wet and tingly and…and I need you.”

“To do what?”

I loved being forced to say such dirty things. “I need my big brother to fuck my pussy!”

My words echoed through the dining room. Zoey groaned louder, flashing me a wicked grin. She understood. She loved fucking our brother’s cock, too. She grabbed Carmelita’s dark hair, grinding the skank’s face into her pussy, moaning out her enjoyment.

“We can’t have you with a hot cunny, princess,” Clint groaned. “Can we?”

I just whimpered, his finger stirring around my clit.

I didn’t fight him as he pressed me to the floor. I was kneeling, my face staring right at Carmelita’s ass, the black flogger falling over and over on her rear. Juana moaned her delight as she whipped her sister-slave. I had a front row seat, watching the skank’s shaved cunt clenching with each blow, her juices flowing down her thighs.

Then Clint’s cock pressed at my hot pussy. I was so wet. I didn’t need foreplay. Not after spanking that bitch. That was foreplay. Nearby, Lee groaned in envy as she watched our big brother’s cock press into my cunny.

He was so big.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, big brother. Oh, I need you in me so badly!”

His cock sank deeper and deeper into my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered, wiggling my hips and stirring his dick around in my cunt. It was so amazing. His cock filled me with incestuous delight.

I groaned, eyes locked on Carmelita’s ass, the flogger falling over and over as Clint drew back his dick. So slow, teasing my cunny. He made me whimper and groan, loving the naughty sounds coming from my girlish lips.

My glasses slipped down my nose as I shuddered. “Big brother, I need more! I need you to…”

“Need me to do what, princess?” he groaned, sliding his cock so slowly back into my depths.

My back arched. “Need you to…hard. And fast.”

“What hard? What fast?” He slid his hands up my sides, cupping my immature breasts. “Tell me, princess.”

My cheeks burned. My pussy clenched on his dick. “I need you to fuck me so hard and fast, big brother!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Juana groaned. “Fuck your little sister while I whip my dyke-sister-slave!”

CRACK!

Clint groaned. It was like the wonderful crack of the flogger was the gun starting a race. My big brother pounded my pussy so hard, so fast. He plunged his cock so deep into my cunny, the friction burning so hard, rippling through my body. My pigtails swayed as I groaned and gasped, feeling so small and helpless.

Feeling so much like his little sister. His naughty princess.

He fucked me hard and fast. And I loved it.

I loved my big brother’s cock reaming me. Plunging into my pussy. It was so amazing. I groaned and gasped, my pussy clenching on his big dick. The pleasure surged through me, making me swirl my narrow hips as his hands squeezed my tits.

“Such a wanton, slutty princess,” he groaned, pumping so hard. “Oh, yes, you are.”

“I am,” I moaned, bucking back into his thrusts, the pleasure roaring through me. “My cunny is so hot for your big cock. Oh, I need it. I’m wet all the time.”

He squeezed my tits harder, his dick thrusting faster, deeper. His balls slapped into my clit. Dizzy delight shivered through me. I groaned and gasped, watching the hypnotic fall of the flogger on Carmelita’s ass over and over, flogging her, punishing her for being a bitch.

My orgasm swelled so fast through me. It was so hot to finally see that cunt get put in her place. And I got to enjoy my big brother’s amazing cock at the same time. My little cunny clenched about his thrusting dick, eager for his cum to flood me.

Oh, I wanted to be bred. I wanted to get off birth control and carry Clint’s child.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re making my cunny feel so good. So naughty,” I moaned, his fingers massaging my nipples, rubbing them, pressing them into my firm tits.

“Are you going to cum, princess?” he growled, pounding me, our flesh slapping together. “Are you going to cum on your big brother’s cock? Huh, naughty princess?”

“Yes!” I squealed.

And came.

It was amazing.

Stupendous.

Better than chocolate ice cream.

Better than watching fireworks.

Because fireworks exploded in my cunny. My pussy went wild about his cock. My flesh spasmed about his plunging dick as his pleasure shuddered through me. I groaned and gasped, joining Zoey as she came on the bitch’s mouth.

And Clint’s dick kept reaming me. Kept plunging into me. He made me shiver and shudder. He had me howling and convulsing. My pussy milked his cock, eager for his hot cum to spurt into my depths. Rapture boiled my mind.

And then it happened. That wonderful moment of union.

Clint’s hot cum spurted into my depths. I groaned and shuddered. My big brother’s jizz fired into my pussy. He basted my cunt. His jizz spilled into me. He pumped it over and over into my snatch. I shuddered, howling, groaning.

Loving my big brother so much.

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

Juana Campo

“Ready to admit you’re a dyke?” I asked my older sister, my pussy on fire. Alicia slumped to the floor. Then Clint picked her up, holding his trembling little sister as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“I’m not a dyke,” Carmelita whined. She wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Yes, you are,” Zoey groaned, lithely getting off the chair after her climax. “Ooh, I am ready to strut myself at work. Thanks for letting me borrow her, Juana.”

I nodded to Clint’s oldest sister, the busty girl striding by. This was such a strange family. Clint’s mother was cooking in the kitchen, naked, helped by his aunt (who also taught at my college). Pam and Melody were playing with their babies upstairs. And Lee was panting like a bitch clearly wishing I was whipping her ass and not my sister’s.

Plus there was a Japanese woman wandering around that I didn’t even know. She was another slave. Maybe Pam’s mom. It wasn’t clear. But she was in her office working on…something. I didn’t know what.

And I didn’t care. I had to attend to my sister.

“Well, if that’s how you feel,” I said. “Then you would hate for me to fuck you with this.”

I grabbed my sister’s backpack and pulled out the huge strap-on dildo she always threatened to fuck me with. The fake cock in there was thicker and longer than Clint’s, and all black. It was veined and crowned like a real dick, a rubber replica.

“Oh, god,” Carmelita groaned.

“Oh, yes,” I purred, watching my sister struggle in her restraints. I pulled on the strap-on, my pussy on fire. I tightened the straps about my waist, adjusting the base to press on my clit. “How many poor lesbians did you fuck with this?”

She winced. “None. I bought that for you…Mistress.”

“For me?” I grinned, falling to my knees behind her well-spanked ass. “Oh, so you do want me to fuck you with this. Wonderful.”

“No, I—”

I rammed the thick cock into her dripping pussy, her words cutting off in a howling moan of pain and pleasure. She was so soaked from being spanked and “forced” to eat pussy, but it still stretched her cunt to its limits. The base of the monster dildo pressed on my clit as I slammed it into her depths. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Pleasure surged through me.

It was more than the dildo pressing against my clit as I fucked my older sister. It was the sheer thrill of pounding her with the strap-on, to show her my dominance. Her ass was stuffed with the butt-plug, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was helpless. At my mercy.

And it was so intoxicating.

“Yes, take my big girl-dick,” I groaned, my hips hammering away, my pussy drinking in all the pleasure. “I know you love it. You’re just so hot. So dripping wet. Being spanked, eating pussy, has made you so wet, so horny, my dyke-slave.”

“Oh, god,” she groaned.

“And that makes me so happy,” I panted. “Your Mistress is so proud of you, dyke-slave.” I had to keep saying that, reinforcing her with praise, reminding her that I owned her cunt. “Oh, yes, I love fucking my little dyke-slave.”

She just moaned and groaned, shuddering as I pounded her. My crotch smacked into her welted ass. I loved the slapping sounds and her grunts of pain, throaty with her pleasure. I grabbed her rump, squeezing, digging my fingers into her and making her squeal in agony and rapture.

Her hips moved, bucking back into me. My clit ached and throbbed from the force. The dildo massaged my little nub every time I thrust forward. Sparks of delight shot through me. I grinned, drinking in the pleasure, the thrill of fucking my big sister.

“Yes, yes, yes, love my girl-dick, dyke-slut. Cum so hard. It’s your reward for licking everyone’s pussy. For giving me and Zoey so much pleasure.”

“Oh, god,” groaned Carmelita. “Oh, god, yes!”

“Oh, your hot cunt just can’t take it,” I panted, leaning over her, thrusting so hard. My stomach burned. I didn’t care. I fucked through the ache, my pussy on fire. “You love your Mistress’s girl-dick fucking your dyke-cunt!”

“Yes!” she panted, her cheek rubbing on the floor.

Our flesh slapping together echoed through the room. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I groaned, my orgasm building and building as I fucked her. I slammed into her so hard, making her squeal and shudder.

And then she spasmed hard. Her hands pulled at her cuffs. She bucked on the ground, cumming so hard on the monstrous dild. Her screams of rapture echoed through the room. It was so hot. I made my dyke-sister-slave cum so hard.

I orgasmed.

“Yes!” I howled. “Yes, yes, yes, you love it! You love being my dyke-slave!”

My body shuddered. The pleasure exploded through me. It slammed into my mind. It was so hot dominating my older sister. I dug my fingers into her ass so hard as the pleasure rippled through me. I moaned and gasped and swayed.

I drank in the rapture.

And then I leaned over her, the both of us panting. I pressed my stomach and tits into her back, feeling her restrained hands rubbing on my belly. I nuzzled against her ear as she panted. I nipped it. I owned her.

“Say it,” I groaned. “Say you’re a lezzie-dyke-slut. My slave.”

“I’m not…Mistress. I’m straight. I like guys. I hate eating pussy.”

Her defiance made my pussy clench. I nipped her ear. “Don’t worry. We have the entire weekend to convince you.”

Then I started pumping away, new pleasure tingling through my pussy. New moans coming from my sister. I would prove to her that she was my dyke-slave. She would admit it. She would scream it out.

And worship me. My older sister would be my sex slave!

To be continued…

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To discover information, Sven baits a trap to attract a Pixie’s attention.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Harem

Part Fourteen: Baiting the Trap

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Forty: Baiting the Trap

Aingeal – Faerie

I shivered as I stepped out of the mushroom ring into home. Faerie. It had been twenty-three years since I set foot here. Twenty-three years since everything went wrong. I took a deep breath, smelling the spicy freshness of the air, a scent found no where but here. Around me rose tall pine trees with silvery bark, their needles shimmering with a golden hue as the trees swayed in a gentle breeze. A riot of colorful flowers ringed the base of the trees, adding their own nectar to the air, helping form that scent of home.

My butterfly wings fluttered as my naked toes curled into the soft loam. Tears burned in my eyes. It was wonderful to be back.

Spirits danced through the air. The small balls of light—red, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange—darted or drifted around me. They were everywhere. In the mortal world, they hid in objects, only appearing when I needed them. But not here in Faerie. They came from here. With them, my ancestors had created this world for us to live in.

A ball of red light, a conjuration spirit, surged up to me, brushing my lips in welcome. A tingle of energy raced through me. I shuddered, my hairless pussy clenching, juices dripping down my thighs from the sudden surge of excitement.

“Wow,” Zanyia purred behind me. “It’s so pretty here. Look at all the flowers.”

“They’re beautiful,” gushed Nathalie, the young girl falling to her knees before a patch of colorful primroses. She breathed them in then plucked one, entwining the stem into one of her pigtails.

“Yes, they are,” Kora said. “It’s like Rithi painted her brush here, creating something spectacular.”

I nodded my head. The Goddess of Art had no hand in this world’s creation, but she would appreciate it.

“It’s nice,” my human husband said. He stared at me. “You miss it?”

“I do,” I said, lifting my chin to the sky. It was always twilight here, the stars twinkling over head. Three different moons were in the sky, violet, orange, and blue. They were all full tonight. That could change. Their phases weren’t consistent like the moon in the mortal world. The yellow moon was missing, and I spotted a sliver of the green moon to the east. “It’s wonderful to be home, even if it’s only for a little while.”

Sven cupped my face, turning me to look at him. He had compassion in his blue eyes. His thumb swept across my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized I shed. I felt them now, building in my eyes. Twenty-three years away. Cernere’s black cunt, it had been so long. I felt so whole here. The emptiness that had gnawed at me filled for a few moments.

But I couldn’t stay. I was banished by Queen Sidhe herself. I shouldn’t even be here. If I was caught, it would be bad. Execution bad. But I had a chance to pay that bastard Duke Gallchobhar back. I ached to hurt him for what he did to my family. To my father.

“I lost my home, too,” Sven said. “It was stolen from me and my sister.”

“That’s why you want to stop Prince Meinard,” I said, staring into his eyes, seeing the pain he tried to hide. “I can understand that.” I took a deep breath. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. I hated being morose, but the pain was so great here.

“How did Duke Gallchobhar drive you from your home?” my husband asked.

The pain deepened. I pulled away, saying, “He tricked me.” I took a deep breath, wings fluttering with more agitation. “We don’t have time for this. We need to get some pegasi so we can travel with speed to the duke’s lands.”

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Zanyia

“How do we do that, Mistress Aingeal?” I asked, my tail swishing. My nose twitched, breathing in so many new smells. Wonderful smells. Every inhalation brought me new beauty to enjoy. My entire body tingled from the excitement of the scents. I crouched low, flowers brushing my legs, each one with a different perfume to savor.

The sadness faded from Aingeal replaced by a naughty smile. Her purple eyes twinkled as her big boobs jiggled, her gold nipples rings glinting. Like me, she went naked. She didn’t hide her body like the humans insisted on doing. They were such big breasts. The type I wanted to play with. To rub my cheeks against while purring happily, my ear twitching and my tail swishing.

“Well, we need to attract the stallion of the herd,” Aingeal said to me. “So that means we need pussy juices. Lots and lots of pussy juices.”

I shoved my hand between my naked thighs, stroking through my tawny bush to rub my hot pussy lips. My cream coated my fingers. I held them up glistening and yowled, “I have plenty of those.” I glanced at Nathalie, primroses decorating both her blonde pigtails now. “Right?”

Nathalie pulled up her skirt revealing her downy bush covered in her dew. “I have a wet pussy, Master.”

Aingeal gave a wicked giggle. Her butterfly wings flapped, lifting the faerie into the air. Her big boobs jiggled as she whirled around to face Sven. “We need to spread pussy juices on clover. Pegasi love to munch on clover, and they love pussy juices.”

“Who doesn’t love pussy juices?” Sven grinned, that roguish smirk that made him so handsome and dashing making me shiver. “Eh, sister dear?”

“You would know, brother mine,” Kora said with a fond smile. “You love to lick up mine.”

My tail swished faster. It was so exciting watching Master lick out his sister’s pussy and revel in incestuous passion. It made my cream drip down my thighs. It almost felt like a waste as my juices trickled out of me.

But I could always make more.

“There’s a clearing…” Aingeal turned in the air, peering at the woods. She pointed. “That way.”

Sven led the way, Aingeal hovering at his side. She could stay in the air with such ease, her wings hardly flapping at all. It was almost like they weren’t really needed for her to fly. I padded along beside Kora, Nathalie on the other side, the young girl humming in excitement. More juices trickled down my thighs as I walked, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

Kora glanced down then swiped a finger up my inner thigh. I shuddered, my tail going stiff for a moment while I yowled in delight. Then she brought her finger to mouth, tasting my sweet cream. She smiled. “You’re excited.”

“Aren’t you, Mistress?” I asked, giving her an arched look. “I bet you got a pussy dripping juices down your thighs beneath your robe.”

“Maybe,” she said with a naughty smile. “I’ve always wanted to ride a pegasus. Though I didn’t think I’d have to masturbate to do it.”

“Isn’t Faerie so much fun?” Aingeal asked from ahead. She was flying backwards now, cupping her big breasts, her thighs as dewy as mine. “Oooh, I love being here.”

Cú Mheá, her feyhound, bounded at her side. My little pussy clenched. I wouldn’t mind enjoying the beast made of woody vines entwined together, almost like a wicker basket, formed in the shape of a wolfhound. He had a leafy tongue and acorns for eyes, his stiff tail swishing back and forth. He moved like a dog, right now looking friendly and happy as we walked. He had a nice cock, carved of wood, and capable of firing a sap-like cum. Watching Aingeal fuck him last night had excited both Master and me. But Kora hadn’t been so thrilled by it. She’d darted away into the tent like it disgusted her.

The silvery trees passed us along with more flowers growing around them. Bluebells, primroses, daisies, dandelions, buttercups, lady’s laces, snapdragons, carnations, gardenias, larkspurs, irises, and more grew around us. Flowers I didn’t know the name for grew with strange shapes, one looking almost like a face, others with wide petals or fuzzy centers. They came in every color imaginable. I breathed in deeply, learning new scents.

I loved Faerie.

Then a clearing appeared ahead. I caught a shimmer of color amid the green grass. We stepped out into the twilight. Though the night sky was spread overhead, somehow there was a enough light to see by like it were day. It was so bizarre. Clover covered the field, but instead of having those tiny, white flowers, they came in every hue imaginable. A rainbow of clover.

“Four leaves,” Sven said, plucking one. It had flecks of gold in the leaves that glinted as he twisted it. “These are said to be rare in are world. Is this an entire field of them?”

Aingeal nodded. “We use them as tokens of our promises,” she said. “When we make agreements.”

“You didn’t give me one.” Sven arched an eyebrow. “When you promised to be my wife.”

“No, I gave you myself.” The faerie fluttered her wings. “Isn’t that better?”

“Yes,” he said then tucked the clover behind Aingeal’s ear, the green standing out against her soft-pink hair. His hand stroked her cheeks.

She blushed and trembled, her big boobs swaying in such a hypnotic fashion. I wanted to pull on her nipple rings as I nuzzled into those tits. Ooh, they were so amazing. My pussy itched more and more.

“So we can start masturbating now?” I asked, flexing my toes into the green ground cover. “I’m so horny.”

“Or we can finger each other,” Kora said. “Form a daisy chain.”

“Doesn’t that involving pussy licking,” Sven asked. “And you can’t do that. Zanyia will drink up every drop of cream she can get.”

“I totally would,” I giggled, licking my lips. “But we can finger each other. Make each other squirt.”

Aingeal nodded. Her eyes moved, like she followed something drifting through the air before her. I frowned, not seeing anything. The faerie smiled. “Yep, this is perfect. We’ll spread our juices, and the spirits will make sure a herd smells it and comes.”

“Spirits?” Sven frowned, asking the question I wanted to.

“It’s how my magic works,” Aingeal said. “It’s really spirits that do it. They just love us faerie so much they’ll do anything we think about if they can.”

“Those are what witches control, right?” Kora said.

“Yes. They use rituals to force the spirits to obey them.” Aingeal’s wings fluttered. “Well, those twinborn witches of the Tuathan have feyblood in them, so the spirits love them, too. Shall we?”

“Yes,” Sven said, rubbing at his leather pants, his cock bulging.

“Now don’t spurt any cum,” Aingeal warned. “The stallion won’t like that. His mare’s would, but they follow him not the other way around.”

“I can control myself.”

“Such a sacrifice, dear brother,” Kora said, a smile on her lips. Then she slid her hand up Aingeal’s thigh, reaching the faerie’s hairless pussy. She rubbed at it, making Aingeal shudder.

Nathalie undid Kora’s robes. The pink cloth fell away revealing Mistress’s shaved pudenda tattooed with her flowering vines. The girl slid her slender fingers across the tattoo then down to rub at Kora’s tight slit. She shuddered, her breasts jiggling free of her robe, round and beautiful.

I scampered up, standing beside Aingeal and Nathalie, the four of us forming a ring of fingering delight. I shoved my hand beneath Nathalie’s brown skirt, finding her soft down then her wet pussy. The eighteen-year-old sucked in her breath. Her blue eyes widened, flower-entwined pigtails swaying as she moaned. Then I purred, Aingeal’s fingers stroking my pussy lips, completing the circle.

My eyes flicked around at the other three women of Master’s harem. Aingeal’s boobs jiggled as Mistress shoved her fingers deep into the faerie’s snatch. Wings fluttering behind her, Aingeal grinned at me, her digits sliding up and down my slit until she found my clit.

And massaged it.

“Ooh, I like that,” I purred. “Mistress Aingeal, you have such a deft touch.”

“So do you,” whimpered Nathalie, her finger growing juicier and juicier as I stroked up and down her tight slit.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Kora purred, her blue eyes squeezing shut. She bit her lip, Nathalie’s fingers digging through Kora’s pussy folds.

I breathed in, the scent of our four pussies filling the air. Nathalie had a sweet musk, similar to my own, while Aingeal’s cream smelled like honey. I licked my lips, savoring the tangy delight Kora’s snatch added to our feminine bouquet.

Juices dripped down my fingers as I stroked Nathalie’s twat. Her clit peeked out of its sheath, a little hard nub I found, massaged. I stroked it in fast circles, making her whimper and gasp. Her small breasts jiggled in her dress. Her free hand yanked at the ties of her bodice.

She freed those small cones.

My free hand reached and slid up Aingeal’s body. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit as I walked my digits up to her big boobs. I reached her right one, the one closest to me. I dragged my finger up her mound, circling it. Her fat nipples swayed, piercings flashing in the light.

“Mmm, Mistress Aingeal, you have such wonderful boobs,” I purred.

“Ava’s jealous of them,” Kora said.

“But she has those small, cute breasts,” I purred. “Like me and Nathalie. Master clearly likes tiny boobs.”

“I like all boobs,” Master called, his voice strained with arousal.

I threw a look over my shoulder, my tail swishing. It was hard not to giggle at him, his face flushed, his hands rubbing at his leather pants. He needed satisfaction so badly from watching his four women fingering each other, juices trickling down our thighs, our moans filling the air.

And he couldn’t. I would have to make him cum so hard later.

My fingers reached Aingeal’s wide areola, stroking across it as I spiraled my digit to her nipple. I brushed the piercing, shifting it. She shuddered, sucking in a deep breath. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

My ears twitched more. I purred louder and louder as her dancing fingers built the pressure in me. My digits playing with Nathalie’s snatch rubbed harder. Then they jabbed into her. The young girl gasped as I sank into her hot, tight, wet depths.

“Zanyia,” she whimpered, plunging her fingers faster and faster into Kora’s dripping snatch. “Oh, Zanyia, yes. You’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s the point,” Aingeal said, her thumb taking over rubbing on my clit while her fingers slid through my folds to the entrance of my pussy.

I yowled, rising on my tiptoes as she jammed her digits into my depths. My cunt clenched down on her two fingers, loving the feel of them in me. She pumped them in and out. Pleasure rippled through me, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. I tugged on her nipple ring, twisting it, making her wings flutter.

All four of us were panting. The air filled with the wet squelch of fingers plunging into hot cunt. Nathalie trembled, her snatch squeezing down on my fingers over and over. Her small breasts barely jiggled because they were so firm. The opposite of Aingeal’s soft, rippling mounds. The slightest tremble had the faerie’s tits heaving.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I yowled, my purr rumbling out of my throat. “Ooh, that’s so good. I’m going to cum so hard on your fingers, Mistress Aingeal!”

“Good, you little catgirl slut,” purred the faerie. “I want to feel that hot cream spurt over my hands. Just squirting out of you.”

“It will,” I gasped, her fingers wiggling inside of me, teasing my cunt. My snatch clenched down on her digits, my body quivering. My tail swished faster and faster as my orgasm built and built in me.

“Zanyia!” Nathalie whined, her blue eyes wide. Her pussy clamped down hard on my plunging fingers. “I’m going to cum!”

“You better gush, slut,” Kora moaned. “Mmm, and you better make me, too. I’m so close.”

“I will, Mistress Kora!” Nathalie panted, her body trembling again. Her braided pigtails bounced around her shoulders as her pussy grew so hot about my fingers. “I’m about to… Yes!”

Hot cunt spasmed about my fingers. I savored the girl’s twat convulsing about my digits, sucking at my fingers. Juices squirted out of her, splashing about my hand and splattering the clover at her feet. Her sweet musk filled my nose, stronger than the others.

I licked my lips, trembling, my ears twitching with excitement. My yowls rose as Aingeal’s thumb pressed harder on my clit. I trembled, my ears pricking. My cunt tightened on her fingers, increasing the friction, building my orgasms.

“Rithi’s keen eye and steady hand!” moaned Kora, her body arching. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Then her juices gushed out of her cunt around Nathalie’s fingers. The girl whimpered in delight as she kept cumming, her cream still flowing. I heard the pride in her moans. She made our mistress cum so hard.

Then Aingeal’s thumb caressed my clit. Sparks flew. Pleasure detonated in my cunt. My snatch spasmed hard about her fingers. My pussy rippled and convulsed about them. The pleasure shot through me. My entire body swayed.

Cream squirted out of me, running down my thighs and dripping on the clover below me. I shuddered, curling my digits inside Nathalie’s convulsing snatch. I rub at her special spot, making her buck, keeping her cumming.

“Kora!” groaned Aingeal. Then her honey musk filled my nose. Her juices poured out of her convulsing snatch.

All four of us moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasure. We kept fingering wet pussies, cream flooding out of us. Our juices dribbled onto the clover, splattering the four leaves and the tiny flowers. Our bodies quivered, all our breasts heaving.

“Damn,” Sven groaned behind us.

“That’s it!” Aingeal moaned. And then suddenly our pussy juices splattered on the clover glowed purple. I whispered, tail swishing back and forth, as the rapture burned through my mind. “They’re coming!”

“So are we!” I yowled in rapture, my pussy spasming so hard on Aingeal’s fingers.

Chapter Forty-One: Soaring Over Beauty

Kora Falk

I shuddered, the four of us breaking apart as our orgasm died. I shoved my fingers into my mouth, sucking off Aingeal’s honey. It tasted so amazing in my mouth as we stumbled towards Sven. He had such a bulge in his pants. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to give him pleasure, too.

“Brother mine,” I moaned, leaning against him. “Ooh, did you like watching that?”

“So much,” he groaned, Zanyia kneeling on the other side, rubbing her cheek into his bulge as she purred. “Your women are so hot, sister dear.”

I smiled at my brother. My pussy was dripping do to something forbidden with him. Something naughty. I rubbed my dripping snatch against his leather pants. My clit throbbing as it slid up the smooth material.

“No cum,” Aingeal said. “I’m sorry, my husband, but you’ll just have to suffer for a while.” Then she grinned. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I stared at Aingeal, wanting so badly to trust her. Her pain was so real. She had a reason that kept her away. And what if betraying us would get her back? Would being Sven’s wife really protect us if she had ill intention?

Her feyhound lapped at her thighs, his leafy tongue gathering her cream. A heat flushed through my pussy as I stared at the artificial dog. It wasn’t a real beast. But…it looked so much like one.

I hated how excited it made me watching Aingeal with him last night.

“Look!” Nathalie gasped. Then she squealed in delight.

I threw my gaze to the night sky and saw the pegasi as clear as day. They were all white, their wings pure snow. They descended to the field, one at the front, the herd of a half-a-dozen or so following. My breath caught as they soared downward, all the majesty of a horse combined with the gliding beauty of an eagle.

The stallion touched down, neighing as he approached the clovers glowing purple, stained with our pussy juices. He breathed in, sniffing at the flowers. Then he munched on the clover, eating our pussy juices in the process.

“We got him,” Aingeal said as something tingled through my pussy. Magic surged through the air.

Nathalie gasped, her hands rubbing her dress into her crotch while Zanyia sprang upright, her small tits bouncing. She let out a whimper of lust. She must feel it, too. That same tingle as the stallion munched on our cream.

“Your magic has enchanted him?” I asked, glancing at Aingeal.

“And where the stallion leads, his mares will follow,” the faerie answered.

“So he’s like Master,” Zanyia grinned.

“I’ll be your mare, Master,” Nathalie grinned, her hands rubbing at her belly. “You’d make such a sexy stallion.”

“Yeah, you would, brother mine,” I said, my pussy clenching.

“Mmm, my sexy fillies,” Sven said, his arm going around me, pulling me tighter against his thigh. My pussy tingled hotter. “I like that.”

“Your own herd of sexy women, Master,” Zanyia breathed. “Your own harem. We need to get you more women. That stallion has a couple more than you.”

I found myself nodding. When did I find it so acceptable to share a man with a bunch of women? Maybe because that man was my brother and I could never have him to myself to begin with. Law and custom forbade our incestuous relationship.

“Let’s get going,” Sven said. “If I can’t cum, I want to limit how long I have these blue balls.”

“Sorry, Master,” Zanyia said. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Yes, we will,” Aingeal promised as she drifted towards the stallion. “Mount him, my husband, and the mares will let us ride them.”

Sven threw himself up onto the stallion with ease. He sat astride the pegasus like he’d ridden bareback so many times. He stroked the mane, the wings unfurling as the stallion neighed and pawed at the clover.

The mares didn’t resist as we approached them. They let us climb up. Nathalie did it with surprising skill, and Zanyia had her lamia grace. Aingeal cheated, just flying up into the air and settling herself down on her pegasus’s back. Then her feyhound jumped up behind her, his forelegs holding her. The entwined branches that made up his body shifted, turning longer, wrapping about Aingeal’s waist. I scrambled up last, having a few false starts before I threw my legs over and settled on the mare’s back.

Sven leaned low and heeled his pegasus. With a mighty flap of the wings, he took off, Sven laughing in delight. Then the mares neighed and followed. I gasped as my mount leaped into the sky, her wings beating.

The air rushed past my face, cool and refreshing. The forest fell away, a sea of pine trees stretching to the horizon, each a different height, swaying in the breeze. Aingeal pointed and Sven turned the stallion.

The herd followed.

I couldn’t help but stare down at the ground below. We flew fast over Faerie, the forest giving way to grassy fields crossed by rivers. Those undulating waterways shimmered like rainbows in the light, each with its own faint glow illuminating the plants around it. Vast formations of rocks thrust out of the ground, boulders veined with gold and silver and platinum. Gems encrusted other stones, somehow already polished and cut even though they’d never been mined.

It was so much wealth.

We kept flying, the moons drifting overhead. Each a different color and shape, a different face made of darker and lighter patches. A yellow one peeked over the horizon, rising half-full as we journeyed northeast.

Aingeal’s pegasus flew beside mine. I kept glancing at her, big breasts swaying as she smiled, staring down at her home. Cú Mheá panted like any dog behind her, his head looking around. He barked and shifted, his tail wagging behind him.

He was so big. And he fucked Aingeal so hard last night.

My pussy grew hotter. I suddenly became aware of the pegasus moving beneath me. The bunching of muscles as she flapped her wings. I squirmed, my snatch drinking in the sensations, tingling heat racing through me.

Why did Cú Mheá make me so excited? I never felt that way around a real dog. But seeing the vigorous way he fucked his mistress last night ignited something in me. And he wasn’t real. He was a construct. Almost like a dildo.

I never felt weird about using a dildo before, so why did he make me feel that way?

My pussy tingled as we kept flying. I never quite orgasmed, but I would come close somethings. I’d squirm more and more as we flew across the magical landscape. I’d bit my lip, my cunt on fire, aching for that orgasm.

Though we flew for most of the day, sunrise never came. The moons drifted across the sky, setting while new ones in new hues arose. A pale-blue moon and a deep purple, almost black, shone over us as Aingeal pointed to the ground at a group of strange stones thrust out of it on the edge of another silvery forest.

Sven guided the stallion down, the heard following. I gasped as my mare flared her wings. My pussy pressed hard into her back, my clit throbbing. And then she touched down as gentle as a leaf, shaking her mane and snorting.

“That was amazing!” Zanyia exclaimed. She launched herself off her pegasus, landing by a group of bluebells. “I can’t believe I’m not sore. Riding a horse that long makes me sore.”

I blinked as I sipped off my hair. I was only horny. But she was right. I should have aching thighs and ass after a day spent riding. No matter how many days I’ve done it, it still tired you. But I still felt refreshed.

“Welcome to Faerie,” grinned Aingeal. “Things work differently here. We set the rules, so fatigue is something we don’t deal with here.”

“That is fascinating,” I said. I’d learned about Faerie while studying at the Temple of Rithi back in Az.

“So do you sleep here?” Nathalie asked.

“Only to dream.” Aingeal’s wings fluttered. She took a deep breath. “We are at the edge of Duke Gallchobhar’s land.” She pointed at the forest. “That marks the start of it.”

“So let’s go,” Sven said.

“We need information, my husband.” Aingeal gave him an arched look. “So you need to fuck a flower.”

Chapter Forty-Two: Silky Petals

Sven Falk

“I really have to fuck this flower?” I asked, staring down at the sparkling bluebell flower before me. It had a large enough petal that I could slip my thick cock through.

“Well, it’ll be more of a blowjob,” Aingeal said. “But you’ll love it. I promised you satisfaction, didn’t I?”

“You did,” I said to my faerie-wife. I pressed the tip of my dick against the silky petals of the flower.

It moved, the petals sucking the crown of my cock into their depths. My eyes widened as something damp rubbed at the tip. The petals moved, the flower sucking at my dick like a bellows pump. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me.

“Pater’s cock,” I groaned, the pleasure feeling incredible.

I’d been hard all day. The sight of my four women masturbating wouldn’t leave my mind. I needed this cum badly. I just didn’t expect it from a flower. But it felt good. Different from a mouth, not as warm, but the silky caress of the petals massaging the sides of my dick and the wet center rubbing on the tip had me trembling. The pressure reached into my balls, full of my cum.

Then hands grabbed my nuts, massaging them. Zanyia and Nathalie leaned in, staring up at me as they each sucked a ball into her warm mouth. I groaned as they sucked. The pleasure rippled through me as they massaged my sensitive nuts with their mouths.

“Mmm, they are just so wanton,” purred Aingeal. “Your little slaves just want to please you.”

“Yes,” I panted, the pleasure my two slaves gave me mixed with the sucking delight of the flower. “Pater’s cock, but they’re incredible.”

Zanyia’s triangular ears, thrusting out of her tawny hair, twitched. She purred as she sucked harder on my left nut. Nathalie’s blue eyes were dewy with passion. Her tongue swirled around my right ball between her sweet sucks.

I groaned, my toes curling in my boots. Such pleasure surged through me. Such satisfaction. My dick ached and throbbed. The pressure built and built at the tip. I ran a hand through my blond hair, sucking in deep breaths.

It felt amazing. Every suck of the flower built the pressure in my balls that my two slaves massaged with their hot lips and sucking mouths. They agitated the cum in my nuts, bringing me closer and closer to blowing my load with every second.

The ache swelled at the tip. A day spent needing to cum, no satisfaction for hours and hours, had my orgasm rising fast. My face contorted as the pressure built. The tension tightened my body as I stood on the cusp of my orgasm.

“Gods, yes!” I groaned, the flower sucking hard one final time.

My balls unloaded.

Euphoria surged through me. I grunted with each blast of cum splattering into the bluebell. The petals worked about my cock, the flower sucking out every drop of cum. My slaves massaged my balls as the jizz rushed out of them, making me groan and gasp.

The powerful blasts reached my mind. I shuddered, holding onto the pleasure for as long as I could. The intense orgasm swept through me. Leaving me groaning and grunting as the final blast of cum fired into the flower.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I panted.

“Good,” Aingeal said. “Now we have to hide. We don’t want to startle the pixie until she gets a taste of cum.”

“Pixie?” I said, a little dazed from my orgasm. “What?”

“That’s what we’re summoning. To get the information.” Aingeal gave me a smile. “My husband, this next part is even better.”

The five us of slipped behind the menhirs nearby. The massive monoliths of rough-cut stones thrusting out of the crown, forming ancient pillars, many connected by a third stone laid horizontally from them, like they were doorways built for giants and just left standing unused, the buildings never constructed around them.

“It won’t be long,” Aingeal purred, pressed against me. “We’ll hear her coming out of the forest.” She smiled. “There she is.”

I frowned, hearing a faint buzzing, the wings of an insect. “Is she a bug?”

“She just has dragonfly wings,” Aingeal said. “She’ll look like a slender woman though she only stands up to your waist.”

“Like a halfling?” I asked.

“But daintier.” Then Aingeal put a finger to her lips as the buzzing grew louder. With it came a happy humming sound, girlish and excited.

The humming of wings swelled, the air vibrating with the pixie’s excitement. She let out a girlish squeal. The sound of her flying stopped. Another chortle of delight. Aingeal gave my hand a squeeze, my cock throbbing before me.

I knew what she wanted.

I sprang out around the menhir, darting from the massive stone. The pixie knelt before the bluebell, nuzzling at it, eating my cum out of the flower. She had a slender back and perky rump. A tight, hairless slit peeked between her thighs. A fully mature pussy despite the how tiny her body was. I caught a profile of small, jiggling breasts.

A woman in miniature with a pair of delicate, translucent wings veined like a dragonfly’s.

I fell to my knees behind her. She squealed in shock as my cock rammed into her pussy. Such tight heat engulfed my snatch, juicy and silky. I shuddered, her tiny body taking me to the hilt. My balls smacked into her clit.

“Oh, yes!” the pixie moaned. “Queen Sidhe’s hungry snatch, what a big cock.” She threw a look over her shoulder, her eyes so big and round, making her appear so cute and vulnerable. “Ooh, yes, fuck me!”

Her pussy writhed about my dick, sucking at it in a way I’d never felt. Her inner flesh rippled, massaging me as she wiggled her hips, sliding her cunt up and down it. My balls tensed, a fresh load of cum building to flood her hot snatch.

She wanted my cum. I could tell. The little thing hungered for it, my jizz staining her lips. She nuzzled back at the flower, licking out my seed as I drew back my hips. And fucked her hard. I pounded her. I slammed my cock into her hot, tight cooch over and over. Her twat massaged my dick, pleasure shooting through me.

“Pater’s cock, yes!” I groaned, reveling in her cunt’s silky delights. “You’re just a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, her voice squeaky. She was so small but felt so womanly. My hands slid up her slender waist to cup her breasts. I squeezed her apple-sized mounds, her nipples two pinpricks against my palms. “Fuck me! Give me that cum! I love it!”

“I will, you little pixie-slut!”

I kept thrusting into her, churning up her snatch. Aingeal fluttered by us, grinning as I plowed the pixie hard. The fey’s rump jiggled every time I buried into her. I shuddered, her back arching, wings buzzing with excitement.

I would dump so much cum in her. I would pump her full of my jizz. My orgasm swelled in me. Like she could sense it, her pussy sucked harder at my cock. It writhed faster, rippling in such an exciting way about my shaft. Massaging it with juicy pussy.

“Stop!” Aingeal shouted. “Stop fucking her, my husband.”

“What?” I gasped.

“No, don’t!” whimpered the pixie.

Aingeal looked at me, her purple eyes speaking volume. And then it clicked in my head. The desperate moans of the pixie, the way her cunt sucked at my dick. I shuddered. With a growl, I ripped my cock out of her snatch, my dick aching, throbbing, begging to be back in her.

But I controlled my lusts. They didn’t own me.

“We need information, pixie-slut,” I panted.

“No, no, give me cum,” she panted, wiggling her hips, her head shaking from side to side, “Now!” She had all the petulance of a bratty child. Her little legs drummed on the ground. “I need it in me!”

“Tell me what I want to know,” I told her, rubbing my cock against her hairless cunt, sliding up and down that mature and skilled pussy. “You’ll get it.”

I wanted to bury in her so badly.

“No! Cum! Give me cum!”

“Then no dick for you,” I said and stood up. “I have four women who will all be happy to have my cum.”

“So happy,” Aingeal said. She knelt down and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. I shuddered, my nuts tightening. I was so close to cumming, then feeling Aingeal sucking had me on the edge. Primed to erupt.

“No!” The pixie’s sapphire eyes widened. “No, no, no, don’t take his cum! I want it!”

“Information,” I said as Aingeal sucked with such noisy enthusiasm. “Once I cum in her mouth, my sister’s up next.”

“Mmm, yes,” Kora purred.

“Then my slaves. I’ll jizz all over their faces and watch them lick each other clean.”

“Yay!” squealed Zanyia.

“You want my pussy!” the pixie said. She stared at me. “You never felt better. I won’t let you fuck me if you cum in her mouth.”

“Won’t let me?” I arched an eyebrow, Aingeal’s mouth bringing me closer and closer to erupting. “A little cum-slut like you thinks she can resist my dick?”

“Just flood Aingeal’s mouth, brother mine,” my sister moaned, fingering her twat as she leaned against the menhir. “I’m hungry for my jizz.”

“Yes!” I groaned, my balls tightening.

“No!” gasped the pixie.

I came.

Pleasure surged through me as my jizz pumped into Aingeal’s mouth. My faerie-wife fluttered her butterfly wings as she gulped down my cum. She trembled, purring her delight as blast after blast of my creamy jizz filled her. I fired so much, it overflowed her mouth, dribbling pearly down her chin.

The pixie hissed in frustration while the pleasure bathed my mind. Such delicious pleasure. I shuddered, my hands clenching into fists. The ecstasy shot through me. I soared high for one brief moment of rapture.

Then panted as I came back down to earth.

“So, information?”

The pixie glared at me.

“Mmm, yum, I get a turn, brother mine,” Kora said. She pushed off the menhir, pulling her fingers from her twat, and sauntered over. Her breasts jiggled as she slipped her robe off her body.

“Fine,” huffed the Pixie. She crossed her arms beneath her small breasts, her cheeks puffing in anger. “What do you want to know?”

Aingeal turned towards the pixie. “Duke Gallchobhar is housing human prisoners around something called a lodestone. I want to know where and how it is protected.”

“That’s it?” the pixie asked. “That’s simple.”

“Then you should be able to do it,” the faerie said. “Go and when you return, Sven will pump, that cunt of yours full of jizz.”

The pixie leaned forward, licking up a line of cum off Aingeal’s face. Then her wings buzzed and the pixie soared off into the sky, flying fast towards the forest, leaving a trail of glittering gold dust in her wake.

“Another race birthed by Las’s jizz?” I asked.

Aingeal nodded.

“We all love cum,” giggled Zanyia. “At least, the female ones do. The male ones love pussy.”

My dick throbbed and twitched as I waited for the pixie to come back. I didn’t let my women suck me off. I made a promise. I would uphold it. But it was so hard with them lounging around naked. They kept rubbing their pussies and giving me hungry looks.

Insatiable sirens. I loved them all. Even Aingeal. Seeing the pain in her eyes when we entered here. We were the same. This Duke Gallchobhar hurt her family. Drove her from her home. He would pay just like that bastard Meinard did.

In an hour, the pixie returned, buzzing out of the forest, a streak of falling gold dust, like a shower of stars rushing right at me. She slammed into me. I gasped, her body pushing me back. She straddled me, rubbing her pussy on my dick.

“I have it,” she moaned, sliding that hot cunt up and down my shaft, her small breasts jiggling. “I have it!”

“What?” I gasped, her pussy’s entrance nuzzling at the hard tip of my cock.

“Cum first!” she moaned and then she pressed her pussy down my dick.

I groaned as that amazing snatch engulfed my cock. She quivered on me, her small breasts jiggling. Her eyes widened. Her dragonfly-like wings buzzed into translucent blurs as she shifted her hips. Her small breasts quivered as she worked her slender thighs up and down me.

She looked so small to be impaled on my dick, shaped like a woman, but only half Kora’s height. My dick had to reach so deep into her. I could see it bulging up through her stomach. But she loved it. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick, making me groan and gasp on the ground.

“Enjoy her, brother mine,” whimpered Kora, squirming nearby while Nathalie devoured her pussy.

“Uh-huh, my husband!” groaned Aingeal. She straddled Zanyia’s mouth, the faerie grinding her not snatch on the lamia’s lips.

“I am!” I panted, gripping the pixie’s hips as she worked that amazing cunt up and down my dick.

“You have so much cum!” moaned the pixie. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her cunt rippled more, sucking harder. My nuts tightened. I couldn’t last long in this embrace. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, my balls tensing, prepared to flood her body with my jizz. Her small tits bounced over me, jiggling with their firmness.

I moved my hands, cupping them. I pinched her tiny nipples, smaller than my own. She squealed, her snatch squeezing so hard on my dick. Her back arched, her wings humming louder and louder. She slammed that tight cunt down my cock, squeezing it so hard.

The suction increased.

“Gods damn, that’s good!” I groaned.

“Cum in me,” she begged. “Please, please, cum in me! I need it! I want it spurting in me! Oh, yes, just have it flood me!”

“I will, slut!” I snarled, squirming on the ground. “Fuck, this cunt is amazing. Just a little more.”

“Yay!” she gasped.

And came.

“Pater’s massive cock!” I howled at the shock of her pussy spasming about me.

It spasmed and convulsed so fast, a vice that rippled about my dick. The silky pleasure caressed my entire cock. The pressure shot down to my balls. My cum boiled in an instant. My hips thrust upward, bouncing her on my shaft.

I came in her.

Rapture shot to my mind as my jizz boiled into her. I gasped and grunted, stars bursting across my vision. She squealed her rapture as she milked my cock with her tight twat. Her shifted her hips, stirring it around, her cunt drinking in every blast of cum I fired.

“So much yummy jizz!” she panted, rubbing her bulging stomach. “Ooh, yes, that’s wonderful.”

“Now tell us,” I groaned while behind me, Aingeal and Kora were moaning in orgasmic pleasure.

“The lodestone is held at Réimse Seamair,” she said. “A pack of feyhounds patrol it and three treemen guard the humans in the stocks.”

I shuddered in delight, my orgasm burning through my body. We had the source of Prince Meinard’s indestructible army. Once we freed all those people, those thousands of statue soldiers of his would be useless. The first step in destroying him.

“A pack of feyhounds?” groaned Aingeal. “That’s a big problem.”

To be continued…

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Sarah becomes more than a waitress at her Aunt’s card game

This is part six of an ongoing series. I just starting posting to this site, but if you search the internet you will find parts one-five. Sarah has become such a slut over the last few years…

The rest of the afternoon was relatively uneventful, Sarah slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and lent Aunt Judy a hand around the house. The conversation edged back into what a slut Sarah had become, and Judy became awestruck by how much being a slut didn’t bother Sarah, and how free it must feel to not care that much about what others think. All the while, Judy was trying to figure out exactly how the night might play out…

When Judy’s friends started showing up everyone was doing the typical small talk, and Sarah went into her cousin’s bedroom to change, as she stripped of her day clothes, she admired herself in the bathroom mirror, and began to imagine what the night had in store for her. The forbidden nature of spending what will probably become a very sexually charged evening with a handful of older women excited her. Her nipples became rock hard and her pussy was quickly moistening. She quickly snapped out of her daydream and put on her shirt, leaving the two top buttons undone, and slipped on the short jean skirt, which zipped up on the side. One last glance at the mirror, “god I look hot she thought to herself”, and she was out the door.

She was the perfect hostess, getting everyone drinks, and making sure that they always had full glasses. All the women were appreciative and included her in their small talk. They all migrated into the kitchen, and pulled up their chairs to start playing cards. There were only four chairs at the table, and one of the women looked at Judy and said, let’s get Sarah a chair so she can join us. Aunt Judy broke in and said, “Sarah’s going to be our waitress tonight, as she has a debt of sorts to settle.” They all looked at each other a little confused, but Ginny said, “Cool, just like at the casino, Sarah, get me another drink.” They all laughed, and settled in to play.

Up to this point, nobody took noticed that she was sans underwear, but the all noticed her youth and damn near perfect body. As the game wore on, they were all getting pretty looped, and Ginny mentioned how great it would be to have a little slave running around at her house drinks and shit. Judy looked at her and said, well maybe that can be arranged. The seductive manner in which Judy said it, made Ginny’s nipples stiffen, and started her mind on an erotic daydream. Coming back to reality only when Mary nudged her and said, “Anti up bitch.”

The game continued… At one point, Judy dropped a small plate of chips on the floor right between her and Ginny, and asked Sarah to come over and clean up the mess. As Sarah was working between the women, Judy reached over with one hand and unbuttoned the next button on her shirt, creating a wide open view of her young pert tits. As Sarah was getting up Mary was treated to an unobstructed view of her tits, as her eyes widened and her nipples stiffened, she got distracted from the game and drifted off into her own daydream. In addition to the now mostly unbuttoned shirt, the bending over to pick up the chips caused the jean skirt to ride up an inch or two over Sarah hips, leaving the hemline just below her ass cheeks. During the next 5 or 10 minutes every woman at the table was taking notice of Sarah’s breasts swaying back and forth in and out of view under her shirt, and at the same time the waistband of her skirt had ridden further above her hips and settled in around her narrower waist, leaving almost nothing to the imagination below her waist. At this point every woman at the table took notice becoming even more distracted from the game. The women were more interested in ordering drinks and having Sarah wait on them than they were the game, even though the pot was worth over $200.

As Sarah was delivering yet another vodka tonic to noticeably inebriated Ginny, she leaned over between Ginny and Mary to place the glass on the table giving Ginny a full, up close view of her tits and Mary an eyeful of her naked ass. Ginny’s face was a mere foot away from Sarah exposed tits and Mary was a mere foot away from Sarah’s exposed ass. Both were getting an erotic whiff of Sarah’s womanhood, which drove Mary to nudge Sarah right between her ass cheeks causing her to loose her balance, spilling the drink on the table and planting her tits in Ginny’s face. Mary burst out laughing, and Ginny wound up getting a handful of Sarah’s tits as they were pressed into her face, holding her up until she was able to stand up on her own. In the confusion, one of Sarah’s tits had popped out of her shirt and her shaved pussy was now in full view. She bowed her head, apologized to Ginny, and looked around for a towel to clean up the spilled drink.

Aunt Judy took control of the situation almost immediately and told Sarah to go to the kitchen, get a towel and come back in to clean up the mess she had made, and make sure to bring Ginny another drink. Sarah was a little pissed because she knew that Mary had pushed her, and it wasn’t her fault, as she went to the kitchen to retrieve a towel and make another vodka tonic she tucked her tit back into the shirt. The ladies continued playing the hand as Sarah dried off the table, and then knelt down between Mary and Ginny to clean up the floor. As Sarah knelt, Mary positioned her leg between Sarah legs and pressed her shin into Sarah’s crotch. To get out from under the table, Sarah had to back out pressing Mary shin onto her pussy lips. After Sarah struggled to get out, extricating herself from that position, Mary looked down at her shin and noticed the thin film of pussy juice Sarah left behind on her leg. From this point things started to get out of hand. Four drunk cougars and one subservient slut, what a combination.

Sarah was secretly enjoying the humiliation, and her erect nipples and now sopping wet pussy was a dead give away. No longer just a scent of womanhood, the musky scent of Sarah’s pussy followed her around the table from woman to woman. Aunt Judy was ready for some more fun… As Sarah was delivering Judy’s third scotch, Judy reached out a grabbed Sarah’s hand, looked up at her and said. “You know Sarah, I think all the woman would enjoy it if you unbuttoned your shirt a little more.” “But Aunt Judy, if I did that, I might as well not have any top on at all.” “OK, suit yourself, why don’t you take it off then. We’ve all been to topless bars, it would suit the evening quite well, don’t you think ladies.” They all nodded in agreement, and Sarah, bowed her head as she unbuttoned and took off her shirt exposing her young breasts and rock hard nipples. “Sarah”, Judy said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying this.” Sarah shook her head no, but Mary spoke right up and told the group about the wet spot on her leg.

Ginny, now very drunk, and obviously a bit horny, said, “Well there’s one way to tell for sure. Sarah, show us if your wet on not.” If you’re not wet you get to stop being our waitress, but if you are wet, you must take off your skirt and serve our every whim. Sarah hesitantly reached under the hemline of her skirt, cupped her pussy, and slowly pulled her hand out from under her skirt, and showed the women at the table her very wet fingers and hand. The table exploded with cheers, and they chanted, “take it off, take it off.” Sarah again hung her head in shame and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Sarah was very naked, very horny, and surrounded by 4 drunk cougars with very dirty minds.

Aunt Judy offered to add an additional incentive to the winner of the hand, by offering Sarah’s exclusive services for the rest if the evening to the eventual winner of the pot. Gail, who had been quite for most of the bizarre happening at the table, clarified, “So the winner gets Sarah’s exclusive service, meaning that she would get me drinks and shit, but nothing for anybody else unless I said so?” Judy confirmed, “Yes absolutely, right Sarah?” All Sarah could do is nod in agreement.

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Jenny takes her lesbian girlfriend on one wild date!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Nineteen: Futa Dates the Lesbian

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I was so excited for my date with Wendy. Allie helped me choose my clothes. My sister-girlfriend was having fun choosing the perfect outfit for me to wear on my date with my “official” girlfriend. That amused my younger sister to no end.

“This is perfect,” Allie had declared when she saw me wearing a pair of knee-high socks (Allie insisted on them), her favorite pair of panties I owned, a black skirt with pleats that fell around my thighs, and a maroon blouse that had a round neckline. I had diamond studs in my ears and a golden necklace about my neck. “You’re going to be so sexy for her! Fuck her hard and then tell me all the deets! Tomorrow!”

“You know I will,” I’d said and kissed her.

Friday at my college had dragged. I had been so excited about the date, I’d hardly had any fun at all. Then I’d rushed home, did my homework, and spent far, far too long making sure my makeup was perfect and my fiery hair looked delicious. I was so nervous.

“You look lovely,” Mom said as she pulled up to Wendy’s house. “She’s going to be bowled over by you.”

I blushed and said, “Thanks, Mommy-slave. I want you to be good tonight. I told Allie she can do whatever she wants to you.”

Mom gave a happy sigh. “I’ll treat her like she’s you, Mistress.”

I leaned over and gave my sexy, submissive mother a full kiss on the lips. My pussy clenched. This wild rush shot through me. I savored this moment, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties. Then I broke it and stepped out of the car.

I fought down my nerves as I marched up to the front door. This was it. I would do it tonight. I would show my girlfriend that she was a lesbian and help her accept who she was. I had embraced being a futa, and it had been awesome.

I rang the doorbell.

The chimes resounded through the house. That classic pattern of rising and falling DINGs and DONGs. Then came the rush of feet. The door ripped open and there stood Wendy, her hair pulled back in her French braid, leaving her cute face fully exposed. She had on a light amount of makeup, softening some of her features, giving her an even more delicious and innocent look, especially to her blue eyes. Her lips were pink and glossy, her cheeks possessing just a hit of pink rouge. And her dress…

It was white, which just felt so right for her, with a pink sash around the waist and frilly lace at the hem. It was conservative, of course, high neckline and skirt past her knees, but the sleeves were short and puffy.

“Oh, my god, Wendy!” I said. “You’re beautiful.”

My heart beat faster as I cupped her face and kissed her before she could say a word, her natural blush bleeding through her rouge. I planted my lips right on hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled it around, teasing her. I fluttered around and then caressed over her mouth, loving the feel of her waxy lipstick.

It had a buttery, almost sweet flavor that was such a delight to kiss.

I broke the kiss and she panted and swayed. She grinned from ear to ear, though. And that was so cute. I hooked my arm with her and as she still hadn’t said a word. She seemed speechless after the kiss. Then she burst into happy giggles.

I escorted her to my mother’s waiting car. I couldn’t wait until I was regretting not getting my driver’s license at sixteen. But, having my Mommy-slave drive us sent a wicked thrill through me until I remembered that Wendy didn’t know about the incest.

I wasn’t sure she could ever know.

I held open the door for her and purred, “Mademoiselle.”

“Jenny,” she sighed in this pleased, gushy voice before she slid into the back of the car. “This is going to be amazing.”

I followed in after her, my skirt rustling. My hand took hers as Mom drove us in silence like she was a real driver. Wendy never looked so happy before. I was glad to do that for her. I just hoped I wouldn’t hurt her when she realized I didn’t love her as much. That I had someone else. I wanted to ease her into another relationship. Someone she could be happy with.

The perfect girl.

But first, to open her eyes to the truth about her sexuality.

Our first stop was dinner. It was a quaint, little Italian restaurant a few blocks from the movie theater. It had this Old World charm and, at times, was darkly romantic. Especially with our table in the back. We both were giggly and bubbly.

It was my first real date, I realized. I should have taken Allie on one. I had to do that now. Maybe we could go a town away or something, where no one could know us, and pretend to be dating and not sisters. That would be so much fun.

“Oh, Jenny,” Wendy gushed as she looked around. “This is too much.”

“Nonsense,” I said. My mom had gotten a raise. Ivana Petrov was more than happy to make my mom happy because that made me happy. “Enjoy yourself. You can get whatever you want.”

She stared at the dishes. “So much food. Maybe… we should split a plate?”

“Lady and the Tramp it?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

She giggled. “Just so long as you know I’m not nudging a meatball across the plate to you with my nose.”

“Deal,” I said. “Okay, what should we get?”

We ended up sharing a plate of angel-hair pasta with a rich meat sauce on it and Parmesan cheese. There were delicious breadsticks and a wonderful salad. We ate. We chatted. We both leaned over the table to kiss from time to time. Our feet played with the other beneath the table.

It was a lot of fun. As we wrapped it up, this pang of sadness knifed my heart. If I didn’t have Allie, I could be happy with Wendy. Fall in love with her. She was such a wonderful and caring girl. I would have to make sure she found the best girlfriend ever.

I would make it my mission to see her happy no matter what.

We didn’t have dessert since the pasta was filling. So I paid and we left arm in arm. The waitress smiled at us and said. “You two are so cute together. Why are lesbians so adorable?”

Wendy stiffened but then she just said, “Thanks.”

After we were out of earshot, I whispered, “I’m surprised you didn’t correct her that I was a futa.”

“I guess… it’s because I know you’re a futa, so that’s all that matters to me.” She tightened her arm around me. “Besides, I know that look women get in their eyes when they realize you’re a futa. I read there’s a study that says you futas just short-circuit women’s brains. You’re so novel, so different, that it bypasses our self-control and makes us super-horny.”

“Well, no wonder I’ve had so much fun,” I said. “Like me, you, and Victoria in the bathroom at school.”

“That was fun,” Wendy said.

“Yeah, you had a lot of fun eating out Victoria’s pussy.”

“Licking your cum out of her,” she said as if she didn’t do that and then kept going, just feasting on Victoria. “So, uh, what movie are we seeing?”

“This new one. Autumn Leaves Fall. It’s a romance.”

“Oh, never heard of it,” she said.

It was an indie romance. A lesbian one.

Despite it being Friday, no one was really in this theater. We had our section all to ourselves. The bombastic music from the new comic book movie bled through the wall, which was annoying, but also why we had our privacy. Soon the movie started playing, and Wendy realized just what sort of romance it was.

But that didn’t stop her from kissing me when the heroines were making out, sharing their forbidden love behind their husbands’ back while the autumn leaves fell around them in their own private sanctum.

Wendy slipped into my seat as she kissed me. It was one of those big seats that reclined back, and we were skinny girls. Well, under America’s average BMI. It was tight, but we squirmed together and shared kisses.

The move progressed, and then a sex scene started. Wendy gasped at the kissing on screen. The breast play. The actresses had great tits. They were really getting into sucking on each other’s nipples. My friend squirmed, no doubt shocked that this level of sex was shone. It was R-rated, which didn’t matter since were both nineteen, but it was my first time going to such an “adult” movie.

I know, I was a little sheltered going forward.

My dick grew harder and harder in my panties. Then Wendy rolled on her side, her rump rubbing into my hip. She squirmed there, panting as she watched the lovers explore each other. The blonde started going down on her lover. It didn’t show any pussy licking, sadly, but her head was between her lover’s thighs.

I turned onto my side, rubbing my hard cock into Wendy’s rump. The light of the movie played over us as I hiked up her skirt. I worked up mine, too. Wendy whimpered and moaned, making such breathy sounds as I slid her skirt over her waist.

And realized she wasn’t wearing panties. I caressed her naked hip sliding up and down, just making sure. I hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Missing something.”

“You make me too wet,” she whispered. “I didn’t want sodden panties.”

“Mmm, you’re about to get real wet,” I cooed and reached between us to my racy, red pair of panties. They were almost a thong but covered the upper part of my butt-cheeks. I hooked the fabric to the side.

My futa-cock popped out and smacked into her warm rump.

She let out a groan of delight. I shifted my hips as we squirmed in the chair. The blonde actress was making her brunette lover moan out loudly, shuddering in obvious climatic delight. Crying out about how much better this was than being with her husband.

A fallen leaf landed on her left tit.

I rammed my futa-dick into Wendy’s pussy. I slid to the hilt in her. I groaned as she engulfed me. That wonderful, juicy, delicious pussy swallowed my dick. She felt so amazing around me. I trembled in her twat’s embrace. I kissed and nibbled at her shoulder while her pussy clenched down around me. She stirred her hips from side to side, teasing me. The pleasure surged through my body.

I pumped away at her with short jabs of my cock. I reveled in working my girl-dick in and out of her cunt. The chair creaked and groaned around us as we squirmed. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her mouth, muffling her own moans.

Her wet passion soaked my palm, her lips working against it.

“What about me?” I groaned. “I want to cry out, too.”

Wendy just clenched her pussy around my futa-dick. She whimpered, her cunt clenching around me as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. Only a few inches of movement, but enough to stimulate the tip of my shaft.

My cunt drank in the heat flowing down my cock. That heady delight rippled through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, her snatch squeezing down on my dick on every pull back. She massaged me while the women reached the culmination of their lovemaking.

We kept going as they broke apart and headed back to their husbands. I drove my cock into Wendy’s pussy, thinking about Allie. She was my secret lover. I wanted to tell Wendy. To share her with Allie and help Wendy to be happy.

I nuzzled into her ear and hissed, “You’re making my futa-cock feel incredible. You’re driving me wild, do you know that?”

She squeezed her pussy around my futa-dick and moaned into my hand.

“You’re so naughty. Oh, Wendy, I want to feel you cum on my clit-dick. Then I want to fill you with my jizz.”

She shuddered. The movie was wrapping up. We had to, too. I pumped with hard strokes. She squirmed against me. Her pussy’s silky grip sent heady pleasure rushing down to my pussy. I moaned into her ear. I nibbled on it.

Licked it.

She squeezed about me. Then she trembled in my embrace. The pleasure rippled through my body. This ecstasy swept through me. It was amazing to feel her cum around my clit-dick. She squealed into my hand, her tongue rubbing across my palm.

I gasped and then clenched teeth as I buried into her juicy snatch. Stars burst across my vision.

My futa-cum fired into her twat.

I trembled in the reclining seat with her, the vinyl groaning beneath us as we shared our pleasure. My jizz pumped into her. Spurt after spurt of cum that splashed against her cervix. It burned through my mind. Left me dizzy. Dazed.

I groaned, nuzzling into her ear. I held her tight as my orgasm died down from that wonderful plateau of pleasure. Her pussy gripped my cock, milking out every drop of cum in me while I panted in delight.

The movie came to an end. The women never went back to that secret place. They surrendered to their society and were miserable in their lives. It was sort of depressing. The movie ended with a last shot of a leaf falling from a bare tree. It drifted down, swirling, and then landed between them. They were staring at each other, older now.

Were they going to kiss? Embrace. I tensed.

The movie ended there.

I groaned in disappointment while Wendy said, “They found each other in the end.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep. Just had to wait for the last of their facade to fall away. For them to be bare and exposed, not hiding behind anything. Not even a single leaf.”

“Huh?” I said. “That’s deep. I didn’t notice that at all.”

“You were too busy fucking me and…” The credits played. The lights came on. “Oh, no, we’ll get caught.”

We shifted and my cock popped out. We battled to straighten our clothes as the few other patrons passed us without comment. We then climbed out of the chair, both of us flushed and smiling. She took my hand and we rushed out. I buzzed from enjoying her in the theater while the movie played in my mind.

“It really resonated in you, huh?” I asked.

“I guess,” she said, shrugging. “It was nice. Never seen a movie like that. I’m glad you took me.”

I smiled. “Fun’s not over.”

I texted my mom and she was already waiting. She wore just a sweater and sweatpants instead of her work clothes. It was obvious she had just thrown them on, her hair a blonde, tousled mess. Allie had been having her fun.

Good.

“How was the movie,” my Mommy-slut asked.

“Oh, it was amorous,” I said, giving Wendy a big grin.

A look of panic flitted across her face. She clearly didn’t want my mom to know we’d had fun. She squirmed in the seat and said, “It was a romance.”

“A lesbian romance,” I added. “Wendy loved it.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Mom said as she pulled away.

Wendy blinked at that. Our families went to the same church, and our preacher, Reverend Helen August, was a bit of a homophobe. My friend had to think my mother held the same sort of beliefs. Now she was realizing maybe my mom didn’t.

“So, what are you two going to do with your slumber party?” Mom asked.

Wendy squirmed more.

“Make love,” I said casually.

“Just make sure you clean up,” my Mommy-slut said. “You don’t want to leave a mess for Wendy’s mother to discover and get her in trouble.”

Wendy’s jaw dropped. She stared at me. I

winked and took her hand. I kissed it. Then I leaned over and kissed her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and savored the sweetness of her lips. She whimpered against me, her tongue dancing and playing with mine while Mom drove us to her house.

We got there far, far too soon. A breathless Wendy said bye to my mother and we piled out and rushed up to her front door. She held my hand tight while my excitement mounted. I couldn’t wait to put in what Pita had given me after our “study session” at her place yesterday.

Inside, Wendy had this wild look in her eyes. “I just want to lick you all over,” she moaned. “Can you wait in the living room? I want to change I have something to show you.”

I winked at her.

She scampered upstairs. I didn’t hesitate to rip off my blouse and skirt. I was down to just my panties in a flash. I let them cradle my hardon and absorb the juices flowing out of my pussy. I was so wet and excited. I knew how to use her TV and I quickly got the movie loaded and paused it on a black screen just about to dissolve into the start of the action.

Then I sat down and waited.

A few minutes later, Wendy descended the stairs. I heard her move through the house and then stepped into the room wearing a white, babydoll nightie with a fuzzy hem. It had thin straps that held it up, the white cloth cupping her breasts while translucent cloth fell down over her stomach and waist. Through it, I could see a dainty pair of white panties.

“Oh, you look gorgeous,” I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing. I patted the couch. “Come snuggle up beside me. I have a movie to show you.”

“Ooh, you do?” she asked, both surprised and intrigued. “Are we going to start making out watching it?”

“Just like a pair of horny girls are supposed to.”

She settled down beside me and I slipped my arm around her. She cuddled up beside me and draped her thighs over mine. Her left breast, clad in her nightie, brushed my naked boob. I raised the remote, clicked play, and dropped it.

“So what move is…” Passionate moans burst from the sound system.

“Oh, wow,” I said. “Just starting right with the action.

Both women were already topless and kissing each other on a rug before a fire. There was no story, no setup, just the pair kissing each other. Groping each other. They were both young, barely legal like us, and nubile. They had firm tits and slender bodies. One had a thong. The other a pair of lacy panties. Their tongues danced as they moaned.

Then the camera pulled out to show a room full of women having sex. They all appeared eighteen or nineteen, some with larger breasts, others with boobs smaller than Wendy’s. Allie-sized titties. They sucked on hard nipples. Some were pulling off bras or nighties. Others pulled down panties. One girl threw back her head as a brunette went down on her, eating her pussy with hunger.

The camera showed a close up of that, a pink tongue lapping up and down a pussy with a pierced clit. Just like my older sister Tara. The other girl had a tongue stud. The metal clinked together, both of them moaning. Gasping.

Then the camera cut to a blonde with big boobs having both her fat, pink nipples sucked on by a pair of brunettes. They also fingered her while she had her digits sliding into their butt-cracks to find their assholes.

“This is… porn,” gasped Wendy. “Lesbian porn!”

“I borrowed this from Pita,” I said. “I didn’t ‘know it was like this.” My dick was on fire watching the licking and lapping.

Wendy watched it, her tongue flicking across her lips. Did she know she did that? Wendy squirmed on the couch, her nipples poking at her nightie. Her little titties rose and fell. Her toes curled and flexed. Her blue eyes were locked on the screen.

The flickering of action danced across her glossy eyes. She hardly seemed to be breathing. Then she was panting. She whimpered, watching the lesbian orgy. Toys appeared. Strap-ons. Double-headed dildos. A double-pronged one that fucked both a girl’s asshole and pussy. I didn’t know these things existed.

The moans and pants echoed through the living room. The girls were all crying out their pleasure. One girl squirted juices. They gushed out of her pussy a whole two feet then splashed on the blankets she lay on, leaving a huge wet spot. She kept thrashing as the other girl frigged her clit and cheered her on. More juices squirted out of her.

“This excites you, huh?” I asked, my hand sliding up Wendy’s slender thigh to the fuzzy hem of her nightie.

Wendy nodded, enraptured by the screen and all the sinful delights playing across it.

“Just all those women loving each other. Not a cock to be seen. And that makes you so wet, doesn’t it?”

“So wet,” she groaned. My hand went beneath her nightie.

“Makes you want to lick pussy, doesn’t it? Suck on some nipples.”

She gave a vigorous nod. Her breathing quickened. She licked her lips. For a moment, they pursed together like she was imagining sucking on a nipple.

“Look at her, she’s just sucking on that clit. I bet you want to suck on a clit.”

“I do, Jenny,” Wendy groaned.

“So you’re a lesbian, right?” I whispered.

She gasped and finally wrenched her gaze from the TV. She stared at me, shock in her eyes. “N-no.”

“But you just said you want to suck on a clit. Not a clit-dick, but a clit. That’s all woman. You want to lick pussy. To suck on nipples. They make you wet, don’t they? Women? They always have, haven’t they?”

Her lower lip trembled.

“My cock is just a safe excuse, right? A way for you to pretend you’re straight while you’re really indulging in what you always want. What you’re ashamed of admitting.”

“Jenny,” she said. Tears filled her eyes. “I-I-I… I’m such a t-terrible Christian. I-I-I want g-girls. W-women. Like th-them. I want to… to… eat pussy! I want to devour it. I think about it all the time. I’m so a-awful.”

I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me, my futa-dick throbbing through my panties to rub into hers. She stared at me, her blue eyes liquid, tears spilling down them. The lesbian porn stars moaned in the background as I cupped her face and brushed away her liquid emotions running down her cheeks.

“You’re amazing, Wendy,” I told her. “You’re wonderful. I love that you’re a lesbian. I think it’s beautiful that you’re admitting who you are.”

“B-but my p-parent’s will kill me,” she sobbed, trembling on my lap.

“Then they’re not good Christians if they can’t love you. Love the sinner, right? Not the sin.”

She nodded.

“Isn’t it better to admit it? Not to bottle it up. To say it.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “Say it, Wendy. What you are.”

“…esbia…” she whispered.

“Louder,” I said. “Be proud. Shout it out.”

“…lesbian…”

“Come on. Where’s that passion you showed me when you were licking Victoria’s pussy to a climax. When you were loving her cunt and reveling in what you truly craved.”

Wendy closed her blue eyes. She drew in a deep breath. “I am a LESBIAN!”

My ears rang from that final outburst. I grinned at her and then kissed her. She melted into my lips. Her tongue danced around mine. She ground on me, rubbing her hot pussy into my throbbing cock. I slid my hands from her face and down the back of her babydoll nightie. I grabbed her rump through the translucent cloth. Didn’t feel panties.

She wore a thong.

That was so awesome.

She kissed me with such wanton and free hunger. I shuddered, kissing my friend with such hunger. Our lips worked together. Her tits rubbed into mine. She felt so wonderful against me. Such a delicious and beautiful creature.

I would make love to her. I would give her such rapture, and then I would let her go. Send her out to find a girl to make her happy. One who didn’t have a clit that turned into a dick. I knew she would find the perfect person for her.

Just like I’d found Allie.

My fingers dug into her rump as we kissed. Her tears added a salty flavor to the buttery-sweet taste of her lipstick. I shuddered and then I rolled her over. The lesbians moaned in the background while her thighs squeezed about my waist, holding me in her embrace.

I broke the kiss with her and cooed, “Just watch the movie while I eat that yummy pussy of yours out.”

“Jenny,” she breathed, staring at me. “I… I’m sorry if it seemed like I was just using you because of your—”

I silenced her with a finger to her lips. “It’s okay. I figured it out pretty quick. I want you to be happy, Wendy. You’re my friend. No matter what. Right?”

Wendy kissed my digit. “No matter what.”

I smiled and to the floor, sliding out of the embrace of her thighs. I knelt before her, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties. I pushed her knees far apart while the fuzzy hem of her nightie rode up to expose the white thong she wore. I could see it now vanishing into her butt-cheeks, the fabric damp over her pussy, her blonde curls peeking a bit out the side.

She’d shaved herself. Trimmed the edges to wear this. I quivered in delight while she stared at the screen, watching the lesbian orgy unfolding behind her. I reached beneath her hips and snagged her waistband. I pulled the thong off her hips. It slid out from the crack of her ass and away from her blonde-furred muff.

Her spicy musk filled my nose. I breathed it in and quivered in delight. My entire body shook with the rapture of that aroma. It was the best scent in the world. I nuzzled down into her bush, rubbing my lips into her wet curls, her pussy lips waiting to be teased.

“Oh, yes, yes, eat her out!” Wendy moaned. “Just get that tongue in there.”

I smiled and thought that was a great idea.

I pressed my lips right against her spicy pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her depths. She gasped. Her thighs swung shut around my head, holding me in place. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds. I caressed her and teased the insides of her sheath, soaking in her yummy cream.

Her juices ran down my chin. Her wet curls caressed my cheeks. The couch groaned as she squirmed. She held me tight. She clutched me with such intensity while the porn stars moans blared from the TV, the shifting action dancing lights across her face.

“Oh, that’s so naughty. Work that toy into her butthole! She’s going to cum so hard.”

I bet.

“And you… Oh, my god, four fingers! You’re not. You’re fisting her! That’s possible?”

“Pussies are elastic,” I groaned, my futa-cock throbbing and aching.

Wendy humped against me as she watched the wicked action on the screen. My panties grew so sticky, the wetness spreading from my crotch. The fabric clung to my futa-dick. My shaft throbbed and ached to be in the yummy, spicy pussy I watched.

My friend squeezed her tits through her nightie. She pinched her nipples, watching the screen in awe. The pants and moans mixed with her own whimpers and groans. I fluttered my tongue up and down her pussy folds, giving her such a treat.

She pinched her nipples through her nightie. My own ached in sympathy. She bit her lip, her blue eyes glossy and gleaming with reflected lust. My tongue plundered her pussy while my hands stroked her thighs.

I caressed her silky skin with my fingers as I feasted on her. More and more of her spicy cream spilled over my chin. I fluttered my tongue up to her clit. I swirled around it. She gasped, twisting her nipples hard through the cloth.

“Yes, yes, pound her pussy with that strap-on!” she gasped. “She’s loving it. And you… You ride that mouth, slut! You’re going to drown her!”

“Drown me!” I moaned into her cunt.

“I will, Jenny and…” She shuddered. “Yes, yes! That’s it. Look up all those yummy juices. I bet that’s just the best. You’re enjoying them all, aren’t you? Oh, look at you go. That’s so hot. That’s so wonderful.”

Her joy had me fluttering my tongue against her clit as fast as I could. My fingers reached around her thighs. I slid up at her pussy from below. I rubbed at her hot folds while I caressed and teased her pink bud, driving her wild.

My fingers found her pussy hole. I stroked it, ready to just thrust them into her depths and make her explode. That would be so hot to do. I dipped two of my digits into her juicy sheath. Her cunt gripped them.

My dick throbbed in envy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wendy moaned, her digits twisting those nipples hard through her nightie. “Ooh, look at them go. Just fingering that pussy and sucking on the clit. She’s going to drown the redhead in pussy cream.”

“Yum,” I said and sucked on Wendy’s clit, my digits reaming her pussy. My red hair swayed about her thighs.

“Yes, yes, she’s going to cum!” Wendy twerked her nipples and then pulled on them. “She’s going to cum so hard. Oh, gosh, yes!”

Wendy’s pussy convulsed around my digits. Hot juices gushed out around them. I ripped my fingers out of her snatch so I could bathe in her cream. My friend cried out in rapture while her spicy pussy bathed my mouth in her passion.

I licked and lapped up the flood of juices gushing out of her. My tongue dug furrows through her pussy lips. I devoured her with such hunger. She trembled on the couch. She gasped out in delight. Her body trembled through her rapture.

I savored it. Her eyes fluttered. They stared down at me with such glossy rapture in them. Her smile grew and grew as they focused on me. Then she squirmed and fanned her face. She rolled her shoulders and then whimpered, “Jenny.”

I grinned up at her. “Good one.”

She nodded in this wonderfully cute way.

“Let’s go up to your room,” I said, holding out my hand. “I want to make love to you in a bed.”

“Yes,” she said and stood up, taking my hand.

She held it tight and led me through her living room, her nightie’s fuzzy hem swaying about her upper thighs. Her cute rump bled through especially as she headed up the stairs. The way it danced, flashing her naked ass at me, had my dick throbbing.

We reached her room and she pushed me towards the bed. I sank down on it and watched as she pulled off her nightie. She peeled it up her form and pulled it off in a flourish. Her small breast quivered. I stared at her in hunger, squeezing my round tits. I drank in how sexy she was.

She grabbed her braid and undid the ties that held it together. Then she unwound it. It was so sexy watching her blonde hair grow looser and lower. She shook it and a fall of golden tresses spilled over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She had such long hair. It fell to her ass.

Then she crawled onto the bed, her blue eyes sparkling. She grabbed my panties and tugged on them as she latched her mouth onto my nipple and sucked. I gasped as my futa-dick popped out of my red cheekies. She worked the lacy cloth off my legs as she sucked and nibbled on my nub. My pussy clenched, drinking in the heat. I thrust my legs up in the air, letting her pull off my panties.

She popped her mouth off my nipple and pressed her face into my crotch. She inhaled deeply and groaned. “You smell so good, Jenny.” Another deep inhalation then she threw them to the side. “So amazing.”

She slid between my thighs and buried her face right into my pussy. I gasped as she stroked my cock while her tongue licked at my folds. She fluttered up and down, teasing me. Her blue eyes stared at me past my cock. Her hand fisted up and down it, massaging my tip while her tongue thrust into my depths.

She danced her tongue around in my cunt. She fluttered in up and down. She teased me. I shuddered, my body squirming. The pleasure rippled out through me. I gripped her thighs, holding tight to her head while she made me feel amazing.

Every flutter of her tongue and stroke of her hand on my cock sent delight spilling through me. Her tongue thrust deep as she could reach into my pussy. Her lips worked on my labia. Stimulation flared through me. It was incredible.

“Wendy!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling. “Oh, wow, Wendy!”

I kept staring down at her blue eyes. They almost twinkled in the light spilling in from the hallway. Her bed creaked beneath me as she feasted on me. My toes curled. My futa-dick throbbed in her wonderful grip.

She stroked up to the tip and then she just rubbed her thumb into my spongy crown. She smeared the precum across the pink tip. I gasped. My breasts jiggled as the pleasure raced through me. It felt delicious to enjoy.

“Oh, that’s good,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that feels real good.”

“Mmm, that’s what I want to hear,” she cooed. She thrust her tongue into my cunt and fluttered up and down again. “Because I’m going to enjoy your cock.”

“What are you waiting on?” I asked.

She lifted her head, her lips dripping with my juices. “I am a lesbian. I had to lick your pussy first. Enjoy those juices.”

I giggled.

“But…” She stared at my cock. “Ooh, this dick makes me so wet.” She licked the tip, gathering up my precum while I shuddered on her bed.

Then she crawled over me, still holding my cock. Her loose, blonde hair fell about her face. Her blue eyes sparkled. She straddled me and pressed the tip of my futa-dick right into her pussy. She wiggled her hips back and forth.

Then she pressed down on my dick. I gasped as the pleasure soared through me. Her pussy lips spread and spread to engulf my futa-cock. Her little titties quivered. Her face twisted in rapture. Then she sank further and further down my shaft. She swallowed more and more of my length. Her amazing twat bottomed out on me.

I gasped as her pussy clenched around me. She wiggled her hips and stirred them from side to side. Her hair danced. She grabbed my breasts as she stared down at me. Then she slowly slid her pussy up my girl-cock.

“Wendy!” I groaned, my hands caressing her sides, sliding over her silky skin.

“Mmm, Jenny!” she whimpered, her pussy squeezing tight about my cock. She wiggled her hips from side to side. “You feel incredible. So big and thick.”

“Enjoy!”

Her fingers dug into my breasts. “I am.”

It was exquisite. She rode my dick slow. It wasn’t that wild rush of fucking. No, no, she was savoring my cock. Taking her time with it. It was incredible to feel her rising up inch after inch of my cock, massaging my flesh. Giving me such a thrill. The friction engulfed my cock with silky delight.

Then she slid back down it. She swallowed my dick with such teasing slowness. I gasped and groaned, my fingers tightening into her side as more and more of her hot cunt spread over my dick. She bottomed out on me, moaning, shuddering.

Then she did it all over again.

Her digits kneaded my tits as that amazing pussy teased my cock. Her twat squeezed about my cock. She let me feel her passion. How much she enjoyed my dick. The pleasure was growing with every second. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her tight.

Her face twisted with delight. She moaned, “Jenny,” as she rose up my cock and, “Oh, yes,” on the downstroke.

“God, you’re so cute,” I cooed, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with sapphire delight.

“And you’re not?” she asked, leaning over me more.

Her blonde hair spilled over her face and draped over my tits. The silky tresses teased my nipples. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the embrace of her pussy. My toes curled. The pleasure built and built faster and faster. That amazing twat rode up and down my dick, the angle different.

She worked her thighs faster. She lifted that pussy faster and rocked back down my cock, swallowing that dick with her hunger. She leaned down lower and lower, bringing her lips closer and closer as her passions swelled.

Her cunt grew hot around my futa-cock. My pussy drank in the pleasure flowing down my dick. My hands slid around to stroke her back, sliding through the loose hair spilling down over her body I grabbed her rump.

“Jenny!” she moaned and kissed me.

I tasted my sweet musk on her lips while mine was still stained with her spicy delight. Her breasts pressed into mine. She rocked herself on my futa-shaft, her body moving on top of mine. Her pussy clenched about my cock, massaging me. The pressure swelled in my ovaries, fed by the heat brewing in my cunt.

My fingers found her rump and squeezed tight. I held her tight, my digits digging into her flesh. I savored how she danced her hips from side to side. She stirred around me, teasing me. The pleasure built. My fingers clawed at her ass. I held her tight as our tongues danced together. Her lips tasted so sweet.

It felt so amazing to hold her. To kiss her. Her pussy massaged my cock. When she rocked forward, her nipples sliding past mine, her twat sucked at my dick. At my ovaries brimming with my futa-cum. I whimpered, my digits massaging into her butt.

Then she slammed back down my cock. She engulfed me in her hot heaven only to do it all over again. I trembled beneath her. I couldn’t take much more of this. Our tongues danced together. Her nipples caressed mine.

I came.

My jizz fired into her pussy as she slid her cunt down my erupting futa-dick. I squealed into her kiss. She trembled atop me. Her twat clenched around my cock. She wriggled her hips from side to side while the dual delights of my orgasm surged through me.

She exploded on me.

Her pussy went wild about my dick, spasming just like my cunt did. She milked my erupting cock. I moaned into her kiss. She groaned back. Her body bucked atop mine. I savored the convulsions of her twat. She milked out all that jizz from me. She worked out every drop while the pleasure slammed into my mind.

And washed out of my pussy.

I loved it. Cumming as a futa, sharing this with her. I held her rump tight as we hit the peak of our pleasure. Then she groaned and rolled off of me. She panted as she lay beside me, her hair spilling over her pillow. I joined her, my entire body trembling through the pleasure we just enjoyed.

“Jenny,” whimpered Wendy. “Oh, that was wonderful. You’re amazing.”

“And so are you,” I said. I rolled over and nuzzled my face into her cute boobies. “And you’re going to be happy. I want you to be happy. I want you to find a proper girl and give dating a real lesbian a try. Not me. Not a substitute.”

“But…” she protested. She stared down at me. “What about me and you?”

“We’re always going to be friends.” I licked her nipple. “Sex friends. Best friends. Me, you, Pita, Victoria, and Briana are going to be friends forever. But you can’t just use me as a crutch. You need to enjoy someone who is all girl. And if your parents freak out, then you can come stay at my place. My family is very accepting of girl-on-girl fun.”

“Your mom was cool with his.” She squirmed. “My parents don’t even know about us. I was too scared to tell them I was dating a futanari.”

“I’m scared to admit something, too.” I bit my lip. “I’m in love with someone else. Someone I shouldn’t be, and I’m so frightened of telling you. I’m afraid you’ll judge me.”

“I won’t!” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Jenny, we’re friends, right? Lovers, even.”

“Yeah, we’re best sex friends.” I took a deep breath. “It’s my little sister. I’m in love with Allie. We took each other’s virginities.”

“Oh, my,” gasped Wendy. She stared at me in awe. “That’s… Really? You and your sister really have sex?”

“Yeah,” I said. I took a deep breath. “So if I can admit that, surely you can be honest about being a lesbian.”

I trembled there, waiting for her to answer. To hate me.

She cupped my face and pulled me up her body. My boobs dragged up to nuzzle hers. She kissed me with love and acceptance. Her arms held me tight. Her thighs.

She didn’t reject me.

She understood and approved that I loved my little sister. My body shook. Tears sprang in my eyes. They spilled down my cheeks. They ran the meeting of our lips. The salt seasoned them as I trembled atop her. She squirmed beneath me, holding me so tight.

When I broke it, I whispered, “You’re such a great friend, Wendy.”

“Me?” She blinked at me. “Jenny, you helped me accept being gay! I’ve been so afraid of these feelings for years. And then you came along with your futa-cock. I’m so glad to have met you, Jenny. You’re amazing.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks. I’m glad you feel that way.”

Wendy bit her lip. “So, um, who should I date?”

“You and Victoria had fun together,” I said. “And watching you swap my cum with Pita was hot. And I can guarantee that Briana would be open to doing some girly things with her. And if not them, Kathy Greene will give you a workout.”

“No, no, I need a more… girl my speed.” She smiled. “I don’t just want to fuck. Well, I mean, if you’re involved.”

I grinned at her. “Try Victoria. I think you two would be great together. So cute.”

“How did this start out as us being girlfriends and end with us being best friends?”

“Because we weren’t in love love,” I said. “Just in lust. And because we care for each other. We want each other to be happy. Isn’t that what makes being friends great? Being there to support each other?”

“Yeah.” She grinned at me. “Well, we’re still on this date until morning. We could go watch more of that movie and see what inspires us.”

“I have unleashed a lesbian monster,” I said. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Wendy giggled in delight.

I was so happy for her. I knew things would change. My first week as a futa was nearly up, and it had transformed all the lives around me in such wonderful and interesting ways. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

To be continued…

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What happens when you’re in a relationship with a Succubus? Lot’s off kinky lesbian sex. That’s what.

There I was, laying in my bed with another warm body snuggled against me. Who am I? My name’s Sarah Delugardin, odd name, eh? I awoke that day with the same fatigue as I slept very little through the night. My blue eyes lost their shine and it was work to keep my hair as it was.

I looked down to the woman whose head was resting against my stomach, ever since I brought her home my life’s been turned around and flipped upside down, left, right and inside out. But she was too damn hot to just slip by.

Pink hair, busty chest, a nice ass and a smooth skinned belly. She had red eyes but god forbid they stayed the same color. I did just then realized she was naked and I wasn’t wearing anything on my lower half. Come to think of it, didn’t I put her on the couch?

“Rosalia…” I said. She didn’t stir, if I said it again it wouldn’t do much since she doesn’t listen to me anyways. I jumped out of the bed and went over to the dresser where I pulled out my clothes for the day, and slipped them on.

Time for coffee, I thought to myself. At least, if there was any, despite her not needing it, Rosalia just loves to drink coffee. As I stepped off the the last step on the staircase, I noticed the blankets on the couch were thrown about and two pillows were on the floor. Yeah, I put her on the fucking couch…

I ignored it and walked to the kitchen where a fresh pot was already made along wih a warm plate of scrambled eggs. “No bacon, huh?” I said. After eating breakfast, familiar sounding footsteps walked down and Rosalia’s cheery but devilish face appeared.

“Up so early? I thought we could have messed around in bed.” She said. She had the cutest pair of devil wings on her back and a little tail that coiled itself around her waist. She strutted to the table where I sat down at and leaned on it in front of me.

“Coffee first, fuck later.” I responded. She turned so her cleavage hung down in front of my vision. I swear I felt an eye twitch but god damnit she was too hot. “So then, Rosalia, what’s on the agenda today?”

“I was probably going to shower for half an hour then spend the rest of the day lounging around. Hell, I might just use your vibe again.” She responded. I didn’t want to spit take my coffee so the hot liquid sat in my mouth until I swallowed it.

“I thought I changed the lock on the safe.” Rosalia held up the key and winked, I hid that in my cleavage… I’m such a fucking idiot. “You going to work or want to take a sick day?”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to like, get a daily fill? You know…” I contradicted. She pulled out a small little vial of white liquid from nowhere, explaining that she had done a bit more work. After the explanation, she opened it and licked up a lot of it in front of me, swirling her tongue around he lip and then using her finger to grab a drop in the very end, sucking on it.

I really wanted to do a spit take, then decided that I should call in sick. As much as I hate men and anything that comes out of them, seeing Rosalia do something with that stuff just makes me so damn giddy like a school girl getting sugar from the hottest guy around.

After I placed the call and put the phone back on the charger, she hugged me from behind and placed her chin on my shoulder. She was exactly my height. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back and she was attempting to give me a hickey.

“So, anything new you want to try?” I asked her. She shook her head, I guess that meant the same thing we did yesterday, I liked yesterday. She stripped off whatever clothing she had on and I was looking at her supple little body. Who the hell am I kidding? Supple didn’t explain enough. Frankly I was too captivated by her body to describe it.

I pulled off my clothing and tossed it, then sat and layed on the leather couch. Just like a cat she crawled on top of me and layed chest down, kissing me. Her body was warm and it felt good, the weather was cold for the past few days.

I felt her tongue go farther down my throat since it was longer than mine, I really had tamed down my gag reflex. Anywho, it turned me on more. She pulled away and slid a bit past my head to my breasts where she suckled on them, just like a cat wanting milk. Even though I couldn’t make milk, Rosalia could. Perk of being a Succubus I guess.

I moaned a little as she went to work on my tit, pulling on it wih her lips and licking all around it. She was amazing at it and she worked on the other one, starting to make me falter a bit on my next moan. After she was done fondling the other, she propped herself up and grabbed them, massaging them in circles or pawing at them.

I kept my hands on her sides and noticed I was squeezing just a little and let go, she stopped messaging my breasts and snuck a hand downwards to my wet pussy. She gently caressed the lips and used her other hand to keep working on my breasts. I bit my lip as it went on and she prodded my hole with a finger.

“After this, can we try anal?” She asked before penatrating, I wanted to shout shortly after but kept it to a gasp so none of my neighbors in their other fucking apartments would try and spy on us. The apartment complex was huge and I owned a two floor suite, do did everyone else in the living floor, they were so fucking proud of owning one.

“I hate a-anal remember?” I said. Rosalia gave a playful frown and giggled, she then moved her finger in and out, soon joined by another. The fingers surely weren’t as thick as my vibe but she knew how to work a woman’s body as well as a man’s. She brought he face closer to mine and kissed me again, practically tongue fucking my tonsils.

I moaned into her mouth and just felt the most pleasure I ever had. Except the last couple times where we were so exhausted the we kinda sat in the shower together for a while. You know, after his, maybe a nice bath with Rosalia would feel nice.

She put in another finger and used her thumb and pinky to rub the lips, I was close to climax and she could tell, going faster and faster. Then it happened and I squirted, all over the couch while I was breathing in and out through my nose. Rosalia pulled away with her tongue out that was just coated and dripping with saliva, some which dripped along the strands and back into my mouth.

She stepped off the couch and started licking my thighs and cunt for whatever juice she could find. I swear she just purrs to turn me on more. I sat up and turned, smirking as she sat next to me and hugged.

“You wanna take a bath?” I asked. She nodded and ran up the stairs, I followed and wobbled a little from the climax, she turned on the water and I could already hear it. When I got up, she had already filled the tub halfway and turned the water off. She added the soap and mixed it until there were substantial bubbles.

“After you.” She offered. I stepped in the warm water and then layed in the tub. She stepped over me and snuggled to my left side. She straddled my leg and used a hand to grope my breasts under the water. I felt her take my hand and have it brushed over her cunt. Of course Rosalia wanted me to return the favor.

So I gladly obliged and inserted a finger, she smiled and giggled a bit, hugging my arm that she was closest to. As I sat there, I wondered again how long we’ve been having sex. I mean, it happened almost every day, whether I wanted to or not.

I put in another finger like she did and she still quietly took it. I know the walls are paper thin and you could hear anything, however, I guess she can control her moans better than me. Her legs shifted a touch to where as I could go faster, but with as much hell as she caused me, I’d let her wait until I felt like going on.

“Sarah,” She whined, “Just go already! I took care of you faster.” I know, and then I thought a bit of what I could do. Then it hit me.

“Alright then, get on all fours in front of me, you’re face looking at the wall with the shower head on it.” I commanded. She followed the directions and soon I had her cunt in front of my face. God damn, she was perfect! I brought my lips closer and kissed gently at first. Then slowly licked up and down.

I had her, she moaned softly, and I felt like I was in control. However, she tasted just so fucking good, like strawberries. Or peaches, I don’t know, but I don’t care.

“Th-That feels really good…” She said. And I knew it felt good because it’s been done to me before. And I then licked deeper, pushing my tongue flat so I could get more of it. She moaned again and started to breathe in more shuttered.

He pressed her pussy against my mouth harder and I knew she wanted me to speed things up, so I opened my mouth more and started sucking just like she did my tits, prodding with my tongue. She moaned louder then quieted down, don’t want the neighbor fuckhead to come by again.

He’s okay, he had looked out for me a few times before I had Rosalia. He even saved me from a couple of robbers that broke in. We shared a laugh once the police came by to grab the guys, he didn’t load any bullets into the shotgun.

I inserted my tongue and moved it around and she began whining a bit, like a little puppy. I loved it when she did that. I pulled away and rubbed with my hand until she climaxed, hitting my face with the sweet tasting fluid. I greedily lapped it up and out of her pussy, then she climaxed again giving me more to drink.

I didn’t want to tire out the poor girl, so I stopped and let her swing around. Only, she kissed me again, getting a taste of her own self. We drained the water, then turned on the shower head and we rinsed ourselves off, with a little more kissing. Once all the soap was rinsed off us, we pulled out some towels and dried off.

I remembered that I left my clothes downstairs and frowned a bit, eh, I’ll just change into some other ones. After I dried off, I went to my room to put on a pair of panties and nothing else. Then I layed back on my bed and pulled out my phone.

“Hey Sarah…” Rosalia started, I didn’t t have time before she snuggled back up to me like this morning, “Is it alright if I could just… Get you off a little more?” I sighed and gave her a go ahead. She then pulled away my panties and sucked on my cunt. I liked it. It was nice.

Besides, I didn’t care if I soaked the bed. Because Rosalia is kinda good when it comes to drinking…

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Monica was always trying to improve her already large collection of bugs. She was hoping to find a new one today.

Bedroom Pet

By Homealone_447
Edited by Silverman

Monica loved to walk in the woods that surrounded her old house, always trying to improve her already large collection of bugs. She was hoping to find a new one today.

The athletic woman reached the creek that flowed between slippery rocks. She looked down, searching for a firm spot to place her feet and there it was… The most beautiful and strange insect she had ever seen. Or was it a reptile? She couldn’t tell. The sunlight reflected from its three-legged body with a bluish hue that looked surreal. Monica couldn’t believe her luck!

The young woman took the bug to her room and studied it for a while, realizing that the bluish light that radiated from the bug wasn’t the sunlight reflection. It was the bug itself that created the stunning glow.

“It must be some kind of chemical reaction… It’s so pretty!” Monica rationalized this unusual effect,

The girl observed the strange creature for hours and she couldn’t get enough of it. Before she knew, it was 3:00 am. Her eyelids started to feel heavy so she decided to go to bed.

That night, Monica had the most pleasant dream. She saw a blurry image of herself making love to an unseen lover, floating in a green cloud that slowly turned blue and than green again. Her breathing became deeper as her hips moved slowly up and down. It felt so real…

And it felt real for a reason; the bug had escaped from its box and it was lurking between the woman’s legs. Guided by the female’s scent, the bug delicately rubbed her pussy lips through her thin panties. The arousal grew within Monica’s body as the touch became more persistent, more evident. But even then she remained deep in sleep. Suddenly, she got the uncomfortable feeling that it wasn’t safe. She had to wake up but she didn’t want to. That idea was not welcome. It was immediately discarded. It felt so good…

During the following days, that same scene repeated over and over. Monica couldn’t understand why she was having wet dreams every night but she didn’t care. She loved it.

The abundant fluid that leaked from the girl’s love canal was all the bug needed to survive, to feed and grow.

***

Two weeks later, Monica came back for work and walked straight to her room. She couldn’t wait another second to be with her new pet; to admire its mesmerizing colors. As soon as the door was closed, she began to undress. She did it automatically and without giving it any thought. When she was removing her panties, she stopped…

“Wait… why am I getting naked?” Monica wondered. She was certain that there was a reason but she couldn’t remember it,

“Never mind”, she told herself.

She sat on the floor and reached under the bed for her pet. She could feel her nipples swell a little and she couldn’t understand why. Somehow she knew this was nothing to worry about.

“There you are. Come here honey…”

The creature had doubled its size already. Monica believed the bug was eating the plants she brought from the creek. She placed it on the bed and watched attentively as the weird creature began to glow again.

The light was so alluring that it was hard to take her eyes off it. Swirling patterns danced in rhythmic motion, surrounded by a bluish haze that created the effect that the image was floating in the air, getting closer and closer until it was all Monica could see. Her pupils dilated as her face went completely slack. Just a few minutes later, Monica was completely lost in the glow. Any other thought in her head was blurry and seemed so irrelevant. Nothing else existed but the spiraling radiance that filtered through her eyes, directly into her brain. Now, she belonged to the creature.

Then, an idea formed in the back of her mind. First small and meaningless but it got bigger and stronger until it began to make sense. Monica understood.

She climbed on the bed, her nipples swollen and her pussy already moistening. She moved by instinct, following instructions planted in the most primitive part of her brain. Monica knelt on the mattress with her arms limp by her sides and her eyes still focused on the enthralling glow. She stayed there for a moment, immobile, as the bug got closer to her.

Monica felt the creature’s soft touch on her left thigh and her pussy twitched, reacting instinctively to the bug’s caress. Monica’s mind was dormant but her body was very much alive.

Another idea formed in her mind and she laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She lost visual contact with the creature but it didn’t matter. Her mind was taken and her body was next.

The creature rubbed her clit gently, submerging Monica in a sea of pleasure that would turn into a stream of fluids, lubricating her tight passage and preparing her for the next step. When Monica’s pussy was dripping wet, the bug inserted the tip of one of its long and flexible extremities. It played around for a few seconds, certain that it was in full control of the situation and then… plunged the whole appendage as deep as possible!

Monica’s entranced eyes opened wider as she let out an unconscious moan. Her stretched pussy twitched over and over while the creature revolved and squirmed inside of her body, absorbing her love juices.

Monica woke up hours later with no memory of what had happened. She still couldn’t remember why she had taken her clothes off but there was nothing to worry about. She felt good. It was all good.

***

The next day, Monica was taking her blouse off even before she entered her room. It had been really hard to concentrate on anything at work except on the bug’s swirling images that seemed to be embedded in her brain. That alluring glow gave her a blissful feeling of satisfaction that she never experienced before. She was eager to feel like that again.

Monica pulled the creature from under the bed and knelt in front of it, waiting for the lights. Her heart was beating fast and she was breathing faster from the sheer excitement of being with her… pet.

She thought it wasn’t right to call it her pet; maybe it was… something else.

Monica was barely able to complete the last thought because the moment she saw the swirling patterns, her mind emptied completely. She stared mindlessly at the bug while a faint tingling started to form in her brain and as it grew stronger, the itching traveled down to her pussy, igniting her arousal once more. Now she knew exactly what she had to do… Monica sat on the floor, spread her legs and lift her hips, waiting.

The creature inserted one of its appendages in her body and pumped. Monica’s juices flowed as her passion increased in an escalating bliss. The creature suctioned its food and continued the overwhelming fucking a long while…

… until the beautiful woman reached her limit and exploded in a powerful climax!

Her hands clasped hard on the rug while her legs trembled uncontrollably at both sides of the greenish body attached to her hips. Her eyes rolled up as she arched her back even more before collapsing to the wooden floor, still jolting from the fading bliss.

But it was not over yet. The night was still young and there were many more orgasms on the way.

***

Monica was sitting in her office. She kept looking at the clock, desperately waiting for the moment to go back home. The strange creature occupied all of Monica’s thoughts and most of her time. It was then when she realized the truth of the situation… the bug was not her pet anymore. Now it was she, who was the bug’s pet!

“I have become a slave…” Monica thought, as her nipples swelled and her pussy moistened, “that beautiful creature owns me!”

Monica started to remember what had happened to her all the previous nights and part of the days…

“I will go back home and HE will fuck me!” Monica thought as she rubbed her tights together under her desk. This scary thought, far from frightening her, it excited her.

“My Master will penetrate me. He will push his long limb inside of me and fuck me hard!” Monica was now oblivious to the world around her. She stared forward as the bug’s swirling patterns danced inside her imprinted brain.

“My master will make me cum!!” Monica climaxed hard. She tried to remain still but her whole body trembled noticeable. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy contracted on it self, over and over, dampening her panties.

As the mind-blowing ecstasy faded away, Monica realized that she was still in her office. A coworker looked at her with the corner of her eye, pretending she hadn’t seen anything. Monica got off her desk and went back home, leaving a wet spot in her chair.

That night, Monica was standing against the bedroom wall, ready to be fucked. Her Master climbed up her shapely legs and wrapped around her hips. Monica’s lubricating fluid was already dripping down her thighs. But something different happened. The bug penetrated her ass instead of her pussy. Monica squealed softly, surprised by the unexpected change. As the tentacle entered deeper and deeper, she realized that she loved this too. It was her master’s wish so it was right. It wasn’t long before she reached the first orgasm of the night.

***

The next morning, Monica’s eyes were fixed on the pulsating lights but she wasn’t looking at all. Her pupils were just channels that let the detailed instructions burst into her mesmerized mind. All she had to do was to obey. Monica got dressed and left her house.

One hour later, the bedroom door opened and Monica walked in followed closely by her friend Jennifer.

“So, are you gonna tell me now what is so cool about your room?” Jennifer asked.

Monica knew that Jennifer had a crush on her and she was taking advantage of it.

“Sure, but first let me do this…” Monica leaned forward and kissed Jennifer on the mouth.

Jennifer was surprised for a moment but after the initial shock, she was more than willing to accept Monica’s offer. Jennifer kissed back with true passion. She had wished to do this for a long time but she never thought Monica would go for it.

Monica kept her eyes open as her tongue dueled against Jennifer’s. She was acting exactly as instructed.

The two pretty girls moved over to the bed and played with each other for a while, caressing their tender bodies from top to bottom. Monica was skillfully licking Jennifer’s nipple when she suddenly felt something happening within her body… something was moving inside of her.

It started in her belly and worked its way up her gullet. A tiny tendril crawled up her esophagus trying to get out…

Monica could now feel it slide along her tongue while her pussy twitched repeatedly. Her eyes lost focus as she felt on the verge of an orgasm. But the orgasm had to wait. She had a job to do. When almost half the tendril was protruding from Monica’s mouth, she jumped forward and grabbed her unsuspecting friend to keep her in position.

Jennifer opened her eyes wondering why Monica was being so rough.

When she saw the weird appendage coming out of her friend’s mouth, waving inches from her face, Jennifer screamed, trying to move away… but it was too late. The tip of the tentacle had already slipped between her lips. She tried to bite down but the surface was impossible to break. Monica kept her pinned down while the appendage writhed and jerked.

Jennifer felt hundreds of small punctures in her mouth as more of the creature wormed its way deeper into her throat. Her vision became blurry and in a matter of seconds, an incredible rush spread across her brain, sending a wave of overwhelming ecstasy all over her body. Jennifer stopped fighting.

Monica watched with immense pleasure, as her friend became utterly possessed by the creature. By her Master!

Jennifer jolted and twitched with orgasmic convulsions while her body was taken, bonding forever with the creature. The tentacle squirmed deeper into her mouth while her mind went deeper into trance.

As the last of the appendage’s tip sank into her body, Jennifer’s mind-blowing orgasm finally faded. Monica watched and waited. Jennifer jerked occasionally as the remnants of her consciousness fought back, resisting being controlled, but it was useless. Her fate was sealed forever.

When Jennifer opened her eyes again, she was no longer herself. Now she was just another pet and she would feed and serve her Master as commanded. The girls wasted no time and Jennifer moved robotically to the edge of the mattress while Monica pulled the bug, her Master, from under the bed.

As the creature penetrated her, Jennifer felt for the first time the delightful future that was ahead of her. The weird creature began to feed from her and it would not stop until the next morning.

****

The two beautiful friends took turns feeding their Master. While one waited, the other climaxed. And when one couldn’t take it anymore from exhaustion, the other was ready to replace her.

Several days went by following the same routine, over and over, orgasm after orgasm. Then the creature penetrated Monica’s ass again. It was time to get one more pet.

“Ok, we are here. What is this secret that you wanted to tell me?” Sandra asked as she walked into Monica’s room.

“You are gonna love this!” Monica responded.

THE END

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story.

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A fun little Vinette

IKEA Girls

“Would you two stop giggling and get out of the car?” Miranda called as she got out of the drivers seat of the mini van. The two she was referring to were her daughter Leslie and her friend Sarah. The two high school girls had spent the entire car ride huddled together on the back seat whispering and giggling.

“Coming mom,” Leslie called back as she opened the sliding door. The two girls hopped out, looking more like sisters than friends. They were both five and a half feet tall, athletic from playing rugby and stunningly beautiful. The biggest difference was their hair. Leslie had light brown hair in a page boy cut, while Sarah had long black hair that fell half way down her back. As the got out of the car, Sarah leaned over and whispered, “Remember the plan!”

The two girls had met a year before in Grade 11 when their school started a Gay-Straight Alliance. They both joined and quickly became friends. It was Sarah who convinced Leslie to join the rugby team at school, and they started hanging out more and more. It happened gradually, to the point where their friends and family couldn’t says exactly when it happened, but some time over the summer the girls stopped being friends and started being girlfriends. Now they were busy applying to universities together, both hoping to get into UBC and to share an apartment.

Today however, they were going to a movie at the mall, but first they were helping Leslie’s mom do some shopping at IKEA. She needed a new bed for the guest bedroom, and wanted the athletic young girls to help her load it into the minivan. Since the girls both lived at home, they struggled to find private time for their more amorous activities. Which is what led to the current plan.

As they wandered the IKEA, Leslie kept whispering to Sarah, setting of more giggle, and grabbing her but whenever her mom wasn’t looking. After about twenty minutes of the girls being entirely unhelpful, Miranda bowed to the inevitable and sent the girls to go get some meatballs while she kept shopping. Leslie grabbed the $20 bill her mom offered, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and the two ran off.

They did not, however, go to the food court, but to the washrooms near by it. Luckily for them, the family washroom was unoccupied, and the two piled in, locking the door behind them.

“So?” Sarah asked, “How do they feel?”

“Good! Weird but good! Makes it hard to think of anything else,” Leslie said back.

“I can’t wait for my turn! Let me see!”

Leslie quickly kicked off her runner, dropped her jeans, and hopped up onto the change bench wearing her panties and t-shirt. As soon as she was up, Sarah pounced, kissing Leslie hard and grabbing a breast through the t-shirt and bra. Leslie opened her mouth with a moan, allowing Sarah’s tongue inside. They kissed like that for a minute, hands roaming all over each other. Eventually Leslie broke the kiss, leaned back and said, “Well?” with a wicked grin.

Sarah grabbed Leslie’s panties and pulled them off, revealing a light bush and a string hanging out of her friends pussy, almost like a tampon string. Sarah knelt of the washroom floor, and attached her mouth to the top of Leslie’s slit, tonguing her clit as she started to tug lightly on the string. The feeling was incredibly, and Leslie had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out in the IKEA bathroom.

Slowly, in response to Sarah’s tugging, a silver ball attached to the string began to emerge from Leslie’s pussy. Leslie grabbed the back of her girlfriend’s head, pushing her face harder into her pussy, trying to increase the pressure on her clit. When the first ball had fully popped out of Leslie’s pussy, Sarah clamped her lips around the pleasure button, sucking for all she was worth as she pulled the second of the Ben Wa balls out.

It was then that someone tried the door handle to the washroom, rattling it, then knocking when whoever it was found it locked. “Two minutes,” Leslie gasped out as Sarah’s mouth pushed her to orgasm. Suddenly the sensation became too much, and she had to push her girlfriend’s head away. “Okay,” Leslie panted quietly, “lets get those inside you quick!”

The girls changed places, Sarah stripping off her pants to reveal a total lack of both hair and underwear. “You shaved!” Leslie exclaimed quietly. Sarah winked and spread her legs, handing the balls to Leslie.

Leslie took the balls and dove face first into her friends crotch. She ran her tongue up and down a few times, ostensibly to lubricate her for the balls, but mostly to enjoy the taste and the moans coming from Sarah’s mouth. She quickly pushed both of the Ben Wa balls in as there was another knock on the door, then grabbed her pants, throwing her panties to Sarah. The two girls dressed, Sarah putting on Leslie’s panties to help keep the balls in, and in less than a minute they opened the washroom door.

“Sorry,” Leslie said as she breezed passed the woman holding her toddler, obviously in need of a change. “I had to give my friend a tampon.” The girls then took each other’s hands and sauntered off to the food court.

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