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The night continues

I paused for what seemed like hours, but in the end, rather than have Lanie sink her tongue into my pussy, it was me that wanted sink my tongue into her pussy. Yes, just the thought of it made my nipples harden and my pussy explode with wetness. So, I slipped under the covers, and made my way to the foot of the bed. I gently pulled one of her legs towards me, then, as I pushed the other leg outward, I slipped in between her legs. On my hands and knees under the covers, I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs apart just enough to get my shoulders between her knees, and my face right over her pussy. I reached up to feel the front of her panties, and while she still had her hand in her panties, she has stopped fingering herself. I wondered for a moment if she had woken up, but I listened intently and heard the steady slow breathing of someone that was asleep, or drunk and passed out.
I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled the crotch to one side, revealing her hand with her fingers still wedged between the lips of her pussy. Rather than disturb her fingers, I gently coaxed her fingers up and down and in and out of her pussy. In a short while, she began to finger herself once again. With her in the rhythm once again, I lowered my head to rest on the inside of her upper thigh, with my mouth inches from her pussy. I slowly nuzzled closer and closer to her wet pussy, then when my lips met her pussy lips, my tongue snaked out and took a long slow lick on her pussy. Slowly but surely, my licks became bolder and bolder, to the point where I nudged her fingers away from her pussy, so I could dig my tongue deep into her cunt. I was in heaven, and in my position, I easily slip my hand into my panties to give my sopping wet pussy some much needed attention. I could hear her breathing getting more erratic, her thighs closed around my head, and I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing my face into her pussy. Then as she came, her pussy released about a shot glass full of girl cum in my mouth. I was surprised, but it went in my mouth, and the surprise pushed me over the edge, and as I swallowed her cum I came on my hand, I forced myself not to lurch as I came for fear of waking her up. After she came, her legs relaxed, and her hand dropped to her side. I put her panties back the way I found them, slinked around under the covers to get back to my pillow, and had a great night sleep. The next morning, I acted as nothing happened, and apparently she had no idea what happened under the covers at all.

That day, I made up a story about the apartment manager having someone come fix the heater, and while she was taking her morning shower, I reconnected the wire, but left the heater turned off. When we left for brunch, I turned it on so it would be warm when we got back. The day passed, and we went out yet again, (no we’re not alcoholics), later that evening we ran in to some of my friends from Jersey, who were out late for Jerseyites, being that they had to take public transportation to get back to Jersey and then drive from the station home. Sally asked if she could crash at my apartment if it got too late, and since I’ve known her for years, and (my evil brain working overtime) knowing she was bi-sexual, I thought it might make for an interesting evening. I told her no problem, just knock, but not to make it too late. After Lanie and I got in, we small talked a bit, I helped her fold out the sofa bed, told her that “if” Sally stopped by, and added that she always asked, but usually never came by, just share the sofa bed with her for the night. She agreed, I went to my room, stripped down to my panties and pulled on a t-shirt and hit the sack, of course leaving my door open enough to see the entire living room.

It didn’t take too long for the covers to start rustling in the other room, and then I heard a vibrator start up. That surprised me, because I put dead batteries in her vibrator again. Shit, she must have bought a new one… She was working on herself with it for a little while, and I could see her pull her legs up under the covers, and could easily see that she had both hand between her legs going to town. Then I heard Sally knock on the door! The vibrator switched off, and it was dead silent for what seemed forever. Sally knocked on the door again, asking if anybody was home. I heard some rustling around, then Lanie’s feet hit the floor, she walked across to floor, turn the light on, unlatched the door and let Sally in. Sally apologized for being so late, and asked where she could crash. Lanie offered the sofa saying it would be a little tight, but it’s just a night. It took Sally no more than 5 minutes to get a glass of water, and strip down to her undies. She looked around for a second, then just unhooked her bra, saying “fuck it” I’m not sleeping in a bra, and she crawled under the covers. Lanie turned off the light and crawled in next to her. I could hear them talking a little then it got quiet. I figured that Lanie was getting close before Sally knocked on the door, and figured she would need to finish herself off before drifting off to sleep.

It wasn’t long till I heard the cover rustling again, saw her spread her outside leg to create some room between her legs, but did not hear the vibrator. She must have been fingering herself to keep things quiet. She was just getting going, when I saw Sally roll over on her side to face Lanie,and reach between Lanie legs saying, “Let me help with that.” There was complete silence, as Lanie must have been stunned, but I could see Sally’s arm in motion, then she propped herself up, meaning that her breasts must have been inches from Lanie’s face while she worked on her wanting pussy. As Sally worked on her, she pushed the covers down past Lanie’s knees, and spread Lanie’s legs wider, by pulling on the inside leg. At the same time, Sally slipped between Lanie’s legs, looking down on the worked up woman while still working on her cunt. I could see Lanie’s panties being forced lower, and rather than fight the panties, Sally grabbed both sides of the waistband and pulled Lanie’s panties well past her hips, making the fingering much easier. Sally stopped fingering Lanie, and whispered to her, let’s get rid of these. With that, Lanie’s panties came off, and were tossed aside. Sally was on still on her knees between Lanie’s legs, and it must have been an erotic site for Lanie, as Sally slowly lowered her panties to her knees, then one leg at a time, removed her panties as well.

Sally lowered her head to Lanie’s pussy and began going to work on her pussy. I could see begin to buck her hips, and could hear soft moans. As Sally buried her face in Lanie’s pussy, Lanie raised her knees up pressing Sally’s head between her thighs, and put both hands on the back of Sally’s head. By this time, my fingers were buried deep in my own pussy, and I could hear Lanie’s heavy breathing as well as the springs on the sofa bed creaking. As I heard Lanie cumming, I remembered the girl cum I swallowed the night before, and as I heard a cough and slurping sounds, I realized that Sally must have been surprised by the girl cum, and I came just thinking about the erotic site. As I watched through my door intently, I saw Sally raise her head, and still on her knees between Lanie’s legs, she leaned forward to embrace Lanie giving her a long wet kiss, and a taste of her own pussy. Sally rolled off Lanie and pulled on her outside arm which caused Lanie to roll over on Sally’s breasts. Sally cupped Lanie’s face in her hands and whispered, now it’s my turn. With that, Sally moved her hands up the top of Lanie’s head and began pushing her head between her legs. In moments, Lanie’s head was between Sally’s legs, and I could tell this was the start of something big.

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Two girls find a sexual interest in each other.

It was 11:00 p.m., time for my nightly routine. I sat naked on the carpet next to the window in my bedroom. I fixed my head so that my eyes were barely above the window sill. The lights in my room were off, so it was easy to see outside into the darkness. I focused my sight on my neighbor’s window.

From my bedroom in my two-story house, I could see into the window of Lucy’s first-floor bedroom. Translucent white curtains poorly guarded her window. The curtains were so thin that they were practically transparent whenever Lucy had on the lights in her bedroom. I doubt she was aware of how impractical and useless the curtains were. Through her window, visible from my room, was her computer chair. Whenever she sat in this chair, as long as it was dark outside, I could see her entire body from the left side, except her shins and feet.

Lucy had a strict routine. Most nights at 11:00 p.m., she sat in her chair and watched porn. This night was no different. Her room was dark until she turned on her desk lamp. Lucy was of Latin descent. Therefore, her skin was a light brown color, smooth and creamy. She wore a pink tank top that fit her tightly, revealing the shape of her breasts and her flat stomach. Also, she wore a pair of blue pajama bottoms. She held her black hair in a ponytail. Although we still lived with our parents, Lucy and I attended college together, and I had been spying on her for several years.

For the first fifteen minutes of her sitting, she played on her phone. Finally, she put on a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones and leaned forward to use the computer. I was unable to see clearly what the computer screen showed. Already, my body foreshadowed what I was about to witness when a tingly feeling in my pussy formed. After a few more minutes of her searching the internet, she leaned back. Now, I could see that she was certainly watching porn. The image wasn’t incredibly clear to me, but I had no doubt that the movements on the screen were two people fucking.

She stared at the screen for a moment, then moved her right hand over her crotch and began to squeeze it through the fabric of her pajamas. She didn’t seem to get nearly enough pleasure from the constricted rubbing. She slid her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She had a black bush above her pussy. She took her right hand and brushed it against her pussy, then lifted her hand to her nose to smell her horniness. Next, she took her hand and started moving her pussy in slow, circular motions.

As she massaged her pussy, she swapped between looking at the computer screen and looking at her crotch. I supposed she always left her light on so she could admire herself. I played with my nipples while I watched Lucy rub herself. I felt myself growing wetter, but I didn’t want to finger myself until Lucy orgasmed.

She proceeded to rub herself faster and faster. Every once in a while she stopped to skip some of the porn. Perhaps she felt that she couldn’t last the duration of the video. Eventually, she was rubbing herself so hard and fast that her breasts were bouncing in a synchronized motion with her fapping.

At last, her body signaled a climax. She slowly leaned backward so that her knees were close to the bottom of the desk. She breathed speedily, and her covered breasts rose and sank with each breath. She threw her head over the back of the chair and faced the ceiling. She hung her mouth open, and she closed her eyes. Her body jerked with every ripple of pleasure that shot through her body. Her knees powerfully buckled; they bounced between hitting the edges of the desk and hitting one another.

Finally, she stopped her hand, but her head remained thrown over the back of the chair. She discarded her headphones and sat in quietness. She relaxed for a moment, enjoying that wonderful after-orgasm feeling. Her cumming appeared to be the last of her to-do items for the day; she appeared relieved and ready for bed. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal. Again, she smelled the fingers that she had fingered herself with. Then she wiped them onto the stomach of her tank top. She leaned forward and exited her computer screen from the filth she had been watching, then pulled up her pants. She returned the headphones to her ears and probably fooled around on YouTube for a little while.

Even though I watched Lucy play with herself almost every night for years, the sight of her cumming never seemed to lessen in thrill. As usual, after watching her cum, I was dripping wet. I gathered myself and walked to my closet. I opened a small box in the back of the closet; inside was my pink vibrator, and it was my secret. I never told anyone about my purchasing it. It was a basic, nine-inch, pink vibrator. It didn’t have any special features. Its exterior was silicone, and it had four levels of vibration intensities. I always used the second lowest intensity.

I climbed onto my bed. I spread my legs. I took four fingers and spread my natural lubrication around the whole of my pussy. The ceiling fan made my wet skin feel cool. My pussy begged to be touched. I cleared my mind of rational thoughts. I focused on my lust for Lucy. Lucy had a magnificent body. She carried an athletic figure. Her face was without flaw, and her hair was smooth and silky. Her breasts always protruded through the fabric of her clothing, giving rise to two, perfectly rounded mounds. Although I had never seen Lucy naked up-close, I imagined what she looked like if she were standing next to me totally nude. Peeking through her curtains only yielded a generalized view of her body. My imagination had to fill in the blanks.

I sank the vibrator into my pussy. My wetness allowed the toy to slide with ease. Immediately, the unique sensation of sexual pleasure began to strengthen. I slid the dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, and with every motion of my hand, a ruffle of pleasure invaded my body. I took hold of my right breast with my empty hand.

I pictured Lucy resting her pussy under the water faucet in her bathtub. As I brought myself closer to an orgasm, I visualized Lucy experiencing the same pleasure. As the wall of pleasure grew in my nether regions, I quickened the movement of my hand. Now, every time I slid the dildo in my pussy, I heard a faint squishing sound.

Finally, I came. I covered my mouth so that my parents wouldn’t hear my moaning. The orgasm shook my legs and caused my body to convulse.

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The next day, a Saturday, Lucy and I decided to go shopping for clothes at Forever 21. Before we went shopping, however, we ate at a restaurant next-door. Lucy wore a simple, black t-shirt, and I wore a tank-top. We both had on similar skirts that reached to our mid-thighs. We both ordered a turkey lunch meal, with a pint of hard apple cider, 8%. We relished the privilege of purchasing alcohol since we were new drinkers. Being thin girls, it didn’t take much alcohol to get us tipsy. When we finished, I was in what I call the “magic stage” of drinking. We weren’t quite drunk and were still conscious enough to walk around and think, but we felt carefree, light, and unworried. Too much alcohol, in my opinion, ruins such bliss, and too little is useless.

Drinking usually made us giggly girls; this time was no different. We found humor in everything, regardless of how dull it was. After eating, we went into Forever 21, and rummaged through sexy outfits and clothes we liked. While walking toward the dressing room, I tripped over my shoe and nearly fell. Lucy laughed at me. Then I laughed at myself. The store employee who saw our shenanigans didn’t seem impressed by our behavior. We went into a dressing room together. This particular room was larger than most.

Without wasting any time, Lucy removed her shirt, then her skirt. I had seen her in her underwear before, but, truly, Lucy fascinated me in every aspect. In addition to her charming and delightful personality, her beauty capsized my mind. Even parts of her body that shouldn’t have been attractive excited me; sometimes, oddly, just looking at her arm turned me on.

Her face was flawless and clear. Her brown, chocolate eyes were intensified by the black makeup that surrounded them. Her teeth were as white as snow, and her lips were glossed with ruby-red lipstick. Her finger and toe nails were decorated with a paint that matched her lips. Her green bra supported her C-cup breasts, and her cleavage was tight enough that she could have held objects between them. Her tan skin was smooth and creamy. Her stomach was in good trim, and in her pierced navel, she had a small string of fake diamond. Her ass, perfectly rounded, swallowed the back of her panties. Her hairless legs were as smooth as the shell of an egg.

I, too, removed my shirt and skirt. We tried on the outfits we had chosen and set aside the material we wished to purchase. The entire time we talked and giggled. After five minutes, I stated that I needed to pee.

Lucy asked, “Do you want to hear a funny story?”

“What?” I said softly.

Lucy could hardly articulate the phrase without laughing. “One time, when I was little, I peed in a dressing room.” Her laughter halted her sentence. I chuckled too. She continued, “My mom was so mad at me.” She laughed even harder while still trying to use an inside voice.

I mocked her, “that’s so dumb!”

Then Lucy proposed something outrageous: “Let’s do it,” she said.

“What?” I questioned.

“Let’s pee in here,” she responded.

My eyes widened, and I threw my hands up. “Are you crazy,” I asked. Though, I still couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Lucy nodded and bit her lip.

“We’re gonna get caught,” I reasoned.

“Na,” she insisted.

“Sit down,” she instructed.

I hesitated. “Come on,” she begged.

“Whatever,” I agreed.

Lucy sat on the carpeted floor still in her bra and panties. She spread her legs. Her panties, like her bra, were light green. I followed her lead. I sat down facing her and spread my legs and looked back at Lucy. She didn’t say anything. She only smiled.

Suddenly, her panties became dark. The darkness started small but grew rapidly. Lucy laughed uncontrollably. She peed so hard that the stream penetrated through the fabric of the panties and shot forward in my direction. Swiftly, her panties were wholly wet, and a huge blotch of pee began to diffuse through the carpet. She laughed the entire time she peed. Eventually, her yellow stream decreased and stopped.

Again, I followed her lead. I started peeing. Immediately, my pussy felt the warmth of the piss. I, too, had a stream of yellow shoot through the fabric of my panties and into the carpet. I laughed so hard that the stream of pee changed velocity in synchronization with my laughing. Since I drank a lot, I peed a lot. By the time I finished, we both had wet spots beneath us the size of a large beach ball.

“What the fuck did we just do,” I whispered in a nervous tone.

Lucy laughed. “Hurry,” she said, “let’s get dressed.”

We stood up at the same time. Some more drops of urine fell from our saturated panties. We draped our skirts over our wet underwear, put on our shirts, gathered our items, and left the room. Thankfully, nobody was waiting for our piss-covered room. As we walked through the store, the pee that was once warm gradually became now frigid; the wetness made my pussy cold.

My parents were not home when we arrived at my house. Immediately we went into the bathroom upstairs. By this point, my panties were still wet, but drier than earlier. My pussy and thighs felt gross and sticky.

“I need to take a shower,” I said.

“Okay,” Lucy replied giggling.

Lucy walked into the bathroom. She motioned me to follow her. I shrugged my shoulders and entered behind her. Lucy pulled off her panties; still wet, they curled up as she rolled them down her legs. Then she slipped out of her skirt. For the first time, I saw her pussy up-close, and it was perfect. She had black pubic hair that was trimmed, and she had shaven the edges so that no hairs would peek from behind her underwear or bikini.

“What,” she said, noticing that I was staring. “Do I look good?”

I didn’t respond. Next, she pulled off her shirt. Again, I gazed at her tits. As she reached to her back to unfasten the fabric, her breasts pointed forward. The bra dropped to the floor, and her exemplary breasts stared me in the face. Her nipples were small and dark brown.Lucy climbed into the waterless bathtub and started peeing again.

“Lucy,” I shouted trying not to smile. She laughed.

Lucy turned on the water and washed her piss down the drain. I undressed. She nodded her head and said, “hmm,” after analyzing me like she was awarding me a one-to-ten score in her head.

She washed her pussy, her thighs, and her legs with the detachable shower head. She didn’t wet her upper body. I had to wait until she finished because there was not enough room for two. I sat on the toilet and watched her. She, however, only needed fewer than two minutes to finish.

Lucy dried herself with a towel, then left the bathroom. I jumped into the bathtub and cleaned myself likewise. I dried myself with the same towel that Lucy used. When I entered my bedroom, Lucy was holding my special box; it was the box in which I hid my vibrator. The look on her face suggested to me that she had already looked inside the box to see its contents.

“What?” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“You have toys?” She asked.

“I have one toy,” I said in a snarky tone, as if having a dildo was no big deal. “Give me that,” I said. I snatched the box away from her. She smiled and said, “okay, Ms. Hypersensitive.”

“Well, it’s personal,” I replied.

“Everybody play with themselves,” she insisted. “There’s nothing embarrassing about it, or, at least, there shouldn’t be,” she continued. “My parents might argue with that statement, though. You know about their religious views.” Lucy’s parents were piously strict about sexual matters, and if they knew she fingered herself while watching porn at night, they’d be displeased.

She carried on, “I was just curious because I’ve never held one before in person.”

My eyes widened slightly. I had taken for granted having my toy. Some people never have the privilege to buy one.

“You don’t have one?” I asked. Lucy shook her head. She responded, “my parents don’t like that sort of stuff. I want one, but I’m terrified they would find it.”

“Oh,” I reacted.

I paused for a moment carefully choosing the words I was about to say.

I quickly changed my mind. I said, “well, if you want to try mine, that’s okay.”

Her face lit up, but she tried to hide her excitement. “You wouldn’t mind?” She asked. I shook my head. I handed her the box. She removed the lid and grabbed the pink dildo in her hand and held it to her nose.

“It smells like old cum,” she snickered.

“Why would you smell it?” I retorted.

She handed me the empty box. She jumped onto the bed and rested her back against my pillows. Without wasting another moment, she turned on the monster. She used the strongest vibration setting. Its vibrations were so strong that she nearly dropped it. She looked at me and giggled. She seemed overjoyed.

She drew the vibrator toward her pussy. I became increasingly nervous. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do; I awkwardly stared at her. Of course, I had spied her masturbation sessions before, but never with her knowing it. “Do you want me to leave,” I asked in a fragile voice. “Not unless this is uncomfortable for you,” she answered. I remained standing in the room.

She spread her pussy lips apart and penetrated herself. She shuttered at its awesome power and held the toy with both hands as she crammed as much of it inside of her hole as she could. She kept it still, basking in the thrill of its pulsations. She glanced at me again and grinned, then closed her eyes and leaned back her head.

She breathed through her nose and made hollow, breathless moans. She began to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy, mimicking the motion of a cock. Her countenance was determined; she focused and concentrated on the marvelous sensation that my toy delivered. Her pussy made sloppy sounds while she thrusted the toy in and out of herself. The hollow moans had now evolved into vocal groans. Her eyes clenched tighter and her mouth dropped. She shifted her left arm so that it was behind her head, exhibiting her shaven armpit. A line of thick, white cum ran from the opening of her pussy toward the bedsheets.

Each of her moans crescendoed and gathered speed. She deeply breathed. Her right hand was now fucking her pussy as fast and hard as possible. Her left hand clenched into a fist. Finally, she climaxed. Her legs levitated her hips off of the bed, and her breasts rose into the air. Then her legs gave out and dropped her body back on the bed. Her uncontrollable legs rapidly shook up and down in a seizure-like manner. She came so hard that she was unable to moan; she made sounds that were similar to, but not exactly like, gagging sounds that were stuck in her throat. Her face was contorted with pleasure: her eyebrows lifted, but her eyes stayed closed. Her mouth alternately opened and closed. Her pussy contracted, and the thick, white liquid continued to ooze.

After her sexual bliss had concluded, she sighed in relief, or pleasure, or exhaustion; I couldn’t quite tell. She threw the dildo forward onto the bed. She was stunned, breathless, and baffled. Her facial expression appeared confused like she had just awoken from a hypnotic trance. She took her hands and rubbed her face like one does when they first wake up in the morning. She looked at me, but her face communicated no expression.

I sat on the bed next to her. Seeing Lucy climax in front of me made myself so wet that I could hardly stand it. I grabbed the dildo. It was slimy, gooey, and gross to the touch. The spot on the bed on which it had lain was damp. I tried to clean the toy off with a tissue, but one was not enough. She had dirtied the toy so much that it took three tissues to dry it. Even then, it still smelled like sex.

Lucy recaptured control over her breathing and her body. We stared at each other. Without uttering a word, her lips drew toward me, and she pressed them against mine. We kissed: our lips twisted around one another’s, and our tongues danced, and we exchanged saliva. With our lips still together, she placed her arm on my shoulder, and I did the same to her. Then, she guided me to lie on the bed. I lay on my back as she mounted me. Our lips never separated. Now, her sloppy pussy was on top of my hips, our feet mingled, and our breasts touched.

Lucy pulled away from my mouth. She held her head six inches from my face. I looked into her irresistible eyes. Her lipstick was smeared on her face. She sat upright while I remained on my back. I wiped my mouth; Lucy’s lipstick marked the back of my hand. She moved and sat at the base of my hips on the bed. She took hold of my knees and spread them as far as feasible.

She loaded my pussy with the middle and ring fingers of her left hand. Her pinky and index finger pointed downward, and her thumb to the side. She steadily moved the fingers in a come-hither motion, stroking perfectly my G-spot. I gulped. The noises coming from my pussy sounded like someone wiggling their finger inside of a jar of jelly. While her left hand focused on my pussy, her right hand rested flat on my pubic bone. Her hands were cool to my sensitive skin.

I melted into my bed, entranced in a world of gratification. I cared no longer for anything or anyone. I closed my eyes and concentrated only on the joy of being fingered. Every time I exhaled I moaned. The delight of sexual pleasure was so strong that I was no longer able to hold my hips still. I squirmed beneath her fingering. I grabbed my breasts with my unencumbered hands. I cupped them, squeezed them, and pinched them.

As Lucy’s fingering delivered me closer to climax, she stopped. Suddenly, the pleasure rushed away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She snatched the dildo from the nightstand and activated its highest vibration setting. Again, I closed my eyes. She guided the dildo inside of me. Immediately, the pleasure returned to my body.

I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. Goosebumps clothed my skin. The vibrations from the dildo resounded throughout my body. At last, I felt the birth of an orgasm. I wasn’t cumming yet, but I knew that my climax was imminent. My short moans, which were divided equally among my breaths, now clumped themselves together. I only stopped making noise when I inhaled. I took my hands from my breasts and tightly clamped them on the bedsheets, fearing that I’d squeeze my breasts too hard. I became lightheaded, and my hips continued to squirm. My chest was pounding like horses’ hooves upon hard ground.

Like a bomb, the growing orgasm finally exploded; the pleasure bounced through my veins, reverberating in every limb and nook of my body. The orgasm took my body captive: uncontrollably, I yelped a shrill squeal. My legs shook just like Lucy’s had earlier. My hands nearly ripped the sheets from the bed. I felt myself squirt for the first time in my life, and it sounded like I was firing a water gun. Mid-orgasm, I looked down to see the water ejecting from my pussy.

Lucy retracted the vibrator from my pussy. She examined it; again, it was doused with female ejaculation. Unlike Lucy, though, I had properly squirted. Some had landed on her stomach and her thighs, and some stained the sheets of the bed before.

After I had squirted, I felt empty. Lucy climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Then, she lay beside me, and we fell asleep.

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Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed into a variety of activities designed to turn her into a cock-serving slut, including conditioning at the sinister Mayim Clinic, work as a prostitute, and a demeaning sexual relationship with her manager at her day job, Alistair. Addicted now to both the taste of cum and to sexually abusing her lesbian girlfriend, Laura slips further into degradation…

Chapter 27
LAURA THE WHORE

The Mayim Clinic’s next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it.

When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn’t strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance.

Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day.

“Laura,” asked Amy after a while. “Are you a good little hetero yet?”

Laura moaned. She didn’t know how to answer. She wasn’t heterosexual. She was a lesbian. Her cunt squeezed Roy’s cock unhappily.

Roy slapped Laura across the face hard. “Answer Amy.”

Amy repeated herself, “Are you a good little hetero yet?”

Laura moaned again, but she answered. “No… I’m a lesbian….”

Amy moved closer and stroked Laura’s cheek. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?”

“No,” moaned Laura.

Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?”

“No!” protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.

Laura didn’t want to say yes. It wasn’t the truth. She wanted to go back to being a non-slutty lesbian who loved her girlfriend. Only… was there such a thing as a non-slutty lesbian? She remembered wanting to lick pussy all the time. She remembered how she had cum from Erica’s tongue. Surely she had been slutty to want that? She was finding it hard to remember what things had been like before her blackmail.

Amy was waiting for an answer. Laura didn’t want to get slapped again. “Yes,” she said.

“Answer in a full sentence, Laura,” Amy chided her.

Laura tried to think. It was hard to think on the aphrodisiacs. It was hard to think with a cock in her cunt. “Yes, I want to be a heterosexual,” she said. “I want to be a good little heterosexual.”

“And are good heterosexual girls wet and ready to be fucked by men?” Amy asked.

“Yes,” Laura said. It sounded right. She wished Roy would hurry up and fuck her harder so she could cum. He was pounding her so agonisingly slowly. She remembered she was supposed to use full sentences. “Good heterosexual girls are wet and ready to be fucked by men.”

“And are you always a good heterosexual girl?”

Laura wished Amy would stop asking her questions. She found it so hard to think of the answers. A good heterosexual girl? What did that mean? Oh – good girls were wet and ready to be fucked. Was she a good girl? She was wet so often recently. But not all the time. Sometimes she was dry.

“No,” she answered. “I’m not a good girl. I’m not always wet and ready to be fucked.”

“Well, we want to help you with that, Laura,” said Amy. She paused, because at that moment she saw Laura was approaching orgasm. Laura started to buck her hips against Roy and moan – she wanted to cum. But in response, Roy stepped back and pulled his cock out of Laura’s twat. Laura squealed in frustration and looked at Roy longingly. Why wouldn’t he let her cum?

Roy watched her for long minutes, until she had calmed down, dropped back from the edge of orgasm, and then he stuck his cock back in her and continued slowly fucking. Laura made a long slutty moan.

“We want to help you,” repeated Amy. “But only if you ask. A good slut is wet all the time, so what we want to do is change your collar to give you a shock any time you’re not wet. Just a little buzz at first, to remind you, but then progressively more painful shocks if you don’t do something about it. The chip in your cunt can read your arousal – it knows. It’ll just get you into the habit of playing with your cunt any time you’re not horny – even in your sleep.”

Laura didn’t understand at first, and then the idea began to sink in. No – that was awful. She wouldn’t be able to maintain even her semblance of a normal life if she was horny all the time. She knew what she was like when her cunt was wet – she made stupid decisions and thought with her twat. She would humiliate herself everywhere. She couldn’t allow this. She struggled, but with Roy fucking her, her conditioning made her unable to escape.

“Won’t it be nice, Laura? You’ll be this horny and slutty and dumb all the time. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn’t fuck them. Won’t you love that?”

Laura moaned again. No, she didn’t love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn’t Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder….

Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking.

“Now, we wouldn’t do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask for it. You have to beg for it, in fact, so we know you’re certain.”

Laura felt relieved. There was no way she would beg for her life to be destroyed in that way.

“But you need to know this, Laura. Roy is going to fuck you like this all night, for hours, without letting you cum. Just exactly like this. Although, maybe, if you beg hard enough for our new treatment, he *might* take mercy on you. Although I’m sure that won’t motivate you – what kind of lesbian would beg to be shocked when she’s not wet just so she can cum on a man’s dick?”

Laura felt her heart sink. She knew what kind of lesbian – the kind that she was. She couldn’t control herself on the aphrodisiacs, and if Roy kept teasing her cunt with his cock she knew she was going to be a colossal slut and beg for the shocks in order to cum.

And that was exactly what happened. It took two hours, but in the end Laura begged to have her right to a dry cunt taken away from her.

She tried to resist, of course. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. She tried to think of un-sexy things, but it was hard now to think of anything in her life that wasn’t touched by her sexual activity. She tried to remember how unattracted to men she was, how she hated them, but her mind just kept shifting to thoughts of cocks, of being raped by cocks, of sucking on cocks, and her cunt bucked happily against Roy’s dick in response.

After 45 minutes, Amy offered Laura some help – a painful metal clamp on her clitoris. Laura accepted it, hoping it would stop her arousal. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. A half-hour later, Amy took it off again, and the pain of it coming off and letting blood back into her clit was a million times worse than it being on. Laura cried and screamed but when Amy offered her the same clamp on both of her nipples Laura said yes to that as well. She was desperate to try anything to help her control herself. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura’s orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.

By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn’t even realise what she was saying at first – mumbling, almost incoherent. “Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. Please let me cum. I’m such a slut. Shock my fuckhandles. Shock my sluthole. Please hurt me. Please fuck me. Please.”

She only understood what she was saying when she heard Amy laughing – a high-pitched, cruel laugh, a laugh that made Laura feel stupid and small. She knew why Amy was laughing – Laura was saying a stupid, slutty thing. She was thinking with her twat like a stupid lesbian cow. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to cum.

“Say it clearly, Laura,” Amy said. “Say what you want.”

Laura used the last of her brainpower to arrange the words. “Please make my collar shock me if my stupid cunt isn’t wet, Amy. Please. Please.”

“Good girl,” said Amy, and stroked Laura’s hair. “Okay, Roy. Give her her fun.”

Roy sighed with pleasure, eager to cum himself. He looked in Laura’s eyes and began to fuck her harder. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm.

Just as Laura was on the verge of cumming, Roy ripped both clamps off Laura’s nipples, and then slapped her hard in the face.

The pain over-rode everything else. Laura didn’t even understand the sensations of her orgasm – they mixed with the agony in her boobs and the shock to her face into one big, confusing nervous shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she would have fallen if Roy weren’t pinning her to the wall.

She felt Roy shudder and start to ejaculate into her, his sperm filling her womb. He held her there until his own orgasm had passed, and then let her drop to the ground. She lay there, naked, shuddering.

Amy knelt next to Laura and made a few adjustments to Laura’s collar. “There you go,” she said. “All ready for your new life.”

Laura knew the words she had to say. “Thank you Roy. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for cumming in my fuckhole. Thank you for slapping me. Thank you Amy. Thank you for putting clips on my clit and on my nipples. Thank you for hurting my slutty cum-tunnel and my big whore-balloons. Thank you for making me need to stay wet all the time now. Thank you for helping me be a good little heterosexual slut.”

And she felt it. She felt actual gratitude. Of course she was grateful to these people, because otherwise Laura was an unbelievably stupid person for letting them do these things to her. She must have wanted them. And she must be grateful to have them done to her.

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Laura cried hard when she came down from her arousal high – but she didn’t cry too hard, because of course she didn’t come all the way down. Her pussy started feeling dry on the drive home, and the chips in her tits and cunt gave her a little warning buzz, and Laura’s hand dipped to her cunt and started to massage it to keep herself aroused.

Roy had smiled as he’d told Laura how she’d need to behave to get through her new conditioning. She’d need to drink a lot to keep her body hydrated – her cunt would use up a lot of moisture – and of course she’d have to piss a lot more as a result. She’d need to learn to piss while aroused, if she couldn’t do it already. (Laura could – she’d pissed into Erica’s mouth during sex enough times by now.) She could get a little help from her aphrodisiacs, but it wasn’t safe for her to take them around the clock, so most of the time Laura would be getting horny without drugs. She might want to sleep with a vibrator inside her to stay wet overnight, but Roy suggested she’d be better off just being woken by the shocks a few times and soon enough she’d learn to masturbate herself in her sleep.

The worst bit was that Roy assured her that being horny all the time would have a lasting effect on her brain. It would impair her ability to concentrate, even while dry, and rewire her to put thoughts of arousal into her mind even when doing something unrelated. She would be measurably dumber, and more focused on sensation and less on social propriety. In Roy’s words, it would “bring out the real Laura”. It frightened and upset Laura to be told so openly how her brain was being changed but there was nothing she could do about it.

And Roy was right. For the length of her blackmailing, Laura was never again able to think just with her brain. Part of every decision was made by her pulsing, dripping, needy twat.

Laura did indeed learn to masturbate in her sleep, although for her first few nights she made Erica stay awake, licking Laura’s pussy, to keep her wet all night long. Laura’s dreams were filled with erotic and degrading images, and Laura never really got a full night’s sleep, which made it even harder to think clearly during the day.

At home Laura would always sit on a dildo and bounce rhythmically to keep herself aroused. When out and about, she would find places to hike up her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties. If she felt herself getting dry at times when she couldn’t get away to masturbate, she would blank out and concentrate on her sluttiest thoughts.

Those around her couldn’t help but notice Laura was constantly flushed, sweaty, and reeking of sex pheromones. Her nipples were constantly erect, poking through her blouse, and her face was vacant and distracted. Few said anything, but gradually any remaining respect for Laura as a woman, a friend or a coworker in those she knew vanished. Consciously or not, they recognised her as a slut.

Laura barely noticed. She found it harder and harder to concentrate or care about what others were thinking about her. She spent more of every day thinking about her cunt, and how to please it.

She orgasmed much more often now, of course. She also pissed more, as Roy had warned, linked to her increased water intake. At work she would piss into Candy’s mouth, and have the big-titted bitch lick her to an orgasm afterwards. At home she sometimes pissed in Erica’s mouth, or sometimes pissed while lying on her back in the garden, rubbing her cunt, not caring who saw her. With her head full of arousal, she found it hard to plan for her constantly full bladder, and wet herself occasionally, filling her panties with piss and letting it run down her legs as she blushed.

At the Pretty Titty, Laura completed her transition to being a professional whore. She didn’t wait tables anymore – constantly aroused, she was just too stupid to do the job well. Edgar kept her in the back rooms, naked, being raped by a procession of strangers for money. In between tricks, Laura crawled out onto the stage to lick cunts and masturbate in front of a crowd.

Laura’s customers used condoms, as was the practice at the Pretty Titty, and Laura was supposed to dispose of them afterwards, but more and more Laura found herself keeping the condoms. Sometimes she would drink from them directly after the client had gone, swallowing the delicious sperm, but other times she would take them home to supplement Erica’s bounty, giving her more cum to drink, to smear on her breasts, to put on her food, to push up Erica’s twat as she finger-fucked her beautiful abused slave girlfriend in front of the open window to the street.

The Mayim Clinic set homework – each day Laura was supposed to take an IQ test on her computer, allegedly for the Clinic’s records but mostly to reinforce to Laura the effect her arousal was having on her brain. A despairing Laura watched her results diminish slowly, day after day, as she found it harder to harder to think about the questions she was being asked through the haze of slutty thoughts. She cried and masturbated as she watched herself getting dumber. After a week she stopped taking the test altogether, being unable to complete it without becoming distracted and browsing for pictures of big-titted girls giving blowjobs.

At the end of the first week Michael came round to visit. Laura gave up all pretence of trying to act normal around him. She had been lost in a haze of slutty thoughts all day. When he arrived she greeted him naked at the door, hugging him tightly and wrapping her legs around him. She led him to the lounge, where she pulled him down on top of her, freeing his cock from his pants and guiding it into her cunt. She sighed blissfully as Michael began to fuck her, and kissed him on the lips (“like a good hetero slut”, her mind thought). She bucked against him until he ejaculated into her womb, then transferred as much of his cum as possible to her mouth.

Then she licked and kissed him until he got hard again, and guided him to the bedroom, where Erica was tied up. Laura had made no attempt to make Erica wet today, and she used her own cunt juices to lubricate her girlfriend for Michael’s cock. Michael no longer saw the girls as his friends, but rather as his fucktoys, and Erica’s now-obvious lack of consent didn’t bother him. He blissfully raped Erica’s cunt as Erica cried, and when he came, Laura sucked his dick clean and then licked out her girlfriend’s twat. Laura then showed him how Erica could be made to drink piss, and Michael, blushing, experimented with using the lesbian as his toilet. Laura watched in horny stupid satisfaction as her friend pissed in her crying girlfriend’s mouth, rubbing her pussy idly the whole time. Afterwards she let Michael watch her piss into Erica’s mouth as well. Michael took photos, but Laura didn’t care. He left the girls some money and promised to come back to fuck them again.

(To be continued…)

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A group of people learn dirty things, and then fuck…

Dark Recesses: Sinful Six

Preface

What follows is a story of excess. It’s raunchy, incestuous, and parts of it are downright depraved. But thankfully, it’s my story, and it’s a representation of the dirty visions that are playing in my head. But before you continue on to my “dirty, word movie,” know this: I’m not an editor, and I’m not and English major. That’s no excuse for laziness but I do try and write everything I write good (yes, I know). So, if you’re not bothered by some incorrectly placed punctuation, or maybe even a mistake or two, or three, or more, depending on how drunk I am, please enjoy, and please vote and comment. I love the feedback!

As far as a part two… Well I don’t rightly know… But for now, just enjoy the goddamn story!

I

Lena Denson, 45yo, white female, 5’06, 135lbs, 34Bx27x37; brown eyes, and short, spiky hair was bored was ready to go home after being at work less than an hour. She worked the graveyard shift, and since it was a Tuesday night, she was sure that the hours were going to move as quickly as the hot dog rollers that were sweating juices from weenies at that very moment not two feet from her. She was working with Tawny Hobbs, 28yo white female, 5’02, 160lbs, 38Dx38x48, with blue eyes, and long, mid-back length hair that she regularly bleached blonde. She had a pretty face, and a decent enough personality.

Usually, when Lena and Tawny work together, and it’s a slow night, they fooled around. Nothing too hot and heavy, but on a few occasions, they would each go down on each other in the back room. Each time Tawny ravaged Lena with her mouth, all she could think was that it was definitely better than the way her ex-husband did it. But then again, he never ate her out to begin with. Lena shivered as her thoughts washed over her, stimulating and moistening her pussy. She loved the taboo of the whole situation, and the added risk of getting caught. Tawny was the first woman that Lena had ever been with, and when Tawny put her mouth on Lena’s clit for the first time almost two years ago, she was hooked!

Lena and Tawny were not just coworkers and lovers. They were also close friends. So close that they had each had told the other their deepest and darkest secrets; things that they’ve never told another living soul. Lena told Tawny about her abusive husband, as well as the occasional lascivious thoughts she would sometimes find herself having about her son, Hank, who had just turned 16, and her daughter Haley, who was 17, but close to 18. Tawny, being the honest to goodness deviant slut that she was, told Lena that she thought her incestuous thoughts were hot, and even admitted to masturbating to the thought of all of them together. She told Lena on several occasions that she thought that her son and daughter were hot, and that if given the opportunity, she’d fuck them both. Tawny’s tawdry statements would usually lead to Lena calling her a “kinky whore,” or something along those lines, to which Tawny would often reply, “I know.”

Tawny Hobbs truly was a slut. She was a slut from a long line of sluts. She loved being a slut. She loved dick and she loved pussy, and she could not get enough of either no matter how hard she tried. Some nights it was with just one person; some nights it was with many. She was bisexual, obviously, and she enjoyed both men and women equally. She loved swallowing cum, and she loved having her ass fucked. She even loved having a cock in all three of her holes at the same time. She’s participated in orgies, gangbangs, and even an evening of bukkake with a close friend. That was one of her favorite nights actually. All of this, she has told Lena, and Lena does not judge her, and while she enjoys hearing about her experiences, she couldn’t imagine ever engaging in such scandalous things. She was satisfied with just her fantasies.

On the particularly boring Tuesday night that the two of them were working together, Tawny had goaded Lena into telling her again about her incestuous fantasies, requesting that she be as specific as possible. Lena did her best to accommodate her by telling the fantasy that reoccurred in the devious recesses of the most private parts of her mind. It was a very vivid image that Lena had told Tawny about. An image of her face in between her Haley’s firm thighs while Hank pummeled her from behind. Each time she would tell Tawny about one of her fantasies, Tawny would either end up with her hand in her panties, or the two would end up in the back room so Tawny could latch onto Lena’s clit. Sometimes they would even follow the other home.
This Tuesday night was different though… It was different because Andy had come in. Andy was 19, wet behind the ears, constantly horny, and since he was off that night and not the least bit tired, he decided to go by the Stop-Shop to see what his two favorite “in the middle of nowhere convenience store clerks” were up to on this balmy, August night. He also stopped by to see if maybe tonight was the night that he was going to get to opportunity to fuck one of them, or both of them if he was really lucky. He had known that the two of them sometimes fooled around in the store, and he was hoping that maybe they’d include him in some of the after midnight fun.

The clock on his car radio read 01:30 when he pulled up to the Stop-Shop, and before he walked in, he dabbed cologne all over himself before swaggering into the convenience store, already sporting a semi. He saw Tawny at the counter, looking down at her phone. She was wearing a blue shirt that was low-cut, and showed off as much of her cleavage that she could get away with showing at work. She looked up, and smiled when Andy walked in.

Andy has been coming into the Stop-Shop for months now, and for months he’s been flirting with both Tawny, and Lena; and both Tawny and Lena has told each other on several occasions that they’d like to see what he was packing, and how he used it; but it was just too fun to tease him. They talked about it every time he left the store though; about turning him out, especially Lena, who was old enough to be his mother. Andy walked around the store, pretending that he was going to buy something. All three of them knew why he was there though. He was there to flirt, and that was likely all he was going to do.

“Hey Andy,” Tawny said in a sultry voice. “What brings your fine ass in here this late?”

“Oh… Not much… Just bored and thought I’d take a little ride. Guess I just ended up here. Where’s Lena?” Andy approached the counter and leaned against it, stealing glances at Tawny’s cleavage, which was proudly on display.

“She’s in the back doing inventory. It’s been slow as hell tonight, and the two of us have been going crazy trying to find something to do so… Lena decided to work while I played around on my phone. Hell, you’re our first customer of the night!”

“Damn, that sucks,” said Andy, still stealthily looking at the dark crevice between Tawny’s pale, fleshy globes.
Tawny knew that he was staring at her tits, so she bent over the counter to give him a better look. “Well, at least you’re here.” She winked at him and a mischievous grin stretched across her pretty face.

“Hey Lena,” she yelled. “Andy’s here.”

“Ok,” Lena shouted back. “Hey Andy!”

“Hey,” he said.

Tawny watched Andy’s eyes watch her. It was obvious that he had more on his mind than purchasing chips and a drink. He looked so young, she thought. He was cute as fuck though; baby face, blue-green eyes, and short brown hair atop a lean, and still somewhat boyish frame. She saw a thick bulge in his pants and felt an itch in her panties. Deciding that she had flirted with him long enough, she got bold, and honest with him. She looked him in the eyes and said, So Andy… When you gonna come by my place and fuck me with that big cock of yours?” Her eyes left his and made their way to his growing erection.

“Anytime you want me to,” Andy replied, not skipping a beat to his own surprise, and hoping that the cracks in his voice didn’t give away the nervous excitement that he was feeling.

“Oh yeah? Well how about later on this morning when I get off of work?”

“Are you serious,” Andy asked, gulping loud enough for Lena to probably hear him.

“Yes, I’m serious! I get off at 8:00, so why don’t you come over around 9:00?” She bit her lower lip and looked down at his crotch again. It was still swelling in his loose fitting shorts, and Tawny was looking forward to seeing how much bigger she could make it.

“You’re fucking with me!”

“No!” Her smile was growing wider. “I’m not fucking with you! I do want to fuck you though! I want you to come by my house later on this morning and I want you to fuck my brains out!”

Lena was walking in from the back room when she heard Tawny propositioning Andy. ‘That fucking slut,’ she said to herself, smiling.

“Hey Lena… Andy’s gonna come over after my shift and fuck my brains out,” Tawny said as Lena walked back behind the counter and stood next to her.

“Sounds like fun,” Lena said in a light-hearted tone.

“I think it will be,” Tawny replied, while she looked at Andy’s crotch. She pointed to the impressive bulge in the front of Andy’s pants. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. Andy was now blushing like a schoolboy that had just been caught passing notes.

Tawny looked back to Lena, and the smiled when she saw where Lena’s eyes had drifted to. “You could join if you wanted to,” said Tawny, who was grinning like a deviant at a whorehouse.

“I’d love to but my kids are home, and it would—,”

“They can join too.”

Lena shot her eyes at Tawny, and Tawny saw the angry look on her face. She had gone too far. Tawny apologized with her eyes and said, “You can come over some other time then.” Lena said nothing, and looked over at Andy. Thankfully, he looked clueless, and in over his head in regards to the entire situation.
Andy told Tawny that he had to get going, but before he left, he asked her for her number. “So you can text me your address, and I can let you know when I’m on my way,” assured Andy. Tawny smiled, and told him to follow her into the back room so she could get a pen, which he did, like a puppy dog chasing after a treat.
Lena watched Tawny take him back to their spot, which was far enough to be out of sight of the front door, but close enough for Lena to see what they were doing. She watched as Andy pulled out his cellphone and type in her phone number. There was a look of confusion on his face, but it disappeared in an instant when Tawny fell to her knees in front of him. She undid his shorts, and in a swift motion, took Andy’s cock out. Lena sucked in a breath as she watched Tawny take Andy’s seven inch cock into her mouth so she could caress it with her tongue. Lena’s pussy began to tingle as Tawny expertly took every inch of his cock into her hungry mouth. But she took it out just as quickly, and gingerly put it back into his shorts. Andy groaned, and had a look on his face that almost made her want to go into the back room to finish him off herself. When his cock was fully put away, they both walked back towards the front of the store. Andy made a bee-line for the exit, telling them both that he’s see them later.

“Looking forward to it,” Tawny yelled out, but Andy didn’t turn around.

Lena, was dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed. She felt the wetness in her panties, and she knew that her rock hard nipples would be visible to anyone that looked at her chest. Tawny saw them and smiled, but did not comment. She walked back behind the counter and stood next to Lena. A devilish grin was plastered on her face as she went back to playing on her cell phone.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Lena exclaimed, still staring at Tawny in disbelief.

“Me neither to be completely honest with you,” Tawny admitted. She rubbed something off of her lip and then sucked on her finger. “His cock tasted really good though! And so did his precum! Mmm…,” she shivered. “There was a lot of it too!”

II

It was 8:30 in the morning and outside thermometers were already reading 75 degrees. Andy Jones, 19yo W/M, 6’00, 165lbs, slim build with some muscle. Brown hair and blue green eyes, barely slept a wink once he’d finally laid down, which seemed like hours after he had left the Stop-Shop. He couldn’t take his mind from the way Tawny’s mouth felt like wrapped around his cock. It had been torture keeping his hands off of it. Tawny forbade him to cum because, “I want a nice, fat, hot load of cum shot down my throat first thing when I get off of work in the morning… Then I’m gonna get off on that big dick of yours.” Her words had been running around his mind all night, and it was all that he had dreamed about when he had finally managed sleep.

Andy sent her a text at 8:45, asking if she still wanted him to come over. She texted him back immediately with her address, and the words, “GET OVER HERE! I’M THIRSTY! ;)” Andy needed no further instructions. He hopped into his car and raced to her house, which thankfully was only about ten minutes from his own place.

Tawny’s house was small, but nice, and it was obvious that she took pride in it. Andy got out of his car and made his way to her front door. He knocked, and someone that was not Tawny, answered the door.

“You must be Andy,” the jovial voice declared. “I’m Tammy, Tawny’s Momma. Come on in!”

Andy was caught off guard. ‘Tawny still lives with her mom,’ he thought to himself.
He stepped into the house, and then took a second to look at the woman. Tammy could’ve passed for Tawny’s sister. The only difference between the two, aside from a few obvious years of age, was the size of Tammy’s tits. They were massive! And the only thing on her that seemed to be bigger than the glorious pair of globes, was her smile. Andy immediately realized that she was not wearing a bra under her tattered, threadbare nightshirt because her tits were sitting naturally against her chest, and they sagged somewhat. Her extra-large, and extra-hard nipples were standing out like garrison flags. They were surrounded by dark areolas that were visible to Andy’s curious, inquisitive, and lusting eyes.

“Um… Hello Tammy,” he said finally. “How are you doing this morning?” He cleared his throat.

“I’m well,” she said. “Just had my first cup of coffee and now…” She paused. “Well now I’ve got me a handsome lookin’ man in my house!” Tammy gave him a once over. He looked nervous as hell.
“No need to be shy darlin’,” Tammy said, closing the door behind him. “There’s no secrets in this house. And certainly no shyness!” She winked at Andy, and then locked the door. “Tawny is still in the shower. She should be out in a minute, but you’re more than welcome to have a seat and relax, and make yourself at home!”

“Thanks,” Andy said, still nervous, but strangely comforted by Tammy’s early morning enthusiasm.

“Tawny sure was right about you! You are a cutie!” She moved closer to Andy and he felt her hard nipple up against his bare arm. “She told me you had a big cock too. Big enough that I might want to steal you for myself,” she quipped, grazing her hand against the hardening shaft in Andy’s pants. “Or maybe I should join the two of you and show Tawny how to really please a man.” She started leaning forward to kiss him, but Andy didn’t know what to do.

“Mom,” Tawny yelled. “Leave him alone! He’s mine!” She walked over to where Andy and Tammy were standing. Her mother had already started in on him, she thought.

Tawny was clad only in a small towel that was quickly losing grip of Tawny’s damp body when she walked into the living room until finally, it fell, showing Andy everything that she was going to offer him in the coming hours. He looked at Tawny, and then at Tammy. Neither seemed phased by the sudden nakedness. He looked back to Tawny as she sauntered towards him, and her mother. Her tits were as perky as a girl ten years her junior, and they were capped with smallish, pierced nipples, and pink areolas the size of half dollars. Tammy’s pussy was shaved bare. It looked so smooth and inviting, and he couldn’t wait to bury his face in it.

“Go find your own man Mom,” Tawny exclaimed, grabbing Andy by the arm and pulling him away from Tammy.

“Can I have him when you’re done,” Tammy pleaded. She looked at Andy, whose attention was still on Tawny’s tantalizingly thick form, but knowing full well that it would soon go back to her daughter’s if she didn’t do something drastic. She decided to even the playing field, and in a swift motion, she lifted her night shirt over her head, giving Andy a front row view of her 42 year old body. She threw the night shirt onto the ground and put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight over to her left leg. Andy’s eyes bulged out of his head and he thought he was going to pop right then and there.

Like Tawny, Tammy was a big, beautiful woman, complete with thick thighs, a large, rounded ass, a set of wide hips that flared out far more than her waist, and a belly that, to Andy, was not at all unappealing. But unlike Tawny, Tammy’s tits were gigantic, and capped with nipples that were easily three quarters of an inch long. Her prickly areolas were as big around as bottoms of coke cans, and were so pink, that they were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her pale, white skin. Andy looked further down to the patch of light brown hair that was between Tammy’s thighs, and Tammy commented. “Oh, don’t worry sugar… That’ll be nice and bald before that big cock of yours comes near it! And you can trust me on that!”

“You’re such a fucking slut, Mom,” said Tammy in a serious tone. But she was still smiling, and looking at her mother’s nude body. Then she looked at Andy who was looking back at her once more and said, “See what I gotta deal with! Every time I bring a man or a woman home with me, and this horny bitch is home, I gotta compete with her!”

Finally breaking his silence, Andy gulped and said, “So I guess this isn’t the first time something like this has happened?” He smiled nervously.

“No, it isn’t,” Tawny said, cutting her eyes at Tammy, who was looking at Andy with lust in her eyes. “My horny-ass mother thinks that I should share more, but I have a tendency to be a little selfish when I bring someone home to fuck. That’s why I usually make sure that she’s gone, but since you’re sort of a last minute type deal… I didn’t have time to get her out of the house.”

Andy thought that his cock was going to explode. Both Tawny and Tammy were now at his side, stroking and caressing their hands all over his body and making sure to focus most of their attention to his groin region. He watched both of them as they each shifted their glances from him, to each other.

“Tell you what…,” Tawny said. “I’m in a pretty good mood this morning so…,” she paused again, and then looked at Andy. He had a knowing grin on his face. Tammy shook her head, looked down at the floor and then asked, “If you’re up for it, can my mom use you when I’m done?”

III

It was 08:15 in the morning when Lena Denson got home after her long shift at the Stop-shop. After opening the door, she dropped her keys on the kitchen table and then went straight to her liquor cabinet. She felt a little guilty for pouring a shot 15 minutes after eight in the morning, but after the night she had just had, she’d earned it. She took three shots total of vodka, and then put the bottle back in the cabinet. She pulled a beer from the fridge and then went to her room as the events of her shift drifted through her conscious mind.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked out of her bathroom drying her short, brown hair with a towel. It was her routine every morning after work. Take a boiling hot shower to help wash away all the tension that had built up in her sore muscles the night before, and then slip into bed to drift off to sleep.

She threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper, and then walked over to her bed. The cool sheets felt good on her nude body, and she closed her eyes, hoping that the alcohol would help her drift off to sleep while slowly cleansing her mind of the evening’s thoughts. But she wasn’t that lucky. Images of Andy’s cock sliding into Tawny’s mouth dominated the space between her ears, and she couldn’t seem to push them out.

She was jealous of Tawny; the dirty little slut. Jealous that she was getting to take first crack at Andy instead of her. It’s her own fault though, she thought. She could’ve easily stepped in and took him from her, and Tawny would’ve let her have him. She might’ve been a slut, but she wasn’t greedy, and by no means vindictive when it came to sex. She just happened to get at him first. She just didn’t know why she lied to them both; why she told them that her kids were going to be home when she knew that they weren’t. They had already texted her earlier that evening, telling her that they were going to be staying over at their friend’s houses. Maybe it was because she wanted to be alone with her thoughts, or because she knew that if she went over to Tawny’s, the subject of her kids would’ve been brought up, and she wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that about her.

Her thoughts inadvertently shifted to Hank and Hayley, and the fantasy that had been recurring in her mind for months now. The image was clear in her head now: her son’s thick cock—almost as thick as Andy’s—pressing against her bare cunt from behind as she kissed her daughter’s upper thighs. She could almost feel the heat coming from Hayley’s shaved, tight little twat. Lena’s right hand gravitated to her own sex, and she rubbed herself gently. Her freshly shaved lips felt so good against the sensitive pads of her fingertips. “God, I’m so fucking horny,” she said aloud. The tuft of hair that was above her swollen pussy tickled her wrist, and she pulled away briefly. ‘Probably shoulda’ shaved the whole thing I guess,’ she thought. She reached over to her nightstand and opened the small drawer to retrieve her “husband” as she called it. She shouldn’t have though. Unlike her husband, this thing was dependable, and useful, and it knew how to make her scream. She twisted the bottom of the small, phallic toy, and it whirred to life. She brought it down to her folds and rubbed it up and down her bare pussy.

Lena spent the next few minutes teasing her clit while she pinched her wrinkled nipples. Thoughts of Hayley, Hank, Andy and Tawny blew through her mind like a tornado, and she wished that the fivesome was in full force on her bed right now. Lena wondered what it would feel like to take both her son’s, and Andy’s cocks at the same time. She wondered if they would even fit in both of her holes at the same time. Tawny always told her that double penetration felt like nothing else she had ever experienced but, aside from Tawny’s finger in her ass, there hasn’t been much else. ‘Maybe if I was high,’ she thought as the little pink toy penetrated her pussy. It was slow at first, and the hand that was teasing her nipples had drifted towards her engorged clit, taking the place of her toy. She rubbed it gently as she fucked herself. Her thoughts were too vivid, and her fantasies too real. She wasn’t going to last long. Now her son was burying his cock deep inside of her while her daughter sat on her face, grinding her wet cunt lips across her face.

Lena’s family was an open one, and her son and daughter talked to her often about anything and everything, and that included sex. Clothes were also fairly optional in the Denson house, which definitely did not help assuage Lena’s sexual desires. She wondered if either one of them had ever caught her staring. They were by no means virgins, and Lena had even had the suspicion that both of her children were bisexual.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as her orgasm approached. “Fuck me Hank! Fuck me with that big cock and fill my pussy up. God it’s so deep! Your cock is so deep in my tight pussy! Fuck me baby! Fuck Mommy and make her cum!”

The images got more and more vivid. She and Haley each had their faces buried in the other’s wet snatch. Hayley was on top of her while Hank fucked her from behind. Hard… He’s yelling that he’s about to cum. Hayley moans into her mother’s cunt and then pulls away.

“Fill me up, Hank! Fill me up so Mom can lick it out of me! Do it,” she yelled as Hank buried his cock inside of her so he could let loose.

Lena’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking her son’s cum out of her daughter’s freshly-fucked cunt, and her mind goes blank as her orgasm rushes over her body. She convulsed in wave after wave of pleasures and screams. “Ohhhhh Fuuuuuck,” she hollers as her pussy spasms. It took several minutes for Lena to catch her breath as she silently thanks god that her kids weren’t there to learn that their mother was a screamer.

Her eyes were already starting to get heavy when she finally mustered up the strength to put her “husband” back into her nightstand. She made a mental note to clean her cum off of it when she woke up in a few hours. Sighing, she rolled over onto her side and then yawned. Sleep was slowly taking over. She closed her eyes, but then they immediately popped back open. The floor outside of her bedroom creaked, and she lifted her head off of the pillow to see if anyone was there.

“Mom,” Are you ok,” her daughter asked in a frightful tone. Lena thought that she had died.

“I didn’t know you were home,” she said in a hushed voice. “I… I thought that you were stayin’ at a friend’s house.”

“I was… But then I changed my mind, so I had Sarah’s mom bring me home. Guess I got a little homesick for some reason.”

Lena smiled at her daughter. She was so sweet, and so beautiful. There weren’t enough endearing words in the English language to express the love she had for her. She looked like a younger, slimmer, blonder version of herself. Hayley was the total package, and here she was, at Lena’s door clad only in a night shirt that was short enough to expose her bare pussy to her mother’s hungry eyes. ‘Why isn’t she wearing any panties?’

“Are you ok Mom,” she asked again. “I was sleeping when all of the sudden I heard screams coming from your bedroom. Then I heard you yell some… Things… I thought something was wrong but then… But then I realized that you were moaning and well… I guess I just wanted to make sure that’s what was happening.” She and her mother blushed beet red. “I didn’t interrupt you did I,” she asked coyly.

“No honey,” Lena said in an even, motherly tone.

“What were you doing,” she asked, but only semi-rhetorically.

“Well honey…,” Lena stammered. “I was uh… I was having some… Alone time… But I didn’t know that anyone was home… Otherwise I would’ve been a little quieter.”

“Mom?”

“Yeah sweetheart?”
“Why did you yell out Hank’s name?”

IV

“Oh god Andy, please say yes,” Tammy begged, trying to slide her hand into his shorts, but Tawny smacked it away just before she could slip reach his belt.

“Don’t pressure him Mom,” protested Tammy, who was busy replacing her mother’s hand with her own. But her hand wouldn’t fit under Andy’s tightly belted cargo shorts. “Why are you even wearing a belt,” she asked as she started to undo it.

“Because these shorts are kinda big on me,” Andy replied above jerking hips as Tawny ripped the belt from them.

“Well, you’re not gonna need these shorts for the next few hours,” said Tawny, who was unbuttoning them as if they were on fire, and absolutely had to come off at that very second.

“Or the shirt… You’re not going to need that either so that can go to.” She motioned for him to remove the shirt and he did. “The belt though… You might need that…” She stopped what she was doing as a pouty look crossed her face. She put her index finger on her bottom lip, and said, “I can be a bad, bad girl… So you might need that to discipline me.

Tawny finally got the button undone and then pulled down the zipper. She could see his bare, rock-hard cockflesh underneath the khaki material. “He’s not even wearing underwear Mom. He came prepared.” She let go of his shorts but they were being held up by his dick, so she grabbed them and pulled them down. Andy’s 7 ½ inch cock briefly pointed towards the ground, and the jerked back up. It stood proudly, and horizontally from the rest of his body. He had shaved almost all of the hair off, leaving only a small patch of trimmed hair above his engorged shaft. Tawny looked at it with an approving smile.

“Goddam that’s a yummy looking cock,” Tammy said, falling to her knees in front of Andy. She grabbed it with her right hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth but her daughter pushed her away, just as her tongue was about to taste the precum-covered tip.

“No Mom! That was not the arrangement. I told you that when I was done, you could have him.” Tawny grabbed Andy’s cock and pulled him into her room, closing the door behind her. Seconds later, she opened again. She walked into the living room and grabbed the belt, and then turned back around. The door slammed shut, but it did not lock.

“Slut,” Tammy mumbled under her breath. “I’ll show her.” She walked to the opposite end of the house where her room was, and closed her own door.
“Get on the bed,” Tawny demanded. She walked in behind him and closed the door. Andy obeyed, and fell backwards onto the queen-sized bed. Tawny joined him, but instead of falling on the bed like Andy, she crawled slowly onto the mattress; starting at his feet. She kissed his calves, and then his knees. She watched him watching her as her lips crept closer, and closer to where he wanted them to be, his cock.

“Did you do what I asked you to do Andy,” she asked, stopping at his right thigh. She was looking into his eyes.

“I didn’t touch… All night long… I wanted to so bad though… And now I feel like I’m going to pop the minute you touch it!”

“That’s ok, baby. That’s what I want you to do! I want you to pump your hot load down my throat nice and quick. Then I’ll suck on it some more until it’s nice and hard again.”

“Then I’m gonna fuck…” She started to move up him again.

“Your…” She was getting close to his red hot shaft and Andy could feel her warm breath on the underside of his engorged shaft.

“Brains out…”

Andy let out a deep sigh of pleasure as the bulbous head of his cock disappeared into her wet mouth. He felt her tongue slide all around the top of his shaft, gathering all of the precum that had oozed form his cock since she’d stripped off his shorts. She moaned, and Andy could hear what sounded like swallowing noised, which led him to assume that she was savoring the flavor of his juices.

“Oh my god,” he gasped. “Tawny that feels so fucking good! I don’t know how long I’m gonna last!”

More of her mouth sank onto his cock, and he was starting to think that she was going to try and take the whole thing into her mouth like she’d done last night, but then she pulled her head back up and his cock fell out of her mouth.

“Are you gonna give me that big load of cum I know you’ve got in these big, heavy balls?” Her hand cupped his sack, and she massaged it gently as her mouth reattached to his glans. She was taking most of his cock now, and Andy was doing everything that he could to hold on just a little longer so he could keep enjoying the ecstatic insanity of the situation that he was currently in. His steely cock was in the mouth of a woman that he barely knew. And evidently, when he was done, if he still had a pulse, he was going to fuck another woman that he barely knew. Her mother… Andy’s thoughts went to Tammy. He thought of the way she looked after ripping her shirt off. She looked like an older version of the pornstar Bunny De La Cruz. She had the tits too. Oh god did she have the tits! Hell they might’ve even been bigger than Bunny’s!
Tawny’s mouth came off of his cock again with a loud ‘plop,’ and with her right hand she started to stroke it slowly. “You’re lasting longer than I thought,” she commented, and then licked from his balls to his shaft, making sure to wet every inch of him that she could. “I’ve been at it for almost five minutes and you still haven’t blown your load!” She licked it again. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

Andy’s mind had wandered off to the fight that he’d witnessed before coming into Tawny’s room. Was he really going to get to fuck them both on the same day?

“What are you thinking about up there?”

“Nothing,” he said, snapping out of his reverie. “Just hope that I can make you…” He paused. “And your mom happy.” She let go of his cock and then crawled up the bed slowly, and when their faces were at the same level, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Andy could taste what he guessed to be his cock, but he didn’t mind it all that much. He leaned into her and she relented, and laid on her back. His hand made a beeline to her D Cups. He squeezed, and kneaded her right tit, stopping only to pinch her taut, pierced nipple until she pulled away from his lips.

“Andy,” she said, as her hand fell to his cock. She started stroking it again and said, “I’ve been sucking and playing with your cock now for over five minutes, and you still haven’t cum yet.”

Andy wasn’t sure how to respond. “I’m sorry,” he said slowly.

“It’s making me think two things… Either I suck at sucking cock… Which I know I don’t. Or you’ve got some hella stamina…”

“Well I do jerk off a lot,” he admitted, and then his face turned beet red when he realized what he had just said.

“Look… You’ve got nothing to worry about except pleasing me. And then maybe my mom can have you when I’m done.” She winked at him, gave him another kiss and then said, ”Besides… If I know my mother, and trust me, I do… You’ll probably be getting a two for one deal.”

Another look of confusion washed over him as she made her way back to his cock.

Tammy Hobbs, 42 year old white female, 5’01, 170lbs, was thickly built like her daughter, but with measurements of 36JJx35x45, her figure was closer to that of an hourglass. She had only a slight tummy, and luminescent, bleach blonde hair that fell to her mid back. In short, she was built like a BBW pornstar.

Tammy closed her bedroom door, walked to her bathroom, and then immediately turned on the shower on. She jumped in, not even bothering with letting the water heat up. She wanted to get ready, and quick. She washed her body with fervor, making sure to get all the areas that she planned for Andy to have his mouth on—and his cock —in as thoroughly as she could.

Once she was satisfied that she was as clean as she could be, she grabbed a razor and shaved her cunt bald. Even before her shower her pussy was soaking wet. But then again, it usually stayed that way, but now she was absolutely dripping. She pulled the fleshy lips apart to expose her engorged clit to the cascade of warm water coming from the shower head. A wave of pleasure let loose throughout her body, and she shivered in anticipation of things to come. Tammy Hobbs loved her clit; she loved it because was large, and it stuck out at least a half inch, and it was sensitive. So very sensitive…

Tammy was out of the shower and dry in record time. She stood in front of her closet, looking for something to wear because she wanted to stand out; she wanted to make an impression with Andy so he would, hopefully, pay her some much needed attention. She decided on a pair of black hold-up stockings and black five inch heels. She quickly put them on and then stood in front of the mirror. Now, she really did look like a pornstar; a PAWG pornstar, and satisfied that she was going to blow Andy’s mind, she walked towards her daughter’s room.

Tawny was stroking Andy’s cock while keeping her mouth on his head. She was sucking, bobbing and rolling her tongue around the bulbous head of Andy’s hard meat, only going down enough to take about an inch or so of his cock-shaft into her mouth. A mixture of spit, and precum collected around her lips as she slurped hard.

*Click, click, click.*

The sound of approaching heels.

*Click, click, click.*

Tawny looked up at Andy, who eyes were open wide. He heard them too. Her door opened with a flourish, and in walked her mom, clad in only thigh-highs and heels.

Tawny, who was also now looking at her, glared at her mother and said in a whisper, “Ever the overachiever.”

“Hope you saved some for me,” she said.

Andy looked like it was his mother that had just walked in instead of Tawny’s. He sat up and stared at Tammy who was standing at the door looking like a pornslut. “What the fuck is going on,” he said aloud. The two women looked at each other and then back towards him. They smiled at him, but his look of confusion remained. Tammy approached, and got down onto the bed next to her daughter. Their faces were level, and to Andy’s utter shock, they both leaned forward and kissed, and not in the way a mother and daughter typically kissed. This was loud, sloppy, and passionate. He watched in disbelief as their tongues entwined. He heard wet, sucking sounds as Tammy started to suck on her daughter’s tongue, as if she were trying to get whatever precum that had accumulated in Tawny’s mouth. Tawny moaned, and then they each pulled away simultaneously.

Tawny said, “I hope you’ve got a big load. Cuz’ now I guess I’ll be sharing it!”

“Goddamn right, you will be,” Tammy said, taking Andy’s cock from Tawny and plunging her mouth all the way down on it. Andy watched in amazement as every inch of his cock disappeared into Tammy’s mouth, and down her throat. He was now at a peak of lust and sexuality that he had not known existed twenty minutes ago.

“Get off of the bed and stand up,” Tawny ordered. She grabbed Andy’s hand and pulled him up. His cock plopped out of Tammy’s mouth and she groaned in disappointment. He got up off of the bed and onto wobbly legs. He fell back once, but then regained his balance—at least for the moment.

“Come on mom. Let’s get on our knees in front of him so we can both suck his cock and lick his balls.”

“Oh, fuck,” Andy said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t last five minutes in his current state of arousal.

Tawny and Tammy got down in front of him, and they each took turns sucking and slurping on his cock, and his balls until every inch of his crotch was covered in thick trails of spit. They stopped only to make out, or they did both at the same time, each taking a side of his cock between their lips and then moving up and down his shaft in depraved harmony. And when their tongues connected at the tip of his cock head, they’d kiss.

As each moment went by, and Andy got closer and closer to eminent release, the ladies, if one were willing to call them that, were now taking turns deep throating Andy. First, Tawny tried, and she managed to get two-thirds of his meat down her throat, but the she gagged and pulled back. A mixture of precum and saliva had formed a bridge between the head of his cock, and her lower lip, and she leaned forward to collect only to make an exaggerated gulping sound while looking directly into Andy’s eyes.

Next, Tammy gave it a try, and she succeeded. Several times… Andy couldn’t take it anymore. He was on the verge of one of the most—if not the most powerful orgasms of his entire life. Tammy looked so hot with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. He looked further down at her swinging tits and stone-hard nipples. He tried to reach for one, but then he felt her tongue lick, and slather his balls while entire 7 ½ inches was lodged completely down her throat, and it finally drove him over the edge.

“I’m getting close,” he said between labored breaths. “Oh fuck, I can’t hold back! Shit, here it comes!”

Tawny had to push her mother away to get her mouth around his cock first as the first jet of Andy’s load shot out of his throbbing cock. Tammy, being the loving mother that she was, decided to let her have the first few shots of Andy’s cum. She latched onto his ball sack though, and sucked on it as if she could get some of his cum that way as torrent after copious torrent of Andy’s nut shot into Tawny’s hungry mouth. It quickly overflowed, and his seed fell onto Tammy’s cheek. She pulled back, and greedily moved his load into her mouth with her index finger, savoring its salty, masculine taste. Tawny was moaning as Andy shot more and more of his cum into her mouth. She was trying desperately to keep as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was just too much. She swallowed some of it, and she also let some dribble out of her mouth so her mother could have some as well.

In total, six heavy blasts of cum flowed from Andy’s balls and into Tawny’s mouth, and when he was finally done, he pulled away so he could catch his breath. He fell back onto the bed in a sitting position so he could watch to see what was going to happen next. Tawny, who still had his cum in her mouth, opened up to show him what she’d managed to coax from his cock and balls. She looked over at Tammy who was licking her lips and hungrily awaiting Tawny’s incestuous, cum-filled kiss. Tawny and Tammy leaned in close once more, and then their mouths connected. ‘Holy fucking shit,’ Andy thought. ‘They’re sharing my cum! Christ, am I in a porno or something!’ He watched, mesmerized at the sight before him. Tammy and Tawny, mother and daughter that looked like they could’ve been sisters, were in the middle of a blasphemous embrace. Cum was dripping form their lips and onto their tits as they continued to kiss. Andy periodically heard gulping sounds as each woman swallowed what they could of his seed.

“Oh my god that is so fucking hot,” said Andy, whose cock that was rapidly coming back to life from an incredibly brief refractory period.

Finally, Tammy pulled away and looked at Andy. “Did you like that, sugar,” she asked, looking down at his cock while scooping remnants of his load from the corners of mouth. It was already hard again. Sucking sounds were coming from Tawny’s mouth. Andy looked down and saw that she’d latched onto her mother’s massive tit, sucking on it for all that she was worth while she shoveled all the cum that had fallen onto Tammy’s tit towards her needy, greedy mouth. She finally pulled away and then made contact with Andy, and then her mother.

“He’s hard again already,” she said in a shocked tone. Her hand was over her mother’s, helping her stroke Andy’s 7 ½ inch cock.

“What should we do with it now,” Tammy asked. She leaned in to kiss her daughter again. They frenched for a few moments and then Tawny pulled away. She made eye contact with her mom and then looked at Andy, and it looked to him that they were speaking without actually talking. Thy each smiled, and then looked back at Andy who was slowly stroking his slimy, spit-covered cock.

V

“Why did you yell out Hank’s name,” asked Hayley, who was walking into her mother’s room and towards the bed. She sat down, tucking one leg under the other, giving Lena a perfect view of her daughter’s hairless, 17 year old pussy.

“Well honey,” Lena gulped, “I guess Mommy just got a little carried away in her fantasies and well…”

“You mean you were fantasizing about Hank,” Hayley interrupted.

“Honey, I’m not sure if we should be talking about this.”

“But you said that we could talk to you about anything,” Hayley retorted. There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, and Lena knew that she wasn’t going to be able to dodge the question for very long, so she might as well clear the air with her daughter, and tell her about her mother’s lascivious imaginings.

“Hayley… You know that I love you and Hank very much. And I would never do anything to hurt either one of you. But lately, I’ve been having these… Thoughts…” She paused, and then looked at her daughter. Hayley was looking at her intensely. Lena looked down at her teenage daughter’s thin, spaghetti-strap top. It was thin. So thin that Hayley’s hard nipples could easily be made out by Lena’s hungry eyes.

“What kind of thoughts, Mom,” asked Hayley, who was following her mother’s eyes to see what they were looking at so intensely. ‘Is she staring at my tits,’ Hayley asked herself.

Lena took in a deep, nervous breath and exhaled. “I’ve been having…improper thoughts about the two of you. Thoughts that I’m ashamed of having. Thoughts that I should not be having. It’s just… Well…” Lena stopped again. “It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had a lover that I could enjoy and be with that… Well, I guess my mind is wandering to those who are closest to me. You and Hank… I’m sorry I’m such a terrible mother.”

“I don’t think that you’re a terrible mother. In fact…” It was Hayley’s turn to pause. “Well…” She cleared her throat.

“Just say it sweetheart. You can tell me anything.”

“Ok,” Hayley said, pausing once more. “I’ve also had some fantasies about Hank too.” She stopped, and then looked to her mother to see what her reaction would be. Acceptance… “I’ve also thought about you too.”

Hayley put her head down and looked at the floor. It was her turn to feel ashamed. She wondered if she’d said too much; or gone too far. It’d seemed like an hour since she had said what she had said, even though it was probably less than thirty seconds. But her mother had still said nothing to her.

“Do you think I’m a freak mom,” she asked in a meek tone.

“I don’t honey! Not at all! To be honest, I’m kind of glad that you admitted that because I was starting to think that there was something seriously wrong with me!”

“I don’t think so, Mom. I just think that you’re horny, and you’re looking for affection and attention. Attention that I know daddy never gave you.”

“You’re right honey but, this isn’t your problem. And even though you and I share similar fantasies, you shouldn’t have heard me earlier.”

“What’s the hurt, Mom? We’re both reasonable people. And I’m almost 18 so it’s not like I’m a kid or anything. Plus, I’ve had sex before. With guys and girls, so it’s not like any of this is new to me.”

“What are you saying Hayley,” asked Lena, who was starting to feel her juices drip from her cunt and onto the bed.

“I’m saying that if we’re both conscious enough of our fantasies, and open enough to admit to each other that we have such fantasies, why then should we not be able to explore and enjoy those fantasies?”

“I see the debate team has certainly paid off young lady,” Lena said, cracking a smile.

Hayley chuckled and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Lena and Hayley did not speak again for some time. They just stared into each other’s eyes, and tried to figure what the other was thinking. Hayley, who was bolder than her mother by far, moved closer to her while simultaneous untucking her leg. This gave Lena a better view of her pussy, but it was still dark in the room.

“Why don’t you turn on the light,” Hayley asked, and Lena reached over and switched on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. The light blinded her momentarily but when her eyes adjusted, her eyes fell to her daughter’s crotch, which was now completely unobstructed, and visibly moist. Lena involuntarily licked her lips at the sight of her daughter’s puffy pussy. It looked so fresh; like she’d just shaved it only moments ago. Lena wanted to reach for it; wanted to feel the heat that she knew was emanating from it.

“Do you like what you see, Mom,” Hayley asked, scooting even closer.

Lena gulped and muttered, “Yes.”

“You can touch it if you want,” Hayley said as she casually spread her legs even further apart.

“Oh my god,” Lena gasped. “We should not be doing this!”

Hayley looked into her mother’s eyes, and she could see the lust burning in them. “Why not, Mom? Why can’t we do this? We’re both consenting—“

“Hayley, you’re 17.”

“I’m old enough to know that I want to do this,” Hayley said, and then leaned forward, taking her mother’s lips with her own. They parted almost instantly, and they both began to gently make out, as new lovers would.

“We can’t be doing this,” Lena declared as she pulled away from her daughter, who took the brief intermission as an opportunity to remove her shirt.

“We can, Mom! I want to, and…” She stopped and moved her fingers under the covers so she could press them against her mother’s dripping cunt. “And from the feel of your wet pussy, you want to too.”

Lena was helpless. Her daughter was right. She did want this. She wanted to taste Hayley—for Hayley to taste her. She was beyond arousal, and too far gone to stop herself, or her 17 year old daughter. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to her daughter’s once more and they kissed. They were gentle at first, but when Hayley’s arms wrapped around Lena’s body, they both scooted closer to each other to the point that Lena’s own daughter was now laying on top of her. She could feel her teenage hands make beelines for Lena’s B cups that were presently capped with nipples hard enough to cut diamonds with.

“Oh,” she sighed. “That feels so good Hayley.

“I knew you’d like this,” Hayley said as she pinched her mom’s left nipple. It was the same nipple that she’d sucked on so many years ago, and she was getting ready to do it again.
Electricity shot through Lena the minute her daughter’s tongue connected with her rock hard nipple. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, and her hand made its way to the back of her daughter’s head, pushing her further into her chest. She could hear sucking noises, and she was already on the verge of cumming.

“Oh god, don’t stop, Hayley,” Lena begged, and her pleading was only greeted with moans as Hayley sucked, and chewed away on her nipple.

Finally, Hayley pulled away from her mother nipple and said, “Get on your back.” Lena complied, quickly laying down. Hayley shifted her body until her hairless, 17 year old cunt was directly above her mother’s quivering lips. It hit Lena, right then and there, that she was about to 69 with her own daughter. She had never been more turned on in her entire life.

“Oh fuck,” Lena yelled out in a guttural moan as her daughter’s lips connected to her hardened clit. She grabbed onto Hayley’s hips, and pushed them down until her face was flush with the bare lips of her daughter’s sex. She stuck her tongue out, tasting her for the first time. She tasted too feminine, so fresh. She fell in love immediately, and started to lap at her daughter’s pussy, causing Hayley to moan onto her mother’s clit.

It took mere seconds for Lena to cum on her daughter’s face, and Hayley did her best to lap up every ounce of creamy female cum that her mother had to offer while continuing to hum on her clit. Hayley was also on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her mother definitely knew what she was doing, and the simple fact that her mother was between her legs, eating her cunt, only added to the taboo of what happening.

“Oh god, Mommy! Make me cum! You’re tongue feels so good on my clit! Please don’t stop!”

Lena did not say anything. Instead, she continued eating out her daughter’s cunt until finally, a rush of teenage pussy juice washed over her face, and into her mouth. She was shocked by the volume at first, but did her best to take as much of her essence into her mouth as possible while listening to her only daughter scream in ecstasy.

“Oh my god that felt so fucking good,” Hayley gasped, rolling off of her mother. “Where did you learn to eat pussy so good Mom?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Lena replied, wiping her daughter’s excess juices from her face.

They both sat up on the bed, still reeling from what had just happened. Regret had not yet set in for either of them, but each hoped that it would not set in at all. What they’d just done felt so natural; like it was meant to happen.

Hayley turned over, and curled up next to her mother. “Thank you, Mommy,” she said, in a tone reminiscent of when she was younger.

“Thank you,” Lena replied.

They shared one more loving, passionate kiss, and their tongues mingled together as if they’d been doing so for years. They held each other as lovers would after a passionate session of lovemaking. Lena brought her lips to Hayley’s forehead, and kissed it gently. Shortly after, they both drifted off to sleep.

VI

“Oh god, yes, fuck me just like that! I’m gonna cum again! Shit Andy, you’re going to make me cum all over you cock again,” Tawny screamed as she rode him, bareback and cowgirl style. Her Mom, Tammy, was sitting on his face which, in turn, made moans into muffled, grunting noises that were vibrating against her clit as he ate her bald cunt for all he was worth.

“He eats it so good Tawny,” Tammy moaned. He’s making my pussy drool with his mouth. I’m close already! Are you close baby?”

“Yes Mommy,” Tawny said in a tone that Andy had never heard her speak in before. She sounded like a little girl. “I’m getting really close!” Her up and down motions on his cock started to increase in both speed and intensity. She was now slamming her pussy down onto his cock; impaling herself with it.

“Cum with me, Tawny,” Tammy moaned, and she leaned in to kiss her own daughter. “Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, mhmm,” she moaned into her mouth.

Andy felt Tawny’s pussy tighten around him, and then a sudden rush of fluids bathe his cock with orgasmic fury. He felt her cunt muscles milk him, and he could feel that it was getting to be his turn to be close. Only thing is that he didn’t know if Tawny was on the pill or not, and that, for a moment, scared the shit out of him. His thoughts of pregnancy were quickly dismissed by a second rush of juices; this time, from Tammy. Creamy girl cum oozed out of her cunt as she moaned into her daughter’s mouth with lustful abandon. It drove Andy over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and swell. Moaning into Tammy’s cunt, he released jet after jet of cum into Tawny’s pussy. He felt Tawny’s pussy clench around his cock once more.

“Fuck, Mommy, I’m cumming again,” Tawny screamed.

“Me too, baby! I don’t know what that pretty pussy of yours is doing to his cock, but it sure is making me moan right on my clit!”

Andy felt another sudden rush of female juices cover his face, and for a second, he was worried that he may not get a chance to breathe. The rest of his orgasm retook control of him, and he felt almost as if he were cumming a second time. He continued to let out deep, guttural groans into Tammy’s hairless pussy, and she kept grinding it against his mouth. He was on cloud nine at this point; a place that he’d never been with another person. But now, here he was. Not only there, but with two gorgeous BBWs that just so happened to be mother and daughter.

A minute later, all three lie on the bed with Andy in the middle. Each were desperately trying to catch their breath. Andy was the first, and when he finally managed a, “That was amazing,” both women giggled.

“Thank you,” they both said simultaneously, and still out of breath. “But we’re not done with you yet.”

“Well, I kinda figured,” Andy replied. “I mean, my cock is probably gonna be hard again in another ten minutes or so.”

“Well, my pussy is going to need a break after the fucking that you just gave me,” Tawny said, still half-breathless. “But, I’m sure Momma would be more than happy to take over.”

“I sure would, sugar,” she said, running her long, red fingernails against Andy’s cock. Shivers radiated from his spine, and he felt chill bumps from her touch. “But we should probably give this thing a lil’ rest. No point in pumping all that juice out of those big balls so quickly when we got all day.”

A brief moment of clarity to over Andy, and he sat up on the bed, and surveyed his surroundings. Tawny’s bedroom was neatly kept, and in spite of the queen size mattress being on the floor, the room was tastefully decorated. Definitely not what he’d expected, Andy thought. He got up off of the bed and stretched his sinewy body, while looking down at the women that he’d just fucked. They both looked so fucking hot. Blonde, big tits and asses, and plump bald pussies that drip for his cock. What else could he possibly want for?

“Would you mind if I got a glass of water,” Andy asked.

“Sure baby,” Tammy said with all the southern hospitality of a belle in heat. “The glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink.”

“Thank you,” Andy said, walking out of the bedroom, through the den, and into the kitchen. He looked where Tammy had told him he would find the glasses, and he pulled one out. He filled it with water and put the glass to his mouth. It was empty in less than twenty seconds. He poured another glass, and then gulped it down. After pouring a third, he took it back into the bedroom to see of Tawny and Tammy wanted anything to drink. When he waked into the room though, hydration became the last thing on his mind.

Tawny lie on her back on the bed with Tammy between her legs. He could hear a slurping sound as she cleaned her daughter’s pussy of his cum. His cock started to harden back to full staff at the sight of Tammy’s round ass sticking out, and inviting him to come and penetrate her succulent, juicy cunt. Her pussy looked so fat between her thighs, and her clit stood out at least a half inch. He got on the bed and leaned down to give it a gently lick. Tammy jerked, and lifted her head up.

“No sugar,” she said in a husky tone. “I don’t want you mouth. I want your cock in me.”

Andy brought his head up from Tammy sopping cunt, and he moved his abdomen closer to her rear end. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and he pushed in slowly. He heard Tammy suck in a breath, and say into Tawny’s cunt, “Fuck that feels good!” Andy pushed in further until he was balls deep inside of her. She was not as tight as her daughter, but she still had a more than enjoyable cunt. He slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, and then slowly pushed it back in, teasing her, and enticing her to beg him for more.

“Don’t tease me darlin’! Give me the fuckin’ you gave my baby girl,” she groaned, but Andy did not listen. Instead he continued his slow, rhythmic, penetrative movements. She moaned, and to Andy’s surprise she said, “Put one of your fingers in my ass, darlin’! Get it good and ready for your cock.”

Involuntarily, Andy’s hips started to move faster, and faster, in and out of Tammy, and his thumb, which had been lubricated with pussy juice, was now knuckle deep into her tight pucker. Tammy started to buck, and push herself into him as hard as she could. Andy tried to remain in control, but it was no use. He was so intoxicated by the raw taboo, and sexuality of the moment, that he’d a done anything at this point if they’d only asked.

After a few moments of slow, deep fucking that was steadily increasing in both speed and ferocity on Andy’s part, Tammy whimpered, “Put your cock in my ass darlin’! Please fuck my ass!” Quickly, she moved away from him and off of the bed, and with clicking heels, she left the bedroom.

“Where’s she goin’,” Andy asked as Tawny turned around until her face was directly under his swollen cock and balls.

“You’ll see,” she said, and then she took his shaft into her mouth and sucked. He shivered, and said, “You know, I really like that she’s wearing thigh highs. The heels are pretty hot too.” He grabbed onto her tits, pinching her nipples gently while she worked on his cock.

Tawny pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “Oh yeah? Well maybe me and Mommy can put on a little fashion show for ya’ after while.”

“I’d like that,” Andy said as he watched contentedly while his cock disappeared once more into Tawny’s wet, warm mouth. Then he heard the sound of clicking heels coming back into the room.

“Here,” Tammy said, as if in a rush. She threw a tube at him and said, “Slather this on your cock and then rub some on my asshole. Tawny, you stay the way you are cuz’ I’m gonna eat you out while Andy fucks my ass.”

“Yes ma’am,” Tawny said with subservience in her voice. She took one more long pull of his cock, and then waited for her mother to sit on her face.

Tammy positioned herself just as she was before she’d left. The only difference was that her daughter was under her instead of in front of her, and her mouth was already licking furiously at the inside of her thighs. “Now Andy…” Tammy paused for effect. “I want you to put your cock up my ass and fuck me darlin’. And I want you to fuck my ass good!”

Andy needed to hear nothing else. He positioned his lubed cock against the tight ring of Tammy’s forbidden hole, and he pressed forward, slightly at first. He felt a faint, popping sensation, and he watched the head of his cock disappear into her fleshy ring. A shiver ran through him at the sensation of fucking a woman’s ass for the first time in his young life.

“That’s it, baby,” Tammy moaned. “Put that fat cock up my tight ass. Put it all in me! Shove it in me! I want to feel you stretch my slutty ass while Tawny eats my cunt!”

Doing what he was told, Andy thrust all 7 ½ inches of his rigid cock deep into Tammy’s bowels while her very own daughter, Tawny, ate her out. She screamed out loud in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her back arched, and her long, damp, blonde locks seemed to shoot straight up, and then fall onto her back. Andy pulled out of her, fearing that he’d hurt her but Tammy yelled, “What are you doing? Put your cock back up my fucking ass and fuck me! God please fuck me!”

Andy pushed the head back up against her pucker once more, and he thrust forward; this time, meeting less resistance, until finally, all of his cock was up this MILF’s tight ass all over again. He grabbed onto her hips and started to fuck her, slowly at first, but his pace quickened as Tammy urges to fuck her harder became more forceful, and loud. She was yelling at him; cursing at him to fuck her like the filthy whore that she was. It turned Andy on so much that he thought he was going to bust his nut right then and there. He hoped that she was close. He got his answer when he felt the sudden gush of juices pour out of her cunt, then he felt her ass spasm around his cock. Cum boiled up and out of his cock as he shot his load, for the first time, deep into a woman’s ass. The sensation was so different from a pussy. It was as if there was a tight, fleshy ring, sliding up and down his cock as he shot into her.

“That’s it, Andy! Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck it feels good, baby,” Tammy moaned while riding Tawny’s face.

Andy felt her shudder once more and then his spent cock fell out of her with a resounding “pop.” He was totally spent, and so were Tawny and Tammy. Tammy quickly got off of Tawny though, and made her way to the bathroom to wash off, and wash out his deposit. Andy followed, and she handed him a wet rag. “This’ll do until we can get a shower together sugar! Then I’ll make damn sure that every inch of you is clean!”

Andy watched Tammy’s JJ tits jiggle as she washed herself so thoroughly. He was mesmerized, and Tammy saw the glazed over look in his eyes. She jiggled her tits even more for him and asked, “Like what you see big boy?”

“Yes,” Andy said with a raspy tone.

“Then you gonna have to pay more attention to them next time! I just love havin’ my big ole’ titties sucked on while I’m riding a big dick!”

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Brother and sister lust after mother

As Phip and Julia drove to the beach, Phip couldn’t get the sight of his mother’s bare breast out of his mind. He had clearly seen the pink nipple standing erect, with his father’s hand cupped around it, and Dad had made no move to hide it, or how his hand was groping it. He thought his parents were probably fucking right now, and his dick sprung upright in his shorts. He reached to adjust his pants, glancing at his sister as he did so. She had on one of his old T-shirts, which ended high on her naked thighs. Underneath he knew she had on a new string bikini, and he could see a hint of it through the thin cotton top.

Her dark hair was cut short, and flared to fit her face, accenting her high cheekbones and pouty, full lips. She looked a lot like their mother, he thought, the same firm small tits, though he hadn’t seen Julia’s bare one for a real comparison, the same dark hair, both cut short, hazel eyes, and long, slim legs that they loved to show off. He couldn’t decide who was sexier, his mom or his sister. He really wanted to see Julia’s naked tit, and the flash of her bare thighs was sending chills up him as he drove, making it hard to concentrate.

Finally they arrived, and as Phip got out, he noticed his hard-on was still pushing out at his shorts. He stood by the car for a moment, willing it to deflate a little so it wouldn’t be so obvious on the beach. Julia ran off, teasing him. “What’s the matter, got a hole in your pants,” she shouted over her shoulder. He watched her round butt bouncing away, the T-shirt lifting to reveal glimpses of her shiny blue bikini bottom. Finally he ran after her, carrying the beach bag with him. When he caught up, she was already peeling off the oversized T-shirt and kicking off her sandals. He dropped the bag and caught his breath as her arms went over her head, making her breasts stand at attention under the tiny bikini top. He thought he could gobble her up right there, she looked so damn delicious, her tits rising seductively on her chest, almost popping out of the little top. He thought he caught a glimpse of a bare nipple as she bent over to toss her shirt and sandals into a pile, then bobbed off, her ass bouncing wonderfully across the sand, the bikini bottom riding up into her ass crack as she ran. Phip looked down and discovered his hard- on was bigger than ever. He dashed into the water after his sister.

When he got out, he found her already back at their blanket, with her beautiful butt sticking up for his inspection, her arms at her sides. “Rub some lotion on me, would you?” she said as he came dripping up to her. Phip toweled himself off, found the bottle of sunblock, rubbed some in his hands to warm it, and began massaging the silky lotion into his sister’s golden skin. The touch of her bare back and the sight of her rounded ass cheeks peeking out of her skimpy bikini bottom was bringing his erection back.

“Undo my top,” she said, and Phip felt lightheaded. Gingerly he untied the bow that was all that held the minuscule top in place, watching it nestle softly on the blanket. The edges of Julia’s tits were now exposed to his gaze, as he began slowly rubbing the lotion all over her back, feeling his hard-on starting to throb in his trunks and his pulse begin to throb in his temples. He smoothed the sunblock down her luscious long legs and thought he would die with pleasure when she spread them as he moved up the thighs toward her honey pot. He could almost feel the heat emanating from her barely concealed pussy. He moved back up to her back, rubbing smoothly at the hollow between her shoulders and neck.

He leaned close to her and whispered hoarsely in her ear, “You look terrific, sis. You’re making me horny.”

Julia raised her eyelid and looked right into Phip’s crotch. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said. “What you wanna do about it?”

“Well, I, um, I……” he stammered.

Julia sat up, gathering her top and tying it behind her in one smooth motion. She looked him right in the eye and said, “How about if we go where it’s less crowded so we can talk. You know that double party thing is coming up and I’m wondering what to get for Dad and cousin Cindy.”

“Sure, how about the grove of beeches, you know, where we used to go when we were kids?”

As they headed up the coast highway toward the woods, Phip thought about his mother’s naked tit, his sister’s wild suggestion, and his cousin Cindy, just a year younger than his sister Julia. He was driving automatically, having gone this way many times before. He was stirred out of his lustful dreaming when his sister leaned across the seat and ran her fingers up his naked thigh.

“Still horny?” she asked, and Phip’s eyes widened. Then she raked her fingers lightly across his fly and his prick immediately jumped to attention. “I guess that answers my question,” she said, settling back into her seat and looking at him slyly, a smile crinkling the edges of her lips.

They hiked into the woods until they came to an opening that was shaded but secluded. Phip tossed the blanket onto the ground and they both plopped down, sweaty from the exertion on a hot day. Julia peeled off the soaking T-shirt and crossed her legs. Phip shed his own and looked once more at his sister’s seductive body. “So what about the party?” he said, to get things rolling.

“Well, I think Dad should get something special for his number four-oh, she said, licking her lips, and I think they’ve got something going on with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara. I think we should visit cousin Brad and Cindy and find out what they know.”

“Just what do you think Mom and Dad have going with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara?”

“Don’t you hear Mom and Dad in their room when they’re having sex? They get into some pretty weird shit, and I personally think Mom and her sister have a thing for each other. Don’t you see them hugging and kissing?”

“Well, yeah, but…….”

“But nothing. I’m pretty sure they’re fucking each other, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve dragged Cindy into it too?”

“Um. I have to admit Cindy’s pretty sexy, and Mom and Aunt Sara. Well, the three of them together would be a man’s fantasy come true, if they also were fucking him.”

“Which one would you like to fuck most?”

“Which one? God, I don’t know. All three I guess. Or, maybe you even more. Especially now. I’m so horny just looking at you I can’t stand it.”

“Then pull it out and let me see it,” she said, staring straight into her brother’s eyes.

Phip didn’t need a second invitation. He slid his trunks over his hips and grasped the base of his pulsing cock. Julia leaned over and breathed hot breath onto the tip, then bent closer and sucked the tip into her mouth, reaching out to put her hand over her brother’s as he stroked up and down on the rigid shaft. She released the head and kissed him full on the mouth, parting her lips and letting his tongue probe into her mouth, snaking her own tongue around his in a passionate embrace.

Phip came up onto his knees and reached around to untie the bikini top from his sister’s tits. She pressed her soft, sweet flesh against him and pulled him closer, probing his mouth with her searching tongue. He worked the top off her and leaned back to ogle her tits, the memory of his mother’s globe returning to his mind. He couldn’t decide which was more delectable, they looked almost the same. Yet this one, right in front of him glowed with life, and he watched as his sister’s breath caught in her throat as he bent to suck one nipple into his mouth. He wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

She fell back onto the blanket, giving him full access to both luscious tits, and he alternated between them, sucking both into a state of frenzy, the nipple standing at attention to his guzzling tongue. He trailed down her belly, stopping to tongue her belly button, bringing a squeal of delight from her panting lips. He stripped the bikini bottom off, shed his own trunks, and prepared to mount her, but she stopped him.

“Don’t you think your sister tastes good?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to eat me first? I think I can cum in your mouth in a heartbeat. Then you can fuck me.”

Phip didn’t need any urging. He lowered his lips to his sister’s cunt and began lapping furiously at her clit, working one finger into her pussy to help her along as she ground her hips against his mouth and hand. “That’s it. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Lick me up and down,” she yelled from deep in her throat. The sound of his sister’s voice inflamed him and he pushed even further into her, engulfing her engorged clit, sucking it deep into his mouth, adding a second finger to her gyrating pussy, and worming one against her tiny little asshole.

She was on the verge, and pressed his face deep into her pussy, locking her legs around his head and screaming with delight as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, flooding her brother’s face with wave after wave of steamy love drippings. He lapped it up, taking it all into his hungry mouth, eating his sister for all he was worth. Slowly, her shaking subsided, and she drew him up to her, kissing him passionately. “Oh, what a sweet brother. You ate my pussy just like a pro. Let me have a taste.” She licked the precious fluid from his mouth, settling back with a sigh. “Umm. That pussy tastes good. I can understand why Mom and Aunt Sara like it so much.”

Phip rolled his sister over and began working his cock up the crack of her ass, feeling her ass cheeks parting for his huge tool. He pulled her up onto all fours and stuck his fingers where his mouth had just been, finding it wet and slippery. He diddled her for a bit, preparing her for his swollen cock, then eased it into the opening. She moaned a bit, and slid back toward him. As the head of his cock slid into his sister’s pussy, Phip grabbed her ass and pulled her back toward him, feeling his dick sink cozily into her grasping cunt. He started a rhythmic fucking, gradually picking up speed, feeling his balls slap against her on the in stroke, and the head almost emerge on the out stroke.

He reached under her to grab her tits. twisting the nipples savagely, hearing her scream with pleasure as they stiffened under his touch. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy. Cum with me now,” she shouted, and Phip felt her start to tremble again, a second orgasm starting to shake her body.

“Fuck me. Fuck your sister,” she yelled. The thought of cumming in his sister after seeing his mother about to get fucked this morning drove Phip over the edge and as he exploded into her he shouted.

“I’m cumming, sis. I’m cumming right up your hot pussy. I want to fuck you forever,” he shouted. And I want to fuck Mom, too, he thought, as his cum shot out in gooey spurts, filling his sister with his hot jism, and feeling her cunt juices joining his as they collapsed together on top of the blanket in the woods, thoughts of the family party dancing through both their heads.

It was going to be one memorable time, if today was any indication, and Phip knew he wanted to keep fucking his sister regularly, and the memory of his mother still flitted through his mind. He knew she had watched him as he looked at her, and he thought he remembered a little smile curling on her lips just before he ducked out of the room.

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Kyle and his women lounged in the palace of Aaliyah’s family unaware that the Unbound have infiltrate it.

Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father
Copyright 2015

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought.

Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife. Reunited with Kyle.

Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart.

Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. A witch who follows Ishtar and wields Shadowedge.

Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle’s fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind.

Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.

Enemies

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.

Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza’s soul when she died. Hecate has possessed Faiza.

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Killed by Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Resurrected by Hecate as an instrument of the Dark Goddess’s vengeance against Kyle. Hecate has possessed Faiza.

Makerah: An Unbound Marid, a Djinn that has violated the Laws of his people and escaped punishment through a dark ritual. A servant of Sultan Rashid and his son. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Aljihm: An Unbound Ifrit and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Allied with Khiana. Together, they have infiltrated Khoshilat Maqandeli to kill Kyle and Aaliyah.

Aalizunah: An Unbound Si’lat and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Slain by Britney.

Jowdah: An Unbound Ghul and servant of Sultan Rashid. Killed by Zaritha.

Khiana: An Unbound Jann. Once a bitter rival to Sultan Rashid but now a servant of the Sultan. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Revealed to be Aaliyah’s father. He has killed his son, Sihab to regain control of the Jann and attack the unsuspecting Kyle.

Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.

Principal Burke: The identity assumed by Alphonse of Toulouse, a nine-hundred-year-old knight. A warlock serving Hecate. Killed by Kyle.

Concubines

Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.

Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.

Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.

Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.

Antoinette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.

Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.

Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.

Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.

Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.

Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.

Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.

Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.

Sable Unmei nee Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. While fighting with Christy, she was hit by a Love Elemental’s attack and now completely loves Christy.

Zaritha Unmei: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. After saving Aaliyah, she now serves Kyle as a faithful concubine.

Other Characters

Shiekh Umar ibn al-Jann: Aaliyah’s father. Believed dead, but really he became the Unbound Jann Kihana. Murder his son and heir to trap Kyle and kill his daughter Aaliyah.

Ishtar: The Goddess of Magic Christy, Sable, and Phillipa now serve.

Sarai: The daughter of Rashid. She is angry at her father and helps Kyle, pledging the Marid’s support to his rule if he overthrows Rashid.

Friday, January 29th – Khoshilat Maqandeli, the Hidden Realm

“You have to work those hips more,” Aaliyah said. “Like this.”

Kyle lounged on the soft bed in the spacious quarters Sihab, Aaliyah’s brother and the ruler of the Jann, had provided last night. Gauzy, yellow curtains hung from between the arches that separated the rooms from the lush gardens of the harem. Ms. Capello and Shannon were pressed on either side of him, their heavy, milk-laden breasts in easy reach of Kyle’s mouth. The other concubines lounged about, giggling and laughing, watching as Aaliyah taught Fatima and Christy how to belly dance.

All three women wore silk pantaloons—yellow for Aaliyah, red for Fatima, and black for Christy. The flesh of their thighs bled through the fabric whenever the loose clothing touched their skin. All three were topless, Christy’s amber pendant flashing between her pale tits, and they had colorful shawls draped over their hair and silk veils across their faces, leaving their flashing eyes exposed.

Kyle’s cock stirred as Aaliyah’s hips swayed, her pantaloons barely hanging on to the curves of her hips. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as her hips popped side-to-side. Fatima tried to copy her, but she had a slimmer body and her hips didn’t seem to cooperate.

“That’s good, Christy,” Aaliyah praised as Christy’s hips came close to matching the fluid grace of Aaliyah’s movements. Christy’s round breasts, topped with pink nipples, bounced about.

“Very good,” Kyle leered, his cock throbbing hard.

“Not fair,” groused Fatima. “They have hips. I’m as flat as a boy!”

“You’re beautiful,” Kayleah, Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine, praised.

“Ugh, this isn’t for me.” Fatima glanced at the garden, then shot Kyle a look. “You’re not even watching me, big bro.”

“Sorry,” Kyle said, pulling his eyes from Christy’s hips. “It’s so interesting to watch them.”

Christy shuffled forward, hers hips undulating as she neared the bed. Kyle’s eyes drifted back to her, mesmerized by her beauty. Aaliyah stood beside her, the dusky beauty even more graceful. His cock throbbed hard, rising fully erect.

“Someone’s excited,” purred Fumi. “I can smell it.” Fumi lounged on a tasseled pillow in green silks, Toni and Alexina cuddled up to her. She had declined the invitation to learn to belly dance.

“I’m going outside. I can’t compete with them,” moaned Fatima. “Besides, the sun looks refreshing.”

“Didn’t you get enough sun yesterday?” Fumi groaned.

“Nope! And I’m tired of waiting on the Jann,” Kyle’s sister complained. “We’ve been up for an hour. Shouldn’t they have summoned us?”

Kyle groaned as Shannon’s hand found his cock, her wet nipple brushing his cheek. He turned his head, his eyes still focused on his dancing wives, and sucked warm milk from her heavy breast into his lips. He loved this addition Christy gave Shannon and Ms. Capello when she enhanced all the concubines. The MILF’s milk was sweet, with a faint, melon flavor, and he loved the way it coated his throat when swallowed.

“Ann, Kayleah, let’s enjoy the outdoors.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ann said, rising up with Kayleah. They, like the other concubines, were swaddled in purple silk vests and pantaloons.

“I’ll come along,” Fumi said, standing up. I can feel a nice breeze coming from out there.”

“Have fun,” Kyle called out. Fumi, accompanied by Toni and Alexina, joined Aaliyah and her concubines, slipping through the curtains to enjoy the vast gardens.

“Do you want to join them, Aaliyah?” purred Christy, Aaliyah’s dusky hands roaming across Christy’s pale flesh.

“I think I’d rather play with you and our husband.”

“Good,” Christy moaned, her hips swaying faster as Aaliyah pressed into her back. Dusky hands groped Christy’s pale breasts, sliding up to pinch her hard nipples, rolling them between dusky fingers. Kyle’s cock throbbed.

“He’s excited,” Ms. Capello purred.

“I can see that,” Christy sighed. Aaliyah’s hands drifted down Christy’s pale stomach, pushing her black pantaloons off her hips, the silk falling down to the floor. Christy gasped as Aaliyah’s fingers pressed into the trimmed, brown curls covering her pussy.

“Christy’s very excited, my love,” Aaliyah laughed, thrusting a pair of fingers into Christy’s depths.

“So excited,” moaned the witch. Her hips found that graceful sway Aaliyah’s possessed as the Genie fingered her pussy. “Oh, yes, Aaliyah!”

Shannon and Ms. Capello’s hands stroked Kyle’s cock, sliding up his shaft, teasing him with their fingers. Both concubines pressed their wet pussies into his hips, humping him, sighing in pleasure. Milk leaked from their nipples and Kyle sucked from both, savoring the slightly different flavors.

“Keep stirring me up,” Christy moaned. “Oh, Aaliyah! Your touch is wonderful.”

“Our husband is watching,” Aaliyah moaned, her lips pressing into Christy’s ear. “Cum for him. Show him how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, yes!” she groaned. “I’m so beautiful. Make me cum!”

Christy bucked in Aaliyah’s arms, her pale breasts jiggling. The shawl and veil slipped from her head as she thrashed. Bliss burned in her expression. Her body flushed as she cried out her orgasm. Kyle groaned, loving the sight of her.

“Now please our husband,” Aaliyah told her, pulling her fingers out.

Christy stumbled forward, falling onto her knees on the bed. Her curly, brown hair spilled around her breasts as she crawled forward to Kyle, a hungry gleam in her hazel eyes. Her hard nipples brushed his chest, her hair caressed him like silk, and then her lips were on his. He moaned into her kiss, sharing Shannon and Ms. Capello’s milk with her.

“Delicious,” she purred, leaning back and rising up on her legs. The concubines guided Kyle’s cock to the folds of her pussy, finding her hot hole. She sank down on him, her hot flesh engulfing him. Kyle groaned, her hips twisting, performing her belly dance again, stirring pleasure through him.

“Fuck, Christy.”

“Do you like my hot, tight pussy on your dick,” she groaned, rising up ever so slow, her hips swirling about. And then she lowered herself down his shaft.

Kyle shuddered as her flesh slowly engulfed him again. “Yes! Always.”

The concubines humped against him faster, gasping and groaning, their pussies growing hotter on his hips as Christy rode him. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, perky with her youth. She sighed every time she bottomed out on him, grinding her little clit into her dark pubic hair.

“She is gorgeous,” Aaliyah purred, pressing up behind Christy, wrapping her dusky arms around the pale woman.

“She’s perfect,” Kyle groaned. “All of you are.”

“Thank you,” Christy purred.

“That’s sweet, Master,” moaned Shannon in his ear.

“She is an angel,” sighed Ms. Capello.

Aaliyah licked and sucked at Christy’s neck as the witch rode Kyle. He loved the sight of those dusky hands roaming across her body. Kyle groaned, the pleasure growing at the tip of his cock, his hips thrusting up, harder into her wonderful sheathe.

“That’s it! Ride me harder, Christy! Give it to me!”

Christy moaned, her hips moving faster. She licked her lips, shuddering as Aaliyah’s fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Her pussy tightened on Kyle’s cock, squeezing him when she rose up, trying to draw his cum out.

“Fuck, Christy! You’re amazing.”

“So are you! Cum in me! Give me your seed!” Her eyes looked down at him. “I haven’t taken my birth control in a week. Make a baby in me!”

Kyle groaned, picturing her stomach round and pregnant. His cock twitched and his pleasure exploded out of him. He groaned, pressing back into the pillows, pulling both concubines tight against him as he sent pulse after pulse of his fecund cum into her pussy.

“Kyle! That’s it! Knock me up!” Christy shuddered. Her pussy convulsed about his cock. She arched back into Aaliyah’s embrace as she came.

“So beautiful,” moaned the Genie. “Accept our husband’s seed.”

“I am!” she moaned.

“Knock her up, Master!” gasped Shannon. “Put a baby in all our bellies!” Her pussy ground hard into his groin, and she shuddered and gasped as she came.

Christy collapsed onto Kyle’s chest, her small breasts brushing him. He kissed her, pulling his arms from his concubines to hold his wife. Shannon sprawled out next to him, panting hard while Aaliyah and Ms. Capello writhed together, tribbing their pussies, both women eager to cum as well.

“That was a beautiful dance,” Kyle whispered in Christy’s ear. “Thanks for sharing it.”

“You forgave me,” she whispered back. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you, Kyle.”

He stroked up her back and she shivered. “I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you.”

Aaliyah cried out her climax next to them, and Ms. Capello moaned like a banshee, shaking the bed as she thrashed in bliss. Christy giggled, watching the women cum. Kyle closed his eyes, enjoying the blissful afterglow, and held onto his wife.

“Are they ever going to come and summon us for the war council?” Britney asked, stepping in from a side room.

“Why don’t you go and find out what is taking so long,” Kyle groaned. “Sihab did say he wanted an early meeting.”

“My brother was quite slothful,” laughed Aaliyah.

“Still, the day is wearing on,” Britney pointed out.

Chyna stepped into the room. “Sihab’s Vizier and Chief Eunuch are here, Master. They request an audience.”

“Aaliyah, I wish we were all presentable.”

Kyle found himself wearing white, silken pantaloons and an open vest. Unlike the women’s clothing, his silks weren’t thin and sheer. He stood up, Aaliyah and Christy standing on either side of them, fully clothed in yellow and black silks, their shawls and veils in place. They did look so sexy dressed like that.

Two Jann entered. Sayid the Vizier was bent with age, his hair and beard white as snow. Yellow robes draped his bony body, though his eyes were piercing as a hawk. The Chief Eunuch was his opposite, a muscular brute, wearing only pantaloons, his dark-brown body oiled.

“Aaliyah, your brother requests a private meeting before the war counsel,” the Chief Eunuch announced.

“About what?” Kyle asked.

“That is between her and her brother.”

“I would love to talk to my sweet brother,” Aaliyah smiled.

The Eunuch nodded.

“Take Carla, Missy, and Teleisia,” Kyle ordered her.

“Nothing will happen in my brother’s palace,” she whispered. Kyle gave her a look, and she smiled, nodding her head. “I will be accompanied by my handmaidens,” Aaliyah told the hulking eunuch.

“Your brother said alone.”

Aaliyah tilted her head. “It would be improper for a Sultana to go anywhere without her handmaidens.”

The Chief Eunuch frowned before sighing and nodding his head.

“And you’re here to take me to the war counsel?” Kyle asked the Vizier.

“I am, worthy master,” he said, giving a bow. “Though you should leave your women behind. This is a matter for men.”

“I never go anywhere without at least one beautiful woman at my side,” Kyle grinned. “And Britney is my chief adviser, so she will need to be with me.”

“But she is a woman.”

Britney let out a growl at the contempt in the old man’s voice. She pushed down the blue pantaloons she wore, exposing her cock. “Does this get me in?”

The old man blinked. “Er, I guess it does.”

Britney nodded. “Ms. Capello, Shannon, and Chyna will come along. Kyle does need constant feminine companionship or he’s no use at all.”

“They will have to wait outside the chambers. Unless they have…” The Vizier’s eyes fell on Britney’s cock, the old man swallowing.

“Fine,” Kyle sighed. How long will it take to convince the Genies that women could contribute as much as men?

“Zaritha will come as well. She knows the working of Rashid’s court better than anyone.” Kyle fixed the Vizier with a steady gaze. “So she will join us in the counsel.” His voice was hard. Kyle knew he would have to shape the Genie slowly, allow them to accept his changes gradually, but he needed Zaritha’s input. Kyle fixed his eyes on the Vizier, dominating the man like he would a submissive woman, forcing the old man to concede.

The Vizier bent before his strength. “Very well. Follow me.”

Kyle’s group followed the Vizier, turning right as Aaliyah followed the Chief Eunuch deeper into the apartments, the three concubines trailing after her. Aaliyah would be safe. Those three were far more deadly than they appeared.

Besides, nothing will happen here. This is Aaliyah’s home. And the Jann have already pledged to support me against the Marid. But he had almost lost her twice. He was never going to let her go anywhere without guards if he wasn’t with her. They had too many enemies now.

The halls of the Jann’s palace were made of polished, brown stones of various hues. Their slippered feet swished down the hall. Kyle wasn’t a fan of the slippers, but he was trying to fit in and adopted the Genie’s garb. If he was going to rule them, he needed to appear like them, to make the transition easier to accept.

It was Britney’s advice.

She stalked next to him, her dagger tucked into the waistband of her pantaloons. Britney’s body moved with her predatory grace. Zaritha strode at his other side, the Ifrit wrapped in red silks, her hips undulating with her own, deadly grace.

The war room was built of sapphire crystal, standing at odds with the brown stone hallway. Sapphire blocked the Genie’s telepathy and scrying powers. It would be private in there. No communication in and out. Flanking the entrance were a pair of the homunculi made of compressed dust, guarding the door, each holding a wicked-looking polearm. Kyle thought it might be some type of halberd, with the ax-like blade.

The doors opened and the vizier bowed, holding his arms out to his side and ushering Kyle to enter. “Stay out of trouble,” Kyle grinned at his three concubines. “I’ll try to convince them to let you in.”

“We’ll be fine, Master,” Ms. Capello smiled, her eyes flashing above her purple veil.

Kyle stepped in, followed by Britney and Zaritha. A long, wooden table set in the middle, pillows strewn about it. Maps of the Hidden Realm were unfurled upon it between plates of dates and other delicacies Kyle didn’t recognize. Lanterns burning fragrant oil lit the sapphire room. Four more homunculi stood in the four corners of the room as still as statues.

“Where is everyone?” Kyle asked, turning to the Vizier.

The doors closed with a boom. The Vizier didn’t follow them into the room.

Britney hissed and ripped out her dagger, her face striped with black. “There is a male Ifrit in here! He stinks of sulfur.”

Fire blossomed and a blackened figure appeared at the far end of the room as the homunculi came to life. Kyle summoned his sword as Zaritha burst into flames.

“Aljihm,” Zaritha groaned.

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered. One of Rashid’s Unbound was here. His wives were in danger, and he couldn’t communicate with Aaliyah through the sapphire.

We walked right into it! Kyle’s sword flashed into his hand. He shouted, and leaped to attack.

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“It’s so beautiful here,” Fatima gushed as she tramped through the garden, her breasts naked and warm in the sunlight. “Take off those tops,” she commanded her two concubines. “Let’s enjoy this place thoroughly.

“You’re in a great mood,” Ann smiled, slipping off the silk vest she wore to expose her budding, pale breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath Fatima’s hungry gaze.

“Look at these flowers, Mistress,” Kayleah smiled, her breasts swaying as she leaned over to pluck a flower from the ground and brought it up to her nose, taking a slow inhale. “Delightful.”

Fatima walked up and took the flower, tucking it behind Kayleah’s ear. She stroked her concubine’s bleached blonde hair, leaning in to kiss her sweet lips. Kayleah moaned into the kiss, her tongue brushing Fatima’s lips. Naked breasts pressed together as Fatima’s ardor grew, her pussy itching in her red pantaloons.

They sank to the soft ground, spreading out on the springy, green ground cover sprinkled with small, lavender flowers. Fatima broke the kiss, her pussy itching. “Where’s your sex toy?”

Kayleah held out her hand and summoned the item that controlled her transformations. Each of the concubines had selected a sexy toy to be the focus of the enhancement spell. Kyle could trigger them to transform into powerful and sexy warriors, or they could trigger their own transformation with their sex toy.

A red, double ended dildo appeared in Kayleah’s hand.

“Stick it in my pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Fatima ordered.

Kayleah giggled in delight, reaching down to push Fatima’s red pantaloons off her hips and ass, bringing the dildo down between their thighs. Fatima gasped and shivered as the sex toy penetrated her. She glanced over at Ann sitting on her knees, weaving flowers together.

“What are you doing?” Fatima moaned.

“Making you a crown,” she smiled, her budding breasts giggling as she wove red, blue, purple, and white flower stems together. “You’re a queen.”

“Sultana!” Fatima groaned, pushing the other end of the dildo into Kayleah’s pussy, shifting her body around and scissoring their legs together. The dildo drove deeper into her as she humped against Kayleah, working both ends in and out of each of their pussies.

“Fuck me, Sultana!” gasped Kayleah. “Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m your fuck toy! Use me!”

“I love to,” gasped Fatima, her eyes fixated on her innocent concubine weaving a crown of flowers. “Take it! Take every inch of it, whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Kayleah moaned. “My Sultana! Oh, yes! Give it to me!”

Their passionate cries flooded the pleasure garden, echoing through the shady bowers. Fatima shuddered, her pussy burning with pleasure. There were delightful ridges on the dildo teasing her flesh and driving her wild with rapture.

“Done,” Ann smiled, crawling over. She draped the crown on Fatima’s head, then leaned down to kiss her writhing Mistress.

Fatima loved her sweet, submissive concubines, moaning into Ann’s lips. The strawberry-blonde girl kissed down Fatima’s heaving body, finding her dark nipples, and sucked. Fatima groaned, more pleasure flooding her body. She stroked Ann’s face as the girl nursed at her nipple. The sweet concubine’s hand slid down Fatima’s dusky body and found her aching clit.

“Ann!” Fatima gasped as she bucked, the pleasure swelling through her. “You wonderful, delightful slut!”

Ann’s delicate fingers strumming her clit sent pleasure shooting straight to the bliss growing in her pussy. Fatima’s body spasmed.

She came hard.

She writhed on the soft ground cover, holding Ann’s lips to her nipple, stroking her strawberry-blonde hair as every nerve in her body rejoiced. Then she fell back, panting hard, staring up at the perfect, blue sky and loving the sun’s warmth on her naked flesh.

Kayleah still humped away, stirring the dildo inside her flesh, waves of pleasure rolling through her body. “Sultana!” groaned Kayleah, her voice sweet and beautiful. “I’m cumming! Thank you, thank you.”

“I think she screamed loud enough for the entire palace to hear,” Ann smiled, resting her face on Fatima’s breast, smiling at her.

“Hmm, you may be right,” Fatima grinned. “You’re such a dirty whore, Kayleah.”

“Your dirty whore.” Kayleah crawled up beside Fatima, kissing her cheek. “Yours and Kyle’s.”

“And Lois,” giggled Ann.

“Well, all the concubines are her dirty sluts.”

Fatima frowned. “What?” She had noticed the Native American concubine seemed more assertive than Kyle’s other concubines, but she hadn’t given it much thought. So much had changed while she had been in the coma.

“Master made a deal with her,” Kayleah explained. “She agreed to be his concubine in exchange to dominating any of us he wanted.”

Ann nodded her head. “She loves making a woman eat her pussy. She’s like you, Mistress.”

“But she has to submit to me,” Fatima declared. “I’m better than her.”

“Of course,” nodded Kayleah. “She knows her place.”

“Kyle is a stud.” Fatima smiled, proud that her brother had made a strong, lesbian Domme into one of his concubines.

Ann yawned. “I could just sleep out here. It’s so relaxing.”

Fatima nodded, letting her eyes close. She enjoyed the feel of her two concubines bodies pressed against her. Sleep stole over Fatima. The young woman smiled as she drifted off into a delicious catnap cuddled up with her two favorite sluts.

A shadow fell across her, blocking the wonderful sun.

She opened her eyes.

A homunculi stood over her raising a thick, two handed sword, curved like a scimitar.

“Oh, fuck!” Fatima shouted.

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Fumi let Fatima and her concubines wander deeper into the garden, pausing at a pond and a fountain. The water splashed and the breeze was cool in the shade of some great tree. She sat down by the water, wondering if there were any fish in there. The wind blew, painting the landscape in green, but the water seemed as solid as everything else.

“Oh, what pretty flowers,” Alexina called out.

Alexina bent over, plucking a flower. It looked pretty, resembling some sort of daisy, but it was the same shade of green as everything else Fumi saw. “What color is it?”

The concubine made a sad sigh. “I’m sorry. I forgot you can’t really see.”

“It’s okay. I have Kyle.” But I do miss seeing color. “Please, describe it to me.”

“Okay.” Alexina sat beside her, holding the flower in her hand. “The petals start out this deep orange, but they fade into a vibrant yellow at the tips. And the center is a bright, sun-kissed yellow.”

Fumi smiled, picturing the colors in her mind, leaning her head on the concubine’s shoulder. “Are there any fish in this pond?”

“There are,” Toni said, leaning over the edge, her hair long, falling down to touch the rippling surface. Fumi couldn’t remember what color Toni’s hair actually was. “They’re red and white, some type off carp, I think. They’re lazily swimming around.”

“You can’t see in the water, even with your windsight?” Alexina asked, then groaned. “Windsight. Right. I’m stupid.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fumi said, then she leaned down and sniffed the flower. “It smells beautiful. At least I have that.”

“Small blessings,” Toni said, her feet dipping into the water. To her windsight, Toni’s feet merged with the rippling surface.

Fumi breathed in all the scents of the garden, picturing all the flowers in her mind that must have produced the perfume she smelled. They were pink and lavender and blue and yellow in her mind. Blushing reds, vibrant oranges, delicate lilacs. Birds sang in the trees, and she wondered if their plumage was beautiful as their songs.

A faint woman’s scream drifted on the breeze.

She stiffened. “Did you hear someone shout?”

“No, Mistress,” Toni said, kicking her feet through the water and giggling. “One of the fish nibbled on my toe.”

The scent of dust hit her nose. A new wind whipped through, swirling about, thick with dust. It formed into one of the Jann homunculi on the other side of the pond, a thick sword gripped in its hand. Alexina stiffened next to her.

“Mistress!” Toni gasped, leaping to her feet.

Fumi transformed Windfeather from a pair of glasses adorning her face to her yumi, rising up with grace as another two homunculi whirled in around them. “Prepare to fight!” she shouted, drawing back her bow and releasing an arrow.”

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Aaliyah smiled as she stepped into her brother’s apartments. The three concubines—Teleisia, Carla, and Missy—on her heels. The room was richly appointed with tasseled pillows and intricately woven carpets. A small table made of polished ebony sat in the center, a vase of yellow flowers sitting in the middle.

She gracefully sat down on of the pillows. “You may tell my brother I’m ready.”

“He wishes to see you in his private chambers.”

Aaliyah blinked. “What? That hardly seems proper.”

“The room is protected from eavesdropping and scrying,” the Eunuch smiled. “He is waiting for you.”

“Okay.” Aaliyah rose back up, motioning for the concubines to follow her.

“It is a private matter,” the Eunuch said.

“They’re very trustworthy. Right?”

“Absolutely,” Missy nodded. “We’re her family.”

Aaliyah walked to the door leading to her brother’s private chamber. It used to be her father’s. She remembered sneaking in as a child and bouncing on his bed. She pushed back the grief of her father’s passing and entered the door.

It was dark. “Sihab?” she asked.

“Aaliyah,” a powerful voice boomed.

She froze. “Father?”

A Jann stood in the room, stroking his beard. “My errant daughter.”

For a moment, disbelief robbed Aaliyah of action. She thought her father was dead, had come to accept that terrible fact in her heart. But here he was. Alive. No wonder Sihab wanted to see her in private.

She let out a squeal of delight, racing to hug her father, burying her face into his beard. He didn’t smell of unguents and spice like her father had when she was a child, but of dirt and blood. She pulled her face away, looking up into his eyes.

“What has happened to you, father? Sihab said you were dead.”

“Mistress!” Teleisia gave a shout as her father snapped a collar around her neck, cool to her touch. “Get away from him.”

“He’s my father,” Aaliyah said, reaching up to touch the collar about her neck. “What is this?”

“A gift. Diamond to keep you in place.” His voice growled, full of dark menace. His hands squeezed about her throat, choking off her air. Aaliyah didn’t understand what was happening. Why would Father harm me?

Teleisia’s hand yanked her back from her father’s grip, and Missy and Carla stepped forward. All three concubines had activated their enhancements, moving with inhumane grace. Mindy’s black hair, cut short around her neck, swayed as she fell into a battle stance, and Carla pushed her dark-red hair off her shoulders, glowering at Aaliyah’s father.

“What is going on, Father?” She didn’t understand, her fingers trying to pry at the diamond collar, but she couldn’t find a clap. Diamond would prevent her from teleporting or transforming into dust. Why would Father do that? “I don’t understand, Father.”

“You always were a stupid slut,” her father hissed, swelling up. His beard was filthy, the once white stained mud-red.

“Look at the bed, “Teleisia hissed. “We need to flee. Your brother is dead.”

Aaliyah glanced at the dark bed. Two corpses lay on it. Her brother and the charred remains of one of his concubines.

“Your handmaidens are lovely,” her father purred. “I am going to enjoy them greatly after I kill you.”

Mindy and Carla lunged forward, moving with inhuman speed. “Get Mistress out of here, Teleisia!” screamed Carla, her foot lashing out at the Jann.

“Father, what has happened to you?” Aaliyah cried, tears leaking down her cheeks as Teleisia pulled her to the door.

“I am Unbound, daughter,” he laughed, catching Carla’s foot and throwing the concubine back. She landed on her feet like cat. A cloud of dust slammed into Mindy, throwing the former nurse back. “All because of you!” His voice growled. “You had to fail me! You had to become lost! I put all my hopes on you! What a disappointment you are!”

What crime did my father commit? What Law of Creation did he violate to become Unbound?

Teleisia kicked the door open, throwing Aaliyah out of the room as the concubines attacked her father. “We need to get to Master!” the Black concubine screamed.

The Chief Eunuch blinked in surprise at the sight of them. Teleisia’s fist slammed into his brawny chest. He crumpled, felled by the slim, Black woman. Aaliyah blinked, realizing just how enhanced the concubines were.

“You can’t run from me!” boomed her insane father. Mindy screamed in the room. “I will rip this palace apart and kill you. You have caused me so much pain! I will rip you limb from limb, my disobedient daughter! Then, with your blood dripping from my hand, I will enjoy every cunt in your husband’s harem.”

Tears streaming down her eyes, Aaliyah ran down the hallway, Teleisia at her side. She had to get to Kyle.

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“I think this mirror will work for scrying,” Sable said, walking naked up to Christy.

Christy smiled at her enemy-turned-concubine, stroking the woman’s spray-tan orange cheek. The fake tan was fading, and Christy was glad. Sable must have been the only person in the world to think that a spray-tan was attractive.

Well, her and those idiots on the Jersey Shore.

“It should work,” Phillipa agreed, toying with her jade amulet. She was clothed and wouldn’t be joining in the ritual. Rakshasas took their marriages seriously. Phillipa would never dream of making love with anyone but her Rakshasa mate. Christy wondered if there wasn’t some level of mental domination involved in their relationship. Maybe Rakshasa imprint on their mates in someway?

Lois watched on with curiosity. “So, scrying means you’re going to see the future.”

“No,” laughed Sable. “It’s seeing the now. I’ll be the vessel and Christy will cast the spell. With this mirror, you three will be able to see what I see.”

“Ah,” Lois nodded.

“You can help,” Christy smiled. “We need to make Sable cum as part of the spell.”

A grin split the cinnamon face of the Native American concubine. “You know how much I love making a woman cum.”

“Good, that’s the spirit. Let’s see if we can’t find some information out on the Marid’s. Just because these Neanderthal Jann think we can’t contribute because we’re dainty women, doesn’t mean we should sit on our butts and do nothing.”

Lois agreed, crossing over, pressing up against Sable’s back, kissing her neck.

Christy took a deep breath. “Ishtar—“

The door to the bedroom exploded inward, spraying splinters across the room.

Lois changed. Christy felt the magic empowering the concubine. Lois leaped over Sable and Christy, landing light behind them. Christy turned. A hulking homunculi stepped through the ruined door, swinging a massive, thick sword down at Lois.

The concubine caught it like a ninja in some cheesy movie. Her reflex and strength were greatly augmented. The homunculi lashed out with a foot, catching Lois in the stomach. She tumbled back, gasping in pain as she rolled into a crouch.

Christy didn’t understand why their allies were attacking them. She stood up, Sable and Phillipa standing around her, forming a triangle as more of the homunculi burst into the room. Christy’s heart hammered, but this wasn’t her first fight, and she was hardly helpless.

“Sable, you conjure the shield.”

“Ishtar, defend your servants from their enemies with your protective geas,” she chanted. Christy had insisted that she switch to the service of Ishtar after Sable had been inadvertently dominated by the love elemental and transformed into Christy’s devoted sex slave.

A sword made of dust slashed down and struck the shield, energy warping around them. A second and a third blow hammered at the shield while Lois danced outside, dodging attack after attack, dancing about the room.

“Phillipa, we need to disrupt the magic animating them,” Christy said. “Ideas?”

“They must simply be dust animated by a spirit. We need to sever the spirit’s control over the physical object. So we need to ground them.”

“How do we ground the spirit out then?”

“A magic circle. I don’t know another way.”

Neither did Christy.

Another blow hammered Sable’s shield. It was hard to stand there and not run in terror as the towering homunculi attacked. Christy tried to concentrate on the problem. They needed a magic circle, but they couldn’t leave Sable’s protection without getting clobbered. Lois bounced around the room, dodging left and right, trying to find an opening to attack. With her reflexes, it took all her skill to keep from being hit by the homunculi.

There was no way Christy or another witch could survive out there.

Unless I can move about even faster than Lois. An idea popped into her head.

“Phillipa, is there any chalk in your possession?” Christy asked.

“Of course,” she nodded, narrowing her slanted eyes. “Why?”

Christy summoned Shadowedge, the staff she retrieved from Burke’s dead minion. It coalesced out of shadows into her hand. “I’m going to make the circle. Get ready to power it.”

Space folded around her and then she appeared in Britney and Phillipa’s room. She dug around in Phillipa’s pocket and pulled out a piece of white chalk. She visualized the bedroom, picturing the seven points she would need to mark to make a circle.

She took a deep breath. “I hope this works.”

She knelt, ready to make the mark, and folded space.

Everything went black, her body twisted inside out. She appeared, quickly scratching the first mark on the ground. She was behind the homunculi. They hadn’t seen her yet. She made the X, visualized the next point, and warped…

…into Lois’s path.

The concubine crashed into Christy’s back, knocking the witch face forward. Both women cried out as they tumbled to the ground. Lois was on her feet in a heart beat as Christy scrambled to grab the piece of chalk that had fell from her hands, tumbling across the room. Christy swallowed.

The chalk came to a rest against the foot of a homunculi.

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Fire rushed at Kyle as he charged the blackened Ifrit. Raw, red cracks covered the Ifrit’s skin, glowing bright before he sent the wave of fire at Kyle. Branding Earthbones, Kyle reached out to the sapphire floor, commanding it to rise up before him and form a wall.

The sapphire refused his commands.

His thoughts seemed to bounce off the stone, reflecting back at him. Fuck. Sapphire blocks every form of mental communication.

Zaritha flashed in front of him, her own fire exploding forward, slamming into Aljihm’s attack. Both fires boiled together, but Zaritha’s seemed to shield Kyle’s from the heat. The table crackled, fire consuming the wood.

“You should never have betrayed Rashid,” growled Aljihm. “He is most distraught with you.”

“Good!” hissed Zaritha, her flames burning hotter. “His reward for all my years of loyal service was death.”

Aljihm let out a mad laugh. “And I shall deliver that reward to you.”

“Britney, can you use your water to douse his flames.”

“There is no water in this room,” she hissed back. “We need to get the door open and retreat to open space.”

Smoke billowed from the burning table and cushions, boiling across the top of the room. Kyle coughed, his eyes stinging as he moved to the door. It was solid sapphire. He pushed on it. The door gave an inch before it resisted.

“It’s barred from the other side.”

“Use your sword. Sapphire is stone. Rip the door apart.”

“I can’t!” he growled.

Britney ducked down, feeling around the bottom of the door. “This room is air tight, Kyle.”

“And?”

“And those fires are consuming all the oxygen in here.”

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned.

Fire clashed behind them, heat blistering into his back. He glanced at the warring Ifrit, Kyle’s eyes almost blinded by the inferno the pair were throwing at each other. The air seared his lungs when he breathed and he coughed hard.

He had to break the door down. He drew up Earthbones for an overhand cut. All the strength of the earth was in his blade. He had the power. He could shatter the sapphire if he could just hit it hard enough. Golden light flared, driving back the smoke billowing around his head.

Letting out a bellow, Kyle slammed his sword down. Metal rang against gemstone.

A crack splintered the door.

To be continued…

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Second part of a fictional story

Educating Bobby And Debbie

Part 2 Debbie and Diane

Introduction: My fourteen year old son Bobby has been seeing a fourteen year old girl named Debbie, for the last few months. I had given them a good education on the real sex between two people that schools won’t teach and all teens should learn, as they gave their virginity to each other.

Last week my brother Larry invited my son Bobby to go to a Nascar racing weekend at the Texas motor speedway. They left on Thursday morning, and wouldn’t be back until late Monday evening.

Saturday morning Debbie, and her 16 year old sister Diane came knocking at my door. I invited them in telling them that Bobby went to Texas with my brother. Debbie said. “Oh yes, we know that, we just wanted to ask a personal favor of you.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
Diane says. “I would love it if you would teach me about sex, like you did for Bobbie and Debbie.”
“Oh I see… Well I suppose I could do that.” I said
“Great when can we start?” Diane asks.
“How about now.” I said as I pointed to Bobby’s room. As we enter the room I turn on the lights and ask the girls to sit on his bed, as I have some questions for Diane.

I asked Diane if she has ever masturbated. Diane says. “Yes, Debbie has taught me everything she has learned from Bobby… And quite often Debbie and I even masturbate together. But when Debbie talks about the great sex she is having with Bobby, I get jealous.”
I said. “What about the boys at school, I’m sure there are plenty that would love to fuck you.”
Diane says loudly. “What, those high school jerks, there is only one decent guy in my school I would let fuck me and Debbie is already fucking him regularly. The rest are inconsiderate self centered ass holes, that I wouldn’t let touch me with a ten foot pole!!”
“Wow, I had no idea it was that bad.” I said
“Now you see why I came to you, Debbie tells my your really nice and caring, and says you can’t get a girl pregnant, since you had a vasectomy after Bobby was born, and since your wife was killed you haven’t had sex with anyone. She said I could be someone you could be with and fuck me to help you out.” Diane said.
Well thank you Diane, that’s really sweet.” I said “But I need to know if you would have any problems being naked around us.”
“No not at all!” she said.

I asked the girls to take all their cloths off and I would begin the lessons.
I intently watched the girls undress, as I undressed with them. I soon realized Diane had slightly bigger breasts and rounder legs then Debbie. Her legs are slightly longer as is her torso, creating a very sexy body. Both have the same color hair and eyes with Debbie’s hair being a little longer than Diane’s, and Debbie is slightly cuter but both are extremely hot.
When we were all totally naked and sitting on the bed, I asked Diane if she had ever sucked a cock before. She told me she hadn’t even seen one before.

I took a bottle of lube from Bobby’s bedside table and squirted some on my hand. I grasped my hard cock and began to stroke it slowly. “This is how guys usually masturbate, they will do this until they cum, and the white sperm, or jizz, or cum, as it is often called, will come spurting or shooting out. I said to Diane.
Then I placed her hand around my cock, inside my hand and made her stroke it. Diane looked at me and said. “It’s so soft, and yet so stiff and hard.”
“Yep that’s about the way it always is when a man is aroused.” I said.
Diane then asked. Is it always hard like this?” I said. “No honey, it is usually small and soft and limp, it only gets hard and long when a guy gets sexually aroused or excited.”
“Oh I see” she said.

Then I asked. “You like to lick and suck on pop-cycles?” Diane said she did. so I asked her to treat my cock like a pop-cycle, but no teeth, ever, as that hurts.
Diane moved in front of me and began to lick my cock at first, then started sucking it and swirling her tongue around. She was really great as she had me ready to cum in minutes.
I told her I was about to cum, but she didn’t stop, and I tensed up and grunted as I came in the best orgasm I have had in years, as I filled her mouth with my cum, which she swallowed.

When she was done and sat back up, I said. “Wow, that was great, you really picked up on that quickly, your a great cock sucker.” She blushed and thanked me.
Then I asked both girls if they had ever “eaten” a pussy. They both said no.
I said. “Well I’ll have to teach you that, it just may come in handy, hell you may even find you love eating each other.”
Diane looked at me and said. “Wouldn’t that make us lesbians?”
“No, it would make you bisexual, which is somewhat normal with girls your age.” I said. “Would you like me to teach you two to eat pussy?”
They looked at each other and nodded yes.

I had Diane lay back and spread her legs, with Debbie sitting beside her hips, so she could watch me. I moved between Diane’s legs and began caressing her soft firm breasts, and occasionally gently pinching her nipples. After a few minutes I began working a hand down her chest and stomach to her soft smooth beautiful legs, and caressed them, while continuing to alternately caress her breasts with the other.
When Diane was breathing harder and moaning softly, I moved down to her pussy. I parted her lips and showed Debbie her inner parts, including, raising her hood and exposing her sensitive clit.
I said to Debbie and Diane. “First you gently lick around the outer lips to excite her, then move inside and lick her inner lips and around and in her entrance. Once she is really hot and she begins rocking her hips, then you can go directly for her covered clit, licking around and up and down over it. Then when she is at the brink of orgasm you can take her clit in your mouth and suck on it while flicking it with your tongue, this is guaranteed to make her cum, and usually cum hard. I’ll demonstrate this with both of you.”

I began licking Diane’s pussy lips and then just inside. As she quickly heated, I began licking her entrance and inner lips. Then when she was really moaning and rocking her hips I began licking her clit. Diane gasped loudly and bucked up when I first licked her clit. I kept licking her clit until Diane cried out that she was about to cum so hard. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it while flicking it. This sent Diane off as she immediately began shuddering as she came. I continued to suck and flick her clit until her orgasm eased off, then I went back to just licking it for several seconds, then back to her inner lips and entrance until she calmed down.
I sat up and asked her how she liked that. “OH MY GOD, that was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I have never cum that hard. I never new I could cum like that and feel what I felt when you sucked and flicked my clit. Thanks man.”
“Well Debbie what did you learn?” I asked.
I watched every thing you did, and every thing she showed she was feeling and I think I could do that to a girl and like it.”

“Well, Debbie, now it’s your turn to experience this, while Diane watches and learns.” I said
Debbie and Diane traded places, and I moved between her soft smooth legs and began caressing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples gently. Then I moved a hand down and caressed her beautiful legs. Debbie didn’t take long to start panting as she was already hot from watching me lick Diane’s pussy. I then bent down and spread Debbie’s pussy lips and explained to Diane, just what she was seeing and how to find her clit. Then I began licking Debbie’s outer lips for a while, then parting her lips, I began licking her inner lips and around and into her entrance. Debbie quickly rose toward her orgasm and was soon moaning and rocking her hips. I licked her clit for a few seconds, causing her to rocket toward orgasm, so I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it and flicked my tongue over her clit bring her to an instant and powerful orgasm as she shuddered and her juice coated my chin. I sucked and flicked her clit until her orgasm subsided, then I licked her clit and pussy lips until she came down. Then I sat up and asked Diane if she had seen what I was doing, and at what point in Debbie’s arousal I changed to the more pleasure intense stimulation I was giving her to make her cum. She told me she had and thought she could do it ok. I asked Debbie how she liked being eaten. She said. “It was great just like Bobby does to me before we fuck.”
Speaking of fucking, when can we fuck?” Diane asks.
“Well first I’m going to let you watch me fuck your sister, so you can get a good idea what you will be experiencing.” I said
Debbie was excited by this, as was Diane.

I asked Diane to lay flat on her back on the bed. Then I had Debbie move over Diane in a sixty nine position with her legs spread, so Diane could see Debbie’s pussy. Then I moved behind Debbie and guiding my cock between her pussy lips I moved it around inside them, coating it with her juices and locating her entrance. Then I slowly began pushing my cock into Debbie’s pussy, causing her to gasp softly as my cock head penetrated her and slid in. I heard Diane whisper. “Oh my god.” as she watched my cock slid into her sisters pussy. I began fucking Debbie slowly, saying to Diane. This is what it looks like when a guy fucks a girl, this is the doggy position.”
Diane said. “I never imagined I would look like that, I can see her lips pull out when you pull out and disappear inside her when you push in.” Diane reached up and rubbed Debbie’s clit, which caused her to flinch at the touch. “You’ll make her cum hard and quicker if you keep rubbing her clit.” I said.
“How in the hell did you know I was rubbing her clit?” Diane asked.
Didn’t you see her flinch when you first touched her clit?” I asked.
“Oh ya I did.” Diane said.
“Well that flinch will usually occur when a girl is highly aroused, and you touch her clit.”
“Oh I didn’t know that.” Diane said.
I pulled out of Debbie and stood. I said “I’ll show you some more positions before we come back to this one and we make Debbie cum, then I’ll fuck you. Ok?”
“Ok.” Diane says. “Ok” Debbie says.

I laid on my back on the bed, with my knees at the edge. I had Diane stand in front of me. Then I ask Debbie to kneel over my waist, facing Diane, and ride me. Debbie climbs over me and positions her pussy over my cock. She sinks down on me, taking my cock deep into her pussy. Debby begins fucking me at a nice pace.
As Debbie is riding me I look around her at Diane, who is watching us fuck, intently. She see me looking at her and says. “Man that looks good, I can’t wait to try it.”
I ask Debbie to get off me and stand in the middle of the room, with her legs spread. I ask Diane to stand to the side of Debbie so she can watch as I move up behind Debbie and enter her pussy and fuck her while reaching around and caressing her breasts. Debbie lays her head back on my shoulder and moans. After a minute I pull out and move around in front of her. I raise one of her legs up by the knee and stepping close I sink my cock deep into her pussy and fuck her with long slow strokes for a moment. I look at Diane and say. This is the two most common standing positions.”
Then I pull out and have her lay on the bed with her legs spread. I have Diane stand by our feet as I move over Debbie and lying over her I enter her and begin fucking her. I look at Diane and say. “This is the most common way people fuck.”
Then I ask Debbie to raise her legs up with her knees bent as I sink very deep into her pussy. I look at Diane and say. “In this position I can get my cock very deep into her pussy. Some girls really like this, because it makes them feel more filled and allows her clit to be rubbed by the guy’s groin when he moves in deep.”
Debbie says. “I’m one of them. I love it when Bobby and I fuck in this position, I cum harder and faster than in any other position.”

I pull out of Debbie and get up off her. I have Diane lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread. Then I have Debbie move back over her in the sixty nine. I ask Debbie to lick Diane’s pussy, and Diane Lick Debbie’s clit while I fuck Debbie.
I moved behind Debbie and entering her pussy I began fucking her as Diane licked her clit, and she licked Diane’s pussy.
It didn’t take more than about a minute for Debbie to reach her orgasm and begin to shudder hard as she came hard. Then when Debbie’s orgasm subsided completely I slowed my pace for a minute, before pulling out and getting up. I said to Diane. “You ready to fuck now?”
“I’ve been ready for a long while now.” she said

I asked Debbie to roll off Diane so I could move over her. When she did I moved between her legs, which she spread wider as I moved down onto her. I reached down and positioned my cock between her pussy lips and moved it around a while to tease her. Then I placed my cock head at her entrance and gently pushed in. Diane gasped when my cock head popped through her entrance and hit her hymen. I asked Debbie to reach between us and rub Diane’s clit.
When she did Diane cried out. “Oh my god that feels so fucking good. I can’t believe it. I can feel your cock in my entrance stretching it while Debbie is rubbing my clit, which feels fantastic.
Soon Diane begins rocking her hips and groaning louder and louder. Then after about a minute she says. “Oh god I’m gonna cum!!”
I was getting ready to take her at just the right time. Then Diane tensed and when I felt her begin to shudder as she came, I pushed my cock through her hymen, and deep into her pussy, allowing the intense pleasure of her orgasm mask the pain of her hymen tearing, which it did. My cock was fully inside her by the time her orgasm subsided.

When Diane opened her eyes and looked me in the eyes, I said. “Yes baby, my cock is completely inside you.” She said. “I know, I can feel it inside me. I just can’t believe how good it feels to be filled by your cock.”
“Well when your ready, I’ll start moving. and if it hurts or feels uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” I said.
“Go ahead, I’m ready.” she said.
I slowly pulled all but the head of my cock out of her, and sensing no discomfort from her I pushed it back in. Not sensing any discomfort from her I began fucking her slowly. When Diane began moaning softly, I began fucking her a little faster, causing her to moan louder. When she began rocking her hips and was moaning louder I began fucking her harder, and faster. Diane soon tensed up and cried out. “I’m going to cum… Oh god I’m cumming!” as she began convulsing and shuddering as she came. The heat and contracting of her pussy were enough to make me cum and I began to grunt and my cock throbbed as I had my first orgasm in a pussy in three years. I had forgotten how fantastic it feels to cum in a pussy. instead of in my hand.
When our orgasms subsided I pulled out of her and sat up. Diane looked at me then Debbie and said. “Oh god that felt so incredible, now I know why you and Bobby fuck so often and so long. That feels so great I want to do it again and again.”
“We will baby, we will, I loved fucking you too. but now I’m spent, lets go get cleaned up.” I said.

We headed to the shower and got cleaned up.
I arranged to get together with Diane on Monday.
She called Sunday evening to tell me she and Debbie spent half of the day licking each others pussy and having mutual orgasms in the sixty nine. And that I was right about them loving the intense pleasure licking each others pussy.

End of part 2… for now

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Uh oh…

KVK’s back, my friends!
My sincerest apologies for taking so long. It’s getting harder and harder to find time to write these days, but I’ve got lots more stories to tell, and since I’ve met with such a positive reception here, I don’t see any reason to quit now!
Also – I double-checked to make sure all the italics code was entered properly; sorry about that in the last chapter; total accident.
As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy.

Sunday

There was a long, terrible silence.
Minda was huddled in the corner, covering herself with a pillow, her head bowed and her hair hanging over her face. At least she had thought to do so. I’d just frozen where I was like an idiot, on my hands and knees with my ass sticking straight up into the air. And taking all this in, standing in the doorway completely still, was my mother, home more than a day early from her business trip and the only one in the room with any clothes on.
She looked surprised. We all were, but she probably had a little more right to be. Here she was in her teenage daughter’s bedroom, who up until this point had displayed no acts or indications of wanton sexuality, and suddenly she catches me giving oral sex to my – female – best friend. This was probably pretty far down on the list of things she had expected to see today.
“Oh!” she finally said, blinking. “Oh my.”
I didn’t – couldn’t – move. I just stared and stammered something like, “Mom, I…”
“It’s okay,” she said, blinking again and averting her gaze. “It’s okay, just… put some clothes on and come downstairs and we’ll talk, okay?” She pulled the door shut.
More silence. Minda and I didn’t move. It was like, if we stood still long enough, maybe it would undo what had just happened.
“Shit,” I finally said.
“Oh, God…” Minda agreed.
“Shit!”
She nodded, looking miserable.
“We are in so much trouble. We are so dead.”
“Well, go after her!” Minda urged, making little pushing motions towards the door. “Say it wasn’t what it looked like!”
“It was exactly what it looked like, Minda! Fuck!”
She sighed. “I know.” Then she shook her head and moved off the bed, and began pulling clothes on.

When we’d dressed we headed downstairs to face the music. I couldn’t fucking believe it. How could I be having the best days of my whole friggin’ life, how could I have been feeling so good, and sharing that experience with my closest friend, and then suddenly have it explode like this? Fuck. Mom would send Minda home. I’d be grounded. More than grounded. She might not let me see her for a long time. Hell, she might not let me see her ever again. I wasn’t even embarrassed that Mom had caught us anymore; now I was just mad that, as soon as we had discovered each other this way, it was going to be taken from us.
I looked over at Minda as we reached the first floor. She had been looking at the ground the whole time. She looked so… sad. Guilty, too, but mostly just devastated. I felt some of my anger disappear, to be replaced with some of that sadness. I reached over for her hand. She grabbed it eagerly, our fingers twined together, and we squeezed, just once, before letting go again. She looked up at me finally with those big brown eyes of hers.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I said.
She almost looked like she believed it. I wished I did.
We found Mom seated at the kitchen table. We sat down across from her.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I began.
Mom sort of gave me this funny look. “Sorry? For what?”
Minda and I glanced at each other.
Mom sort of smirked. “What, you two think you’re the only ones to have ever gotten caught having sex?”
Well that shocked the hell out of us.
“Look,” she said. “It’s really okay. You’re not in trouble. I didn’t even know you two were in this sort of relationship. I should have knocked first.”
Minda and I glanced at each other. “Well, this hasn’t really been going on that long,” I said.
“It hasn’t?”
“No, I… Um… Well, we just…” I got flustered, gave up, and started again. “This all just sort of happened,” I finally managed.
“Uh huh,” said Mom. She thought for a minute, and then said, “Why don’t you just start from the beginning.”
We told her. All of it. We explained how we’d been trying on clothes Friday night, and Minda’s simple question about having bigger boobs had turned into something much more. Mom nodded to herself when I told her that was why I’d been so out of breath on the phone. We then told her about our talk the next morning, and our agreement to “experiment” after we got home and we were supposed to be in the house anyway.
“One thing just sort of led to another,” I said, not wanting to divulge any more detail than that, “and we fell asleep, you know, afterwards, and then we kinda started again when we woke up.”
Mom nodded, understanding. “And that’s when I came in.”
And then – I swear – she started laughing.
“Oh, girls,” she said, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea…”
Minda and I glanced at each other again. “So you’re… not mad?” Minda hazarded.
“Mad? No!” Mom started laughing even harder. Minda and I sort of chuckled, but I think we were still too freaked out to really join in. Looking back on it, though, I guess it was sort of funny. In a horribly awkward sort of way.
Mom finally got control of herself and said, “No, no I’m not mad. For goodness’s sake you’re teenagers. Experimenting with sex is what you’re supposed to do at this age. It’s perfectly natural.” She suddenly adopted a stern look. “Now, it would be a little different if I’d caught you with another person who wasn’t supposed to be in this house. Especially if it had been a boy and you hadn’t been using protection.”
I blushed fiercely. “Mooooom,” I groaned.
“Have you had other people in this house while I was gone?”
“No, Mom.”
“Have you had unprotected sex with a boy?”
“No, Mom!”
Mom nodded to herself. “Good. Not that I have any problems with you having sex with a boy, just… I don’t any of us want you pregnant at this age.” She looked at us, and smiled a little. “To be honest, you two have been so close for so many years I’m actually pretty surprised you haven’t done something like this before.”
“R-really?” Minda asked.
“Oh, sure,” said Mom. “I know I was having my own little ‘experiments’ when I was a couple of years younger than you two.”
Our eyebrows shot up. “You did?” we said in unison.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “The stories I could tell you…”
Mom talked for hours. She revealed to us a side of herself I’d never seen or even suspected. As it turns out, Mom had been quite the nympho when she was younger! She’d started masturbating way earlier than I had, and told us about her many partners through high school and college, men and women alike, sometimes with two or even three other people at once! She told us about the G-spot, described techniques and toys, relayed roleplaying sessions and bondage anecdotes, all with a level of detail I’d have thought anyone would be embarrassed to say out loud – especially to her own daughter! But she said she’d always enjoyed sex, and didn’t feel the need to hide it or be ashamed by it.
I remember suddenly seeing my mother in a totally different way, then. She and I had always been close. I’d never known my father, and so she and I had always only had each other. We were able to share most of our lives very easily with each other… but she’d always been Mom. Now, suddenly, I could see her just as a woman. A woman who’d married young and had a kid at twenty, and who had been forced to drop out of college to take care of it. And then Dad had just up and left us, left her. Fortunately she was able to use what little college education she had, and had landed a decent job which had miraculously led to promotions and raises and a good house in a good neighborhood. But before that, she’d been young and wild, and had, apparently, developed quite the sex life. I could see it, now that I was able to look for it: my mom was actually quite attractive. She was a little taller than me, and had a very similar face. She dyed her hair blonde and kept it short, chin-length, in a sort of bob cut. And she had a killer body. She worked out hard and often to keep it. I was amazed that kind of figure could exist on someone who’d had a kid. She had wide hips that swayed when she walked, and her breasts – I’d never really just looked at them before – were enormous. Jesus, when did she get those? They had to be at least twice the size of mine. I could tell by the way they moved that they weren’t as firm as perhaps they once were, but they were still impressive. And what was more curious is that I realized that she never displayed them. Even today, she was wearing a red sweater over black slacks, in the summertime (although every plane I’d ever been on had been freezing, so maybe that had something to do with it). Conservative clothing, designed to conceal her form rather than accentuate it.
“So are you… you know… seeing anyone right now?” Minda asked at one point.
Mom shook her head. “No, I haven’t been with anyone since Amy’s father left.”
“That’s so sad,” I said. And then, once the thought had sunk in, “That must be really, um, frustrating for you. I mean, look at you, you could have anybody you wanted!”
Mom grinned. “Why thank you. But no, I’ve got a job and a house and a daughter to take care of, and I don’t really want anybody right now. But on a strictly physical level, I’ve got plenty of movies and toys, and they get me by just fine.” She winked.
“Really?” Minda and I looked at each other again; she had a gleam in her eye. “Can we see?”
Mom laughed a little. “Mmm, maybe some other time,” she said. “Right now, though, I need to go back up and pack.”
I frowned. “Pack? Why? Actually, now that I think about it, what are you doing home? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until sometime tomorrow.”
“Bad shellfish, if you’ll believe that,” Mom huffed. “More than half the group got sick. They cancelled early and sent us home; said they’d reschedule.” That would explain it – Mom didn’t like seafood.
“So where are you going now?”
“Well,” she said, standing and stretching, “since I interrupted, I figure I should at least give you back the last night you thought you were going to have.” She winked at us again. “Didn’t mean to spoil your fun.”
That made us start giggling. She knew exactly what we were going to be doing tonight and she didn’t care. I have the coolest mom in the world.
“So… are you two dating, now, or…?” Mom trailed off, I guess leaving us to fill in the blank.
Once again, Minda and I looked at each other, but this time, we held each other’s gazes. I hadn’t even thought beyond this weekend, beyond the hot, sweaty, wonderful sex. But I sort of liked the idea, and I could tell by the way Minda’s face began to glow that she did, too.
“I’m not sure,” I said, still looking at Minda. “But I think I’d like to try it.”
Minda beamed, and swallowed and said, “I would, too.” She leaned forward and we kissed, gently.
“Well why don’t you get out of the house, then? Go on a date? I’ve got packing to do, and…” She trailed off again.
“And what?” I asked.
For the first time, Mom’s cheeks colored a little. “To be honest, all this talk has sort of gotten me worked up and I could use some… relief.”
I shook my head in amazement. My mother was standing here, after my best friend and I had kissed and decided to go out on a date, talking openly about going to masturbate.
I could tell life was going to be a little different from here on.
I looked back at Minda, grinning. “Well, I guess we’d better hurry, then,” I said, and we rushed upstairs. We started scrambling around, looking for clothes to wear, deciding which of us would get the shower first, comparing accessories… preparing.
Preparing for our date.

Not really having the money or desire to try a really fancy place (and not having all that many formal clothes anyway) we decided on a sort of middle-nice chain restaurant. We made no effort to conceal our relationship. We held hands. We kissed, once or twice; not sloppily making out, of course, but little pecks on the cheeks and lips. We got a couple speculative looks and odd glances.
It didn’t bother us in the least.
I wore pants that nicely showed off my ass, boots, and a tight matching top with a small gold necklace. Minda decked herself out in a black skirt and sleeveless top with strappy, heeled sandals. She even did her hair up in a tight coil, and wore silver bracelets and earrings. She looked absolutely beautiful. She blushed when I told her so.
Dinner was… dinner. I don’t really remember the food. I just remember looking over at Minda, once my closest friend and now that plus so much more. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I couldn’t stop feeling so incredibly happy, like fortune had smiled upon me and granted me a wonderful gift.
We talked about us. Neither of us had really been prepared for this kind of relationship, especially not with another girl, but here we were nonetheless. Our friends from school came up, of course, and what they’d all think. I’d been sort of worried about that, but Minda made me relax, saying that if they didn’t like it and support it, they could all go to hell. Most of them, I knew, would probably be surprised (I sure was!) but accepting; a few might have issues, but I resolved not to let them bother me. Such is life.
Minda’s family was another concern. She came from a Catholic household, with pretty conservative parents and three brothers (two older, and one, Victor, who I knew from school, was the youngest). She said she honestly didn’t know how they would react. I told her that if she wanted me to, I would come with her when she told them. She said she’d break the news when it felt right to do so, but warned me that, yes, she might want me there by her side.
Our waiter must have been both insightful and openminded, because he treated us like any other couple out on a date, seemingly totally unconcerned that a pair of high-school-age girls were sitting rather close to one another and occasionally smooching. His smiles weren’t lecherous, but warm, like he was genuinely happy for us. Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t; either way he got a real healthy tip.
He didn’t even stare at Minda’s tits, like I did.
The plates came and went. Did we care for some dessert? No, we were both too full. The check arrived, the meal was paid for, and we went home.

The house was dark when we got back, and there was no sign of Mom. There was, however, a note taped to my bedroom door:
You can use my bed tonight, girls. I also saw how interested you were in my little collection, so, if you want to, you can partake in that, too. I’ve unlocked the drawer under the TV, where I keep my movies, and beside it I’ve put a box of some of my toys that I don’t use anymore. You’re welcome to use or keep any that you like. Don’t worry, I washed them well, and I’ll expect you to do the same! I’ll be back about noon tomorrow. Have fun, girls! Love, Mom.
Minda and I read the note, cast a shocked glance at each other, and then dashed down the hall.
Mom’s bedroom is quite a bit bigger than mine, and cleaner, too. Her gigantic four-poster bed dominated the room, gauzy white curtains tied to the posts. The frame was made of a very dark, almost black, wood, and the chest of drawers and the nightstand matched. The stand at the foot of the bed, where she kept her TV, was clearly from a different set, but it didn’t look too out-of-place. She really liked white: white carpet, white bedspread, white curtains. There were doors leading to her bathroom and her walk-in closet, which was huge and I was highly jealous of.
“Oh my God,” said Minda. “Amy, come here and look at these.” She was leaning over the small, unassuming cardboard box beside the TV stand and staring into it with fascinated, horrified amusement.
I peeked over her shoulder, and, yes, as the note said, it was filled with sex toys. I’d never seen any before, but that’s what they had to be – most were round and long, in various sizes and in all kinds of colors. Some seemed to be made of hard plastic, others rubber. Some were smooth, some had knobs or ridges or little bumps. A couple, towards the bottom, seemed to be much smaller but had little boxes with buttons and dials attached with wires – vibrators, I was sure, and a quick press of an “on” button confirmed it – and a tube of lubricant, and then there was some enormously complicated thing with buckles and straps, and we couldn’t even come close to figuring out what it was or how you used it. There was even a little silk rope, which put all sorts of naughty ideas in my head.
“What on Earth do you do with all this?” I asked incredulously.
Minda turned to me with a wicked smile. “Let’s watch some of your mom’s videos and see if we can find out!”
She pulled me into a kiss, and I could tell from the intensity that she was pretty turned on already. To tell the truth, it didn’t take much attention from her tongue to put me in the same state.
She sat down on the edge of the bed to undo her sandals (which took a while, the straps were complex) while I scanned the movie selection. There was a bit more here than I had guessed, and there was a quite a range, too – men and women, just women, and a few with just men! Most were straightforward enough, sounding like they had just enough plot to give these people reasons to have sex, but some were laughably improbable or just downright stupid. I selected one that didn’t sound too bad, advertising “All Lesbian Action.” I figured we might as well watch the sort of thing we were about to participate in!
Minda stretched herself out on the bed, propped up by pillows, and patted the space next to her when I got the DVD started. I noticed that she had moved the box closer to the bed, within easy reach. I kicked off my shoes and laid down next to her.
I admit it. The porn was silly, but at the same time it was pretty exciting to watch. I mean, sure, the actresses all spoke their lines stiffly and the characters they played idiotic… but they were getting naked, and they were having sex, and it didn’t take them very long to do it. In fact, within just a few minutes, they were doing things to each other that Minda and I had taken a whole evening to work up to!
Minda had snuggled up to me during the movie, one arm across my stomach, one leg over mine. I could feel her breasts rise and fall with every breath, and could feel those breaths on my neck. Between her closeness and the porn, I was starting to feel hot – and not a little tingly in certain places!
One girl onscreen sat at the edge of a couch, spreading her legs wide so that the other one could lick her pussy. Minda planted a slow, wet kiss on my neck, making me shiver. “Remember when I did that to you last night?” she whispered in my ear before she licked it. “That was so hot. I can’t wait to do it again.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. “I’m not stopping you,” I declared with a smile.
She shook her head. “Not yet. I want to see some more of this.”
I giggled. “This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”
“Oh God yes,” she breathed. Her thighs tightened around mine and she ground her hip into me, just once. “But it’s also giving me some… ideas. Plus I want to see if any of them use anything like what your mom gave us.”
I almost told her that we could probably figure it out, but I’ll admit, I was kinda curious myself. We kept watching, but our hands were growing bolder, and ran up and down our bodies and snuck quick touches of flesh.
The actresses had moved more fully onto the couch. The one who had been giving the oral sex turned around, so that she now knelt on her hands and knees above the other’s body. The one on bottom grabbed the one on top and guided her down, so that they were both eating each other out!
“Ooo, now that looks like a good idea!” Minda said. “We’ll have to try that one out!”
I tried to suggest that we could try that one out right now, but Minda still wanted to watch the movie. I decided that I’d had enough; I was getting really horny, and I was going to start with or without her.
I pulled off my shirt and bra, and it was a wonderful feeling all on its own to feel the cool, open air on my hot, sweaty breasts. The flesh around my areolae puckered at the sudden temperature change, but my nipples were already as stiff as they were going to get.
“No fair,” Minda protested, her breath hot against my neck. “You’re supposed to wait for me.”
I rolled on top of her and gently bit her neck. “You’re too slow,” I told her. “I want you now.”
She sighed, but she was grinning as she did it. “Oh, fine,” she huffed in mock surrender.
She started returning my kisses and raking her fingernails up and down my back just hard enough to feel it. I groaned when her lips traveled around the curve of my jaw, down my neck, and onto my chest. The tip of her tongue was doing truly wonderful things to my left nipple when she suddenly said, “Oh, Amy, look!”
For fuck’s sake, I thought. I wasn’t interested in the damn porno anymore. I growled, but I swiveled my head around to look anyway. The woman who had been on top a few minutes ago was now sitting on the couch with her legs open wide, playing idly with her shaved pussy, as she watched the other woman strap on some sort of device to her waist. Standing up from the front of it was a big, thick, black dildo. She climbed on top of the other woman, pushed the thing into her (making her give the fakest cry of pleasure I’d ever heard!) and started industriously grinding her hips into her.
“That’s like that thing in your mom’s box,” Minda said, her eyes bright.
I remembered the complicated-looking bundle of straps we’d found, and the lightbulb flicked on in my head. “So that’s what that thing was.”
Minda grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, desperate; her tongue flicked urgently against mine. “Please, Amy,” she begged between gasps for air, “please let me do that to you.”
I pulled away a little. “You want to do that?” I tried to find a polite way to say no. “I… don’t know, Minda…”
“Oh, please.” It was almost a whine. She continued running her mouth and tongue around my breasts. “I want to so bad. I want to push my body into yours; I want to feel it inside you.”
I was still reluctant. “I’m not so sure, Minda.” I reminded her that I didn’t even like to put my fingers inside my vagina when I masturbated.
She pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. “How do you know you won’t like it until you try it?” she asked.
I opened my mouth, closed it. She had a point, damn it.
“I guess,” I said. Then I smiled, and slid my arms under her body, holding her close. “Either way, I think you and I are wearing entirely too much clothing.”
Minda grinned wickedly. “I agree.”
We attacked each other, rolling back and forth on top of one another, each of us trying to strip off a different piece of the other’s clothes. After a few moments, when both of us were on our sides, my hand found one of her knees, and I slid my hand up the outside of her thigh, around back to grip the curve of her ass, and then continued further up under her skirt.
I froze. I felt around a little, and then looked, wide-eyed, at Minda, who just smiled.
My mouth dropped open. “You’re not wearing any underwear!” I cried.
She giggled, and slid her leg up along mine, which opened her legs a little wider and allowed me easier access to her exposed – and extremely wet – pussy. “Nope,” she declared. “I haven’t all night.”
I started breathing faster. I had been plenty turned on already, but this pushed me over some sort of edge. I could actually hear my own heartbeat. I wanted to… I don’t know what I wanted to do. It was almost like being angry, like I wanted to rip her body apart – only sexually. I was quite beyond just wanting to fuck her; I wanted to do things to her so fast and so hard she’d scream. I wanted to feel her body thrash and writhe beneath me. I wanted to hear her beg me to stop, and then beg me not to.
I pushed her back onto the bed, hard, and wriggled my body between her legs, forcing them apart. I jerked her skirt apart and up her waist – I think I heard it tear a little, but I really did not care.
And there it was – Minda’s pussy, naked before my eyes. Between her hot, smooth, caramel thighs, Minda’s labia lay open and glistening with arousal, inviting me, begging me in.
Well, who was I to argue?
I dove in. I twisted my tongue into her, pressed it against and flicked it across her fully-erect clit, and pulled on the lips with my teeth. I kissed it like it was another pair of lips and I spread her open wide and lapped at her clit like a cat drinking water.
It drove Minda crazy. She arched her back. She twisted her shoulders and rolled her head. She moaned. She gasped. She cried out. She gripped the headboard for dear life and she pounded her fists onto the bed.
Didn’t take long for her to start getting close. I could feel it. Her legs constricted around my head, tighter and tighter, and her gasps rose in pitch, higher, and higher, and…
She grabbed the sides of my face with her hands and pushed me away. I tried to catch my breath, feeling the air cooling the wetness all over my mouth and chin, as Minda lay on her side, shaking.
I leaned forward again, planting a gentle kiss on her hip. “Why’d you make me stop?” I asked.
She smiled, then slid off the edge of the bed and onto her feet. As she crossed her arms before her to strip off her shirt, she looked back at me. “I want to watch you come first,” she said, and with a significant nod in my direction, added, “Now get out of those pants.”
I stood up on the other side of the bed, unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, and shifted my hips back and forth, working my pants and panties off my hips and down my legs, noticing the damp spot on the latter – I was just a little excited, in case you couldn’t tell. Naked, I crossed the room to turn off the TV (we weren’t paying any attention to it anymore) and then laid back down, turning onto my side to watch my lover.
My lover. It made me smile.
Minda was naked now, too, and had already gotten the strap-on mostly on. She had her back to me, so I got to admire the way the straps framed her cute little ass as she tightened and adjusted it. Then, she reached back into the box for the tube of lube, and poured a little into her hand. She turned and knelt onto the bed – the strap-on had a flesh-colored dildo – much lighter than her own skin tone – affixed to it, smaller than the one we’d seen in the porno but still sizable, with a head. The hand with the lube in it reached down and gripped it, spreading it all along its length, stroking it as if it were her actual cock. I stared at it with no small amount of trepidation.
She walked on her knees over to me, leaned over so that her hair spilled over my face, and kissed me – softly, but urgently. With her eyes closed, she whispered, “Are you ready?”
I said nothing. I still wasn’t sure about this… but she wanted it, and so I, at the very least, would try it. I rolled onto my back, and drew her close. I felt the hard, rubbery thing lay against my sex, and Minda rocked it gently up and down, letting it slide along the length of my labia, parting them and teasing my clit. Okay, I thought as Minda gave my tits wet, sucking kisses, this isn’t so bad so far.
After a minute Minda drew her knees under her, and slipping an arm between us guided the tip of the strap-on just inside my outer labia. She then grabbed my hips, and slowly began to push it in.
It was not comfortable. My vagina stretched to accommodate this thing; it was almost painful. I was pretty wet down there, but even so, the lube made it easier. Minda went slowly, very slowly, but steadily, not stopping or drawing it back out.
Soon I felt her hips press up against mine. “Okay, it’s all the way in,” she said. “Are you okay?”
One of her hands found mine and I gripped it. “Just give me a minute,” I gasped. I felt like my whole abdomen, my whole body, was adjusting itself around this thing. I didn’t have a hymen anymore – I’d lost that years ago riding my bike – but my vaginal walls were not used to this.
“Are you sure? We can stop if you want to.”
I smiled, shook my head, and reached out to lay my hands on her hips. “It’s just different,” I said, “I’m getting used to it. Besides,” I smirked, “how could I deny you something you want so badly?”
She laughed a little, and ran her hands up and down my sides and legs. “True. You haven’t been very good at saying ‘no’ to me lately.”
I grinned, and then nodded. “Okay.”
She pulled it mostly out, eliciting a sigh – about half of it relief – from me. When she pushed it back in, it wasn’t nearly so uncomfortable. We soon got into a slow, steady rhythm.
“How is it?” she asked.
“Well,” I said, considering, “you’re still doing it, aren’t you?”
She grinned, and started going a little faster.
I was actually beginning to enjoy it, a little. I surprised myself by spreading my legs a little wider, trying to get it deeper in.
Minda seemed to like doing it, too. I could feel her nipples drag up and down my chest as she pushed her body against me, and her kisses were hot and wet.
Still, I wanted to hear her say it. “How do you like it?” I asked her, a little breathlessly.
“It’s nice,” she said, “but I’d rather know you liked it, too.”
I quirked an eyebrow, an idea popping into my head. “I think I can arrange that,” I said.
“Oh?”
Quickly, before she knew what was going on, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pressed my legs alongside her body, and jerked hard to one side. She gave a surprised yelp, and we rolled over. Now on top, I covered her neck and breasts with kisses before pushing myself up into a kneeling position, the strap-on still inside me, and, using her body for leverage, started thrusting my hips up and down.
“Oh, Amy,” Minda breathed. Her hands rested against my hips, fingers spread wide, and she helped guide me.
I have to admit, being on top was a lot better. I felt like I had better control this way, and I felt like Minda could see me better, too. I realized I liked it when she watched me like this – she was doing it now, devouring me with her eyes. I reached down for her hands, and pulled them up to my breasts. She eagerly gripped them, started flicking and pulling and pinching the nipples. She got into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs a bit and pulling her knees up into the air, which spread my legs a little wider in the process. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat, closed my eyes, and rolled my head back.
I soon discovered I could get much the same result by rolling my hips back and forth, rather than trying to lift my body up and down, and with far less effort. I started getting really into it, playing with the strength of my thrusts and the timing, trying to find a good combination of hard versus fast. It was good, but I realized I wasn’t going to get off this way. I arched my back, kept one hand on Minda’s breast, and tried to slide the other down between our bodies. It didn’t really work, until Minda, seeing what I was trying to do, took my other hand and placed it on her own knee. Using it for support, I was able to lean back much farther, and left my clit much more accessible. I diddled it with abandon.
“Oh, Amy, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Minda said. She sounded far away. “That’s it, baby, fuck me, oh, I want to see you come.” She started lifting her hips up into me, matching my pace.
“Aaa!” I cried. “Mmm, uh, yeh, yeah! Mmmm!” My finger went faster and faster; the orgasm was building and it couldn’t come fast enough for me. “Oh… oh yes… Mmm, fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I gave one last long, high-pitched squeal and then the orgasm hit me. Oh, God, it hit me hard. I think I screamed; I know my back arched and I sat there stiff as a board for a second, and then all my strength left me and I collapsed forward onto my lover, gasping for air.
We lay like that for a long time, panting and sweating. We kissed a few times, but mostly we just recovered.
“I take it you liked it?” Minda asked, laughing quietly and kissing my ear.
I panted. “I think I could get used to it,” I said, smiling into the pillow.
After a time, I got up and told her to take the strap-on off. “You sure?” she asked teasingly, undoing the buckles.
“Oh yes,” I said, digging through the box. “It’s definitely your turn, now.” I found what I wanted and sat back on top of her. I grabbed her hands by the wrists, and began tying them together with the silk rope.
“Amy!” she cried in mock horror. “What are you doing?”
“Getting back at you for stopping me earlier,” I declared, and tied her bound wrists to the headboard. Satisfied she couldn’t interfere again, I picked up the biggest, most wicked-looking vibrator I could find, a bright pink one with knobs all up and down its length.
I held it before her face, and turned it on, watching her eyes widen. I then placed it against her throat, dragged it down her chest – making lengthy stops at each breast and nipple – across her belly, and up and down each leg, and all around her pussy opening. She squirmed under its touch, crying out and trying to twist her body away, but between the rope and my own body, she wasn’t able to go very far, but I don’t think she minded.
I teased her mercilessly until she was sweating and bucking her hips up to try and meet the vibrator. Eventually took pity on her and decided to give her what she wanted. I poised the thing just outside her and turned the dial to ‘high.’
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”

Let’s just say that it was a long night. We did not sleep, instead trying almost every toy in the box and watching a number of Mom’s videos. We tried all sorts of positions – including that 69! – with toys and without, pleasuring one another individually, each other, and sometimes ourselves so that the other could watch.
By morning, both of us were sticky with sweat, saliva, and pussy juice, sore beyond belief, and the room was an absolute mess. We rested a little while, and then cleaned up, claiming a number of our favorite toys from the box, reorganizing the DVD collection, picking up our clothes and stripping the bedsheets to put them in the wash.
Minda gathered her things and we held each other for a long, long time, tearfully saying goodbyes. Yes, we’d probably see each other in no more than a few days, but this wonderful, wonderful weekend was over. This magical time of discovery that we’d had all to ourselves – mostly – was gone, and even though it was the start of another level of our relationship, we couldn’t help but mourn the passing.
True to her word Mom came home about noon, but by then Minda had left. We talked a little, but seeing my depressed mood she largely left me alone.

Days later, Mom came home with a smile on her face.
“Hey, Amy, guess what?” she asked, poking her head into my room (but not without knocking first).
“What?”
“They sent out a memo today. The business trip has been rescheduled for the weekend after next. Think you and Minda could handle watching the house for a couple of days again by yourselves?”
My mind shot to my closet, to the little box in the corner, where Minda and I had stored our toy selection – in particular, to the long, translucent purple double-ended dildo we’d never gotten around to trying out.
I grinned. “I think we might be able to manage that.”

Thus concludes The Four Day Weekend.
I’ll admit – part of the delay was caused because, originally, Mom was supposed to join in. But I got so many requests not to do that, I decided to rewrite it. I hope it turned out okay anyway.
For those of you who did want the incestuous action, try my Unusual series, which I’ll be adding another part to soon.
Thanks for reading, everyone. I hope you enjoyed it.
-KVK

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A young woman sees her brother’s girlfriend, and she can’t deny her feelings.

I went to my window. “Good, Gary, you brought your girlfriend,” I muttered, peeking out there. “Oh, Veronica, you’re as hot as lava, but I wouldn’t mind having you all over me,” I muttered, letting my hand into my panties. “Here you come with my brother, but damn, I almost wish you two would break up. Of course, I wouldn’t want to help another lady cheat, but shit, Gary, you know how to pick them. Oh, you’re kissing now; if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had something big to tell,” I let out, pleasing myself. “You just texted me twenty minutes ago that you had something to tell me, and you brought the long-haired brunette beauty, so it must also have something to do with her. Does it? Well, here you both come, so I guess I’m about to find out,” I said, before evicting my hand and sitting down.

I waited a few seconds and heard a knock.

“Come in.”

“Hey, sis,” he said, coming in the door. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Veronica.”

“You like me, right?” she joked.

“Yes, I like you, Veronica,” I replied, going to her.

We hugged each other, and then I got one with Gary as well. Then we all sat down on the couch, but they failed to say anything.

“Okay, I’ll bite; what’s the news?”

Veronica swallowed, and I saw her digging into her pocket. “Well, Claudia, your brother just gave me this ring,” she confessed, showing me her hand.

I cheesed for a second and rubbed my face. “Oh, congratulations,” I said, hugging her. “I had no idea you two were getting that close.”

“Well, we are, Claudia,” she added, backing away. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude; we just haven’t seen a lot of you.”

I couldn’t resist, but to check out her crack. ‘Well, you have your bosoms on display, and I want to jump your bones, so I’m sorry.’

“So, we just wanted you to know immediately, sis, and see how you felt. I know Veronica didn’t mean anything by it, but you’ve only met Veronica a handful of times. Although, she still has something she’d like to ask you, though.”

I nodded as she took my hands in hers. “Would you be my maid of honor, Claudia?”

“Why?” I asked, bringing my head and hands back. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. But, um, I didn’t see this coming as the news, and I’m really thrown off now. You want me to be your maid of honor? Don’t you have someone closer to you you’d like to do that?”

“Well, I have other friends, yes, but you’re still the first lady I thought of when the idea came up. I thought it might be a good way to get closer before the wedding. If it’s something you’re really not into, then don’t worry about it.”

I couldn’t help, but to keep checking her out, she had her rack front and center, and the rest of her figure was something hot. I felt myself shaking, and my underwear got rather wet again too.

“So, what do you think, sis?”

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and pictured her smoking hot body naked. ‘Well, if I ever have a chance to see her naked, this is a no-brainer,’ I thought, before glancing at her. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Oh, thanks, Claudia,” she mentioned, prior to hugging me. “I’ll finally have a sister.”

“Me too,” I added, looking at Gary.

“Thanks, sis,” he mouthed.

I nodded and backed away.

“Well, I thought we could stay for dinner too, sis. Is that cool?”

“Why not, but I wasn’t planning on cooking something fancy.”

“I thought we could order something actually, on us, of course, but could we talk for a moment?”

I nodded, and we went into my bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I went in there and heard him out as we sat on the bed.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t want to think about me getting married and you being her maid of honor?”

“Well, dude, I won’t lie, I feel a little blindsided; as I said, I didn’t know you were that close. So I’m sorry I haven’t been around more, but I’ll do it because I can see it’s a big deal to both of you.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I am, don’t worry.”

He hugged me for a moment.

I peeked at the door. ‘And Veronica is looking at us now, so she was concerned. She is one hot piece of ass, so shit, I’m so conflicted, I want to jump her bones, but she’s marrying my brother now?’

Just like that, I was the maid of honor for my soon-to-be sister-in-law. Of course, I went through all the normal things like helping her pick out a dress and that kind of thing, but of course, that meant spending time with her. I surely did my best not to give myself away, but I made it happen the best I could.

Although, two weeks after she asked me, I found her in my room with me. “So, let’s see how my dress looks on me,” she said, taking off her top.

“Wait, don’t you want some privacy?”

“No,” she answered, taking it off. “We’re both ladies, and you’re gonna be my sister too.”

From one second to the next, I got a look at her body. She was still wearing her undergarments, but she still gave me quite the sight to see. Once again, she put out the temptation for me to check her out.

‘Oh, that’s a sexy dark purple set you have on there. No wonder Gary proposed; you’re smoking hot.’

She put on the dress, so the show was over, but she proved that it’d be more than difficult to keep my secret.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s beautiful, Veronica.”

“Thanks; I hope your brother loves it.”

“He will; strapless is a bold move; it’s not too bulky, and you’re pulling it off perfectly.”

“Oh, thank you again, by the way, on the night before the wedding, it’s a tradition that the bride and groom sleep apart.”

“Yet, you broke the tradition not to have sex or move in together before marriage.”

“Good one, smart-ass, but would it be okay if I slept over? I can sleep on the couch if you’d like. But, I’m sure even if it’s not sexual, you wouldn’t want to sleep with me in your bed.”

‘I can’t go that far; I’d be too tempted,’ I thought, scanning her figure again. “I don’t mind, Veronica. I mean, we’re gonna be sisters, so I’m sure it’ll be cool.”

She nodded, came to me, and hugged me. “I love you, Claudia.”

“I love you too, Veronica,” I added, hugging her back. ‘And I want to fuck the shit out of you. But, now, I have you spending the night with me, so what can go wrong with that?’

As that night came along, we found ourselves on the couch on opposite ends.

I had to peek over at her. ‘Well, we might be watching the cheesy wedding movie Maid Of Honor, but you’re putting on the real show, you have your panties sticking out there, and your bra straps are out there too. But, of course, you’re just in black gym shorts and a white tank top too, so there’s skin to be seen. I’m trying my best to watch the movie, but damn.’

“You can’t beat the rom-com wedding classics, huh?”

“Um, sure.”

“Do you ever see getting married?”

“I have no idea; I’m sure if it happens, it’ll happen.”

“Okay, I’m just throwing it out there, but I know a few people I could set you up with if you’d like. I know a lot of guys, or even some girls if you’d like.”

I paused the movie. “I’m sorry, you think I’m a lesbian?”

“Well, not there’s anything wrong with that as Jerry Seinfeld would say, but am I just completely wrong?”

I sighed. “No, I’ve been with a few ladies before. Have you ever been with one?”

“No, but I like to think I’d be open if it were the right woman under the correct circumstances too.”

“Cool, I’m sure whatever woman you ended up with would be really lucky. From what I can see right now, they’d be in for a treat. I don’t know what you look like naked, but still, you’re stunning.”

“Well, thank you,” she said, before pecking my cheek. “You’re a sweet lady.”

I nodded and played the movie. Then she unexpectedly came over to me and cuddled with me. As she couldn’t see my face, my eyes widened, and I had to wrap my arms around her too. She threw a wrench into my plan where I didn’t let her know I wanted to have sex with her.

I vibrated a bit, but she didn’t speak a word about it. Instead, her head lay on my shoulder as I felt her side on mine. Added to the fact that I had my arms around her too, I was in heaven and hell, so to speak. So, we finished the movie in that same position, but didn’t talk at all.

‘Wow, either you’re blind, or just screwing with me, Veronica. My panties are soaked, and I’m sweating up a storm. I’ve fucked every one of Gary’s girlfriends since he was twenty and I was eighteen. I’m not proud of it, but it’s true. Now he has a fiancé, and she’s probably the sexiest one out of all his girlfriends. Of course, we’re gonna be family, so it’s understandable you’d might cuddle with me, but shit. I swear, if I got to have sex with you, I know it’d be bad, but oh so good too.’

Anyway, after the movie ended, she calmly rose and stretched. “So, is it cool if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Um, sure, that’s fine,” I muttered, vibrating.

“Well, may I take a shower first?”

I immediately pictured her naked, even with my eyes open.

“Claudia?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

She immediately took off her top and shorts. “Do you have towels in the bathroom?”

“Yes.”

“Cool,” she added, before waving and strolling to the bathroom.

Although, before she got there, I noticed she brought her hands to her back and undid her bra. My eyes widened again, and I couldn’t help, but jiggle a bit. I licked my lips and even let my hand back into my panties again.

Yet, she still wasn’t done because she stopped as she was only a few feet in front of the bathroom. I looked away for a second, but then I noticed that she pushed down her underwear as well. My pussy let out another orgasm just at the sudden sight.

I wasn’t sure what to think about her actions, but then she glanced back at me. “You could save a little water if you just shower with me, Claudia, if that’d be okay. You won’t have to do it tomorrow either, but I’m just throwing it out there,” she explained, before turning around.

Needless to say, I felt thrills surging throughout my body as I got the image of her fully nude figure. Oddly enough, she failed to say a word and let me soak in her body from a small distance down the hall. She was out there, and for whatever reason, she allowed it to happen.

I still couldn’t put my finger on what she was thinking, but then she ambled back to me and put her hand out. I looked at her face, and she nodded. I didn’t know what to expect by accepting her offer, but I took her hand, and she helped me up with her. I made sure not to stare, but it was like resisting candy.

She smooched my cheek, and then she escorted me to the bathroom. She turned on the light and brought me to the center of the bathroom. She grabbed my top and took it off me. She smiled and pushed down my shorts as well.

“Well, it may sound cliche sense you told me, but you’re stunning too,” she complimented me, bringing her hands to my back. “May I?”

I nodded, and then she took my bra off me. She had to view my boobs as well, and she eyefucked them for a few seconds before she lowered herself to her knees as well. She made eye contact with me again and grabbed my panties.

I failed to give her any signal, but then she calmly took them down. I felt a little bashful and covered my private parts, but she nonchalantly came up with me again. She gently pulled my arms away again and took my hand.

She turned on the shower water and brought me into the shower with her. Again, she had me get in the front and have the water get me. Oddly enough, again, she was extra nice and even washed my hair for me.

‘It’s a good thing the water is going, so she can’t notice the cum leaking. Damn, woman, you’re even pushing your tits on my back. Shit, Gary, you picked a diamond. She’s crazy and beautiful.’

“I’m just saying, Claudia, I’m marrying your brother, so we’re family. I’ve certainly enjoyed the time we’ve spent together,” she mentioned, getting all the shampoo in my hair. “Time to rinse.”

I pushed my hair forward and let my hair rinse. I felt rather taken care of, but I still wasn’t sure of her reason. Anyway, then she doused my luffa too and began washing my body as well. I jolted nonstop and breathed heavily too, but she still didn’t speak about it.

I continued to feel the gratification, even if nothing actually sexual took place. I couldn’t help but relish everything. Even though I knew the feelings were wrong, I couldn’t help, but enjoy them. Feeling her scrub my body was amazing, and I had to peek at her a few times.

She smiled right back at me and pecked my cheek again too. Then she had me rinse my body, and I turned to her. I took the opportunity to look over her figure again, and she handed the loofa to me.

It was all ready to go, but I couldn’t just start washing her. With every passing second, I felt even more attracted to her. Whether she knew it or not, it was happening in real-time, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the shower without giving myself away.

“All you do is bring the loofa to my chest and scrub it,” she advised me, doing it for me. “Now, you get the rest of my body. By the way, my breasts won’t bite.”

I nodded and lazily pushed the loofa on her. I legitimately attempted to wash her, but it was no easy task. She stood there and waited for me to get the job done the best I could. Needless to say, the difficulty level for me rose several levels.

I couldn’t put the right pressure on her to properly clean her, but yet she took it upon herself to help me do it. I couldn’t formulate actual words, but it seemed like she was talking without talking. Still, I couldn’t be sure what her intention was, but I still loved it.

“You may get me all over, Claudia. There’s no need to be afraid; my pussy won’t bite either. You can rub it all over and get it so clean; no one will know how dirty I am on the inside.”

I shot her the lustiest look I could muster and suddenly moved my lips to hers. From one second to the next, even just with kissing, I crossed that line. I pushed my bosoms on hers and even had her go onto the back wall too.

I grabbed her arms tightly and kissed her like a lover. Even though it was wrong, it still felt oh so right. I couldn’t help it, but she didn’t stop me. She just let it happen and even let palms on my butt too.

I wasn’t even thinking about that; I just got in a thirty-second kiss before I parted my lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Veronica,” I apologized, backing away.

I didn’t utter a word, but neither did she for a moment. I found myself frozen for a few seconds, but then I got out. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and went right to my bedroom. I shut the door and lied down.

“Well, the cat is out of the bag now. Shit, why couldn’t I control myself?”

I stayed in there alone for twenty minutes, and I had no idea what Veronica was doing exactly. Of course, I hoped for the best, but of course, all bets were off.

After those twenty minutes, I heard a knock on the door. “Claudia, may I come in, please?”

I sighed and bit down on my bottom lip.

“I promise, I’m not mad, and I haven’t told your brother.”

I sighed again and went to the door.

I opened it. “I’m sorry, Veronica.”

“It’s okay, but may I still sleep with you? I was planning on wearing my bra and panties here, and maybe even my tank top and shorts if it’d make you feel better, but you’re naked.”

“Well, you know I’m attracted to you, so I’m conflicted.”

“Does Gary know?”

“Of course not; how could I tell him I want to bone his fiancé or any of his other girlfriends.”

“His other girlfriends?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I don’t mean he’s seeing someone else,” I made clear, grabbing her arms. “I meant the ladies he’s seen previously.”

“I understood what you meant, Claudia,” she giggled, coming in with me.

She shut the door too, but came to me. “I think you’re a beyond dazzling woman, Claudia. You have pretty long black hair here,” she complimented me, feeling the ends of it while she was only a couple inches in front of me. “Of course, you have a smoking hot body too. I must ask, have you ever made a move on one of Gary’s girlfriends before?”

“Yes, I’m not gonna lie to you, Veronica, but I hope you don’t judge me. I’ve done it with seven of his past girlfriends when he was with them.”

“Wow, seven of them? And he has no idea about it?”

“I have no idea if he actually does, though. If he has the slightest clue, he’s never said a word. But, holy shit, you’re quite the beauty too. I didn’t expect to see and feel you, but wow, I’m at a loss for words.”

“Thank you, just for the record, I’ve seen you check me out before, but I didn’t know until you kissed me that you were serious about it. I don’t think you should be ashamed; that’s why I didn’t push you off me. Crushes are normal, but doing it with seven of Gary’s past girlfriends is not something to brag about, though. Well, at least not to him,” she added, taking my hands and bringing them to her bra.

She nodded, but yet, I couldn’t just take it off her. I couldn’t believe she seemed to be putting herself out there, but yet, I was unable to just leap in that direction. As we were almost the same height, she easily moved her lips to mine.

She just kissed me in a not so friendly fashion. I couldn’t stop her, but I was frozen again. She kept her lips on mine for over a minute, ut towards the end of it, she brought her hands to mine and undid her bra herself.

I felt her put a gap between us without parting her lips, and she dropped her bra. Then she even retook my hands and brought them to her breasts. She added to that by covering my hands with hers.

I felt the intimacy with her, but I had to back away a few later. “No, Veronica, this can’t happen. You’re marrying my brother tomorrow.”

“I know, Claudia,” she agreed, pushing down her underwear too. “But right now,” she added, pushing her tits on mine and wrapping her arms around me. “Tonight, it’s only you and me,” she reminded me, before kissing me.

Needless to say, she pounced on my weakest spot, and there was nothing I could do about it. But, whether she was bisexual or was making it an expectation just for me, I couldn’t help but take her up on that.

After a beyond pleasurable moment, she gently took her lips off mine and brought me to the bed again. We sat next to each other without speaking for a moment, but then she retook my hand and kissed me.

Then we both felt each other’s legs and just made out slowly for a couple of minutes. I knew her panties were off, but I didn’t go feeling around her crotch area. I just relished the intimacy and love she wanted to give me.

Regardless of the reason, I had to accept it, but she wanted to enrich the effects of her gift. She brought her lips off mine again and felt my jugs again. I wasn’t confident again what she was thinking, but I was still locked in by then.

“Wow, Gary has one elegant younger sister, no wonder you swayed those seven ladies. Am I the first white one you went after, though?”

“No, I’ve gone after white and black ones. Of course, I’m biased, but you’re my favorite. Not because you’re black, but because you’re the sweetest and sexiest too.”

“I’ll be biased and not biased simultaneously: that was wrong to mess all those ladies because Gary is your brother, and you should respect him. Now that I’m naked here with you, maybe it’s their fault,” she explained, before she leaned down to my breasts.

From one second to the next, I felt her licking my left nipple. She didn’t even start slow; she attacked it and titillated me immediately. I leaned back, but put my hands out to support myself. I watched her officially cheat on Gary, but I couldn’t stop her.

“Oh, Veronica,” I moaned, shaking a bit.

She failed to stop but looked right back at me. She kept her hands on my boobs and performed a sexy action I could only imagine happening before. I moved back and forth a bit, but she kept going on my tits.

She licked both of my nipples and kissed me all over my chest. My pussy soiled the bed too, but I thought that was a good thing. She also stayed on my side for the time being, but I surely knew I poked the sexual bear inside her, and she had a lot of growling to put forth.

I wanted to feel her head, but I had to support myself to stay upright and watch her please me. I loved her like a sister-in-law, but of course, she was widdling away on that and creating something new.

I felt her tongue go all over both of my nipples and even press her lips on them as well. I felt my defenses not only going down because of the pleasure, but then the emotions spiked because we both knew it was wrong, but oh so right too.

“You’re even making those licking sounds. You’re better than all seven of those ladies already.”

“And I haven’t even started yet,” she mentioned, dropping a hand down to my pussy.

That made me angle my head back. I had her both devouring my nipples, but fingering nonstop as well. All I could do was fight the thrills and deal with them the best I could. She rubbed my lips down there quickly and indeed got more of my juice out too.

I quaked the bed enough for the both of us, but didn’t speak much after her last line. I was just in heaven, and nothing and no one could make it better. She switched between my nipples and certainly allowed me to react in my own way.

Even though I made it difficult to keep going and didn’t pay the attention she deserved, she just allowed me to keep feeling the pleasure the best she could dole it out. I still had to try to comprehend why, even when I was having trouble even breathing right.

I couldn’t help it, but after five minutes, I yanked her face to mine and kissed her. “Oh, I love you, Veronica.”

“I’m not doing this to make you hate me,” she made clear, lowering herself down to my pussy.

Without delay, and placed her hands on my thighs and went to it. I felt her tongue come onto my twat, and she used it in the sexiest way possible. That time, I had to fall straight back and endure the gratification.

I tried to clench up my body the best I could, but I quickly knew I was a little cub, and she was a mean, but sexy grizzly bear. So, it was just a matter of time before I had to scream. Even though she was only licked my lips, it was unbelievably wonderful.

She did it slowly, and even at that, I was already in love, so to speak. I remained lying back for the first few minutes, but made myself bring my head up slightly to see her. She wasn’t looking back at me, but it didn’t matter.

She was giving me the sincerest form of affection, and that was the best thing she could do for me. I felt like she was giving me pure torture in a way because it felt so good that it hurt. I had bad feelings about fucking her because she was Gary’s fiancé, but I didn’t stop it again.

All I did was continue to shake the bed and enjoy both physical and emotional luxuries as well. She even massaged my thighs and licked me slightly inside my slit too. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it. She indeed gave me that physical feeling, but we both knew it was making me love her.

She did just that by flinging her tongue all over my cunt, and even holding me tight too. I surely couldn’t keep myself down, but she helped me with that. Nevertheless, she was still using fire to ignite me, so we were both burning, and it was a matter of time until it got out of control.

“Oh fuck yes, Veronica, damn, that feels good.”

I heard her giggle, but she didn’t stop. But, she did gently grab my hands and bring them to her head. So, she made me do what I desired and feel her going down on me. Even though her mouth wasn’t on the back of her head, I still felt it moving as she ate me out.

So, that created an even broader image of that lovely sight, even as I couldn’t see it. I felt her lips and mouth move ever so slowly, but she still had quite the fierce tongue to work with as well. She teased me with it as it went inside my pussy several times, but it never stayed long.

She brought her fingers over to my beaver and rubbed it hard as well. Once she did, I had to look at her again, but that time, she looked right back at me again. Her eyes said everything and more, but neither of us spoke with our mouths.

She used both of her hands to spread out my lips and stuck her tongue in there deep. That made the sudden eye contact get sacrificed. I had to cover my face with both hands and relish something so bad and good at the same time.

I felt her smoothly rubbing her tongue all over my pussy walls, and she proved it to be even more wonderful than her licking my lips from the outside. Of course, I moved my body back and forth, but still, she managed to keep me down to eat me out properly.

I felt to be sweating away more and more with every passing second, but I still loved it. She licked my pussy both inside and out and rubbed those delicate lips too. So, she had all of her bases covered, except she still needed to pull me up with her.

So, after another moment, she did just that, but I had to display my love for her. So, I placed my hand on her face and made out with her again. Our boobs touched marginally, but it was really the chemistry that mattered there.

She couldn’t help, but keep fingering me throughout our make-out session, though. With that, I had to feel her cherry as well. She proved we certainly had connections to each other, but it just remained unclear where they came from, though.

Nevertheless, after a couple of minutes, she parted her lips and began kissing her way down back to my snatch. Again, she made it back there after a moment of kissing, but that time, I stayed upright and watched her.

I also felt her head again and painted an even sexier picture of what she was doing. She kept each hand on my thighs and held them as tightly as possible as she ate me out like a pro. I had other ladies do it before; she was on a whole other level.

“Yes, just like that, Veronica,” I moaned, moving her head and my crotch back and forth. “Fuck yes, that’s the sweet spot. I hope you like that juice because it’s all for you.”

She giggled again but didn’t stop. I saw her face, and from what I could see, I had it completely soaked. That only compromised my defenses and systems because it was even hotter when I knew that.

Even with my juice attacking her face, she kept her eye open to watch me. She saw the results firsthand and seemed to love it more than life itself. So, she couldn’t help, but to keep going. Feeling her go down on me was great on its own, but knowing she loved it was a whole new sensation.

She inserted a couple of fingers into my snatch even let them thrust too. So, she was perfect in my eyes, but yet, she wanted to milk me for all she could get. Whether or not we’d be best friends after that night was irrelevant because we were in that moment making each other feel good.

I had to shed tears as well, but that didn’t turn her off at all. In fact, it made her even more fierce and loving too. She called me hers’s, so to speak, and claimed me as the pleasure recipient I was. That brought out emotions but was worth it.

She did take a small break. “I do love your bush too.”

“Good, I’ve always thought having one was sexier than shaving down there. I’ll trim, but that’s it.”

“Sweet, keep it just in case I find myself between your legs again, woman,” she warned me, before going down on me.

“Does this party ever end then?” I asked, lying back.

“No,” she answered, climbing up on top of me.

She kissed me again, but then rose to let her bosoms hang out over my face. So, I took her invitation to that party by grabbing them and bringing her nipples to my mouth. I kissed each of them several times, but then I had to lick them.

“Yes, take what’s so bad, yet, so good. I know Gary wouldn’t like it, but it doesn’t make anything feel bad, does it?”

“No.”

I couldn’t see her face so well, but we stared the best we could and eyefucked each other yet again. She even moved back and forth a bit, but I still had her melons in my hands, so I followed them easily.

I couldn’t lick them as easily in that position, but I still loved the feeling. Of course, the actual taste was expected, but it was the sexual taste that was out of this world. I let my tongue go over her nipples from bottom to top and vice versa several times, and I saw the results.

She twitched repeatedly and kept the juice flowing out of her slit too. Although, she cut that short when she had us both go down completely. She kissed me again as our bodies pressed together yet again.

I didn’t speak, but it seemed she had the same feelings I did. So, her lips drifted yet again let her knockers dangle above my face again. That time, she made it easier for me to see her face. I licked those delicate nipples again, but she still decided to finger me again.

“Sisters have got to work together, don’t they?”

I nodded and kept going on her. Once again, I switched between those two nipples roughly every thirty seconds and kept her jiggling nonstop. Needless to say, the hotter I got her, the more sexual she got with me as well.

“Yes, titillate me, Claudia, do it as I finger you nonstop. Who says just because I’m getting married in eighteen hours means we can’t have some girl/girl fun? Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to let you feel and taste my melons once I get pregnant.”

“Thank you, creepy lady.”

“Don’t mention it,” she replied, before shoving a couple of fingers in my pussy. “I think we’ll get along perfectly.”

I nodded again and moved to her other nipple. I moved my head all-around, ensuring my tongue licked all over her nipple. I made sure to titillate her better than anyone else if only because of the emotional and sexual rage we put forward to each other.

We loved the pleasure, but it came that rage made us love each other so much that we might’ve hated each other slightly. It appeared that way. Nevertheless, we were gonna see how it all worked out, though.

Judging by the looks we gave each other, it really could’ve happened, but we needed to wait. With us milking each other with lesbian lust and love, we’d get to our breaking points and need to lean on each other, so to speak.

Unlike her, though, I took her entire nipple into my mouth. That got her to slant her head back and suspend her fingering too. So, I got to be in the driver’s seat, but it only made me want to fuck her so much more. I didn’t lose sight of the moral thing, but it was still rather cloudy.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, pulling me back up with her. “Oh, Gary has no idea his little sister a sexual lethal weapon. You have quite the sexy lady; I could tell that when I met you. I just had no idea you had a thing for me. Yet, here you are, sucking on my nipple,” she let out, encasing her arms around me as I sat on her lap. “Suck on them like you’ll die if you don’t, so make it count.”

I nodded yet again, and she brought my hands to her butt. So, I felt her in more ways than one. She also scrubbed my stomach with her slit, so she kept herself jerking around frequently as well.

In doing so, she pushed her boobs on my face and enticed the thrills a bit more. I took it upon myself to caress her delicate butt cheeks as well. They felt as smooth as can be as I let my palms glide over them.

“Oh, I bet your brother has no idea just how kinky you are.”

I shook my head no, and I couldn’t resist, but to find my way over towards her twat. I let my right hand dig under her butt cheeks and feel her down there. That made her attack me with her breath, but I didn’t mind.

I held one butt cheek and played with her cherry with my other hand. I couldn’t see it happen, but I felt it all too well. I moved my fingers back and forth towards her slit and made her quake the bed a bit herself.

So, she grabbed my shoulders as hard as she could and made me rattle around right along with her. I loved the driver’s seat; it made me feel in control, and I was feeling extra remarkable considering who she was.

Feeling her juice coming onto mine just got me more than revved up, but adding that the taboo nature of our sexual adventure made everything still go in both directions, being right and wrong. So I continued to switch nipples too, and even fingers on her snatch.

“Oh, you are a lesbo, Claudia. I knew it, woman.”

“Shut up,” I ordered her, coming back together again.

I kissed her, but lied down. She immediately got onto her knees and right over me too. She let her pussy right over my mouth, and I helped myself to that wonderful set of lips with some hair above it.

She even lowered herself a tad and gave perfect access. We watched each other as I returned the favor to her, but in a different position. I grabbed her thighs as well and held them somewhat hard.

I wanted to keep her secure and ready to accept the thrills right back. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips and prepared herself to take all the gratification too. I still had no idea how much experience she had, but I was about to prove I had more.

I licked her lips all over just as she did for me, but I sure had a better plan to get off rather than teasing her. So after only a few slathering moments, I spread out her lips down there and let my tongue in there deep.

“Oh, I pegged you right, yet wrong too. You don’t mess around, Claudia.”

“Not when it comes to splendid women,” I muttered, before going at her again.

She caressed her boobs that time but kept her eyes on mine. She moved her breasts all around, creating an even better sight to see. I loved watching her as I sucked on her nipples, but when I got a crack at her twat, the scales tipped even further towards the sexy side.

“I hope you like my juice because I have an endless supply to share with you. I hope you’re ready for it.”

“I am, and if I get to eat you out again, then keep this bush too.”

“I will, but don’t think I’m about to have an affair with you. If I do have sex with you again, it’ll be a while until then.”

“I understand.”

I stuck that tongue back in past her lips yet again and grabbed her butt cheeks. They were perfect for grabbing onto and holding as tightly as possible. Even with that, she was still uncontrollable, but I loved it that way.

She kept pushing her cherry on my mouth, forcing me to take even more of it in there. I gladly accepted responsibility and ran with it. I even took it a step further by pushing on her butt. So, she unleashed my kinky side and was more than willing to deal with me.

“Oh, yes, you’re a lesbian, Claudia. There’s nothing wrong with that; in fact, I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone eat me out like this; you’re a natural.”

I sucked her lips into my mouth as much as I could and felt the jolting on my mouth so much more. It got a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t letting that distract me at all. First, I had to close my eyes, but then I envisioned the action even better.

Whether I did that or saw her, she still had me loving the results. I felt her whirl around like an inflatable man at the used car lots, so I knew she was losing it already. So I didn’t even tease her; I just went for it and made her love it.

I also pressed my lips onto hers down there on and off, ensuring I wooed her to the best of my abilities, giving her thrills, but not too much, though. I proved to her I could be her sexy sister-in-law and that I wasn’t afraid of sexual taboos either.

Once I saw her looking right back down at me as I ate her out, nothing, and no one was gonna screw it up. I loved Gary, but of course, he was marrying one of the sexiest ladies in the world, and I needed a piece of her.

Having her push her pussy on my mouth as I fucked her was the bee’s knees, so to speak. I got to see the serene results of her loving it. Whether or not she had a thing for all women, or just specifically me, didn’t matter.

She rubbed my head and gave the lustiest yet a loving look imaginable. It said everything because she knew what we were doing wasn’t okay either, but it still felt out of this world indeed. It became even more evident when she took my hands in hers.

She held them tight as we continued to eyeball each other. I kept my tongue moving ever so slowly, but still going in there somewhat deep. I could only guess that she was losing it, but still, I couldn’t be sure.

I had to wait and see, but I was sure I’d know soon when she needed to explode. In the meantime, our chemistry levels soared, and so did the love. I knew by then I’d keep her being good, if only that she’d lose me if she divorced my brother.

If I accomplished one thing besides satisfying my desire to have sex with her, then it was that. She kept her crotch moving somewhat, but as I kept eating her out, she couldn’t just push her twat on my mouth; she had it going all over.

“I like that, Claudia; I like that a lot. Stick that tongue in there so deep; your tongue gets tangled up in there. That way, Gary will get so jealous, don’t you think? You’ll have the biggest case of sibling rivalry going on here. I wouldn’t want to pressure your relationship there because I think you just might win. You know the way to a woman’s heart is through her pussy, and you’re working me like mad. Dare I ask: how long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“Since I met you, you’re one ravishing woman. I could fuck you all night long, but you’re getting married tomorrow, so you need your sleep.”

“Yes, I’ll have to sleep on the couch, though, or I might be tempted with your naked body so close to me.”

“I have that effect on people,” I added, caressing her cherry. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of; it’s good you can admit it.”

“I can confess it to you anyway,” she mentioned, getting off me.

She pulled me up with her and kissed me again. I didn’t speak, but she was looking for some quiet intimacy then. Although, that only lasted a minute because she got in one more peck on the head before bringing her cunt onto mine.

Then she pulled my right leg up and wrapped her arms around it. She looked down at me as she began tribbing with me and even let my leg feel her tits too. So, it wasn’t as comfortable in that position, but it was still sexy as hell.

I felt our pussies scrubbing together, and we got a big workout with our backs moving around nonstop. But, we didn’t let that slow us down; we just kept going on each other until we needed to take a break.

With the love and chemistry we had, we were pushing ourselves more and more. So even though she was getting married the next day, we were going all out and screaming all the way down as well.

I grabbed her legs as hard as I could, but it was difficult still in that position. Nevertheless, seeing her shaking jugs alone made me want to go all night with her too. She didn’t utter a word, but eyeballed me as she kept her snatch moving on mine.

She also helped herself to see my moneymakers shake around as well. So, we used each other physically and emotionally to go nuts and make the bed quake. We both also had sweat going down our bodies like we were in the electric chair.

It was for a good reason, so we still weren’t about to let it get us down. We still went for the gold medal in making this one hot fuck session for us. Making a giant bang right before she got hitched. I couldn’t speak for her, but everything started to melt, so to speak.

I tried to keep everything as real as possible, but the sex took on a life of its own. I saw her so much more than a future sister-in-law, but one hot piece of ass to eyefuck, but love too. My leg started to get numb after a few minutes, but again, I loved it all the way.

“Do you love me now, Claudia? Are you ready to welcome me to the family now? I think your parents like me, and my parents like Gary, but what about you? You’re the sister of the groom, so you’re quite important too, you know? You never signed off on me, did you? That’s alright; I think I passed the test by now, right?”

“Yes, woman.”

“Your pussy feels so good on mine; I love it, Claudia. I love feeling our bushes together, too; it’s creating one hot superstorm. Do you feel me pushing them together? Well, do you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Veronica,” I moaned, grabbing my boobs.

I had to look away too so I could deal with the pleasure. Looking at her was screwing me up a bit. I tried to last the best I could, but I was still dealing with fire, and she was burning like an inferno. She brought her hands down my stomach and used that for leverage, so she was losing it.

I managed to glimpse at her from time to time, and she couldn’t peek back at me either. So, I had all the evidence I needed to know how out of it she was getting as well. So, it was just a sexy wick-burning away and waiting to run out too.

I felt my slut getting raw, even though we both still had cum coming out nonstop. I felt the burn whether we were going nuts or going slowly. Either way, we were burning away, but at the same time, we were solutions to put it out too.

We’d have to clash down, but yet, we’d have each other to bring one another out of our crashes. We’d have to be there, and turn off our sexual switches, and make them go to the loving ones. I was ready for it, but yet, I wanted to go all out too.

Although, she pulled a different move by releasing my leg and tugging me up with her. “I could use a sister; I’m an only child,” she whispered, before kissing me and wrapping her arms around me. “Just don’t point out the obvious, got it?” she pondered, prior to kissing me.

“I understand,” I murmured, before we both lied down on our sides.

We wrapped our arms around each other and made out like horny lesbian lovers before we eventually slept together. I surely knew I loved pussy, but I couldn’t say if my love for it were bigger than hers. Either way, on that night before the wedding, I came to like Veronica a lot more by doing something so bad, yet, so good.

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“Cheater!” she said to herself. “You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did to you. He probably thinks this last year and a half was just a joke to you.”

Her eyes welled up, but she fought back the urge to cry and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

She looked at herself in the mirror as the bass beat thumped loudly. Her dark straight hair framed her face. She noticed she went a little too dark in her eyes, but it matched her mood. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it. She just thought she was regular, maybe slightly above average. Her body, though, well she knew that was hot. Other girls jostled her as they all tried to touch up their makeup.

Cheater! You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did to you. He probably thinks this last year and a half was just a joke to you.

Her eyes welled up, but she fought back the urge to cry and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Come on Sweets!” her friend, Trinity, called. “You’re holding up the procession! Let’s go!”

Quickly putting on her best fake smile, she allowed Trinity and her other friends to drag her out to the dance floor.

The four girls danced loosely together amongst the hot and sweaty New York crowd. They did the usual girl dancing things, flirting with each other, having mock sex and rubbing against each other. But she wasn’t really into it.

What club is this again? She couldn’t remember the name, or if she had even been here before or not. Ever since Jonathan…

No! she rebuked herself. We are not thinking about him tonight!

Some guy calling himself Stefano brought her a drink which she quickly downed. He took that as her having fallen instantly in love with him. She caught Emily’s eye, though, who proceeded to run Stefano off the dance floor.

“Thanks hon!” she hollered to Emily upon her return.

“Anything for you, Sweets. He wasn’t your type?”

“I’ve had enough Guidos, thank you very much.”

Emily lowered her head, remembering that Jonathan was Italian. Emily hugged her brunette friend.

“Sorry honey, I’ll remember next time.”

More drinks came by, more attempted pickups and the same number of rebuffs followed. She just couldn’t get excited about any guys right now.

I gave him everything, everything I had. I did things… nasty things, sexy things, painful things. . And he gave you… all that he could, but you knew that going in.

Suddenly, she felt hands slip around her waist from behind. But before she could turn and slap the offending asshole, a girls voice hollered in her ear.

“Hey lover! It’s me, Jennifer…” Jennifer spun her around so they faced each other.

She didn’t recognize Jennifer at all.

“Remember?” continued Jennifer. “Two nights ago, over on 54th?Jen?”

The raucous dancing crowd forced them into a close hug. She stared into Jen’s gorgeous face, leaned in and softly kissed her lovely mouth. She snaked her hand down under Jen’s ultra-short dress and cupped her sex. She felt the sweat between Jen’s legs, and the heat, and she slipped a finger between her pussy lips, finding it nice and damp.

“Oh God!” exclaimed Jen. “You do remember!”

She slipped a second finger inside Jen’s pussy, finding her opening and curling her fingers up inside. Nobody on the floor seemed to notice the two girls as she manipulated Jen’s pussy expertly.

Jonathan would touch me like this, sometimes in public. He loved making me cum. Goddammit.

She tried to concentrate on Jen and sped up her hand. The EDM music soared to a peak, and held, and she rapidly frigged Jen’s pussy. When the ”Drop” hit, she forced all four fingers inside Jen and tried to lift her off the ground. Unsuccessful at getting Jen airborne, the sudden increase in pressure nevertheless brought Jen to a stunning orgasm as the crowd went wild with the music.

Jennifer leaned on her as she came, drenching her fingers. She gently pushed Jen to a sitting position on a planter, and promptly left without a word.

She knew she was turned on, she could feel it in her pussy when she walked. It felt good. She hated that. She wanted to feel nothing. She went to the bar for a few shots of “nothing.”

Forcing her way to the bar, she ordered three shots of Jose Cuervo. The bartender lined them up and poured, and went for the salt and some limes. She waved him off; that shit makes Jose almost tolerable. She wanted this to hurt.

She knocked back the first shot and winced as her throat burned from the rotgut concoction.

Did he ever love me? He told me twice that he did. Twice in eighteen months.

She downed number two.

I never should have cheated.

She didn’t even feel the third one go down.

He’s ghosted me, and I miss him so goddamned much.

“Hey baby!” a smooth operator said as he laid a hand on her shoulder. “What’s your name? I was thinking—“

“Don’t think,” she interrupted. “Just go.”

He walked away and was replaced immediately by a tall dusky Latino woman, who just leaned on the bar and stared into her eyes.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’m Linda. It’s nice to meet you.” Linda held out her hand for a shake.

She took Linda’s hand, and put it to her own lips, kissing her fingers. She then put Linda’s hand to her heart.

“Your heart is still beating,” replied Linda as she looked at the empty shot glasses. “In case you were wondering. Honey, nobody is worth this.”

“He was.”

Linda was so pretty, she thought. Jonathan would love her; large natural breasts, lovely hips and an ass that went on for days, and lips that you could kiss for days after that.

I want her to use me. I’m just a toy for people to use and then discard.

She grabbed Linda’s hand and marched her to the ladies room. Pushing on the stall doors, none yielded until they got to the last one; the oversized handicapped unit.

Linda closed the latch amongst a few catcalls from other girls, and pushed her against the tile wall. The two girls kissed frantically; Linda enjoying this beautiful young thing, knowing she could totally take control of her.

“Wipe the seat, slut.”

She grabbed some tissues and wiped it best as she could. Linda sat down with her legs wide open.

Without any further ado, she got on her knees on the dirty floor. Placing her hands on Linda’s thighs, she lowered her face in to her new friend’s pussy. Linda pushed herself forward for a better angle.

Linda tasted delicious, but she didn’t want to enjoy this. She wanted Linda to cum as much as she could. So she pressed her face into Linda’s ripening pussy.

Jonathan would lick me like this. Jonathan, do you even think of me anymore?

She frantically licked Linda up and down, pressing her tongue as hard as she could into this lovely pussy. She drove her nose in deep; she wanted her face soaked.

Linda grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in tighter. Linda felt her orgasm approaching; this raunchy little bitch sure knew how to get down to business. Linda smiled as she got closer and closer, she had a little extra something for this hot little sub.

She felt Linda’s body tense up as her own pussy quivered.

Stop it! I am just to be used!

Linda jerked and froze as her orgasm swept over her. Moaning like a wildcat, the other gals in the ladies room hooted and hollered and banged on the metal dividing walls.

Linda relaxed and started to pee.

No! I’m not this much of a slut, am I!

She tried to pull back, but Linda had a death grip on her head. She closed her mouth as the hot liquid sprayed her chin.

Not for her, not even for that bastard Jonathan who won’t even let me tell him I’m sorry and I miss him.

She pushed away hard, while Linda let her go and just laughed. She fell back on the somewhat wet floor; and she knew what it was wet from.

Linda stepped out of the stall to great applause. She bowed and then made a waving motion to the open door.

“Step right in for a good cunt licking!”

She started to get up but was immediately pushed down on her back on the cold tile floor by a good sized girl.

“Eat me, pretty bitch.”

And this new girl plopped down and started face fucking her.

Yes. I deserve this. But could she be any hairier? Just fuck my face. No… wait. Stop fingering me. Don’t… do…that… fuckkk…

And she came as the big girl on her face came, covering her face with girl goo. The girl got off but was quickly replaced by another.

She didn’t even know who was sitting on her face now. It was just another pussy using her, fucking her face. She licked and swallowed the best she could. And they kept playing with her pussy, too.

Stop making me cum… I don’t deserve any pleasure… oh fuck… I’m cumming again…

Another girl fucked her face and left her deposit, followed by two more.

Use me, degrade me…

And they did; the line of girls fucked her face and each left their deposit of girl cum on her face. She was a complete wet and sticky mess.

Security came in and cleared out the stall. They lifted her up and the nice lady tried to help her wash her face.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to remember this moment.” And she stared at her reflection. She barely recognized the female staring back at her; cheeks smeared from her mascara, tears running down her face, girl goo dripping from her chin…

“Honey, you should go home. Is there anyone I can call for you?”

She just shook her head, splashed her face, and went back out to the club. Still looking rather disheveled, she made her way through the crowd to the bar as several people pointed and snickered at her. She even heard a one chic say to her friends, “That’s the slut I was telling you about!”

As the bartender set her up three more Cuervos, a decent looking young man sidled up next to her.

“Who are you trying to drink away?” he asked.

“Everyone, everything.”

“Can I help?”

“You can pay, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

He bought hers and got himself three shots too. They toasted nothing in particular and downed the crappy tequila.

“Christ,” he complained. “You must be really mad at yourself to drink this.”

Her head spun as they downed the last shot.

Goddamn you Jonathan. I know I cheated but you’re killing me… I have to forget you but I can’t.

She looked back at this guy.

“Do you want to fuck me or not.”

“I do. I definitely do. Let’s go down to my place in the Village and—“

“No,” she cut him off. “Here. I’m not leaving this place.”

“Here? Ummm… gimme a second. Stay! Don’t move.”

“Then get me another drink.”

He ordered her another one and left for a couple minutes, apparently to scout out a location.

The bartender set down a shot glass full of tequila. She reached for it and knocked it over. It wasn’t her fault, the glass was blurry and seemed to be moving.

“Sweetheart, maybe you’ve had enough?”

She snarled at the bartender and he got her another one.

I can never love another like I did you. How could there be anybody like—

“Come on, ummm… I don’t even know your name.” The potential fucker had returned.

“Call me Sweets, if you have to name me.”

“Okay then Sweets. My name—“

She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word unless you’re talking about fucking me.”

He dragged her through the club and the room swam before her. He had to catch her a couple times to keep her upright. They reached a rear area and found a beefy security guard standing there.

“Hey Tony,” the guard called. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell me what?” she asked, her voice sounding remote and far away.

Good. The pain is receding.

“There’s a place here, but Franco gets to watch.”

“Fine.”

Franco led the way to a small room and ushered the two inside. She leaned up against the racks of cleaning supplies and stuck her ass out suggestively.

“So? Start already. It’s not like I want any foreplay.”

Tony dropped his drawers, and she did appreciate his nice sized cock. She reached for it but missed.

Jonathan’s cock was this big too.

You ghosted me, Jonathan, but you’re still haunting me. How is that possible?

She grunted as Tony thrust up inside her. She was still soaking wet from her bathroom orgasms just ten minutes ago that he slipped in rather easily. It felt good to have a cock inside her again, it had been a month since Jonathan.

She steadied herself against the shelving, his thrusts threatened to unbalance her, and she was unsteady as it was.

Six tequilas? Or was it eight? And how many vodkas? But it’s worth it. I’m just enjoying getting fucked now. Why won’t you talk to me, Jonathan?

“Yeah baby!” shouted Tony. “Take it all, you fucking slut!”

Slightly annoyed at this outburst, she turned her head and shoved her ass back into him.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, knocking some shit off the shelves.

“That’s it tiger! More!”

Tony reached around and grabbed her pussy hard, her clit getting scrunched up in his fist.

Oh god this feels so good. See what you’re missing Jonathan?

Her orgasm wracked her body hard and she began to slip down to the floor.

To his credit, Tony held her upright and didn’t let her fall. He half walked, half carried her a few feet to where large bags of salt were stacked. She collapsed on them while he continued to fuck her relentlessly for several minutes.

Oh my god! This guy knows how to fuck. Even Jonathan would’ve finished by now. Let’s get his number…

“Aaaauuughhhh!” cried Tony as he drove in hard and fired salvo after salvo of hot sperm deep into her. She loved that feeling of hot man cum inside her.

After about a minute of gasping, Tony stood up and grabbed her by hair. Spinning her around on her knees, he slapped her hard, then spit in her face and shoved his half-hard cock in her mouth.

“Clean it off, cunt.”

Maybe we won’t get his number.

She did love the taste, though. His sperm mixed with her cum reminded her of the older days, the happy days, the days when Jonathan —

“Alright alright!” said Franco as he pulled Tony aside.

“You’ve had her long enough.”

As one cock was pulled out of her mouth, another replaced it. She reveled in the smell of the sweaty man, it turned her on like no other scent.

He plowed her face hard, fucking her throat as hard as he could. She took it all in; she was a pro at this.

Thank you Jonathan, for teaching me how to suck cock so well. If you could see me now, what you’ve turned me into… a fucking club slut…

Franco grabbed the back of her head and forced his thick cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She felt Tony’s cum dripping out of her pussy and landing on her ankles. Great amounts of saliva began to ooze from her mouth as Franco furiously fucked her face. Her head began to spin from Franco fucking her so hard..

He better cum soon…

She tried to tighten her mouth around him but found she couldn’t focus her thoughts.

“Yessss,” moaned Franco. “You hot cunts are all the same… ignore me all night… but you’re all just cunts… here it comes… right down your throat! YESSSSS!”

She gagged as his jets of hot sperm shot down her throat. She swallowed as best she could, but then coughed half of it back up, splattering on his pants.

“Goddammit you little bitch!” He hoisted her up by her hair and spat in her face.

Look what you’ve done to me, Jonathan. How can I get you out of my heart… out of my head. God I want you back… Oh wait, Oh shit…

She felt it rising and put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh no you don’t!” And Franco hastily shoved her out of the supply room, out the rear fire exit and into the dirty alleyway behind the club.

She stumbled over a huge pile of garbage bags and fell amongst them. She got sick until it hurt, then got sick more.

I wish it was winter, then I could die out here. Laying with the trash, where I belong… just ‘poifect’.

But the streets of New York were still hot at 12:30 at night in the summer, and though she passed out amongst the refuse, she was in no danger of dying from exposure to the elements.

– – –

She woke with a start. She was on a couch in a strange living room, with a blanket over her and… men’s pajamas on.

“Hey sleepy head, how ya doin?”

He was tall, dark, and fairly handsome. And… somewhat familiar. She wondered if she met him in the club.

Oh god, the club, what… what all did I do? And ooooh my fucking head… and why do I smell good?

“There’s water there on the table, and ibuprofen.”

She groaned as she reached for the glass and pills. He had thoughtfully placed a straw in the glass, making it easier to take the pills.

He brought over a large cup of coffee.

“Cream? Sugar? Milk?”

She shook her head and accepted the coffee.

“Thanks,” she croaked.

“Drink as much as you can. I have orange juice too. You’re dehydrated, you know. Have some bacon, you need the salt to rebalance your electrolytes.”

She nibbled at the bacon, it did taste good. She was surprised her stomach would keep anything down, but she seemed to be able to.

They sat in comfortable silence for a couple minutes as she drank her coffee and crunched her bacon. This wasn’t the first time, lately, that she’d awoken in a strange place and not known who she was with. He was eating a plate of eggs and potatoes but she declined that. She began to look around.

“Restroom’s over there,” he pointed. “There’s a brand new toothbrush on the counter, it’s still sealed up.”

When she returned, she began to look for her things but didn’t see them.

“So, uh,where’s my stuff? I’ve gotta get going.”

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit and just rest, take it easy. I’m responsible for you, you know. I mean, I saved your life last night.”

“Look, thanks for taking care of me. But you didn’t save my life, I just passed out.”

“Blacked out is more like it. You were digging through the trash cons looking for something sharp to cut yourself with.”

“How do you know that?” she asked, sitting back down on the couch. She was still rather unstable and a few hours resting might be just fine, she reasoned.

“You were wailing about how you didn’t want to go on, and you said you wanted a big can lid to slice yourself. I guess you mean those big restaurant-sized food cans. A sharp lid from one of them would do some serious damage to you.”

She didn’t remember any of that, but she didn’t doubt it, either. Her friends told her a similar story last week.

I don’t know if I want to go on.

“Why don’t you tell me about Jonathan.”

“Why don’t you drive me home and leave me alone.”

“Can’t do that. I’m responsible for you, remember? Ancient Iroquois tradition. I must see you through the rest of your life, ensuring your happiness and safety.”

“Does that horseshit ever work?” she asked incredulously. “You’re as much of a Native American as I am.”

“Just once. I saved a girl once at a bar from an ugly guy and it got me laid. And I am 1.7% northeastern Native American, so I might be an Iroquois.”

He smiled at her and drank his coffee. He kept smiling at her.

Well this fucker has charm, at least. What the hell, I’ve thought I should go to a psychiatrist anyway…

“You want to know about Jonathan, do you? Get me some more coffee, if you would.”

And she talked and talked, telling him almost everything. Including her life as his submissive partner.

They talked back and forth for almost two hours, taking breaks to get crackers and cheese and some ginger ale to help settle her stomach.

She finally got to the end, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of the heartache, the terrible heartache of him just dropping her entirely.

“It just hurts so much… like nothing ever has before… he won’t even speak to me. I can’t, he won’t even let me apologize. He’s blocked my phone, my email, too.”

He held her close as they sat on the couch. She let it out, let it all out. For twenty minutes she cried like a baby and he just held her head against his chest and stroked her hair, his sweatshirt becoming a wet mess.

She finally cried herself out and began to return to normal.

“More ibuprofen?” He inquired.

She nodded as he extricated himself to get some more pills and water.

She laughed when he came back with a different sweatshirt. He sat down beside her again.

“Sorry, I haven’t let myself cry completely since he ghosted me.” She blew her nose. Just saying ‘he ghosted me’ gave her a visceral reaction in her gut.

“I mean, I’ve cried. But not like this, I wouldn’t allow it.”

“Honey, you have to allow yourself to feel your feelings, even the bad ones. If you don’t let them out, you’ll never get over them.”

She blew her nose again. “That’s what I’m afraid of, I don’t want to get over him. I don’t want to forget him.”

“You need to have some self-respect honey. You deserve to be someone’s priority. I mean, you’ve got brains and beauty, a successful career, you’re going places in your life. Why on earth would you settle for someone who can’t make you a priority? Somebody who is unable to say three simple words? Can’t say ‘I love you?’ You deserve better.”

I know it. I deserve to be somebody’s number one. And that’s what was bugging me these last few months. I wanted him all to myself, but he wouldn’t budge. I always felt the presence of, others.

“You didn’t handle it properly though. You should have talked to him, cheating was a shitty thing.”

She sighed as she ate a saltine cracker.

“It was shitty. I… I was under a lot of stress at work and didn’t handle it well.”

“Bullshit. If you cared for him like you said, you would’ve talked to him.”

Her tears welled up again. “I can’t explain why I cheated. It was so stupid. It’s not like me. I just… I swear that ‘love’ made me do it. I loved him so much, can you understand? It sounds hollow, maybe, in light of what I did. I just retaliated. I felt, if he didn’t have to be faithful then why should I.”

“But he was married, and you knew that.”

“Listen, Mr. Logical, we’re talking about the heart, not what makes sense. This was a crime of passion. And I got caught, sentenced, and basically executed.”

“But you still love him.”

She nodded.

“Do you want him back?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know… he made me feel so wonderful, so special. When we were together it was just amazing, every single time.. He didn’t say ‘I love you’, but I felt loved. I felt so special when we were together. I’ve never been so close to anyone as him. The way he made me feel was just incredible. It was… magical. Especially after we made love. The tenderness was overwhelming, I cried tears of joy a few times, as did he.”

“But…” he prodded.

“But, I knew it was never going to be more than just ‘Fuck Buddies’. I wasn’t enough to make him want to be exclusive. And I wanted more. And that wasn’t enough for me, and one day, one terrible day, I just snapped.”

“How often do you check your messages, your email?”

She hid her face from him, embarrassed.

I check… all the time… to no avail…

He held her close as he knew she was getting emotional again. For many long minutes they just sat there as she wept quietly.

“God, you must think I’m such an idiot.”

“Not at all. You need this, right? You hit rock bottom and you need to find a way out. If I can help you do that, then I’m happy.”

She pulled back and looked him in his blue eyes.

“Who the hell are you, anyway? Why are you doing this, how did you find me?”

He chuckled a little. “I’m your fairy godmother.”

She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the stomach. “Start talkin, mister.”

“Ouch! Okay okay! Do you remember when you were in the ladies room last night, and a security guard talked to you?”

She searched her memory… yes… she was being used by at least five or six girls. It disgusted her to remember her behavior. It also turned her on when she pictured it; being somewhat trapped and used by a bunch of horny women. All of them just doing what they wanted to her. Her pussy tingled.

“Yeah, umm… Gladys? Or something?”

“Right, Aunt Gladys. She called me last night. She told me some absolute knock-out woman was in deep trouble, and maybe I could come by if I wasn’t doing anything.

“My semi-girlfriend had thrown her usual post-coital fit, so I threw her out and came to the club. Gladys hadn’t seen you for awhile, so I checked around back. There you were, in all your glory. We Ubered home, the driver helped me carry you upstairs.”

“Damn, I haven’t even checked my phone. Where were my friends?”

“Here ya go,” he said, handing her the phone. “Kinda nice being unplugged, isn’t it.?”

“Here they are: ‘sweets call me hope you’re good’. Wow, such concern. So… how did I get all clean, and changed?”

He just smiled at her.

“Did I… did we…?”

“No hon, catatonic women aren’t my style. And there’s this thing going around called ‘consent’ that I happen to believe in.”

“I don’t even know your name. I’ve been afraid to ask, like it might break the spell or something. So… what is the name of my white knight?”

“You don’t remember me, do you. NYU, you were a Freshie, I was ready to graduate. We both took that creative writing course…”

“That’s it!” She exclaimed. “I thought you looked familiar! Um… Crawford, Camden… oh I’m sorry.”

“I’m crushed! I remember your name, Allison. I even asked you out, once.”

“Ah yes… I was dating, um, somebody who I don’t even remember offhand.”

He took her hand.

“It’s okay. You can date me now, if you play your cards right and pass a blood test.

“I’m Cooper.”

– – –

One month later

– – –

The blonde haired girl looked at her gorgeous reflection in the mirror as the bass line droned through the walls. She didn’t see herself as gorgeous, though. She was in too much pain. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

James, how could you do this to me?

Allison recognized that lost, dejected look. She fished out a business card from her purse.

“Call this guy. He will do wonders for you. He helped me tremendously.”

With a tear in her eye, the girl looked at the card, then at Allison a bit suspiciously.

“Life coach? What’s that?”

“Someone who can get you on track, make you realize that you have more worth than you know. Call him, it works.”

She met up with Cooper at the bar, where he had four shots of Milagros Reserve lined up.

They lifted their shots and Coop made the toast.

“To us, and all that lies ahead of us.”

In a voice that she thought he wouldn’t hear, Allison responded, “Yes, my love.”

As their bellies warmed, they smiled and kissed a soft, lingering kiss. They sipped the second shot; this tequila is really too good to be shot.

The DJ blended in a Porter Robinson mix.

“We’re not standing here for this!” Allison announced as she dragged him out on the densely populated dance floor. The crowd shoved them close together. Her unfettered breasts crushed into his chest.

“I still remember seeing these for the first time,” he told her. “You were unconscious, though. Still, I got a chubby.”

She made a face and pushed harder into him. His body responded, and she smiled as she felt his growing cock against her leg.

“I remember the first time I sucked this,” she said as she grabbed his rock hard cock.

His hand slipped under her too-short skirt and he was surprised, a little, to find her g-string was missing. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You know me and the girls restroom,” she explained. “Sometimes they just fall off.”

They both laughed as he tickled her lips amongst her gyrations.

“I’m going to fuck you later,” he warned.

“You’d better!”

His finger dipped into her cleft.

Damn if she isn’t the sexiest, and most sexual person I’ve ever known. I teach people all day how to put themselves first, how to not get too attached to other people too soon… and I’m losing my shit over this girl.

His finger slid easily into her vagina, she got wet very quickly and very copiously. As they danced slowly amongst everyone else jumping to the music, he asked her a question.

“What did you say after my roast a couple minutes ago?”

She turned to him suddenly, then looked away.

“It’s okay, tell me. I heard you. You said ‘my love.’”

His finger moved in and out of her just as she liked it, and he made sure to palm her clit the entire time.

“Say it again so I can hear,” he prodded.

Gasping, she managed, “I wanted you to say it first.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. Guy rule number 68: don’t be the first to say I love you.”

Feeling her breath quicken, he knew she was close. So he stopped and withdrew his hand a little.

“Say it.”

She moved to get back onto his hand; he pulled it back further. They played this game now and then, a little power play.

She smiled at him, and said “Well, Daddy, I guess it’s the Ladies room for me,” and walked away.

He stood there for ten seconds.

Goddamn her! I’m breaking every single one of my rules. I won’t chase her. I won’t.

He took off after her. He rounded the corner to the restroom hallway, only to be ambushed by Allison. She grabbed his hand and drove it into her pussy.

“Do you love me?” she panted.

“Yes,” he shouted above the din. “I fucking love you! More than I ever thought possible.”

Allison came on his fingers as he held her, drenching them, then she fell against his shoulder.

“And I fucking love you,” she whispered in his ear.

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