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Teen sister spies on masturbating sister

My sister Kristy wasn’t expecting me for another hour, I caught an early bus just to get out of the house. My mom has been driving me crazy lately so Kristy has been kind enough to invite me over to stay at her place. I’m 15 and my sister is a college girl, all of 19 years old but Dad set her up in her own rental home across town from home.

There was no answer to my knocking, and as always before, I let myself in, thinking she must be asleep still. I walked quietly through the house, glancing around, but went straight to Kristy’s bedroom. I expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping soundly, but she wasn’t there. The sound of water came to my ears from another room. It shut off suddenly, and I was struck with anxiety. I heard her footsteps as she padded down the hall. I turned and slipped into the closet, sliding the wooden door shut in front of my face. I peeked out through the wooden slats and saw my sister come into her room, naked and toweling her hair dry.

Kristy ran the towel over her face and then lower, drying the rest of her body slowly, as if she enjoyed the feel of the rough terrycloth against her soft skin. Kristy has an amazing body and I couldn’t help but blush with admiration taking it in. My sister’s movements were languid and drawn out, bending over to dry her legs and feet, she gave me a full view of her round ass, and her thick labia between her thighs. She came toward the closet and I shrank back, holding my breath, but she only hung the towel on a hook on the wall beside the closet door. She moved graciously onto the bed, lying down on her stomach and stretching her arms and legs. She sighed deeply and relaxed, spreading her thighs open and drawing her knees up slightly. She folded her arms beneath her head, breathing deeply, rhythmically, her chest rising and falling slowly.

From this angle I could see quite clearly between Kristy’s shapely thighs, and my breath caught as I saw how swollen her lips were. A light glaze of her juices coated her lips, slowly dribbling down to her clit. She began to grind her hips downward, into the mattress, letting out a low moan of pleasure.

I knew Kristy was sexy but this was amazing. I felt bad watching her like this but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs spread wide, so that I could see her clit which seemed pink and engorged and I noticed the muscles in her inner thighs quivered slightly.

Kristy ran her hands over her full breasts, massaging them roughly, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh, stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She arched her back up, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she stimulated her beautiful breasts. She was clearly enjoying herself immensely. And my heart was beating like crazy to see my own sister playing with herself in such a sexy way.

I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched, lest my big sister hear me and be angry that I was in there, embarrassed that she was giving me such an intimate show. I was very aroused, my own little nipples hard, my pussy wet, and I realized I was aching to touch herm my own hot fucking sister. I put the heel of my right hand against my clit over my tight jean shorts and began grinding down on it,

Kristy continued on, oblivious to my frustration in the closet, running her hands down her soft belly, caressing her lovely skin, tracing circles around her bellybutton with her fingertips. I kept my face pressed to the wooden slats of the door, watching intently as Kristy rubbed and squeezed her inner thighs. She moaned again, this time louder.

My sister was so wet that her pussy was pouring a flow of her sweet honey down her ass and soaking the sheets underneath her. She slid her fingers up and down her slit, then spread her lips further open, rubbing the tip of her throbbing clit with her finger and gasping, her hips jerking up. I was shaking with desire, my mouth watering as my sister dipped her finger inside her hot cunt. When she withdrew her finger it was dripping with her juices. She ran her wet finger around her hard clit in small circles, teasing herself. Kristy slid her fingers back down, and this time penetrated her pussy with two fingers. Again, she drew her dripping fingers up to her clit.

She placed her middle finger on one side of her clit, her ring finger on the other, and gently pinched her clit between them, rubbing in slow circles. She took her other hand and plunged three fingers deep her wet cunt making slurping sounds as she whimpered with pleasure. My sister moved at a steady pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her fingers made, her moaning and groaning, and watching my hot sister bring her self to the brink of an amazing climax. I felt like a caged animal, and every muscle in my body was bunched and tight, ready to spring.

Kristy moaned louder now, her fingers pumping faster and harder, deeper inside her juicy cunt. It was so hot how my sister rubbed her clit in quick little circles, pinching her clit tightly between her fingers and pulling on it. She jerked her hips up now with every thrust of her fingers, whining and grunting. The sound of her wet pussy slurping as she jammed them in and out sent me over the edge, and I fell to my knees, biting back a yell as I came in my jeans. My eyes were still glued to my sister fucking herself hard and fast.

A moment later Kristy let out a sharp cry, her hips bucked violently, rubbing her clit furiously as she exploded in orgasm. The muscles in her thighs were twitching spasmodically as her juices squirted in a torrent out of her convulsing cunt around her fingers. Her hips were frozen up in the air, as a second volley of cum sprayed all over her tense body her fingers still pressed hard against her clit, her fingers still buried deep inside.

Kristy’s body slowly relaxed, her ass dropping back down onto the bed and her breathing returning to normal. She laid there catching her breath, wiggling her fingers inside herself still. Then she leaned up on her elbows, looked at the closet door, and lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean. She smiled as she did this, and I realized she knew I was there. She’d known the whole time. She lowered her fingers back down to her pussy, soaking them again, and licked them clean once more.

Her voice was husky when she spoke. ” Hey sis, did you like the show? Now it’s your turn to show me your hot body!”

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Bree and Sabrina at it again.

Bree nearly fell to the floor from the shock of being pulled from her reading and her thoughts. She turned quickly to see Trina standing there the few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip started to quiver and her hands were balled into fists so tight her knuckles were white. She wanted to go to her but was afraid Trina would hit her. Bree opened her mouth to say something, anything that would fix the situation but before she could Trina turned and ran.

She wanted to go after her or call her name but every part of her body felt frozen solid. She listened to the sound of soft sobs and Trina’s feet descending the stairs. Then came the sound of the front door slaming closed.

Bree shook herself out of this frozen state of shock and ran to her sister’s window. She watched as Trina made a wild dash into dense trees of the woods behind their home. Good god what had she just done? She glanced down one final time at the diary she was squeezing tightly in her hands. At the botton of the page she read the words that sent a chill like ice water through her soul…

“I couldn’t bear it if someone found out this dark secret of mine. I would rather die…”

Trina

Bree grabbed her cell phone and called her sister’s number. She heard the ringer going off somewhere downstairs. She ran from the room and found her sisters phone laying on the stairs about halfway to the main level. She must have dropped it as she ran down the stairs. She hadn’t even stopped to pick it up. It showed her just how upset her sister must be… the idea of a teenage girl without her cell phone at her side in this day and age was unheard of.

Shit… would she really harm herself in any way? Bree really didn’t think so but who knows in a situation like this. As if anyone had ever been in a fucking situation like this she thought. This had to be unprecedented right? The shame her sister had felt in all of those entries. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light… all because of her. She had to fix this but first she had to find Trina.

Bree ran down the stairs and slipped on a pair of shoes. She started running for the woods before she even thought about where her sister might have gone. Her mind was racing as her feet pounded the soft earth below. She let her eyes scan everywhere as she ran hoping to get a glimpse of her fleeing twin. She tripped twice on fallen branches but picked herself up with speed that should have amazed her. She didn’t bother to wipe the small sticks and dirt that clung to her arms and clothing away.

She finally took a second to catch her breath and try to clear her mind. Where the hell would she go? Their parent’s owned alot of land out here. She really had no idea how much but it had always seemed to Bree to stretch for miles. She tried to think of all the places she could hide but there were no old shacks, buildings or even a damn tree house. Maybe someplace where they had played as children. Her mind finally clicked on a spot that seemed reasonable.

When they were about 12 and still got along they would play in a cave about a mile from their house. They would spend hours in there pretending they were wives to handsome men who were at work. They would make pies out of mud to feed their imaginary men when they would return. Imaginary parties were planned and imaginary children were raised there. Sometimes they just yelled new dirty words they had learned at school to hear the echo bounce off the walls and then they’d burst into giggle fits.

Trina had to be there! Bree turned in the direction of the cave and began running again. Now with a destination firm in her mind she paid more attention to where her feet were going. Her heart was screaming at her to stop running and rest but she still had over half a mile to go. She tried to block out her pounding heart’s pleas by thinking of what she’d say to Trina when she finally found her. Sadly her mind couldn’t form words or thoughts so her focus returned to her feet as they pounded along the old path to the cave.

Bree finally made it to the entrance of it a few minutes later. She stood outside for a few seconds and tried to catch her breath. During her frantic pursuit she had realized that it had started to rain. Her clothes clung tightly to her body as she leaned against the branch of an old oak that they used to pretend was a horse as kids. She listened carefully and could hear soft sobs coming from inside the cave and knew she had been right about where her sister would go. Bree took one long deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and went inside…

Trina sat in a dark corner of the small cave but there was enough light coming through that Bree could see she had her face buried in her hands. A beam of sun settled directly on her form causing her sister to glow like and angel. “Trina” she whispered softly.

Trina looked up and Bree could see her mascara had run down her cheeks and some was dripping from her chin. “Oh god please go away” Trina said quietly.

“Trina I’m so sorry… I was looking for some clothes and I….”

“I don’t care what you were doing. I don’t care what you read or what you think. I just want you gone and out of my life” Trina said her voice rising. Her fists were balled up again and her face was red with anger and embarrassment.

Bree knew she didn’t mean it but the words still stung. She walked to where her sister sat shivering in the dark cave. She could see that she was soaked from the rain as well. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and her clothes were plastered to her body. Trina sat there quietly and ingnored Bree’s presence. She decided to take her chances and sit down beside Trina even though she figured she would probably get hit.

Bree scooted close and put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Dont touch me” Trina whispered as she looked up into Bree’s eyes.
She removed her hand and stared back at her sister. She held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down at the cave floor below.

“I… I always thought you hated me” Bree finally said.

“I do hate you” Trina answered unconvincinly.

“We both know you don’t mean that… I’m glad… I’m glad I found your diary Trina”.

“What? I’m not! You invaded my privacy. You clearly read things that nobody was ever supposed to know. You ruined my life” Trina whispered the last line defeated. Her body shook as she fought down another sob.

“We can’t let anyone find out” Bree said quietly placing her hand on her sister’s thigh.

“Well no shit. It’s bad enough you know. If anyone else knew I’d be ruined” Trina said barely holding back from screaming the words. She was looking at Bree as if she had just said the dumbest thing ever.

“Not about that…” Bree whispered as she moved a little closer.

“Then wha…” Trina’s words were cut short as Bree’s hand cupped her face and pulled her in close till their lips met. Trina tried to push her away out of shock but Bree held her firm against her until the shock faded and desire replaced it.

Bree’s lips parted and her tongue soon found her sister’s, eager for her’s as well. Bree felt her sister’s hend move behind her head as she pulled her closer until the kiss was almost painful. Trina’s teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and a soft moan escaped from deep inside Bree. Her body felt like it was awash in flames that burned hotter the longer the kiss went on.

Months of confused feelings and desire poured out of Trina through the kiss. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder.

“Are you really sure about this Bree” Trina asked quietly.

“No but yes at the same time” she took Trina’s hand and their eyes again met. “I know it’s crazy and probably wrong in several ways but I can’t ignore what I felt when I read your words. I’m just as confused as you were when you started writing in your diary about me and what you were feeling.”

“Do you need more time to think things through then?” Trina asked.
“Yeah… I mean obviously I want something but its probably best if I have at least a little time to think about everything. Especially considering whats at stake if I find that what I’m feeling is just a phase that’ll pass. You’ve had these feelings for months now and you’ve had time to analyze everything you’ve been feeling. This… well. This is all new to me”

Trina looked disappointed but understanding. “Ok… but you’ll let me know right? No matter what you decide?”

“Of course I will.” Bree said.

The two sister’s laid on the floor of the cave and held each other close as they listened to the storm outside. The rain had picked up and the wind had soon followed. It came down in heavy sheets that the wind blew towards the entrance of the cave. No words were spoken between the them. None were needed. They just laid there and listened to the screaming wind, falling rain and thier pounding hearts.

Nearly an hour passed since they shared their first kiss when the rain finally stopped and the last rays of daylight flickered over the horizon. Bree stood and helped her sister to her feet and they emereged from the cave hand in hand. Although they knew nobody would be around for miles they still released their hold on one another once outside. Together they made their way back to the house. Still nothing was said as they walked side by side. They shared nervous glances at each other from time to time though.

Bree’s mind bounced thoughts around as she walked. She had never really had many sexual feelings before. At least not towards another person. She had watched porn yeah and masturbated plenty of times but she had never actually met anyone that had turned her on. Now here she was feeling this way about her sister of all people. Her identical twin sister in fact. Did that mean she was attracted to herself in some way? The idea sounded ridiculous when she thought of it like that. She was feeling so many emotions that it made it hard to walk. Confusion, curiosity and desire consumed her as they continued on together.

Fifteen minutes later they entered their parent’s home and headed up the stairs together. Bree was about to open her bedroom door and go inside when Trina placed a hand on her arm and stopped her. “Do you think…” she paused searching for the right words. “You know if… you decide you don’t want to. That all of this and everything that happened back at the cave was all a mistake. Well do you think you will still be ok being around me?” Trina asked.

“Of course I will. You’re my sister. I’ll love you no matter what.” She laughed a little and added “I loved you even when I thought you hated me. This would be nothing.”
Trina wrapped her arms around Bree and squeezed so tight she could barely breathe. Bree could feel her sister’s relief in the hug. Then Trina leaned in and kissed Bree lightly on the cheek and went to her room. Bree watched her walk away trying not to focus solely on the way her wet clothes still clung to her skin. Trina turned and gave her a brief smile then went into her room and gently closed the door behind her.

Bree stood outside her door for a second before she turned the knob and opened her it. Her computer screen glowed in the corner of her dark room. She flipped on the light switch as she closed the door behind her. It had only been a few hours before that her incident with Brad had consumed her every thought and now the whole thing seemed irrelevant compared to the recent events.

She walked over to her computer and stared at the screen for a moment. Her character stood on a small hill staring off into nothingness. Bree reached out and shut the screen off. She was about to head to her bed when she turned back to the computer. Bree leaned down and looked at her Web Cam. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss at the camera before reaching out and turning it to face the wall.

“Bitch” she heard Trina scream from her room and the two burst out laughing together.

Once in bed Bree laid there trying to shut off the thoughts that ran circles in her mind. She kept replaying everything that had happened throughout this crazy day. Her encounter with Brad that sparked the events that had seemingly changed her life. The feeling she had when she slipped into her sister’s panties. She no longer ignored the meaning behind it. She had known then that her thoughts of being aroused had nothing to do with how the sexy panties had made her feel about herself. Now she was willing to accept the fact that it was Trina that excited her. Her mind then went to the words she had read in her sister’s diary and pleasure ran though her body.

As she lay there she shimmied out of her pajamas and let her hands explore her soft naked flesh. Her nipples burned with sensitivity as she ran her finger tips over them. She let her other hand slip down between her legs and found herself wet with excitement and anticipation. This had all been building for hours now and as her mind ran through her sister’s words Bree’s orgasm was close to say the least.

She let her thoughts focus on the last entry she had read before Trina had entered the room. She moved her finger inside herself as her thoughts went to her sister mirroring her every move. Bree’s orgasm built as her finger began running tight circles around her clit. Her hips started to buck up and down and her breathing picked up speed. She shoved her face in her pillow as her orgasm burst through her body like race horses released from the gates. She thrashed in her bed and her back arched as the explosion of pleasure consumed all of her body.

When it finally passed she laid very still and silent. She waited for feelings of revulsion at what she had just done and the thoughts that had been running through her mind to come pouring in and rain on her parade. Yet nothing happened. She didn’t feel disgust at herself. The only thought that ran through her mind was what this might have been like had she experienced it with Trina instead of alone.

Bree suddenly heard her phone buzz and reached for it on the nightstand. She opened it and saw it held a message from Trina. Her breathing picked up again and she wondered what the message held. She opened it and immediately started laughing. It held one single word that told her Trina knew exactly what she had been doing only moments before.

She looked at it again “bitch” stared back at her. She sent back a little kissy face in return and then let sleep take hold of her…

End of Part 2

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Henrietta’s merging with the alien Merita has unintended side-effects!

Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Three: Tabitha Molested by Henrietta’s Pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha’s head and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend’s skin, the soft waves of her red hair, her warm breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to breathe. I fell back on Tabitha’s bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still taste her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian alien possessing my body, whispered in my thoughts. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so excited. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a wonderful job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I didn’t know what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an alien’s spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died? How could I tell her I broke my neck?

If Merita hadn’t brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to call a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck. Only my body didn’t like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our bodies together.

You never said I would sprout tentacles from my pussy, Merita!

What’s wrong with tentacles? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so hard when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your tight cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly fine tentacles.

I did… But I’m not like you. I’m human. We don’t have tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

Before Merita could respond, a loud knock rattled our door. “What is going on in there?”

The sound of Prefect Geneva bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to fear. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were…gone.

“What’s wrong? I heard screams.”

“Nothing, Prefect,” I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen years of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha’s bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper young women did not…engage in lesbian sex. No matter how wonderful it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown, her large bosom swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

“Oh, I see,” she said, her voice speaking with a refined diction. “Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured?”

I blushed while Tabitha said, “Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful state, our bellies full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We wouldn’t be able to get a good night’s rest if we…didn’t…do that.”

The prefect gave us a smile. “I am glad to see you girls are helping cure the other’s hysterics. We can’t have our girls squirming in class or up half the night unable to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we can’t do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you.”

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this school…approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of course, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizened, old man licking my mother’s pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of rapture to cure her.

No wonder she went at least once a week for a treatment.

“Well, in the future I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep.” She fixed us both with a tight smile. “If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand?”

“Yes, Prefect,” Tabitha and I said together.

“Well, have a good night,” smiled Geneva. “And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a young woman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure.” Her voice was throaty with those last words, her eyes smoky.

My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the older girl closed the door behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the room. Electricity hadn’t spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric lights were such marvels. All of London glowed at night these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than usual. “Henrietta,” she said, using my full name instead of Eta for the first time, her voice breathless, “what were those that came out of your cunny?”

“Tentacles,” I said, my heart clenching in fear.

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed. “Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy? Are you a freak? do you belong in a traveling carnival?”

I bit my lip. Tell her, urged Merita. She’s already seen them. I’m sure she’ll understand.

Right. She’ll understand that an alien possessed me.

Sarcasm is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. Tell her. I’m sure she’ll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her green eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart pussy again as she trembled.

“Okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a shooting star and it crashed…”

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange lights and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

“And she’s an…alien. Like from another planet?”

I nodded my head.

“From Venus?”

Why do your people keep thinking that? Venus is a horrible place. It’s worse than Mars.

I giggled. “No, no, she’s not from Venus. She finds it odd we think that.”

“Well, it’s Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to cure hysterics comes from?” Tabitha asked. “Not from Mars like one of those invading aliens.”

Invading? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

“You know, like in HG Wells’s serial. Don’t you read Pearson’s Magazine?” Tabitha asked. “It’s just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they’re marauding across the English countryside.”

“Oh, a story,” I said and wrinkled my nose. “No, I don’t read books about…aliens. And invasions.”

“You should. So she’s not from Venus.”

“She’s from a different planet around a different sun,” I answered. “Way far away.”

“Wow,” Tabitha said, a huge smile on her face. “This is amazing.”

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a moan full of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was wrong to keep “curing” each other. Especially with tongues and lips, but it was so wonderful.

“So…Merita cured your hysterics with her tentacles?” asked Tabitha.

I nodded my head.

“And plucked your maidenhead?”

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my hymen and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her slide in and out of my cunny.

“And you even sucked on her tentacle…like it was a prick.”

My eyes widened. “What? Sucking on a prick?”

Tabitha nodded her head. “My maid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman’s attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth.”

“That’s so sinful,” I gasped and grimaced. “Eww, I could never do that.”

Nor could I. Penises are the worse. They’re just disgusting.

“You used your mouth on my cunny,” Tabitha pointed out.

“That’s different. I wasn’t satiating a man’s vile lusts, I was curing your hysterics.” The lie was so reassuring. It wasn’t sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the chore a delight to perform. “I liked curing your hysterics.”

“And I was having fun until your…tentacles sprouted.” Tabitha’s hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown hadn’t gone all the way down to my legs beneath the cover. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussy fluttered.

“And…well…I was wondering…if you could…cure my hysterics with your tentacles?”

Oh, that sounds wonderful, Merita purred. You’ll love it.

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my head. “Gladly. Only…I don’t know how to make them come out.” I concentrated, pushing down with my pussy, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not appear. Merita?

Hmm, this is an unusual case. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.

“Well, I think I can make them appear,” Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my mind.

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so juicy and sweet, adorned with my musk. I groaned, trembling as we shared our kiss. It started out chaste, but soon our tongues were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it didn’t feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile spread across her freckled cheeks. “I like kissing you.”

“Me, too,” I said, a little breathless.

“And you’re nipples are so hard. Look at them.” Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipples poking at the linen. “They want to be played with, too.”

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my face, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My nipple ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. Stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I’ll play with your body. We’ll have such a wonderful time.”

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my thighs, pushing up my nightgown. It was so hot all of a sudden, the covers smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my nipple, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curls, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

“Tabitha,” I panted, the squirming growing in my depths. “More, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me.”

“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” grinned Tabitha. She looked at me, her face hovering over the two wet spots on my nightgown.

Yes, she is a naughty tease, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she’ll stimulate you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her round breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her nipple stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

“Etta,” she moaned between sucks as my bare hand cupped her breast, her nipple rubbing into my palm. “Ooh, yes, I like that.”

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed harder at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My legs spread wider and wider as the squirming in my depths grew and grew.

“Tabitha,” I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple hard. “I think…yes, yes, I think they’re about to sprout.”

“Do it,” she moaned, her fingers sliding up and rubbing hard at my clitoris. “Let them out. I want you to cure my hysterics. Do it.”

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm burst inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purple and glistening with my juices. I gasped and moaned, my tentacles flailing. Tabitha gasped, pulling her hands away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

“Oh yes, your pussy tentacles,” she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny. “They’re cumming out of your lips, stretching you open. Ooh, that looks wild.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted and shuddered, my orgasm peaking inside of me.

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a part of me. Like my arms or legs. I could feel them, control them. It wasn’t difficult either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha’s lips.

She clapped her hands. “Wow. Those are…exciting. I don’t know what it is, Etta, I really don’t, but the sight of them stir such wonderful flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly.” She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine. “Will you care my hysterics? Pretty please?”

I grinned at her, eager to use my new tentacles.

Our tentacles, Merita corrected. And you will enjoy using them. They are so sensitive.

“I can arrange that, Tabitha,” I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my lips. That kiss wasn’t a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her breasts pressing against her dressing gown as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

“Ooh, it is slippery with your cunny juices,” grinned Tabitha. “And you smell delicious.”

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play with.

Remembering how much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dream, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my lips. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending wonderful flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

Yes, yes, that is delicious, Merita moaned in my mind.

It is. These are amazing. Ooh, I love them.

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. Double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My eyes fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her hands stroking me.

My hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

And you have two other tentacles not doing anything at all, Merita reminded me. They need to play, too.

Yes, yes, yes, you’re so wonderful, Merita.

She purred in delight and, for a moment, I felt our thoughts kiss. It was sensual, a burning ripple that washed across my mind. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.

One went high. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest as I searched for her breasts. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her hard nipple and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the appendage. I quested the fourth tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.

Oh, she is dripping wet, Merita. Can you fell it?

Yes, the alien purred, her thoughts caressing mine. She’s so wet and juicy. And her hymen… Oh, I get that wonderful thrill of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were holes in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her pussy and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her breast, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her eyes widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my clitoris and frigged it.

Oh, that’s wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.

Push it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You’ll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The pressure about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my finger and Tabitha’s with my tentacle.

Tabitha pulled the tentacle from her mouth. “Melody, yes, yes. You’re tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I’m going to…to…”

Her body bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysms spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.

“Etta,” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are wonderful. I’m so glad you met Merita.”

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle,f reed from Tabitha’s mouth, ached for sensation. I shoved it down her dressing gown and wrapped it about her other breast. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her nipples, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to make sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

“Can I…?”

“Yes,” nodded Tabitha. “Pluck my cherry. Do it! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful.”

I kissed my friend hard on the lips as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend’s untouched cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It’s a wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she’s so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She’s wonderful. Don’t you love it? Don’t you love how she feels wrapped about you? Isn’t she so soft and silky, Henrietta?

Yes!

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha’s cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her flesh squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My finger danced harder on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let’s cum. Do it. Let’s experience the wonderful paroxysms. Let her cunny cure our hysterics.

I broke my kiss with Tabitha and gasped, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her eyes widened as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasure washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her pussy stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tits harder.

“Are you…?” Her eyes widened. “From taking my cherry? You’re orgasming?”

“Cumming,” I moaned, spasming. “You feel amazing, Tabitha. Wonderful. I love being in you.”

“I love you in me.” Her smile grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing. “Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It’s amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so deep in me, Etta. Love this.”

“Me, too,” I moaned. Thank you, Merita.

She caressed my thoughts with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my friend’s cunny. New pleasure built inside of me was I pumped my appendage. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha’s breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nothing to do.

Fuck your ass, Merita hissed. Ram that into your sphincter. Do it.

I did love it when your tongue probed it.

As Tabitha bucked and trembled against my tentacle, I reached the unoccupied one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and caressed my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

“Yes, yes, yes, cure my hysterics,” moaned Tabitha. “Oh, please, please, Etta. Keep ramming that tentacle in me. I’m going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful paroxysms are the best.”

“Yes,” I nodded my head in agreement as the tip of my tentacle rubbed at my sphincter.

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations shot to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

“What are you doing with that fourth tentacle?” Tabitha asked, her voice breathy.

“Pushing it into my rectum,” I answered, my eyes bugging as my sphincter gave away.

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

“You’re buggering yourself?” asked Tabitha, her eyes widening. “Lord have mercy, that’s so dirty.”

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my hands hard on Tabitha’s and my tentacles about her breasts.

“Oh, yes, yes, bugger yourself,” she hissed, trembling, her hips humping. “You are so filthy. I love it, Etta. I love you.”

Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. Make her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our holes. My bowels clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my body: my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha’s breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hands…

Tabitha grasped my small mounds through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a wonderful, wicked sensation, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that’s wonderful, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that wonderful bliss again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance women railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She didn’t want to give up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how sinful it was.

“Oh, Tabitha,” I moaned, breaking our kiss as she pinched my nipples through my nightgown. “Your cunny… So hot. Oh, I love fucking you.”

“And how does it fell to bugger yourself?” Her green eyes twinkled.

“So amazing. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so tight on my tentacles.” I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in deep, loving the duel delight of the my bowels caressing my appendage which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A massive paroxysm of delight swelled in the depths of my pussy.

“Oh, you have to bugger me next time,” gasped Tabitha. “Oh, yes, I want that. I’m so close to my release. Cure my hysterics.” Her fingers pinched hard on my nipples. “Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me.”

“Yes!”

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha’s eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs brushing mine beneath the covers.

“Oh, Etta, oh, yes. Love you. So good.”

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowels clenched down on my plunging appendage.

“Tabitha,” I gasped. “Merita, yes. Yes, yes. I love you both. So good.”

Love you, too, moaned Merita in my mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The pleasure boiled through me. The bliss peaked in me. I gasped, my back arching. All my tentacles pulsed, expanding and contracting. Tabitha groaned, her pussy clenching down on my tentacle, her pussy stretched wide open over and over.

“Cumming again,” she moaned through clenched teeth. “Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute best. Thank you, thank you.”

“You’re so very welcome,” I moaned and then sighed, my blonde hair spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My hand took Tabitha’s as we stared in each other’s faces in the flickering lamp light. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flame before flopping on the bed, a grin on her face.

“That was the best.”

I nodded my head and didn’t resist as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien’s thoughts still buzzed from the wonderful orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any hope of fixing her ship, she had to recover it. And before any human found it. That could be disastrous. The nanites were separated from the ship’s computer, not under any control.

Merita had no idea how they would react if they came in contact with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her school and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A lesbian, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to introduce sapphic pleasures.

“Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,” the maid Daisy said, her voice squeaking with fear.

“We are walking,” Marilynn answered as she led the way through the fog. “I can hear the noise. It definitely fell here.”

Marilynn was a young woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hair fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star’s fiery plunge.

“But, Miss Marilynn, I didn’t think you meant a real walk. Out in the fog. I thought we were gonna…”

“Have relations? Yes, so did I.”

It had been Marilynn’s intentions when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid’s lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled face girl of eighteen dressed in her maid’s smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn’s thighs to enjoy the girl.

It wasn’t hard. The school earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it wasn’t long before she had the maid pinned against a shed, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn’s hands slid up the maid’s body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, round breasts. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy’s lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a spectacular orgasm on Daisy’s mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passion. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to study was too much for her to pass up.

She could always enjoy Daisy’s sweet mouth after they found it.

“But it’s so dark, miss,” Daisy said, fear thick in her voice. “No one goes out in the fog. It’s cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play tricks on people.”

“Fairies are not real,” laughed Marilynn. “Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the Philosophy of Mythology. Humans strive to find a explanation for natural events, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to create flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here.”

“Then what is making that sound?” Daisy asked.

The sound was a rising, hissing, buzz. It had a mechanical regularity that had Marilynn frowning. Perhaps it isn’t the meteorite we’re tracking but something else. I thought it fell this way, but the fog is quite dense.

“Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would explain the hissing.”

“What kind of mechanism would be out here? It’s nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these sounds. Let’s go back to the school, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice.”

“Tempting, but I am curious.”

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I didn’t think electricity had reached out here.

“Miss,” groaned Daisy again. “See, it’s fairy. They’re luring us in. We’ll be walking into a bog or something. They like to play tricks.”

“Silly girl, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it…surreal. It is a common effect at night. Humans senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal.”

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a great height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external bulb but from the metal itself. A crack ran across the side and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

“What is it, Miss?” Daisy asked, her voice farther behind, holding back.

“I don’t know,” Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a straight stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her heart hammering, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knees while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed dark and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued…

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Two high school girls in love sneak into the school basement one day after school to use as a secret place to finally express their physical desires for each other. But is the old janitor going to find them and what will happen if he does?

I was already gushing wet in my panties from my excitement just from thinking about what was going to happen that wanted to run, but knew that would draw unwanted attention. Instead I simply tried to pretend I was calm and walked slowly down the large half empty hallway as all the other kids were ignoring me as they got happily about their business now that school was over and they had the weekend ahead. The jocks and cheerleaders were packing books into their lockers to get ready for after school practice, while the geeks and nerds were taking them out to go home and study for the upcoming midterms. I however bypassed my locker entirely as nothing could distract me from my goal.

The note simply said, “2×2=3B”. It would mean nothing if anyone else saw it or maybe they would think it was just a math problem. That was why we had used code, since if anyone found us out it would be the end of the world for us both. Neither of our families that would never understand and with college just around the corner we needed to pretend everything was normal for just a little while longer to make sure we both got in the same school together as we had planned.

It was a little after three o’clock at the door to the school basement and my nerves were ragged. I looked around nervously, but no one was nearby and the few people down the hall weren’t even looking at me. My heart was racing as I quietly did as the note instructed, knock twice, pause, then knock twice more. Instantly I heard it unlock and Simone peeked through the sliver of doorway she opened. “Nicole?” I heard her cautiously ask.

Standing there in the open I was terrified so hissed, “Of course! Hurry and let me in!”

In a frantic flutter I pushed open the forbidden door enough to snake in before she hastily shut and resealed it with the lock behind me. “How did you even get in here?” I demanded as I looked around. The basement entrance was really nothing more than a janitors closet and some stairs down. Mostly there was just rolls of toiletry paper, soaps, and some other cleaning materials.

She held up a piece of Scotch tape that was dirty as if it had been stuck to something beforehand. “Asked the janitor for some paper towels and taped the lock while his back was turned,” she bragged like she was a criminal mastermind. “Come on, let me show you what I found.” Then she grabbed my hand and lead me quickly down the dimly lit solid concrete stairs that made little noise even with us running.

“But what if the janitor comes in?” I asked worried about being discovered even more as well a adding the crime of trespassing.

“He hardly ever comes further than the door from what I could tell,” Simone assured me. “All that is down here is just storage, see?”

Looking around I could see she was right. Mostly it was a lot of things that were just spare or replacement items for school equipment. Some old obsolete movable blackboards, several brand new empty trash cans, a dozen or so desk-chairs for students, but then to one side was the prize she wanted to show me. A giant stack of inch thick exercise mats for gym class that she had pulled of three or four to make an improvised bed bigger than either of ours at home. “Ta-da!” she said proudly waving to them.

“Nice!” I congratulated her as I went over to flop down on one. Simone, ever the showoff though dropped down, kicked off her shoes, and did a forward roll to join me. They were hard and firm, but definitely softer than the ground or a cement floor. My knees still ached remembering the time in the bathroom. But just thinking about that again returned my thoughts to the reason we were even here and I my heart beat fast in my chest for a different reason than fear.

“So?” Simone said laying down on her side, one arm propped up to hold up her cute red head. “Did I do well enough to get rewarded?”

I smirked and blushed. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, but just giving it to her wasn’t as much fun as making her work for it. “I suppose,” I said facetiously as if I hadn’t quite decided yet. I bent my head down to hers, my long brown hair draping down one side of my face to tickle her cheek as we kissed.

As her bright pink lips melted in with mine I again found myself still disbelieve that I’d fallen in love a girl, much less one that was so silly and strange as this one. But maybe it was because of that we had ended up here? If she hadn’t accepted that dare to kiss me at that party on Halloween I’d probably still be unhappily chasing after some idiotic jock. All the guys hooted when she’d kissed me, and we both played it off as just a joke, but she had felt it at that instant too. That one simple, silly joke of kiss had changed us forever.

That next week she had come to my house to apologize for surprising it on me and wanted to assure me that she was straight and not onto girls. Of course I said the same thing, utterly convinced it was the truth, but somehow felt funny just having to say that. We’d known each other for years, and while not the more than acquaintances at the time I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with her. Simone seemed to enjoy that as well and by Thanksgiving we were inseparable; the best of friends and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

Then there was our next kiss, our first real serious kiss. I was at her house for a study date and I just couldn’t help myself. Our heads were so close together pouring over her math book and then she looked at me with those deep emerald green eyes she has. Our first kiss had been quick and playful and I didn’t even know it was coming, but this one was slow and deliberate, passionate. If she hadn’t started kissing me back, or worse had freaked out, I would have been devastated with embarrassment. Instead she accepted me by opening her mouth and letting our tongues dance across each others for several blissfully perfect minutes that stretched on forever, much as was happening right now. I could feel her desire for more and I had that same desire and now had the freedom to fully express it for the first time in my life thanks to her.

I moved and we rolled back onto the hard mattress as I started to explore her body with my hands. When I first met Simone in high school I’d been jealous at how she had gotten her modest breasts before me, but only a year later I realized what a curse they actually were. While I had only mosquito bites at fourteen, my body decided that since it was late to the game to make up for it in volume. At fifteen I was already a C-cup, but kept growing to eventually top out around a D-cup last year.

That had gotten me the attention of the boys that I always thought I had wanted. It was actually horrible. I’d become a cow that boys wanted just for my sweater meat and if that wasn’t demeaning enough my back ached all the time getting used to the change in chest weight. The worst though was the leering and gossiping from the girls who had once been my friends, making me feel like a slut even though I was still a virgin. They say the worst thing is getting what you wish for, and big tits sure fell into that category. In fact the only time I liked them was at times like this when Simone reached up to touch them gently.

Her breasts were only a B-cup at best, but that made them just right to fit in my hands and still stay upright with little discomfort for her. As I pushed up her shirt to touch her bra she already had both hands squeezing each of mine. That felt so good I pulled away from our kiss to moan. For having been together in a romantic way for almost two months we really were both still woefully inexperienced sexually.

That was not for want of trying, but a lack of privacy. We had kissed and touched over clothes when alone with each other in our rooms, but Simone had one older brother and two younger ones, while I just had a younger sister. We could never be sure we wouldn’t be interrupted at either house, so had some dates out on the town, but again still had to pretend we were just friends. Last week when we went to a nice dinner at a good restaurant was the most erotic thing we’d ever done. Quietly in the public restroom I went into a stall with her and made out until I went down on my knees to get my first view and lick of her pussy. Simone was to scared of someone coming in to cum and stopped me before I got very far, but kissed me afterwards like it was the best gift I ever gave her.

Thinking about that I decided that it was her turn to return the favor. We had both rubbed our tits and clits a few other times, but always with clothes on and ready to cover up at a moment’s notice. I longed for more. I needed it.

I pulled up my own shirt quickly, forcing Simone to momentarily remove her hands as I discarded the garment. Before she could go back to work on them again though I reached behind my back as I said, “I want you to suck on my tits.” Then I popped the snap and shrugged my heavy jugs out into the cool basement air to harden my nipples.

“My pleasure,” Simone responded softly. She rolled back over and leaned her head back towards me, but lower and sucked up one of my teats. I moaned again feeling her hot mouth suckle at me with her tongue rolling against my hard swollen tip. That felt so good I could imagine having kids if only to feel this good all the time. When she stopped I was truly disappointed, but just for a moment as she switched over to my other breast to make it feel just as wonderful. I ran my hand through her short cropped hair and wondered how such pleasure could be a sin. Maybe a guy could do this to me, but they would never be as gentle and loving as Simone.

Then she stopped again and nestled her face between my breasts and shook her head playfully as she blew and vibrated her lips against my fleshy cavern. “Bu-bu-bu-bu-bupt!” It tickled and I gave a small gasp as I pulled away from her. Simone laughed as she informed me, “That’s called ‘motor-boating’!”

“Next time warn me first,” I gasped trying to stop laughing. Simone was crazy, beautiful, and just plain amazing. I could never love anyone as much as I did her at this moment.

“You wanna try it?” Simone teased as she removed her own shirt and pulled her tight sports bra over her head.

I’d only licked her breasts twice before and for only a short time, so was eager to do so again. I answered her by just tackling her to the mat and duplicating her motor-boat imitation on my breasts. It didn’t work as well on her smaller apple sized breasts. “Bbbbuuuupppptttt!” But still we laughed together. It felt so right to just be loved and play with each other’s bodies with no threat of anyone finding us. I think this must be true happiness. But now I wanted to make Simone mine forever.

I kissed her all over, the dark bumpy tips of her breasts, their soft undersides, her boney ribs underneath, then her smooth tanned belly. She could tell where I was going and spread her legs open for me as I got closer. My hands caressed her hard knees and pushed up her creamy thighs to flip her short skirt up out of the way. I’d never really worn skirts much in the winter before this year, but if you wanted to give access to your lover to touch you for just a few moments in the bathroom, or behind the gym, and then go back out in public as if nothing had ever happened then a skirt was the way to go. We both almost exclusivity wore them every day now because we just couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.

It was Simone’s turn to moan as I gently kissed the exposed flesh on her inner thigh right next to her pink cotton panties, then kissed the material themselves to feel her hot wet mound. The heat and smell of her moistening underneath wet my own pair as well as my appetite. She squealed happily and flipped her short skirt over my head and it was just like our dinner date again, only better. She had teased how she wasn’t wearing panties then, but she was wearing a longer skirt than usual. I had dared her to prove it and that led to our rushed encounter in the cramped stall of a public restroom. I still can’t believe we did that, but it was incredibly sexy and spurred me on now.

This time however I went slow and took my time, gently rolling the waistband of her undergarment down her hips to remove the cute barrier protecting her sex from my direct oral assault. Once it was down to her crotch though I continued to only tease my lover though as I kissed down her legs, pulling of the small tangled garment as I went. Simone giggled as I got all the way to her ankles socks as the panties were finally tossed aside. Then I stood and decided to do something I’d been fantasizing about for a while now.

I pulled off my shoes and reached under my own skirt and tore down my own white panties and symbolically flung them behind me. Simone twisted and rubbed her knees together erotically eager for me. “This time” I started as I walked around the mat and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor like a stripper, “we will do it together.” Now I was naked save for my socks as I crawled back onto the mat by her head and kissed her upside-down.

That was weird, but fun. Afterwards I climbed lower I was pleasantly aroused that she began suckling at my tits again as I nibbled at hers. I had intended to keep going, but this felt to good so I lingered here for a time, each of us feasting on the other’s boobs until my lust overcame my enjoyment and I almost jumped down the rest of her body as I straddled her head and slid my face over her smooth naked sex.

I wondered if her shaved pussy tasted better than my natural tangled curls and was worried that Simone would find mine nasty because of it. She said she liked the feel of running her fingers through my hair down there and cautioned me against shaving as she had. She did it last summer for her bikini and now kept it shaved because it itched growing back in. Once her steamy tongue touched my twat though I ceased caring about anything else and went to work savoring her own sweet honey pot.

This was the first time she’d licked me down there and I was in heaven. I tried to go easy and take my time to make love to her, but the sensations of her kissing my delicate folds and lapping at my button were entirely to mind-blowing not to enthusiastically return the favor as passionately as possible. I felt her tongue open me up to probe inside while her chin pressed against my mound right into my ovaries. No amount of concentration was enough however when a long thin finger pressed inside me and curled up as she also sucked on my clit. Never had anything felt that amazing and my world collapsed into a dazzle of light and color.

I couldn’t imagine a joy as great as this before and brain stopped working at all. I stifled a scream into Simone’s sticky wet folds as my own womb clamped down on her invading finger and went into blissful seizures. My only regret was that I was unable to give her the same amount of pleasure.

Simone withdrew her finger as I slowly regained my senses. Pulling my head up I tried to refocus my eyes and that’s then I saw him. Hidden far behind one of the chalkboards, squatting down to peek under it, my panties in his old wrinkled hand, held up to his ancient bulbous nose. Of course it still took my post-orgasmic mind several seconds to reboot to actually understand that it was the janitor. Once I had though I screamed.

After that was utter confusion as I was flailing to cover myself with only my hands since all my clothes were out of reach while Simone bolted up underneath me and joined in to make a chorus of screeches. The balding grey haired guy old enough to be my grandfather, still wearing his grey work jumpsuit walked forward and directed, “Now just calm down girls.”

“Get out of here you pervert!” Simone shouted at him, but I knew that was a futile order.

“Now you listen here missy,” he said angrily letting his slightly southern accent out, “Youse the ones who ain’t s’pos’ to be here.”

I was terrified and hurriedly offered, “Just give us a minute to dress and we’ll leave.” That might have worked if Simone had not upset him first.

“Now I’m not going anywhere,” he began incredulously. “If you think I’m gonna jus’ leave youse alone in here…”

“Actually,” Simone interrupted him with a quick glance at me. She dropped her hands wasn’t covering up her chest anymore and shot me a wicked look like she had a plan. “Why don’t you stay and enjoy the show?” Then she slowly started to stand.

That scared me more than anything else. I shot out to grab her wrist and tugged her back close to me. “What are you doing?” I hissed under my breath at her. There was no way I could keep going with a guy here watching us!

She just smiled and indicated towards him with her eyes and whispered back, “Look at his crotch.” I couldn’t look at anything but her as she pulled away from me and stood up. She was still wearing her skirt so it flipped down and concealed her own nude pussy, but now she unabashedly traipsed over to him, almost skipping which made her small topless breasts jiggle enticingly.

It was only then I realized that the old man hadn’t spoken since Simone changed her tone and made her offer. As she approached him he seemed just as scared as I was now, but I finally noticed what she was talking about. Jutting out from his waist, tenting the front of his weathered grey uniform was what must have been his penis. I knew the biology of it, but had still never seen one in real life before, and since I’d fallen in love with Simone I never wanted to now.

Honestly just the idea of having one stuck up inside me scared me ever since I was little and another girl first explained fucking to me when she found her dog doing it. Simone however had said she’d thought about it, but I thought she had meant in the past tense since we had become lovers. “I can tell you liked watching us,” she teased putting him on the defensive. He then realized his manhood was showing and he covered himself with a hand, but Simone was on full offensive. “So maybe we can come to some kind of an arrangement?”

“What kind of ‘rangement?” he asked skeptical of her flirtiness.

“We need a place where we can have some fun without anyone else finding out,” she said giving me a wink as she closed the distance between them. “And you, being a kindly old man that had just such a place, will let us use it whenever we want, and keep it a secret so you can watch over us and our… extracurricular activities.” I was silently freaking out, still curled up naked on the mat with my back against the giant stack of them. There was no way in Hell I was going to do lewd things in front of this old grizzled perverted geezer!

“Deal!” he said quickly though and my bubbling complaints that were struggling to find my voice froze in my belly.

“Just a few ground rules,” Simone said now boldly at arm’s reach from him. “No touching us at all and you have to give us a key to the basement.”

He rubbed his bristly grey stubbled chin and countered, “No key, but I’ll open it for youse once a week af’er school.”

Simone similarly quickly agreed as he had, “Deal!” and stuck out her open palm. I felt dead inside as his huge callous fingered wrapped around and shook her dainty hand, but still couldn’t find any courage to object. Simone however had a bright smile like a beacon as she trustingly turned her back on the old man and hopped back on the mat before me. “Isn’t this great?”

I was aghast. The crusty old janitor turned a short wastebasket over and sat his ass down as Simone tried to kiss me. Once she was that close I finally found my voice, though still didn’t get gout more than a whisper. “How could you do that? I can’t…”

Simone though just forced her lips to mine to silence me. They tasted different now, but then I remembered how she’d eaten me out just a few minutes ago. It seemed like a another lifetime ago and I tried to stop her as it grossed me out just for a moment, but also turned me on remembering her own similar taste that was still on my lips. I wanted to scream and argue about the stranger who must still be leering at us, but her insistent tongue found its way inside my mouth again and I was distracted by how good it felt.

When she finally pulled back to look at me she whispered excitedly, “Don’t you see how great this is? Now we have a place where we can be alone!”

I couldn’t help but look over her shoulder at the old man who already had unzipped his jumpsuit and was obscenely rubbing my panties over his dick. “Alone?” I grimaced.

“Oh, he seems harmless enough,” Simone dismissed him offhandedly. “Guys like to peep. My older brother Steve wanted to see my pussy when I was twelve so I made him show me his. And I actually caught Reggie jerking off with my panties last year.” She laughed as she recalled it, “I threatened to tell Mom and Dad and he did my chores for a week and I now let him do my laundry! Win-win!”

Simone was far too nice and trusting, and also not the sharpest when it came to things like this. And while she wasn’t worried, but I still was. I grew up with just my Mom and little sister and knew there were plenty of jerks and wannabe rapists out there. I hardly remember Dad since my parents divorced, but I remember how big and mean he was and how much he’s scared me when I was little. Simone however had not only her father, but three brothers, so while she had more experience with males, she had probably a lot more protection from the evil ones than most. That was probably why she acted so tomboyish and also maybe even why I became attracted to her in the first place. I tried to think that maybe she knew what she was talking about, but for as bold as I had been before I was as timid as a mouse with that man watching us. Then Simone began caressing my legs and I knew she’d already gotten over having an audience, or worse was probably turned on by it.

“Now where were we?” she teased with her words as she moved in to do the same to my body with her lips and fingers. Her head moved to the side so her lips could kiss at my collarbone while her fingertips ran through the curled forest of my sex. Oh how I loved when she did that.

She dipped her fingers into my still squishy twat and I was almost able to forget about the lecherous dirty old man watching us. I closed my eyes and just gave myself over to my love. I reached out and hugged her to me and we kissed again, just as passionately as before. Then she slid her hand free of my cooch again and knelt up and feed me her tits while she sensually sucked her fingers clean of me.

After feasting on her firm breasts and spongy erect nipples some more she whispered, “I want you to lick me again, like you did in the bathroom.” Then she stood and turned around, standing on the mat, leaning back against the pile wearing only her short skirt and socks. From my sitting position I could still peek up at her hairless pussy and I wanted nothing more than to please her.

Still there was the man. With Simone no longer distracting me I saw him again. I couldn’t see his penis directly since he was covered by my panties and his hand, but I could hear the repeated fapping sound as he rubbed himself watching us. He didn’t look like a threat just sitting there and Simone was right that this was probably the only way we could stay together now. So I just steeled myself and quickly turned around so I wouldn’t have to look at him and pushed my face up my lovers skirt and into kissed her wonderfully tangy cunt.

Unlike when we were in the restaurant bathroom Simone moaned out loudly, gasping “Oh yea Nicole, lick that clit!” It was strange for her to be so vocal, but then again we always had to be deathly silent before now. She placed her hands on the back of my head to uselessly pull me in closer and sighed, “Fuck that feels so God damn good. Push a finger up inside me.”

Penetration was the one thing that had always bothered me before, but she had made me cum in just a few moments last time she had done it to me. I gently prodded my hand up to my wet chin pushed past the outer folds of her womanhood and felt her slick entrance open up as I pushed in just a little bit. “Deeper,” was all Simone moaned at my progress.

My tongue had pushed inside her for a moment before, but I had never felt the inside of a vagina before and I was worried about hurting her with my nails. I pushed in more and found I could easily slide my whole finger inside and probably gone even deeper. Then I remembered how it felt when her finger had curled up inside of me and how it had made me explode so I poked around some and tried to do the same. Being careful not to scratch her I still moved cautiously, but she seemed to be enjoying it all the same until my finger pushed into a rough spot against the back of her pelvic bone.

“Oh fuck! Right there! Don’t stop!” she gasped out and tightened up. I got so excited that I was finally getting her off that I completely lost myself in pleasuring her. My lips closed around her clitoris which had grown hard and sucked on it and pushed my nose against the outside of her mound where my finger had pushed up inside her. “God! I’m cuming!” she squeaked as her throat tightened up along with seemingly every other muscle in her body and she spasmed so hard I felt like she was using my face as a seat to keep from falling over. Hot sticky juice flooded out of her and ran down my arm.

I lapped at her leaking geyser and was very pleased with myself for making her orgasm that hard. The few other orgasms we had shared were just from rubbing on the outside, but this was obviously a whole order of magnitude more pleasurable for her just as it had been for me. The only thing that ruined the moment was when the old guy grunted behind me and Simone giggled quietly to me as she slowly regained control of her body, “Which one of us do you think he’s imagining fucking?”

I removed my head from her soaking wet crotch, sweet girl-cum and spittle breaking in long chains as I pulled away to turn back to glance at our voyeur. He was breathing hard and only gently squeezing his groin now. My white panties had a growing distinctive dark spot as his discharge wet the other side of the cloth, then he opened his eyes and I could feel his lusty gaze boring into my soul.

Instinctively I recoiled in disgust thinking about his nasty sperm staining my intimate garment, but I vowed that was as close as he would get to my womb. Never would I wear them again no matter if they were bleached clean out of the fear that any might somehow survive to get inside of me, impregnating me with his vile spawn. Simone however found it humorous. “Guess he was thinking about you, and who wouldn’t with those giant tatas!” She then jumped into a hug behind me and squeezed my tits playfully and kissed my cheek.

I couldn’t stop looking at the wheezing old bastard as I finally got so see his shriveling cock for the first time. Well it was my first time seeing any manhood really. He wiped it clean on the rag that had once been my panties then he after he stood up and met my stern glaring hatred. “Sorry,” he apologized meekly then tossed dropped it on top of the wastebasket that he’d been sitting and turned to leave. “See ya’ll next week,” he said half over his shoulder and then was silently gone up the stairs.

Simone was just pleased as punch with the whole thing and started yammering as were got dressed. She still thought this was a giant lucky break for us and exclaimed about hot and sexy I’d been eating her out and thinking about what to do next week. I think she could tell that I was still upset about it so she belittled that old guy, laughing about making him cream just from watching us.

Then she admitted something that bothered me even more. “I kinda liked him watching,” Simone confessed. “Okay, not kinda, but a lot!”

“Then next time you get to have your panties ruined!” I growled pointing at the sticky oozing garment on the surface of the can. I stood there looking down at them, his gooey mess being absorbed by them and wondered if I should just leave them or throw them away.

I meant it as a negative, but that just seemed to excite Simone. “I know just the pair I’ll wear!” I wanted to be mad at her, but then she pulled me into another enthusiastic kiss and I couldn’t. She took my arm and said, “Come on, let me walk you home lover.” Happily she held my hand and we did walk the quarter mile to my house, hand in hand, smiling and I allowed her blissful ignorance to infect me, letting myself believe that maybe she was right. Inside I knew this would lead to disaster, but for the moment I was just too happy and in love to care.

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Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed. Her blackmailer requires her to attend the Mayim Clinic…

Chapter 3
THE MAYIM CLINIC

The hardest bit of attending the Mayim Clinic was finding an explanation for Erica of why Laura was going out that night to a previously unmentioned appointment. Normally Laura and Erica did everything together – parties, clubbing, shopping, even doctors’ appointments. For Laura to be out at night without her lover was unusual to say the least, and for it to come up at short notice was suspicious.

She decided to stick close to the truth.

“I got a job offer,” she told Erica as they sat on the couch that afternoon. It was a Sunday, the end of the weekend, and Sunday afternoons and evenings were usually reserved for watching television on the couch, a home-cooked dinner, and then passionate lovemaking till they fell asleep.

“You didn’t tell me you were looking for new jobs,” said Erica suspiciously.

“I told you I wasn’t getting paid enough at my work didn’t I?” replied Laura. “I mentioned to people that if they knew of anything better, they should let me know, and then just now this came out. It’s a clerical assistant at some kind of research clinic. It’s night work, which sucks, but I should at least go and interview for it, right?”

Laura could see that Erica was torn. She didn’t like the idea of losing her lover to work in the evenings, but the idea of Laura earning a bit more and relying less on Erica’s paycheck was attractive. Laura helped her make up her mind by leaning in, kissing Erica on the lips, and starting to gently rub Erica’s tits. She knew Erica couldn’t think properly when she was horny.

“It’ll be fine,” Laura whispered between kisses. “I’ll get paid more, and I promise I’ll still fuck you when I come home. I’ll wake you up and then fuck you, if you’ve fallen asleep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Laura’s hand was inside Erica’s shirt now, lightly pinching her nipples, and Erica was breathing heavily and was flushed.

“Yes,” gasped Erica.

“So it’s okay, right?” asked Laura, nibbling at Erica’s neck and massaging her breasts.

“Yes,” replied Erica.

And just like that, it was settled.

***

The Mayim Clinic was a modern-looking professional building on the outskirts of the city centre. It was built low to the ground, had an attractively landscaped garden, and looked for all the world like a suburban doctor’s surgery. At 6 pm it was already getting dark, but the Clinic grounds were well lit. Laura entered through sliding glass doors, and was impressed by a relaxing and well-furnished foyer overseen by a pretty female receptionist. Laura told the receptionist she was here for an appointment, and hoped that someone knew she was coming. The receptionist just told her to take a seat and wait.

Laura hadn’t known how to dress; she’d settled on a business suit with a short, professional skirt. She’d thought about how her blackmailer had wanted her topless in front of her computer, and wondered if maybe he wanted her to wear something slutty. On the other hand, he’d been fairly explicit about his other demands, and if he’d wanted Laura to further humiliate herself, surely he would have said something. She wasn’t going to demean herself more than she had to.

“He.” She thought about that as she waited. She had assumed her blackmailer was a male. People who abused women were so often men, right? But she supposed it could be a woman. As she thought it, she felt a little glow of warmth between her legs, and blushed. What was that about? Was she getting wet at the thought of being blackmailed and humiliated by a woman? She squeezed her thighs together tightly and tried to think about something else. And she decided she’d call her abuser “he” in future, to stop that thought occurring again.

Laura didn’t have to wait long. It had been barely ten minutes when a woman in a labcoat emerged from a doorway and strode into the waiting room, accompanied by two teenagers, also in lab coats.

“Hi, Laura,” said the lead woman, extending her hand. “I’m Dr Tara Windred. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Laura shook the hand. Dr Windred appeared to be in her late 30s. She was massively buxom – Laura estimated she must be at least an E cup – but nevertheless looked both intelligent and professional. She had black hair, pulled back in a bun, and elegant square-frame glasses. Her labcoat was open at the front, revealing a purple turtleneck sweater that accentuated her bosom by clinging and straining across its curves.

Dr Windred beamed at Laura. “These are my assistants, Amy and Royce. They’re here on work experience, but they know the ropes.”

Amy was a pretty, willowy girl with strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and an enticing smile, exactly the sort of girl that Laura found most attractive. Laura felt herself blushing as she said hello to Amy.

On the other hand, Royce was tall and fit with thick brown hair and well-trimmed but adolescent beard. He didn’t smile at Laura, and didn’t say anything, only nodding briefly to acknowledge her presence.

“Dr Windred,” said Laura, after she’d greeted the two assistants, “I have to say, I’m not actually sure what I’m supposed to be helping you with here.” She tensed up inside. She still somehow felt that this was going to turn out to be a brothel or a strip club, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

“Research,” replied Dr Windred. “Were you not told? You’ll be a participant in a study we’re conducting. It’s very generous of you to have volunteered; from what I hear, you’re exactly what we’re looking for.” She smiled. “Look, how about you go through to the prep room with Amy, and get ready, and then come to me in my office and I’ll tell you what it’s all about.”

Laura was far from reassured, but Amy was already leading Laura to the door at the back of the reception, and Laura didn’t want to embarass herself in front of the cute blonde girl, so she allowed herself to be led away. She saw Dr Windred and Royce heading for another door, and then she was out of reception and in a hallway.

The hallway further reinforced Laura’s earlier impression of a doctor’s surgery. It was clean, sterile and functional, without appearing cold or frightening in any way. It was painted in warm colours, with several doors leading off it. Amy took her to one such door, and together they entered, revealing what appeared to be a consultation room, with a bed, a privacy screen, chairs, a desk, and a sink.

“Okay,” said Amy. “We’ll need to get you prepped. Could you take off your clothes, please?”

Laura felt her heart sink. “My clothes?” she asked. Amy hadn’t even closed the door to the room.

“Those clothes aren’t suitable for the work tonight. You’ll need to take them off.” Amy followed Laura’s gaze to the open door, and rolled her eyes. “I’ll close this, if it helps,” she said, and closed the door.

Laura fidgeted awkwardly. She didn’t know these people, and she didn’t know what was going to happen tonight. Dr Windred had seemed nice, and this place seemed completely legitimate. On the other hand, why did she need to change? She didn’t want to take off her clothes, especially in front of a pretty girl like Amy. (Well, actually, she absolutely DID want to take off her clothes in front of a pretty girl like Amy, but only if Amy was going to do it too. And besides, she was supposed to be faithful to Erica.)

As she thought about, she began to think of many reasons why she might need to change. They might need to measure her fitness, and she’d need to change into exercise clothes. Or they might be conducting a medical examination. Or they might be worried about getting a chemical or something onto Laura’s nice clothes. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a completely reasonable request, if she was going to be taking part in research, to change out of her clothes.

“Okay,” she said. “Just a minute.” She shuffled behind the large privacy screen in the corner of the room, and began to undress. She remvoed her high heels, and her jacket and shirt, and her skirt, and then paused.

“Underwear too?” she called out. “Yes,” replied Amy. Blushing, Laura pulled her panties down her legs, and then unhooked and removed her bra. She was completely naked, in a strange place. She felt vulnerable and embarassed.

She felt even more embarassed when, without warning, Amy walked around the side of the screen and began collecting Laura’s discarded clothes.

“Um…” said Laura. But Amy clearly wasn’t worried about seeing a naked girl. She practically ignored Laura’s nude body, focusing instead on gathering up all of Laura’s outfit and butting it into a medical-looking plastic bag.

“Okay,” she said when she was done. “Now let’s go see Dr Windred.”

What did she mean? She was going to take Laura to Dr Windred naked? She couldn’t do that!

“Don’t I get some other clothes?” she asked. “Or a medical gown?”

“No, you won’t need that,” said Amy. She opened the door of the room, and waited near it. “Come on. After you.”

It was awkward. What was Laura supposed to do? Amy had her clothes, and there was nothing else to cover herself with. She realised now that her phone, wallet and car keys were in the pocket of her jacket. No one knew where she was, and she couldn’t contact anyone. Nothing was going to happen if she just refused to move. She could kick up a fuss, but what if they wouldn’t let her do the research? Her blackmailer would know, surely, and then he’d use that knife on Laura. Or on Erica.

It wasn’t too bad, surely. Amy wasn’t exactly raping Laura with her eyes. And it was pleasantly warm in the Clinic, even nude. Still blushing, Laura made her decision, and quickly walked past Laura into the corridor, unsuccessfully trying to cover her tits, her pussy and her ass with her hands all at the same time.

Dr Windred’s office turned out to be only a couple of doors down. Laura scooted in as soon as Amy opened the door, and took a seat in a lush leather chair. The leather immediately stuck to her bare skin in an unpleasant way. A few moments later, the door opened again and Dr Windred entered. Laura looked around and was grateful to see that Royce was nowhere to be seen.

Dr Windred sat across from Laura, and looked at the nude girl. “That looks much better, Laura,” she said, smiling. “All right, let me tell you what you’ve volunteered for.”

She pulled a file out of her desk, looked at it briefly, and then looked back at Laura. “Here at the Mayim Clinic, we’re a private institute funded by a range of patrons to perform research into a range of medical, psychological, sociological and psychiatric areas. The study you’re signed up for is assigned the name Valkyrie. It’s funded by a coalition of conservative and religious groups, and its main aim is to develop techniques to cure lesbianism and rehabilitate lesbians into pro-social sexual and behavioural patterns.”

Laura blanched. The idea was abhorrent. Lesbianism couldn’t be cured; it was the way she was born. And she didn’t want to be cured, even if it was possible. She felt herself tensing up in the chair, and realised that at least part of her was preparing to flee the office.

Dr Windred laughed. “Oh, don’t get so worried. No one’s ever had success with this, and we’re not expecting to have any either. But we’re funded, so we do the research. I know you’re a lesbian – that’s why you’re suitable for the program – and I know you’re a strong willed woman who’ll fight for your sexuality. Don’t stress about it. Just do the tests, go through the motions, and have a good laugh at the stupid people wasting their money on trying to cure you.”

Laura relaxed a little. It was true – she’d never heard of anyone “curing” lesbianism, and certainly not in someone who didn’t want to be cured.

“You’re going to come here every weeknight, for about two to three hours, at least at first,” Windred continued. “Down the track it’ll be less often, maybe as little as once a week. You’ll be paid weekly for your participation – the money will go into your sponsor’s nominated account, and it’s between you and your sponsor how that’s distributed.”

Sponsor, noted Laura. She assumed that was her blackmailer.

“This week we’re just going to do tests on you and find out your baseline responses to stimuli,” said Windred. “Starting next week, you’ll have specific tasks to do, both at the Clinic and at home. Now, I understand that you’re already in a stable sexual relationship with a woman?”

Laura nodded.

“Well, we recommend you don’t tell her about the testing, at least at first. Women can get upset if they think their lesbian partner is trying to cure her lesbianism, and the kind of stress resulting from that can upset our study. Just tell her you’re working here at the Clinic, or whatever else suits you.”

I’m already way ahead on that, Laura thought wryly.

“All right, now, we’re going to start with this.” Dr Windred stood up and pulled something out of a desk drawer. It was a syringe. Laura felt herself tensing up again.

Dr Windred approached her. “We’re going to be measuring your sexual responses, so this is just a little stimulant to arouse you.” She reached down and cupped Laura’s left breast. Laura didn’t feel okay about this at all, but the recent mention of her “sponsor” had reminded her of the consequences of not going along with this research. And then, before Laura could react further, Dr Windred pushed the syringe into Laura’s tit.

The pain was sudden and surprising. Laura howled and bucked in the chair. But Dr Windred was already pulling the syringe out, now empty.

“There you go, Laura,” she was saying. “You should start to feel a little tingle in your pussy soon. In future you’ll have this drug in pill form, so you can take a couple before leaving home and be in the right mood when you get here. But obviously tonight you couldn’t have known, so we’re just goosing you a little with this shot.”

Windred was right; Laura could feel her groin warming up. She was aware of her nipples hardening, and her twat becoming engorged. What was this stuff? Some kind of Viagra for women? Laura felt her cheeks beginning to redden with arousal. She tried to fight it. She was already naked in front of strange people; did she have to become aroused as well? No one had ever seen her naked and aroused before except for Erica. And now two people were seeing it at once, both of them attractive. The thought of Amy in particular made Laura’s cunt twitch happily, and she slammed her thighs together as tight as they would go to try and make it stop.

Amy stood behind Laura, and put a hand on Laura’s shoulder. Laura tingled at the touch.

“Come with me now, and we’ll get you started.”

Following Amy required another embarrassing trip into the hallway. Once again Laura dashed from room to room, and once again as far as she could tell no one saw her.

The next room was dominated by a large and unusual chair in the middle of the room. It was raised up from the ground on a short pole, so that a person sitting in it would be considerably higher than they would in a normal chair. It was mainly made of moulded plastic, but there were soft cushions in along the backrest and on parts of the seat. A holes were cut out of the bottom seat, and Laura realised uncomfortably that it was in the right position to allow access to the user’s anus. The front of the seat stoppped shorter than that of a normal seat, providing access to the groin, and two separate leg-rests extended away from the chair, that could clearly be swivelled and separated, to spread the sitter’s legs. Each of the leg rests terminated in a cuff, obviously intended to restrain the legs. Similar cuffs featured on each of the arm rests.

Across from the chair, and facing it, one wall was dominated by what appeared to be a cinema-style projection screen.

“Take a seat, Laura,” said Amy. Unhappily, Laura climbed into the chair. It felt odd to be sitting and at the same time have her anus exposed. It reminded her of sitting on a toilet seat, except more comfortable, and – due to the armrests and backrest – somehow more intimate.

As she had feared, once Laura was seated, Amy buckled Laura’s wrists and ankles into the cuffs, securing Laura in the seat. She also reached down towards Laura’s lap, and buckled a hitherto-unnoticed seatbelt-like strap across Laura’s waist, with the result that Laura’s ass and groin were trapped securely against the seat. Laura could feel herself getting worried, tensing up involuntarily. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to go home and kiss Erica, and pretend none of this was happening.

But that choice wasn’t available, even if Laura wasn’t now strapped in. The image of the knife hovered in Laura’s mind. She had to continue on.

Laura’s fears only intensified when Amy walked to a drawer at the side of the room and pulled out two plastic devices. Laura wasn’t an innocent; they were clearly dildos. She started to struggle a little. Amy just said, “Hush,” and knelt on the floor next to the chair. Laura couldn’t see what she was doing down there because of the position she was trapped in, so the next thing she knew was the feeling of a finger at her anuse, smearing something wet and sticky around her asshole.

“What are you doing?” Laura asked, louder than she had intended. She could feel the sphincter of her anus tightening as tight as it would go, trying to protect itself against the finger.

“Hush,” said Amy again. “Don’t worry, it’s just a little bump, it won’t even penetrate.” And with that, she pushed the smaller of the two dildos through the hole in the chair and towards Laura’s ass, before locking it into place through some process that Laura couldn’t see, but which made an audible “click”.

Amy was right; the dildo didn’t penetrate Laura’s ass, for which she was grateful. She’d never enjoyed anal penetration. The device was really only a little bump. It pressed noticeably against the entrance to her ass, and when Laura relaxed against the chair it was just long enough to probe the anal sphincter and force it open a little. It was uncomfortable and strange, but not painful.

The other dildo was a different matter. Amy stood up, and moved to stand in front of Laura. She swung the two leg restraints outwards, spreading Laura’s legs wide open, and she stood betwen Laura’s feet holding the other, larger dildo.

She looked down at Laura’s cunt. “I see you don’t need any lubricant here.” She was right. Much to Laura’s humiliation, her pussy was puffy and wet and pouting. When Amy leaned down and pushed the dildo into Laura’s cunt, it slid right in on the first try. Laura was unable to stop herself making a little slutty moan as it slipped inside her. She heard another “click” as Amy secured the dildo to the chair, locking it in place. Laura was now able to buck her hips a little, back and forth against the dildo, if she tried, but she couldn’t move so as to get it entirely out of her. The dildo had a secondary phlange near its based that lined up vertically with Laura’s pussy slit; the tip of it was textured with little bumps and rested against Laura’s clitoris. It appeared to be spring loaded; even when Laura backed off from the dildo as far as she could go, the flange followed, maintaining pressure against her clit.

There was another “click” as Amy flipped a switch, and suddenly the dildo in Laura’s pussy began to vibrate.

Laura could barely even pay attention to what Amy was doing after that. The drugs she had been given were powerful, and the stimulation in her cunt felt so good. But she was dimly aware of Amy pasting some electrodes onto Laura’s forehead, her breasts, and her groin, and attaching them to some kind of computer or terminal. A part of Laura was telling her that she needed to regain control, to keep her dignity, but that little voice was lost in the tide of pleasure coming from her twat. After a few minutes, Laura was making uncontrollable whore-sounds; a few minutes later she was bucking her hips frantically against the dildo. There was something about this that was exciting her vagina in a way that even sex with Erica didn’t. Was it the exposure? The humiliation? She told herself it must be the drugs, and then a few minutes later she orgasmed.

It took her long minutes to recover from cumming, as her vision unblurred, her breathing slowed, and she was slowly able to start thinking about things other than her cunny. The first thing her eyes settled on as she sobered up was the thing she had missed when she came into the room – the video camera, mounted on a tripod in the corner, pointed right at her. It had a clear view of her face, of her tits, of her splayed cunt. And the little red light on it showed she was recording. A video had just been made of Laura nude, restrained, and orgasming. She would have blushed if her face was not already so flushed from sexual activity. She briefly tried to struggle, but her hands were still restrained. And for that matter, the dildo in her pussy hadn’t stopped humming and vibrating.

Amy was standing right next to Laura, looking down at her. Was it Laura’s imagination, or did Amy look a little flushed herself?

“Why…” started Laura, and had to struggle to control her voice. “Why are you doing this?”

“We’re testing your baseline sexual reactions,” said Amy. “We need to know if you can orgasm – not all girls can, you know – and how fast you orgasm. We want to know what sex does to your heart rate, your body temperature, your breathing. That computer is recording it all. The dildos at your ass and pussy and recording your muscle reactions as well – whenever your cunt squeezes the dildo, it’s logged, and whever your anal sphincter tightens, and whenever you buck against either of them. Plus they can record anal and vaginal temperature, lubrication levels – they’re really very sensitive.”

The vibrator was still pulsing in Laura’s cunt, and she could feel herself starting to slowly work up to another orgasm.

“Please,” she begged. “This is embarassing.”

“Why?” asked Amy. “The only person who’s seeing you is me, and I don’t mind.”

Laura looked at the camera.

“Don’t worry about the camera,” said Amy vaguely.

“Who will see it?” asked Laura.

“Probably no one,” Amy replied.

And then Laura stopped asking questions, because she realised she’d started bucking her hips against the plastic cock again, and the wonderful sensations from that were demanding her attention.

***

They left her strapped to the chair for two hours, and Laura came five times, each orgasm taking longer to reach than the one before. They released her just before her sixth, and Laura was groggy and confused when the vibrator suddenly deactivated and was slipped from her pussy.

“What?” she said. She became aware she was drooling. She didn’t care. “Please….” What was she doing? Please what? Was she begging Amy to let her cum? She shook her head, and swallowed the saliva in her mouth, and tried to clear her mind. She felt Amy unbuckling the ankle restraints, and both the presence and the idea of the attractive girl between her legs was overwhelmingly erotic. She involuntarily bucked her hips again, against a dildo that was no longer there, and felt a little squirt of pussy lubricant squeeze from her cunt. She wanted to clamp her legs around Amy and pull the girl towards her – grab her hair and make the beautiful little tease lick Laura’s sopping wet twat until she orgasmed again.

But she did no such thing. She just waited until her arms were released, and staggered to her feet. She felt exhausted and drained. Amy gave her a cup of water to drink, and she almost dropped it, her muscles were so weak. Her body felt strange and shaky. Laura couldn’t remember the last time she had had so many orgasms in one session of sex. Maybe never?

Amy was looking at her, expectantly. Laura wasn’t sure why. Was there something she was supposed to do? She searched her memory.

“Say thank you,” said Amy.

Laura did it without thinking. “Thank you, Amy,” she said. And then thought – wait, what? What was she thanking Amy for? For tieing her down? For making her orgasm all those times? For recording it? But it was done now, and Amy was showing Laura to a recovery room.

In the end, they let Laura shower, rinsing the sweat and cunt juices off her body, which felt glorious. Then they gave her back her clothes, which felt strange and heavy now after the time spent naked. Finally, Dr Windred met with Laura and gave her a small bottle of pills.

“These are a pill form of the injection I gave you today. I recommend you take two pills about an hour before coming to the Clinic each day; you don’t have to, but otherwise we’ll have to give you the syringe when you get here. Please don’t stimulate yourself in the hour before coming to the Clinic.”

“Stimulate?” asked Laura.

Amy answered. “Don’t play with your pussy. No masturbation, no sex. Just for the hour before getting here. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

Laura agreed that it wouldn’t, and, with gratitude, finally left the clinic.

It was only 9.30 pm when she got home. Erica was still up, so Laura wordlessly dragged her lover from the front door to the bedroom, pushed her down onto their shared queen bed, and fucked her. She 69ed her submissive, sexy girlfriend, mercilessly grinding her over-stimulated cunt into Erica’s face and licking and biting Erica’s cunt so hard that Erica several times moaned in pain. The feeling of Erica moaning into Laura’s cunt was pleasurable, so Laura just hurt Erica more, before cumming not once but twice, and then falling into a deep sleep.

(To be continued…)

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My Goddess fulfilled our contract by giving me my own personal maid.

Goddess has kept me in her employment for almost two years now. My first nine months being her maid. My second three months as her personal maid. And now I have been Goddess’s toilet maid for almost a year.

My senior year in college, I attained employment with Miss Laura as her maid. Miss Laura is 50ish, very rich, very demanding, and also very sexy and beautiful. I cleaned and cooked and did her laundry, etc. The pay rate was much higher than I had expected. My duties revolved around my classes and studying. Miss Laura was very demanding and wanted everything done HER way, but also very understanding.

After graduation, she offered me the position of being her personal maid. I had to sign a contract for this position. Among my duties was bathing Miss Laura, manicures and pedicures, dressing her, waxing her underarms, legs, pussy and anal area, a few other duties, and most importantly…. wiping her ass and pussy thoroughly after she had gone to the bathroom. Or…. As she preferred…. Her Throne room.

I also had to call her Ma’am or Ma’dam. I moved into the adjoining suite next to her extremely lavish suite in her mansion. Mine is very comfortable, but hers is stylish beyond compare.

She would wake me up in the middle of the night occasionally when she needed to use the Throne room to have me wipe her pussy and ass. One night, I missed a little bit of shit on her ass and after being harshly reprimanded, was forced to clean her ass with my tongue.

Unfortunately… I hadn’t read my contact completely. But… It WAS in the contract to do this. I found this out after it was too late.

Fortunately…. I found that I loved being made to do this. Ma’dam’s authorative demeanor exceeded anything she had ever done to me before, and made my pussy wet. The first swipe of my tongue on her dirty asshole convinced me that I absolutely needed to do it on a daily basis. I couldn’t explain why, but my pussy throbbed the first time I tasted her asshole.

Ma’dam made me call her Goddess from that point on. A new contract was signed. My tongue was now her toilet paper. My mouth was available for her toilet anytime at Goddess’s discretion. And I’ve never been happier.

I have wiped her pussy and asshole over a thousand times with my tongue. I have drank gallons of Goddess’s pee and eaten her shit more times than I can count. She has cum many times from my licking her Goddess holes.

I only objected the first time Goddess made me clean her ass with my tongue. Since then, I have even begged to have her use my mouth for her toilet from time to time when she hadn’t used it for a while.

One of the clauses in our contract is that I can have my own personal maid after a year of successfully being Goddess’s toilet maid, and basically, going above and beyond my expected duties.

The anniversary of this event coincides with the Caribbean cruise Goddess has planned. I’m actually a little nervous of someone doing to me what I have been trained to do for my Goddess. Or quite possibly, filling in for me when I am not there to fulfill my duties.

About a week before the cruise, Goddess called me into her suite. I was expecting to be used at the time. Goddess had other plans….

Yes Goddess….

Monica…. Meet Allison… She’s my present to you…..

I stood there dumbfounded. Half in shock, and the other half feeling in awe of Goddess’s appreciative generosity. Goddess was wearing a long red and black almost see through robe. She patted the seat right next to her and had me sit down on the leather couch. When I sat down, Goddess pulled me closer to her.

I was now 24, and this girl barely looked 18. She had the shy, blonde and blue eyes, girl next door type look. She was nude and as I looked her over, I noticed how much her body was similar to my own. Her breasts aren’t too big but they look firm and full. Probably about 34D. Her ass was almost perfect. A cute little ass with a slight bubble to it but very spankable. Her tummy is a little flatter than mine. And her pussy was shaved completely bare.

I could also tell by her demeanor that she was there on her own accord because of a need to be used. My needs to be used were discovered upon accident, but hers have probably festered deep down inside of her for years.

Goddess explained that she had found Allison on a bdsm site. She explained that after a few weeks of discreet communication and a thorough background check, that she was perfect for me.

After two years of learning from my Goddess, I knew that I needed to question Allison myself. I wasn’t sure what to ask, but I knew not to rely on Goddess to do everything for me.

Why are you here Allison…??? I asked.

Allison looked down and answered, Because I want to serve you Mistress.

Mistress….???? You see me as your Mistress… ????

Yes Mistress…… Allison answered, still looking down.

Look at me Allison… I firmly said.

I hadn’t really thought about what to do when this opportunity came, so I had to improvise. Allison looked up at me. She has the most beautiful almost translucent aqua blue eyes.

Do you know my name young lady…???

Yes ma’am…. You are Lady Monica.

Lady Monica….??? I thought. I like that.

Goddess was beaming. She was looking at me like a mother on her daughter’s graduation day.

Yes Allison. I am Lady Monica. Otherwise you will call me Ma’am or…. Mistress under appropriate circumstances. Understand Pet….????

Realizing that I called Allison “Pet” sent a power surging through my body directly to my pussy.

Yes Ma’am. Allison responded.

Have any of your duties been explained to you…??? I didn’t know what Goddess had told her.

I am to bathe you and help you get dressed, shave your legs, give you manicures and pedicures and…. Allison then looked down and said, And wipe your pussy and ass after you get done going to the bathroom….

Look at me when you talk to me…!! I was beginning to talk like Goddess talks to me.

Allison looked into my eyes and said, Yes Ma’am.

Now repeat what you just told me. I told her.

I have to wipe your pussy and ass after you get done going to the bathroom. She repeated while staring at me.

I don’t go to the bathroom…. I use the Throne…! I told Allison firmly.

I could begin to see a dampness forming on Allison’s pussy lips. It reminded me of how much I get turned on while being used by Goddess. I could also feel my pussy getting wetter feeling a need to use this girl for my pleasure.

Describe to me how you are going to wipe my pussy and ass, Pet…??? I asked.

With my tongue Lady Monica. Allison answered matter of factly. I’ll lick your pee from your pussy and anywhere else it splashes. Then I will lick your beautiful Mistress ass clean after you…. You know…..

My pussy throbbed even more upon hearing her answer. I could almost feel her tongue cleaning my asshole.

When you answer my questions, Pet, you need to give me complete answers. I firmly informed her. Explain again how you are going to wipe my Mistress ass.

Allison looked directly into my eyes and said that she will lick my shit from my Mistress ass. Her eyes looked glassy with excitement and her pussy was definitely getting wetter.

Goddess spoke up and told me that Allison will be moving into my quarters and that I will be moving in with her. Goddess then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She has never come close to kissing me or showing any signs of affection.

I looked at Goddess and saw a slight tear in her eye. My love for serving her just elevated to a love for her that I have been keeping to myself for quite a while. I thought that I could feel her love for me too.

Goddess had two contracts. She handed me Allison’s. I began reading it. Everything that was in my last contract was there… Including having to use her tongue to wipe my pussy and ass and making her mouth available for my toilet at my discretion. I was having a hard time keeping my composure, trying to understand that I was shifting from a submissive employee to a dominant employer. I saw that Allison’s tongue was always available for my sexual needs and urges. I could also spank or whip her anytime I choose to. The only thing missing was waxing my pussy and anal area because I had received electrolysis to permanently remove my pubic hair.

Do you understand everything that is expected from you my Pet…??? I asked Allison.

Yes Lady Monica. I understand everything. I could really smell how turned on she was getting.

Do you have permission to be turned on, Pet…???!!! I practically barked at her.

Ma’am….??? Allison questioned.

I can smell your cunt juice. I told her. I think that you want to experience everything in your contract…. Maybe even need to.

Allison’s face appeared to be a little flushed.

Yes Lady Monica… Allison responded in an excited tone.

I was now understanding how Goddess felt when she realized that I was turned on by having to clean her pussy and ass with my tongue. I told Allison to spread her legs a little. I reached between them, slapped her pussy lips a few times and pushed a finger deep inside. Allison moaned. I finger fucked her tight little pussy until I felt satisfied. I then felt her hardened clit and squeezed it hard. I pulled my hand away and licked my fingers clean before resuming my questions. Allison was watching me taste her juices. She appeared as if she was waiting for a compliment.

Goddess had her hand on my thigh, lightly massaging it. I was still feeling a little confused between my submissiveness and my newfound dominance, but I needed to concentrate on Allison’s duties.

I handed the contract to my new Pet and asked her if she had any objections to anything listed on it.

Allison looked at it. She was almost squirming from thinking about doing everything it said. Her eyes were wide open with excitement. Her hips swayed back and forth a little before she responded.

Allison looked into my eyes and said. No Ma’am, Lady Monica. I am very eager to get started.

I asked her if she read all of the fine print. Her smile grew so wide. Yes Lady Monica. She beamed. Her excitement was obvious.

I handed her a pen. She signed it quickly and I signed where it said employer. Even though Goddess paid me quite handsomely, I was wondering how I was going to be able to pay Allison.

Goddess handed me my new contract. I began reading it and tears were forming in my eyes. It said that I was now equal to Laura. No Miss or Ma’am or Ma’dam or even Goddess was required from me anymore. She proclaimed her love for me in no uncertain terms and wanted to be together with me forever. She signed it with her huge signature and there wasn’t any line for me to sign. Only a ❤️ next to her signature.

I turned to look at Laura. She was staring at me in a way I have never seen her look at anyone before. She almost looked nervous waiting for my reaction. I was speechless. Tears were pouring down both of our faces.

I leaned forward and kissed her with complete passion. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. We held each other tight. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her. Her eyes were closed and I could actually feel her love for me.

I looked up to Pet and said, Get on your knees in front of me…!!! I took control right away.

Allison didn’t look away, but dropped down right away. I told her to take my shoes and socks off and suck my toes.. Without hesitation Pet obeyed me. Her mouth sucked my toes with her tongue licking between them.

Laura reached between my legs and massaged my wet pussy through my panties.

Laura took my hand and moved it between her thighs. I felt under her robe and found no panties. Only her wet flowing pussy. She spread her legs wide, almost submissively. Her hand was reaching under my uniform and bra. She massaged my breasts and squeezed my nipples lovingly. We kissed for a while, rubbing our pussies and feeling each other’s bodies.

Allison was watching us while bathing my feet with her tongue and mouth.

I then told Allison to take my panties off and lick my pussy. She licked her way up my legs and thighs before reaching under my ass and pulling them down and off. I spread my legs wide open. Her tongue licked between the lips went straight to my clit.

Allison was attacking my pussy with a willingness and excitement comparable to the way I would lick Goddess’s pussy. My fingers were exploring Laura’s pussy in a way completely different from what I was used to. I didn’t know if Pet had licked another woman’s pussy before, but she was doing a very good job at it.

I had Pet back up and I stood up and stripped. I took Laura’s robe off of her and pushed her legs up and wide open. I got on my knees with my ass pushed towards Allison and commanded her to worship my ass and asshole with her tongue until I told her to stop.

My face burrowed between my lover’s thighs and I couldn’t get enough of her juices on my tongue. I wasn’t worshipping her pussy…. I was making love to it. Allison was tracing her tongue all over my ass cheeks and running her tongue up and down the crack while occasionally probing her tongue deep inside of the hole. I could feel how she wanted to taste every inch of my ass.

Laura held my head tight in her hands, guiding my tongue everywhere she wanted me to lick. She was moaning louder than I had ever heard her before. She was close to cumming almost right away. I could hear her say under her breath, I love you Monica… over and over and over again while she came several times. Each orgasm stronger than the one before.

I could barely feel Pet’s tongue fucking my ass while I was making love to Laura. After Laura was done cumming, I was able to concentrate on the feeling of my new Pet’s tongue. I began thinking about the rush of having her clean my dirty shit hole and drinking my piss. I pushed back against her tongue and told her to clean the inside of my shit hole. The sensations of her tongue swirling around inside of me was driving me crazy.

I felt her push a finger deep inside of my asshole. As good as it felt, I also felt a need to punish my Pet for doing this without permission. I stood up quickly and slapped Allison hard across the face and yelled at her about needing permission for everything. I had Pet turn around on her hands and knees and proceeded to spank her cute little ass until it was turning a dark shade of pink.

I took Laura’s hand and grabbed Allison’s hair and headed to the Throne room. Allison followed quickly while crawling. I kept Pet on her knees and explained how the two Thrones work. How I decide which Throne I want to use and how her place is always under the custom Throne.

I decided to use Pet for my toilet right away. I had her get in place. I acted like I wasn’t sure which Throne to use. The look in Allison’s eyes told me that she was eager to be used for my toilet. Her mouth was open as far as possible. I looked down at her while I slowly lowered my ass on the seat of the custom made Throne. I commanded her to open her mouth further under my pussy. I told her that she is expected to swallow every drop of my piss. If she didn’t, I would spank her pussy. She immediately licked between the lips and pushed her tongue against my pee hole. I leaned over and grabbed her wet pussy lips and squeezed. Pet moaned into my pussy.

Laura walked over and stood in front of me straddling Allison’s body and I began sucking on her erect nipples while I was relaxing enough to begin pissing into my Pet’s mouth. I had a firm grasp on Laura’s ass cheeks. My fingers squeezing the soft flesh while spreading them. Laura was lovingly squeezing my tits and rolling my nipples between her fingers.

Pet was eagerly swallowing every drop she could. Her tongue pushing against my pee hole. I could feel it splashing in her mouth. I pushed harder to see if she could keep up with the flow. I could also feel my shit extending closer to exit my asshole. As my asshole was expanding I could hear Allison moaning in anticipation of tasting it. I know that feeling of desire, watching it pushing out while drinking the salty nectar.

I stopped pushing the turd out. It was sticking out a little while I continued peeing in Pet’s mouth.

I rubbed Laura’s asshole with my middle finger. I put it up to her mouth to lube it with her saliva. She applied quite a bit of spit to it and used her hand to guide it back to her asshole. I slowly pushed it inside. I began fucking her ass while Allison was licking the last few drops of my piss from my cunt.

Laura turned around and offered her asshole to my tongue. I shifted a little so my asshole was over Pet’s mouth. As I pushed my tongue deep inside of Laura, I began slowly pushing my shit into Allison’s mouth. The rush of knowing that my Pet was required to eat all of it was almost making me cum.

I was spreading Laura’s ass as far as I could. My tongue driving deeper. I could feel the tip of her shit on it. The pungent scent and flavor was turning me on. Allison’s tongue was circling my asshole as my shit was filling her willing mouth. I was getting close to cumming from the rush of dominance I was feeling.

I told Laura in a firm voice to push her shit out. I leaned back a little to watch it. I used my thumb to rub Laura’s clit in small circles while watching her shit come out. It felt good not to have to eat it but…. I just kept intently watching it push out.

I broke part of it off and reached between my legs to feed it to Pet. I have a treat for you Pet… I told Allison. She moaned loudly seeing what I had for her. Her mouth accepted it without any command from me.

I then told Allison that this might be the only time she gets to taste Laura’s shit. Her pussy and ass and everything that comes from inside of her belongs to….

I then reached my dirty hand in front of Laura and held it near her face. I surprised myself when I commanded Laura to lick her shit from my fingers and was even more surprised when she began licking my fingers. Her tongue licked between them and she sucked on them too. I dove my own tongue deep into the shit pushing out of her cute little ass. Her shit tasted better than it ever has. I chewed and swallowed every morsel.

I asked Pet if she understood that Laura is my property and without permission she is off limits.

Yes Mistress, she responded.

I was beginning to like hearing Pet say, Yes Mistress.

I made Laura cum again as I made love to her shit hole and rubbed her pussy. I sat there for as long as it took for Pet to clean my ass completely while I dined on Laura’s asshole.

Later I sat next to Laura on the couch as Allison moved my belongings into our suite. I gave Pet my uniforms. When she was done, I told her to take a shower and get dressed and clean and sanitize the Throne.

When you finish, come back in here for further instructions….

Pet answered, Yes Mistress….

Watching Pet’s cute little ass jiggle was giving me thoughts about using a strap on….

I kissed Laura when we were alone and asked her how she knew that she was in love with me and for how long.

I knew that I felt something for you right away, she told me between kisses. Everything else just fell into place. Then she explained that she has been teaching me how to be a Mistress and ruthless in the business world. She tested me on many different levels and I passed each and every one of them with flying colors.

Then she took a deep breath and slowly began telling me that she was just like me when she was in college. She was trained by a ruthless Goddess in the same way. She served as a toilet maid for three years before gaining her Goddess’s complete trust, but didn’t want to wait that long with me.

I was spellbound. I remarked about how she licked her fingers clean after fingering my pussy and asshole. She said that she was actually craving the feelings from long ago.

Laura had inherited the business from her Goddess and expanded it to much more than what she had started with. She now wants me to be her partner and continue with it after she retires or dies. Whichever comes first.

I cried a little while listening to her. I couldn’t comprehend thinking about her dying.

She then got down on one knee. She had a fancy box in her hand. She opened it and it held two matching engagement rings. Then she proposed to me. I started crying from the love I was feeling and immediately said….

Yes… Yes…. God Yes…. I answered without hesitation. Our kiss felt completely natural now.

After more discussion, we agreed that Allison would qualify as community property and that we’ll train her together.

I will be her Mistress and Laura will be her Goddess. She is now our Pet.

After Pet showered and dressed and returned, we told her how things are going to be. She seemed more excited about having to serve two Dommes. We ordered dinner from downstairs and Laura and I dined together with champagne to celebrate and Allison ate in her new quarters….

We’ll have to draw up a new contract for Pet, I reminded Laura. This new one is now obsolete. We’ll probably have to give her a raise too…..

Laura smiled, took my hand in hers, kissed me and said, Yes Mistress…. She then said that I’ll need a new wardrobe.

I kissed her and replied, Yes Goddess….

We made love all night in our king-size bed. We woke Pet up once during the night for Throne duties and began our new life together….

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Mom finds out her daughter had sex at the mall…the perfect opportunity to teach her womenly love.

Something was going on with her daughter Tatum. Mellissa knew it. Ever since she and had picked her up from the mall she seemed distant, and agitated. She had asked her in the car if everything was okay but Tatum just shrugged. She would sort it out when they got home. For now she would just enjoy the quiet. She looked over at her young daughter and felt it again that twinge deep in her cunt, that want she couldn’t allow to flourish. Tatum was a sweet and hot thirteen year old blonde with a body mature beyond her age with C cup tities, though she refused to wear a bra, and a firm bubble butt that drove all the boys at school and secretly some of the girls wild.

Melissa noticed that her daughter was not dressed as she was when she left for school. Yet she knew Tatum often packed a second set of clothes in her back pack for after school, for a trip to the mall. Tatum looked a little like a mall slut with her tiny jean skirt that showed off her tight and tanned thighs and was low enough to reveal her pierced navel. Tatum was also wearing a pink tank that left nothing to the imagination. Like Mellissa, Tatum had big boobs early in life and had the nipples to match; all the women in the family had the same assertive nipples. Which at this point were poking out from Tatum’s tank top.

Sometimes Melissa wished she could shadow her daughter on her frequent trips to the mall in similar attire, to see just what she was up to. She would love to observe the many furtive looks form men and women as her hot little girl passed, wiggling her tight little ass. On the few occasions Tatum allowed Melissa to shop with her, she said nothing when the girl dressed in miniskirts or short shorts that showed off her tight ass and her young slit.

Once in a jean store she saw from a distance a clerk in her thirties help her daughter, The woman suddenly cupped Tatum’s ass as if measuring the firmness and width. Immediately Melissa became wet as Tatum smiled. The woman then slipped her hand between Tatum’s legs and began rubbing her pussy through the tight shorts. I stood there watching as a woman molested my little girl, too busy rubbing my pussy to move.

After a few minutes of attention from the clerk, Tatum leaned on a clothing rack and seemed to cum her thighs twitching and her knees buckling as the woman whispered something in my teen daughter’s ear. I came myself and looked away, unable to look my daughter in the eyes when Tatum met up with me a free pair of jeans in her shopping bag. So Melissa knew her daughter liked girls but didn’t think she had experienced too much of a sexual nature yet, because she hadn’t come to Melissa to discuss it. Tatum discussed every new thing in her life with her mother. Or at least that is what Melissa thought.

When they reached home, Mellissa was tired, from a long day at the office. Tatum seemed to drag herself out of the car into the house and upstairs to the living room, and as she headed upstairs, Mellissa called her back.

“Tatum. Stay. I need to speak with you, “, her 13 year old daughter sank onto the sofa.

“What’s this about mom”, Mellissa said rolling her eyes, “This isn’t going to be another lecture about cleaning my room and picking up my panties is it?”

Melissa smiled. No she had stopped lecturing about picking up panties as she enjoyed picking up her daughters thongs and bikini panties, soiled, even rank and wet with girl cum sometimes. She loved bringing herself to crashing climaxes smelling and tasting her little girl’s panties.

“Now, Tatum. What happened at the mall? And don’t tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl”, Tatum’s eyes took on guilty look, confirming her suspicions.

“Something happened at the mall? What was it baby? ” the girl winced her mother sat beside her on the sofa. Mellissa could see her clamming up.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what happened. Sweet heart…” she watched as her beautiful young daughter fidget, although she noticed that the girl’s nipples had suddenly grown even harder under her tight tank top.

“Well you know I told you I was going to the mall with Tracey, well that wasn’t true. I went to the mall to meet a girl I met on line. She’s like my age, and well we hung out and stuff. So like it was a bit weird but I can handle it.”

Concerned Melissa turned to her daughter and for the first time realized how short her skirt was now riding up her daughter’s thighs revealing the crotch of her panties. Was that sex she could smell on her daughter?

She turned to her daughter. “Are you alright? She didn’t hurt you, did she?” Tatum made a sexy almost lustful grin, but she sobered when she saw her mother’s serious expression.

“No, hurt me, no. But it went farther than I thought it would”, she answered honestly.

“What do you mean farther, farther where?” Mellissa was both disappointed and excited by where this was going.

“Mom, do I have to paint you a picture”, Tatum answered quickly, “we did it okay, I had hot sex with a girl in the mall washroom, is that what you want to hear? Fuck mom you don’t even know me anymore. I like cunt okay?”

Mellissa’s mouth dropped open, suddenly her heart was beating a mile a minute and despite herself she could feel her pussy getting wet. Finally she spoke to her young daughter.

“Tatum, I don’t like the idea of you having sex in a public place, I wish you would have come to me talked to me about what you were about to do. We used to be able to talk about everything. Baby, you have your whole life ahead of you to discover what you like sexually”, Melissa caught her daughter’s eyes and she could see her lovely daughter was about to break into tears. Melissa wrapped her sweet daughter in a close hug. She hugged her mom back hard. Mellissa could feel her daughters warm body and breasts press against her larger ones.

The tears began to flow from Tatum’s beautiful blue eyes and Melissa kissed them away as they rolled down her daughter’s soft cheek.

“Oh baby, baby, next time, you talk to me before you do anything like that. Do you understand me? I could have helped you talk it through. You know I’m always here for you don’t you baby”

“Oh mommy, I’m sorry, I wanted to talk to you but … I just couldn’t,” said her body jerking lightly with each sob against her mother, Tatum pressed her soft mouth into the nape of her mother’s neck. Melissa wondered, if it was a kiss. Encouraged by the sensual touch Melissa let her hands drift under the short skirt and cup her little girl’s firm bubble butt.

“”Umm. Oh sweetie yes we can get through anything together, right?” Mellissa adjusted herself on the edge of the sofa lifting her little girl onto her lab. This time letting one hand fall on her daughter’s upper thigh. Tatum threw her arms around her mother’s neck and pressed her tight little body into her mother’s warm embrace.

“Tatum, do you remember when you when I would spend my summers away from work with you?” Mellissa said softly.

“Uh huh”, she nodded, wondering where this was headed.

“You used to be quite the terror. And when I would spank you would pretend to brush it off and go on doing what you were doing”, Tatum’s eyes grew wide with fear.

“Mom, wait…”

” That rule about always coming to your mom about big decisions still applies? What was that rule?”

“But this is different. I…”

“What was the rule, Tatum?” the girl sighed, then whined out her answer.

“If I did something big without asking you, I would get a spanking”

“Exactly, now go get the hairbrush from my sink, and come back here”, said Melissa suddenly stern.

“But mom that was when I was 10 and 11. I’m older now!”

The look on Mellissa’s face showed that argument could be dangerous. Tatum skulked off to her mother’s bathroom, thinking about why she had to tell her mom, and then remembering how hot she used to get when her mom spanked her. Tatum reached under her skirt, her panties were still damp, and she could feel her juices flowing again.

Mellissa read all the thoughts from her daughter’s expressive face. She almost laughed at the mutiny that was peeking through in all of her child’s actions. Having sex with a strange girl in a mall; it was about time to make Tatum see where she could find the best sex of her young life.

“Sit down, Tatum.” they sat on the couch together, “Look, I’m not doing this because I’m angry, or because I like spanking you, or seeing you cry. I’m doing this, because you have to learn that sex isn’t something to throw away to strangers, you have to talk to someone experienced like your mom.

“But, Mom I told you I will talk to you before I have sex with anyone in the future, but …”

“Sweetheart I’m your mother. When someone else has sex with you without my knowledge that reflects back on me and I have to make sure that I do everything I can to make sure no one else teaches you what I can teach you. Do you understand?”

Tatum wasn’t sure she did. Her mother raised her chin so that their eyes met. Melissa leaned forward and gave her hot young daughter a long sensual kiss slowly slipping her tongue into the warm waiting mouth. Tatum sucked on her mother’s tongue for a long time and moaned.

“You know I love you, right? Do you know I’ve wanted to kiss you like that since you were ten, such a sweet hot little body,” Melissa let her finger tips trace her daughter’s now stiff nipples and pulled on them lightly.”

“Yes, Mom. I know.”

Melissa gave each soft firm nipple a good pinch. Tatum winced and moaned. “I will be your lover and your mother from now on do you understand? Your little cunt is mine.” Melissa’s hand cupped her daughter’s wet little pussy, pulling aside the panties and parting the lips and suddenly jamming her middle finger in.

“Are you mommy’s little slut?”

“Oh, Oh, mommy yes,” said Tatum looking down in disbelief as her mother rapidly finger fucked her tight wet cunt. “Oh I want it mommy, make me your fucking slut!”

“Good. Now stand up and pull down up your skirt and take down your panties too. Let’s go baby.”

Tatum bent over her mother’s lap, acutely aware of the air on her bare bottom. She felt the cool hairbrush resting on her cheeks, and dropped her head. Experience told her (and much more experience than she cared to remember) that this cool feeling wasn’t going to last very long. Experience was right. Mellissa brought the brush down hard on her daughter’s round tanned ass, leaving behind a flaming red mark. Tatum stifled a yell, listening as her mother started into a hot fucking lecture that made Tatum wetter with each blow.

You don’t want to end up a mall slut do you baby, opening your legs to every little hot cunt spank spank spank Look at your pussy, still wet from your cum, did she suck your little clit honey, did she finger fuck you? spank spank Did she tell you how good your little cunt tasted spank spank spank

“Ooooo. Yes, she fucked my cunt good mommy, she did she said my cunt tasted like peaches”.

Mmmm peaches huh spank spank spank do you know how many nights I’ve rubbed my clit thinking of tasting your juicy baby cunt spank spank Do you want me to baby do you want your mommy to tongue your hot little cunt spank

“Oh fuck yes. Please mommy. Owwwwwww. Please taste your little baby’s bald pussy.”

And you won’t let anyone else have it until I say so Whack Your pussy is mine do you understand mommy’s alone Whack Whack

“Yessss. Oh mommy I’m sorry. You are the only one for my pussy… owwwww. I’m sorry Mommy. It won’t happen again. I’ll be… your little slut, my cunt is just for you. Owwww”

Her voice trailed off as her mother brought the brush down on her thighs and lower butt. This was always the hottest part. It felt like she made her think she was going to spank her tender bare cunt, and then she did, two swift taps on a pussy that was already on fire. Tatum kicked her legs, wanting desperately wanting to grind her wet cunt on her mother’s leg. Tatum thrust her hips dragging her pussy across her her mother’s thigh until juices ran over her mother’s leg.

When she saw this change, Mellissa stopped spanking quickly and ran her fingers through her daughter’s long, blonde hair. With her other hand she stroked the girl’s back, whispering “Oh baby, I love your hot little bum, your perfect bubble ass, spread your legs for me show me how wet my spanking made you.”

“Oh, mommy I almost came it was so hot, the way you talked to me like your little slut. Oh mommy see how wet I am for you.”

Melissa peered down and nearly came at the sight of her daughters puffy lipped cunt, lips red from the slight slapping she had given them and her baby’s slit was full of girl juice. Melissa let her fingers part the slick lips to see the hidden pinkness of her little girl’s cunt hole. She slipped a finger into Tatum’s pussy up to the first knuckle. Tatum jerked as if a jolt of lightning coursed through her. Melissa smiled. How long had she waited for this moment?

“Oh my little girl is so red and so wet. I want to have you my way.“Baby get on your knees on the couch get your ass up in the air and don’t look back or you will get more of the brush but I will use the other end up your tight virgin cunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mommy.” Tatum whimpered.

Tatum could hear her mother getting undressed behind her but buried her face into the couch cushion not wanting more punishment, involuntary tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt the cool weight of her mother’s boobs on her ass cheeks, she dragged them up and back over the red hot skin. Tatum closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation of her mother’s tities and nipples soothing her ass.

“Oh mommy that makes my ass feels so good,” hissed Tatum.

“Mommy loves her little slut, now open your legs wider I’m going to nipple fuck you.”

Tatum complied as Melissa guided her long stiff nipple over her daughter’s swollen slick cunt, pressing it as deep as she could into her daughter’s pink cunt hole.

“Oh fuck mommy, so good,” moaned Tatum as she pressed her pussy back into her mother’s large breast.

Melissa worked her other boob and nipple up and down her daughter’s sweet slit. Melissa took her time circling her baby’s clit, so much larger that Melissa might have imagined. She smiled; all the women in her family had large clits at a young age. Once revealed in its entirety the young teen had a stiff clit that protruded from the folds of her perfect cunt. Melissa let her long nipple tease it flipping it back and forth, juices wetting her nipple.

“My slut baby, I want you to lick your own juices from mommy’s nipples. Do it you fucking slut.”

Tatum turned and in an instant took in her mother’s hot body. So often she had fantasized about seeing her this way naked and wanting her. The girl was almost beside herself with excitement as she opened her mouth and sucked hard on her mother’s nipple.

“Oh baby it’s been too long, mommy has wanted your mouth on my nipple since you stopped nursing so long ago. Oh yess that’s it suck hard and flick it with your tongue. “

Tatum knew what to do as she switched to the wettest nipple savoring her own juices as she slurped on and nibbled on her mother’s hot nipple. Melissa reached out and pinched her little girl’s long firm nipples and Tatum squirmed and moaned sending vibrations through her mother’s body.

“Oh baby mommy needs to taste her little girl.” Get your back against the back of the couch and hoist your ass and pussy in the air. Tatum smiled, a long time gymnast she could do a neck stand forever. She got into position as her mother moved behind the couch and looked down on her sweet young baby. They had both gone beyond the point of no return. She wanted it all she wanted to have her little girl’s cum squirt all over her face.

Melissa began kissing her way down her daughters firm tanned thighs, with each new kiss Tatum gave out a mew of anticipation. Melissa could smell her baby’s cunt and she closed her eyes taking in the sweet smell.Letting the scent guide her between her baby’s legs and into her pussy. When her tongue parted her teen daughter’s legs she felt a rush of adrenalin pump through her. This little cunt was hers, from her flesh so raw and wet so young and fresh she slurped up juices with her tongue and moaned at the amazing taste, the mall slut had been right, peaches. Tatum moaned and ground her pussy into her mother’s mouth and tongue.

“Oh mommy yes do me, this is so much better than that mall bitch show me how a real woman lick’s cunt oh mommy make me squirt my cunt juice all over your face. “

Her daughter’s hot words were driving Melissa crazy and she plunged her tongue as far as she could down her little baby’s pink cunt hole. Melissa moaned at the wet heat that met her tongue and moaned her vibrating lips stimulating Tatum’s already sensitive clit.

Melissa jabbed her long tongue into her baby’s cunt again and again, then swirled it up over her lips parting them and slicing over the engorged clit much like her own. The size of it felt so hot for such a young girl, and by Tatum’s shuttering response she knew her clit was as sensitive as her mothers’.

“Oh baby, mommy needs your tongue on my clit and your fingers in my cunt, let’s get into a sixty-nine,”

Instantly Tatum moved on the couch with her head at one end and spread her legs for her mother. “Oh mommy please give me your big wet cunt on my face. I need your pussy so bad. “

Melissa eagerly got into position and lowered her shaved cunt onto her daughter’s mouth watching as her sinewy tongue reached up to flick her clit then suck it into her hot, wet mouth. Melissa gritted her teeth and nearly came right away.She lifted her cunt wanting to make this wonderful sensual experience last.

“Oh baby your tongue feels so good, but I don’t want to come right away, put two fingers in mommy’s cunt and fuck me, like you fucked that mall slut.

Smiling Tatum reached up and twisted two of her fingers into her mommy’s gapping cunt hole. Tatum loved the feel as her mother’s cunt grabbed at her fingers and pulled them in up to the hilt.

“That’s it baby, now fuck your mommy good, put more fingers in there three four, fuck I want all of your fingers in my cunt.”

With each successive this Tatum added another finger. Until all four were sliding in and out of her mother’s cunt making delicious slurps..

“Oh yeah baby, Oh mommy loves your fingers in her cunt…so good my little slut baby. Now suck on mommy’s big clit again suck it in and out of your soft lips and nibble on it with your teeth and I’m going to suck your clit and fuck the shit out of your little pussy.”

The execution was going just as Melissa imagined she moaned loudly at the hot sensations of her daughters tongue and fingers. As she took her little girl’s entire cunt into her mouth sucking hard on the lips pressing her tongues down on the hooded clit. Then she let go and parted the lips with her tongue and let her mouth suck up and down on her daughter’s lovely inheritance a wonderfully stiff and large clit that responded to every flick of her tongue and all consuming suck of her mouth. She slammed her middle finger as far as she could into her little girl’s cunt. She was going to make this perfect little girl feel everything she deserved to feel she was going to make her cum in squirts..

Melissa could feel her cum riding the tin edge of a razor blade and sensed her daughter was oh so close. She knew how to make sure they came together.

“Baby bite on mommy’s stiff clit, nibble it with your perfect white teeth!” Melissa screamed.

As Tatum quickly began placing love bite’s along and on her mother’s engorged clit Melissa did the same to her daughter, the sensation was electric, it was as if Melissa could feel her spine snap as her body writhed in ecstasy and it happened a clear flash of lightning a spray of cum from her mommy’s cunt and soaked her daughter’s face and body. Tatum closed her eyes as the second squirt sparked her own squirt her cunt mashing into her mother’s face sending shots of cum into her hair and all over her body. Each of them quivered several times sending spray after spray of cum until the couch seemed to be a small pool of cum.

Slowly, oh slow slowly the convulsions subsided and Melissa turned on the couch laying in the wetness to hug her beloved daughter and lover. The breathed kissed onto each others faces and slowly lick cum like tears from each other’s cheeks.

When they were able to speak again Melissa slowly asked her daughter, “Do you still have the number of that mall slut that made you cum on her tongue?”

Tatum smiled and nodded.

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I read a similar story years ago and have not been able to find it again so I wrote my own version of it

Heather’s Delimma
by Napoleon Leopold

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4″ high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

Heather left her house and walked across the street to her neighbor’s house. By now night had fallen and it was basically dark other than the occasional street lamp and several illuminated homes on the block. She looked up and down the street to make sure no one was around and after ringing the doorbell, she unbuttoned the overcoat and dropped to her knees, her feet spread so her bottom rested on the ground. Her back was straight while her head was bowed and she looked down. Her hands were folded together behind her back, her wrists at opposite elbows like she was taught.

She waited patiently hoping she would not be discovered by any of the other neighbors. After several minutes she could hear the footsteps of heels on a wooden floor approach the other side of the door. The porch light came flick on and Heather was illuminated against the surrounding darkness of the street. She prayed that no one was around to see her but dared not look around herself. She kept her eyes cast downward, to a spot the feet in front of her as she had been taught.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lock on the door turned and the door opened. She knew Mistress Amanda had pulled the curtin aside the window and saw it was her kneeling there, testing her, but intentionally taking her time opening the door.

“Well, well pussy, are you ready for this evening’s fun and games?”

“Yes Mistress.” Heather answered politely, submissively. Months after Heather’s husband had left her, Amanda had moved into the empty home across the street. Though at that time Heather didn’t know that Amanda had a dark side to her and would exploit her submissive inner core, they had become friends.

Amanda was friendly in an almost older sister kinda of way. This allowed Heather to open up about her struggles of being a lonely single mom. Amanda was that ear to listen and that shoulder to lean on. One evening as the two sat on Amanda’s couch watching a tear jerker movie, Amanda made her move and slowly seduced Heather into a lesbian relationship. Soon after Heather was spending more and more time time over at Amanda’s. It wasn’t long afterwards that Amanda introduced Heather to bondage, taking advantage of the vulnerability of her loneliness and her submissive mind. Now three months later, Heather was nothing more but a sex toy for her a Mistress to use any way she saw fit. Heather loved every minute of it too.

Amanda reached down and clipped a leash to the front of Heather’s collar. “Come along now pussy. Crawl into the house.” She commanded. Heather dropped her hands to the floor and crawled behind Amanda into the house like an obedient dog. Amanda turned, shutting the door and locked it.

“Present.” She said and Heather immediately sat back down on her haunches, back straight, head down and arms folded behind her back, just as she was outside the door. “Get rid of the coat.” Heather pulled the coat off, folded it and placed it neatly on the floor next to her and then resumed her position.

Amanda walked around her slave slowly, studying her. From behind she commanded, “Head up, mouth open.”

Immediately Heather obeyed and was rewarded with a ring gag shoved into her mouth. She hated the ring gag. It forced her mouth to remain open and caused her to drool tremendously. But she also knew why Mistress liked to use it on her as it gave her instant access to Heather’s tongue, willingly or not.
Amanda pulled the straps around Heather’s face and buckled them tightly behind her head. A second set of straps ran from the side of the gag, up along side of her nose to connect to a ring at her forehead where a single strap continue over the crown of her head to connect to the straps buckled behind her head. A third set of straps buckled together under her chin forcing her mouth to hold the wide ring in her mouth tightly. Once all the straps were buckled there was no expelling the ring from her mouth until Mistress removed it. To insure the gag would not be removed without permission, Heather heard the permanent click of the padlock.

“There you go pussy.” Amanda said. She knew that Heather hated to be called that. That it helped humiliate her and kept her in her place. That’s why she continued to call her that. “Now I have a very special guest tonight and you are going to be on your best behavior, otherwise I will punish you like I have never done before. Do you understand pussy?” She asked as she secured a padded leather blindfold across her eyes.

Yes Mistress came out as “ees istess” due to the ring gag in her mouth.

“Very good pussy. Now, crawl.” Amanda ordered as she tugged on Heather’s leash. Unable to see, Heather had to follow Amanda’s lead as she lead her through the house on her hands and knees into her special playroom. Once there, Amanda guided her to where she wanted her and had her sit back on her haunches once again. Taking ahold of her arms, she padlocks her wrists cuffs behind her back.

Heather, submitted to being placed where Amanda wanted her and could sense someone in front of her. Her suspicions were correct when Mistress guided her head forward and Heather found her face planted between another woman’s legs.

“Now pussy, I want you to do your best in pleasing my guest, or you know the consequences. Now get started.”

Heather’s tongue slipped through the ring gag as her mouth pressed against the woman’s sex and she began lapping between the lips of her pussy. The woman moaned and struggled and as Heather went to work on her, she realized the woman was also bound and gaged.

Wanting desperately to please her Mistress, Heather worked her tongue slowly, teasingly into the unknown woman’s pussy. As she did so, she thought the woman’s moans to be more of complaints than pleasure. Maybe she had never had the pleasure of another woman performing cunnilingus on her. Well Heather was going to make sure she definitely enjoyed her first time.

Heather continued to lick away at her pussy, knowing that Amanda was most likely video filming this session as she did most. Heather worked her tongue as deep as she could into the woman’s cunt. She found her clit with her tongued and flicked it constantly. Soon she could tell the moans of complaint were turning into moans of pleasure. The woman’s struggles also subsided and soon she was trying to thrust her hips closer to Heather’s mouth. Sex cream covered her face as she licked faster. The woman’s breathing became rapid through her nostrils and the she was bucking hard in her bonds as she hit a powerful orgasm.

Heather continued to lick as she felt the woman cum. The woman’s body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Finally, what felt like an eternity, she went limp in her bonds and moaned softly as Heather continued on the task given to her until Mistress told her that was enough and pulled her head out off of the woman’s sex.

“That was quite outstanding pussy!” Amanda praised her. “For that you get a reward. You get to meet my special guest whom you pleased very well with your ability to use your tongue.”
Saying that she pulled the blindfold off of Heather’s face.

Heather blinked several times allowing her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light that had been blacked out by the blindfold. She saw the bound form of the woman in front of her and saw that by her slim body, she was younger than herself. She looked upwards and saw the firm breasts of the girl. Over the tops of those breasts she saw the face of the girl. Even with a scold gag covering the bottom part of her face, it was a face that she recognized immediately. Shock and horror overcame her as she looked at the bound girl before her. Her body taunt as her arms were pulled up high above her head, wrists locked into leather cuffs with those attached to the ceiling by a chain. The girls legs were held wide apart by a spreader bar attached to her ankles and secured to the floor. The girl’s pussy dripping with cum from the orgasm she herself was responsible for. Heather was starring into the eyes of her own 17 year old daughter Melissa.

Amanda laughed an evilly as she caught the complete realization on film. “That’s right pussy. Your daughter is also my sex slave. And both of you pussies will serve me, your Mistress, as my sex toys. And you will do everything that I tell you to do. No matter how perverted you may think it is.”

The words and evil laughter echoed in Heather’s mind and tears flowed from her eyes as she knew she and her daughter were now total sex slaves to Mistress Amanda.

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The story continues from Shelly’s point of view.

Shelly is awoken rather rudely, and has to deal with the fallout of her brother’s indiscretion. Jessica’s true motives come under even more doubt as disturbing news is told to the twins.

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Chapter 02
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The Fairy Spring

“Shelly, wake up!”

Shelly jumped out of bed, wondering what was happening. Were they under attack? She’d been having an odd dream about . . . something. She felt it was important, but couldn’t get her sleep fuddled mind to remember.

“What’s going on?” she yelled as she dressed. Mentally she went over all the weapons she could change into if needed, as well as defensive objects. She wanted to be prepared for whatever awaited her outside her room.

“Just get out here,” a familiar voice called. A voice she knew very well, in a tone she dreaded.

“Mom?” she asked as she stepped out. “What’s going on?”

She wasn’t prepared to see the common room of the house she shared with her brother full of people. Their house was small, and it seemed even smaller with everyone in it.

“Your brother ditched me to have fun and do perverted things,” Areth stated. Her fists were on her hips as she fluttered around the room. Shelly had never seen her angry before. When had she shown up?

Shelly’s eyes were drawn to the other person in the room, besides her mother and foolish brother. It was the girl that’d helped them yesterday with the ogres. Or she had set that trap for them. Shelly hadn’t decided yet. What was her brother doing with the woman? Her brother could be so dense sometimes! At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Everyone calm down,” another voice rang through the room. It was Aunt Lysa. She had a hard time controlling air currents around herself in small places, so she was probably staying outside and only projecting her voice. As crowded as the room was, Shelly was glad for the consideration. “Areth, I didn’t bring Sheila here to punish Sheldon.”

“Why not?” the fairy pouted. “It would be a lot more entertaining. Ooh! I know. I can punish him! Please!”

Shelly noticed her idiot brother glance at the fairy in fear. The tiny woman could be quite chaotic, and there was no telling what the fairy might consider as punishment.

“No,” Shelly’s mom said quietly. “There are more important things to discuss.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Eldon.

“Drat!” the fairy kicked open air.

Shelly was confused about everything going on, and was still tired and ornery after being woken up so rudely. “Will someone please tell me why I had to wake up, just to find out my brother was being an jackass?”

“Hey!” Eldon protested. “Thanks for having my back, Shells!” Sarcasm and indignation filled his voice.

“This sounds like a family affair,” Jessica spoke up for the first time since Shelly had come out of her room. “I should go.”

“Stay where you are, girl,” Shelly’s mother commanded. It was odd to see Sheila Lance be domineering. She acted like a completely docile slave around their dad, but when he wasn’t around, she had a way of taking charge.

Jessica obeyed and sat back down. Her eyes dropped to the folded hands in her lap.

“For better or worse, you’re a part of this now,” Lysa’s disembodied voice said. “I know I asked you to watch over him. I didn’t ask you to get into his pants.”

The woman’s cheeks burned bright red, even through her dark complexion.

“What’s the big deal?” Shelly asked. “We’re old enough to be with who we want.”

“Oh, now you have my back,” Eldon muttered.

“Besides,” Shelly added just to spite him, “it’s not like she’s the first woman he’s been with.”

“And there you go again,” her brother shook his head. Shelly noticed that he was looking everywhere, except at Areth or Jessica. Just how far into the act had they been caught? She wondered briefly what form he’d taken to be with her, before deciding she really didn’t want to know.

“That’s not the point,” Lysa said. “He is our father’s son, and has every right to be with who he wants.”

“Thank you!” Eldon said.

“But he shouldn’t have ditched one of his chaperones. Especially not Areth on Earth,” Lysa continued.

Shelly now understood. Areth tended to get herself into trouble when she went to Earth alone. She had too much fun tormenting the mortals—a fairy’s lifespan was infinite, as long as they didn’t get themselves killed. Areth called it entertainment. No one else did. If she had come right back, instead of staying on. . . .

“Wait! You went to Earth?” Shelly demanded of her brother. “What were you thinking? Lysa told us to stay put. Do you still have ogre brain between your ears?”

Shelly saw Jessica mouth the words, “Ogre brain,” in confusion.

“That brings us to the problem,” her mom said. “After you two almost fell into that trap yesterday, Lysa checked into things. It seems visitors to this world have been coming under a lot more attacks lately.”

“Areth,” Lysa spoke up, “I sent you to watch over the twins and protect them. Not to go gallivanting to Earth.”

“But I was bored! And it’s been so long since I got to go there. I was keeping an eye on him,” Areth protested. “I was keeping him out of trouble.”

Jessica snorted for some reason, but didn’t look up. What happened while they were away?

“While my daughter remained unprotected,” Sheila said. Areth blanched away from the heat in her tone.

“If you’d already sent her to watch over him,” Jessica started to ask, “why did you send me too?”

“Because a fairy isn’t the most trustworthy babysitter,” Eldon answered her question.

“I didn’t send her to babysit you,” Lysa said. “But we’re getting far from the point. I think someone is behind these attacks. So far, Shelly and Sheldon are the only ones that a trap was set for. While visitors were attacked, some of them were able to escape. Only with the twins, did the force escalate.”

The Pillar of Air let her words sink in. Someone had targeted them. She looked to Jessica. Had the woman really just happened to be in the area when those other ogres appeared, or had she somehow brought them? She couldn’t read the woman’s expression. But why would she help them, if she was the one to set the trap?

“So, I’m not in trouble?” Eldon asked into the silence.

“You’re in trouble, alright,” their mom told him. “Not only did you leave Areth alone on Earth, but you left your sister unprotected. What would have happened if someone attacked her while you were gone?”

“I can defend myself!” Shelly said, filled with indignation. She’d warded off her brother when he turned into an ogre yesterday, hadn’t she?

She was ignored.

“I want the three of you to see what you can find out about whoever is instigating these attacks,” Lysa said.

“Is that wise?” Shelly asked, giving Jessica a pointed look.

“I think she can be trusted,” Lysa said. “If she’d meant you harm, she would have let the ogres have you.”

“Unless she wants you to think that way,” Shelly said.

“Jessica’s a good person!” Eldon nearly shouted. “She . . . she . . .” His cheeks turned bright red, and he looked down at his lap. No, not his lap, at his crotch.

No, she thought. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t have shown her that! Would he? If she’d seen that, and not gone running, no wonder he was defending her. Oh, Sheldon. You foolish, foolish, man.

Shelly watched as Jessica reached out and grabbed Eldon’s hand. He looked at her gratefully, then at everyone else, and his cheeks burned brighter.

“Anybody who is willing to protect my children, has my gratitude,” Sheila said.

Jessica was winning everyone over to her side, Shelly realized. She was going to have to watch her even closer.

“Okay, then,” Shelly said. She smiled at Jessica, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. “If everyone else says you’re okay, then I’ll accept that. Please forgive me for being so rude.”

“I understand,” Jessica replied. “If I were in your shoes, I’d be worried too. You don’t know me, so naturally you’d be suspicious.” She turned to Sheila then. “But I don’t know about putting my neck on the line for whatever is going on. I saw someone who needed help yesterday, and I helped. It was a split moment decision. You’re asking me to risk myself, for what?”

“You’re right,” Lysa’s voice said. “We don’t know what’s going on, or why. You have no reason to help us in this. If what the twins told me is true, however, we could use your skill. The choice is yours.”

“Please,” Shelly read Eldon’s lips.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica said as she let go of Sheldon’s hand. Shelly thought she heard true regret in her tone. “I like you, Eldon. You seem like a really nice guy, and an amazing . . . .” Her gaze dropped to Eldon’s crotch.

He did show her! Shelly thought. And apparently she didn’t have a problem with the grotesque thing.

“But I’m not willing to risk my life for something like this,” Jessica continued. “You’re connected to some really powerful people, and I prefer to keep my head down. I’m sorry.”

Shelly watched as her brother’s heart broke. If she hadn’t liked Jessica before, she loathed the woman now. But she was conflicted at the same time. If Jessica really had been the one to set the trap, wouldn’t it be in her best interest to be a part of the investigation? Or did she have something more nefarious in mind?

“Please leave,” Shelly found herself saying as she pointed to the door. Her tone was incongruous with her words, but she didn’t care. She wanted Jessica out of her house.

“I understand,” Jessica said. She stood up and gave one more apologetic look to Eldon. Then she turned and walked out.

“You could have been nicer to her, dear,” her mom chided her softly.

“Look at Eldon’s face and tell me that again,” Shelly growled at her mother. Sheila looked at her son, then back to Shelly and shook her head. Eldon just stared at the door. This wasn’t the first time his heart had been broken, and she knew he would get over it. The best thing to do, would be to find another girl for him.

“Well, it’s not ideal,” Lysa said, “But I guess I’ll have to rely on you two. At least I know you will always have each other’s backs. Let’s try to figure out how to find whoever is causing these attacks.”

“I could help!” Areth piped up. The tiny woman bounced around the room in her excitement, waiving her arms.

“No!” Shelly and Eldon said at the same time.

* * * *

“We’ve already tried this plan,” Shelly complained. She had transformed herself into a large backpack, and was resting against her brother’s back. He was wearing a baseball cap, and a bright shirt that read, ‘I <3 magic.’ He was using someone else’s form, and they had just come through one of the portals the normal humans used to visit the Shadow World.

“If you’ve got any better ideas, then let’s hear it,” Eldon snapped at her. “Otherwise shut up and act like a backpack.”

His words stung her, but she understood where they were coming from. He still hadn’t forgiven her for driving Jessica away a week ago. Shelly had tried to get him to go to a club, or to meet someone else, but he refused to listen to her. She was starting to get desperate and had hatched a plan.

Hopefully it wouldn’t backfire.

“Excuse me,” someone asked Eldon. He turned to look at the woman. Shelly adjusted where her eyes were. Well, not her real eyes, but rather what part of her she was looking through. When she took the form of an inanimate object, she was capable of looking in multiple directions at once. That’s why she was so good at watching her brother’s back. “Could you help me? This is my first time coming here.”

The woman was attractive, with long blonde hair pulled through the back of a red baseball cap. She stood almost as tall as Sheldon was in this form, which was only slightly smaller than his true form. Shelly didn’t recognize her.

“Sure,” Eldon said, his voice tired. “I’m not from around here, but I know a thing or two about this place.” Shelly winced as he spoke. He sounded like he was rehearsing his lie, instead of believing it. There was no emotion in his voice. They were trying to act as tourists. They needed to see if they could trigger an attack, but after a week of trying, there had been nothing. No tourists had been attacked in the last week, at all.

“I understand there is a beautiful beach between the Earth and Water areas. Do you know how I can get there? My name is Gloria, by the way. Nice to meet you,” the woman held out her hand.

Eldon looked confused for a moment as he shook her hand. “You came through the wrong portal, if that’s where you wanted to go,” he told her. “Right now we’re closer to the border between Earth and Fire. It’ll take you days to travel there by normal means.”

“Damn it!” the woman stomped her foot. “Now I don’t have an excuse to wear this bikini I got. What am I going to do?”

“Offer to take her for a tour,” Shelly whispered to her brother.

He shrugged his shoulders in a way that told her to be quiet.

“I have plans, or I’d offer to show you around,” Eldon told her. He turned to walk away.

Shelly saw confusion in the girl’s eyes. She really hadn’t expected to be dismissed like that.

“Well, would you mind if I tagged along anyway?” she asked.

“Say yes,” Shelly whispered to him. “She wants to spend time with you.”

“It might be dangerous,” he whispered back. Then a moment later, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

He sighed, and turned to face the woman. “You can drop the act,” he told her. “I know what you are. Did my sister put you up to this?”

Her blue eyes opened in shock for a moment, before she started laughing. “What gave me away? I thought I played the part of the lost girl just right.”

“You did,” he told her. “But Gloria is a pretty old name. Not many people are called that these days. At least, not as young as you appear to be. The real tip-off was when I shook your hand, though. That’s when I knew you were a succubus. You’ll want to ply your trade with someone else. Just be careful not to take too much from them. I’m not really human, anyway.”

“But maybe I really wanted to meet you, Eldon.” Shelly felt him stiffen as she used his name. He hadn’t given it to her, and Shelly knew that he was trying to figure out how she knew it was him. He wasn’t in his true form, and every time they’d attempted this, he’d taken on a new persona.

“Shelly!” he growled. “What are you playing at?”

Darn it! He figured it out. Shelly changed back into her true form and stepped away from him. “All you’ve done for the past week is mope about,” she complained. “Can you blame me for trying to get you to move on?”

“But a succubus?” he demanded.

“Eldon, don’t be rude. She’s right there.”

“It’s okay, Shelly. I’m not ashamed of what I am,” Gloria said.

“She came highly recommended by Angela,” Shelly said. “And you really could use the release.”

“Angela? When did you have time to talk to—nevermind! Haven’t you caused enough stress in my love life lately?” He turned back to face Gloria, “I’m sorry she wasted your time. You don’t have to stick around. I’m going home. This mission was a bust, anyway.”

“It wasn’t a waste of time,” Gloria said. “Really. I’ve always wanted to meet you. The Pillar of Fire just gave me an excuse.”

“Why, because I’m Lyden’s son?” he snapped at her.

“No,” she laughed, her voice coming out in musical tones. “Because you’re Sheldon Lance. Already your prowess as a fighter has made a name in this world. The Pillar of Fire speaks highly of you. She once told me that if she had any children of her own, she hoped they would be as strong as you are.”

Shelly could see that Eldon was taken aback by the praise. He really hadn’t expected to hear that about their step-mom. Even Shelly was surprised. Angela rarely spoke of her feelings, much less anything to do with her husband’s children. It was whispered that she was jealous of the wives of Lyden Snow that he’d been willing to have children with. Especially Sheila and Brooke.

“I couldn’t do it without my sister,” he told Gloria.

Shelly was surprised to hear her brother include her in the praise. Maybe he wasn’t as mad at her as she thought.

“Yes, I’ve heard you two are quite the pair,” Gloria continued. “Listen, I understand that you’re going through a rough patch, but I would really like to get to know you better. This plan to seduce you was foolish, and I’m sorry about that. Can we start over?”

Sheldon looked at her curiously for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Sheldon. Nice to meet you.”

Gloria giggled as she took his hand. “Hi Sheldon. I’m a succubus named Gloria. I’m so glad I finally got the chance to meet you. Would you like to go out for some drinks? I know this great place in Gaia’s city where they serve the best wine. But don’t let me drink too much, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions!”

Eldon glanced at Shelly. “Go ahead,” she told her brother, trying not to smile. “I can get home on my own.”

“Are you sure?” Sheldon asked her. “I don’t want mom getting mad at me again.” She could tell that he actually wanted to go. It was the first sign of life she’d seen in him for a week.

“Go!” she laughed. She took a moment to change into a giant bear trap, and then back again to show she could handle herself. “Just don’t do anything foolish!”

He rolled his eyes at her before turning to face Gloria. “Shall we?” he offered the succubus his arm. “My chariot is just over here.”

Shelly watched them walk away, with a smile on her face. Her brother was going to be just fine. He was even starting to act like his cocky self again. A roc flew down from the sky to his call and picked them up. There were a few other visitors that had come through at the same time they had, though they’d separated after coming through the portal. Most of them gaped as the massive bird dropped to the ground. Ancient legends said that rocs were big enough to carry away an elephant. The truth was they were big enough to carry away an elephant in each claw.

Shelly decided to walk for a while before calling for her bird. It was seldom that she had time alone, and she decided to enjoy it. Besides, if Eldon hit it off well enough with Gloria, he’d want the house to himself.

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“Help!” someone screamed, pulling Shelly from her thoughts. She’d been walking for about an hour, when she heard the scream.

She was in a hilly area of Gaia’s domain, and started running. Had a visitor been attacked after all? If so, she wasn’t equipped to take out whatever was causing the problem on her own.

She rounded the bend of a hill, and stared in confusion. “No way,” she muttered to herself. “It couldn’t be.”

But there was no denying what was before her. Jessica was being attacked by a myrmidon. She slashed at it with one of her daggers, but the creature made up entirely of red ants only laughed at her. The thing looked human in shape, except for two large mandibles sticking out of its mouth. As Shelly watched, the monster opened its maw. It began to glow a split moment before a gout of flame bellowed out of it.

Jessica blurred as she tried to dodge it, but some of it caught her left calf, and she went down. Shelly could see that the burn was bad, and she wasn’t getting back onto that leg anytime soon. The next attack would take her out.

“Son of a, mother trucking, piece of, DANG it!” Shelly swore as bad as she ever did. She ran for the prostrate woman, trying to think of what she could become to fight off the monster. From what she knew, only magical weapons and water could kill them. She was magical, but not enough to take out one of them. And of course, there was no water here.

“I’d better not regret this,” she muttered as she dove for Jessica. She changed shape in midair, and landed with a clang on top of the woman.

Just in time, too. Searing hot fire washed over Shelly as the myrmidon blew its flame at her. Her metal surface heated up, but it wasn’t enough to melt her. Only make her uncomfortable.

“What the. . . .” Jessica muttered, likely shocked to find a large metal kite shield over her.

“I hope you have some way of defeating that thing,” Shelly told the woman, “because I don’t.”

“Shelly?” Jessica asked, then shook her head. “Nevermind. If you can keep it off me, I can get rid of it. The thing attacked out of the blue. I didn’t have time to defend myself properly.”

“Less talking, more fighting,” Shelly scolded as the ant monster blew a second gout of flame across her metal surface. The heat was starting to move beyond uncomfortable and into pain territory.

“Right!” Jessica said. “Just protect me, and move when I tell you to.” She closed her eyes, and Shelly recognized the chanting sounds of magic being prepared. Normally only humans used magic in this way, but apparently whatever Jessica was, she used it too. Shelly knew the woman wasn’t human. No human could move as fast as she could.

“Any time now,” Shelly groaned as sweat broke out on her surface. No, that wasn’t sweat! She was starting to melt.

“Now,” Jessica said. Shelly didn’t wait another moment, before shrinking down. Jessica let go of the spell she’d prepared. A column of water sprang from her hands, slamming into the force of fire, and drove it back.

Shelly heard the Myrmidon growl as he tried to push his attack. Jessica grunted as the flame moved closer to her, but she rallied her strength and the water pushed back at the myrmidon.

Unfortunately for the monster, it had to breathe to perform its attack. As soon as it ran out of breath, the water swamped over the monster. Shelly heard it sizzle and scream as it died.

“Thank you,” Jessica groaned. Shelly watched her eyes roll up into her head as she passed out. Agony coursed its way across her back, and Shelly soon followed the other woman into oblivion.

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Something changed in Shelly, bringing her awake. Her back felt numb. There was no pain. There was no sensation at all.

“What. . . ?” she groaned, opening her eyes. She was lying on her stomach and could hear someone singsong chanting over her. Someone was casting a spell on her!

Panic drove her muscles to do what they’d been too weak to do a moment before, as she shoved herself away from . . . “Jessica?” She was on her knees, hands held out in front of her.

“I’m trying to heal your back,” the tanned woman said, her voice weak and strained. “You were badly burned. When I woke up, you were groaning, and your pulse was weak. I—“ she paused and tipped forward, catching herself before she hit the ground with one hand.

Shelly remembered the searing pain of the Myrmidon’s fire pouring across her metal back. She also remembered melting. Her back was still numb. She reached behind her and felt bare skin. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked.

“Sorry,” Jessica murmured. “What’s left of your clothes are right there. I needed to know how bad the burns were, and quite frankly, there isn’t enough left to be worn anyway.”

Shelly looked to the pile of burnt rags, and had to agree with Jessica. If that was the remains of her clothing, how bad had her burns been?

“Why would you heal me?” Shelly asked, still suspicious of the other woman.

Jessica actually laughed. There was no mirth in it, just bitter recrimination.

“You saved my life. I don’t care what you think of me, but that means something in my book.”

Shelly’s cheek burned in shame. She had treated this woman with nothing but scorn and suspicion. When she could have walked away and left her alone, she’d spent her last remaining strength trying to heal her. She’d been wrong about Jessica from the start.

“How’s your leg?” Shelly asked, in way of an apology. Words wouldn’t make up for how she’d acted, but maybe actions could.

“Hurts like hell when I think about it,” Jessica grimaced.

“Why don’t you heal it, and I’ll get us out of here?” Shelly asked. She could call her roc at any time.

“I can’t,” Jessica gasped. “I can only heal others with my magic. It works by transferring healing energy from the caster to the wounded, allowing that person to recover. I can’t transfer it from myself, to myself.”

“Are you telling me that, because you healed me, you’ll recover slower?” Shelly demanded. “Why would you do that?”

“You saved my life!” Jessica gasped. “I owed you that, at least.

“Is there no way to heal you then? I’m afraid I don’t know how to use that kind of magic,” Shelly told her. She was beginning to feel like the worst sort of person. She was going to have to change the way she treated Jessica.

When Jessica didn’t answer the question right away, Shelly looked up to meet her eyes. She was trying to decide something, Shelly saw in her gaze.

“No,” Jessica said after a few uncomfortable seconds. “There’s no way.”

Shelly didn’t have to read minds to know that was a lie. “You don’t want to tell me what it is, do you?” Shelly sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I know I’ve treated you poorly. Okay, less than poorly. I’ve been a royal bitch. All you’ve done is try to help, and I suspected you of being a bad person. If there is a way to heal you, please let me know. As long as I don’t have to slay a dragon right now, I think I’m willing to try.”

Jessica chuckled. This time there was some mirth in it. “You think you’re willing to try? You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Try me,” Shelly told her, feeling sure of herself. She had a lot of making up to do for this woman.

Jessica regarded her in silence for a few moments, before shaking her head. “You’re not going to like it.” Shelly just stared at her, waiting. “Fine,” she sighed after a few more seconds ticked by. “Sex. Sex is the only way for me to heal, short of finding another healer. I’m sorry, but we’ll just have to go find a healer. I can last that long.”

“Are you a succubus?” Shelly asked. She’d meant it as an innocent question, but Jessica glared at her.

“I am not!” she nearly shouted.

“Okay, sorry,” Shelly quickly offered. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just curious. I don’t have any problems with them. In fact, I know a few and am good friends with—“

“Well I’m not, okay? Please, just drop it?” Jessica pleaded with her, cutting Shelly off.

Shelly nodded, and then got to her feet. Her back still felt numb and too smooth to be normal skin. She couldn’t see her hind side, and was afraid of what she might see if she did.

“Would it finish healing me as well, without taking any more from you?” she asked.

“I can work it that way,” Jessica said. “But don’t worry about it. Your brother mentioned you had a couple rocs at your disposal. If you’d be willing to take me to a healer, I can be out of your hair.”

“I’ve got another idea,” she told Jessica. “If I support you, do you think you could walk?”

“I don’t think either of us are in a position to walk,” Jessica told her.

“I know this area,” Shelly replied. “Just around that hill is a natural spring that fairies like to play in. I’m certain it can help us both. The fairies have made it magical. Well, that, or the spring was magical to begin with, and so the fairies like it.”

“Can’t you call your roc to get us there?” Jessica asked. She pulled her wounded leg around, and Shelly saw how bad it was. The flame had cauterized it, even as it burned away the flesh and much of the meat around her foot.

“They get pretty upset when I have them take me such short distances,” Shelly replied. “Please, let me help you. We’ll get to the spring and get you walking on your own in no time.

Jessica tried to protest again, but Shelly refused to hear it. She was weaker than she thought, but she forced it away as she got under Jessica, and they started walking.

“How’s Eldon?” Jessica asked.

Shelly didn’t know how to answer at first. She didn’t want to tell this woman that he’d done nothing but mope about after she’d left, but she didn’t want to lie to her again either.

“He misses you,” Shelly said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Jessica said, then grunted when her injured leg bumped against Shelly’s naked calf. “He knew me for less than an hour.”

“Well, you seem to have made an impression on him,” Shelly admitted. She closed her mouth so she wouldn’t give anymore away. Eldon would never forgive her if she made him out to seem weak and hopeless over a girl he barely knew. “Here we are.”

A large evergreen tree stood proud on the inside curve of a water-filled crescent shaped depression. At their approach, fairies went zinging off in all directions. They really were a nervous group. Areth was the only one Shelly knew of that didn’t act that way, but she was a special case. No one could ever steal her maidenhead and make her a prisoner to them.

“This will heal me?” Jessica asked, doubt in her voice.

“It’ll help,” Shelly told her. “You’re going to want to get all the way in, though. We should strip these clothes off you, before we get in.”

Jessica still looked skeptical, but she let Shelly remove her clothing. Shelly dove in first, and came up gasping in delight at how the warm water felt on her naked body.

Jessica slipped in more carefully, but dunked her head completely under.

“I should have warned you,” Shelly said as Jessica’s head cleared the surface. “Don’t drink the water.”

“What?” Jessica asked, trying to spit out what was already in her mouth. “Why?”

“You know about the Fountain of Youth?” Shelly asked, trying to keep her face straight.

“I thought that was a myth!” Jessica exclaimed.

“As far as I know, it is,” Shelly said, and couldn’t hold back any longer. She burst out laughing, until Jessica started splashing her.

“I didn’t think you knew how to make a joke!” Jessica stated when they tried to catch their breaths.

“I only joke around with those I want to consider as a friend,” Shelly said back solemnly. “I’m truly sorry for the way I treated you. Forgive me?”

“You saved my life back there,” Jessica said. “Of course I do.”

“You’ve saved mine twice,” Shelly replied.

“But the second time wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t tried to save mine.”

“Look, we can argue about that until we’re blue in the face, or we can work on getting you healed,” Shelly said.

“I thought this spring was supposed to heal me,” Jessica said. “My leg isn’t throbbing as much, but I don’t think it’s healing me.”

Shelly swam over to where the roots of the large tree dove down into the water, and retrieved a small bag.

“This should help both of us,” Shelly said.

“What is it?” Jessica asked. “Some kind of magical wand of healing, or soothing balm?”

“No,” Shelly said with a smile. “It’s soap.”

“Magical healing soap?” Jessica asked, arching one eyebrow. Shelly had to admit she was an attractive woman.

“Nope. Regular soap.” Shelly wrinkled her nose for effect. “And you stink.”

Jessica laughed as she bobbed in the water. “That can happen when you fight for your life, then have to hobble around a hill to get to a hidden spring.”

“Turn around and I’ll wash your back,” Shelly told her. Jessica swam to the side and held on as Shelly lathered up her hands. This was a spot Shelly only came to when she wanted to relax. It was peaceful, when the fairies stayed away, and secluded on all sides by hills.

She left the soap in her hands, enjoying its fragrant scent, and gently scrubbed the other woman’s back. Jessica had smooth skin, but Shelly could feel firm muscle underneath. She was tempted to ask what the other woman was, but didn’t want to be rude.

“That feels good,” Jessica said as Shelly worked on a knot in her back.

“Hop up onto this rock, and I’ll get your legs,” Shelly told her.

“If this is the treatment I get after risking my life, I ought to do it more often,” Jessica joked.

“This isn’t because of what you did for me,” Shelly told her solemnly as she washed one shapely calf. “I’m doing this because I owe you.”

“Mmm, I hate to argue while you’re doing that, but you owe me nothing,” Jessica crooned as Shelly dug her knuckles into her good leg.

“I owe you for the way I treated you,” Shelly had to force the words out. She didn’t usually apologize; she so rarely had any reason to. “You saved my brother, and I treated you like the enemy. And then the next morning, I treated you even worse.”

“I understand. You look after him, don’t you? How is your brother?” Jessica asked again as Shelly started massaging her thighs.

Hopefully knocking the bottom out of Gloria, Shelly thought. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her brother with Jessica, but that he needed to get over his infatuation with a girl he’d just met. “He’s doing fine,” she lied.

“That’s good,” Jessica said. For some reason she had on a slight frown. Shelly figured it was because of her damaged left leg, and decided to speed things up. “What are you doing?” Jessica demanded as Shelly placed her hand on the wounded woman’s crotch.

“Trying to heal you,” Shelly told her. “Now that we’re cleaned up, I figured—“

“Figured I’d just lie down with you?” Jessica interrupted. “I accept your apology, but you don’t have to do that.”

Shelly’s gray eyes met Jessica’s blue orbs for a moment as she considered. “You’re a beautiful woman,” she said after a moment. “Both of us could use the healing, though you more than me. I really don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind?” Jessica demanded, anger lacing her voice. “I’m not a piece of meat that fucks anything on two legs, just because I don’t mind.”

Shelly flinched at the other woman’s expletive. Like her father, she didn’t find much use in swearing.

“I misspoke,” Shelly tried to soothe her. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t spread my legs for just anyone either. This is a special case, though. I didn’t want you to think that I would have a problem being with a woman. That’s what I meant by, ‘I don’t mind.’ I’m bisexual.”

She really is beautiful, Shelly thought. No wonder Sheldon fell for her. Especially if he saw those breasts. He always was a tit man. And look how hard her nipples are. Those breasts actually made Shelly a tad jealous, though she’d never admit it.

“Who said I swing both ways?” Jessica asked, arching one dark eyebrow.

Shelly blinked in confusion. “I didn’t even think of that,” she mumbled. “I just thought. . . . I mean, the way you talked earlier. . . .” Shelly pulled away from the edge of the pool, but Jessica reached out and grabbed her hand.

“I’m into girls too, but I prefer cock,” Jessica told her. She heaved a sigh, doing wonders for that awesome chest of hers, and then grinned ruefully. “Seeing as there’s no cock here—unless you can convince one of those male fairies to join us? No?—and you are quite beautiful as well. As long as you don’t think this makes us a couple, I would like to get this leg healed up.”

“Deal,” Shelly told her. “Now scoot over here to the edge. That’s good. Just lie back and let me take care of you first.”

As Jessica followed Shelly’s directions, Lyden’s daughter moved between the other’s legs, careful of the damaged calf. Jessica’s crotch was well trimmed, a small patch of black hair in the shape of a small heart sat a couple inches above the moist cleft.

Shelly knew what she liked to have done to her, and slowly licked her way up one smooth thigh, until she got to the outer labia. She used her teeth, and gently nibbled on the soft flesh. Shelly slipped her tongue out and tasted her for the first time. With the tip of her tongue, she started at the bottom of the slit and teased her way up to the top, stopping short of the sensitive nub. She returned to the bottom and repeated the process, applying a bit more pressure. She still avoided the clit, and did it again. After a couple minutes of slowly applying more pressure, Shelly felt Jessica’s fingers dig into her hair, as she forced her mouth against the woman’s slit. Shelly knew this was the moment to strike.

She sucked hard on Jessica’s clitoris, flicking her tongue across it and was rewarded a moment later as her chin was soaked and Jessica cried out in passion. Sensation returned to the dead nerve endings in Shelly’s back. At first she felt pain as everything came alive, but that soon subsided and everything felt normal again.

She backed away from the other woman, a smile on her face. As she moved, she noticed that Jessica’s leg was healed as well. Shelly stared at it, uncomprehending. Despite Jessica claiming she wasn’t a succubus, she still had some doubts. But in order for a succubus to be healed or to gain energy, they have to get someone else off. It doesn’t work if only they reach an orgasm. That was part of the reason she’d wanted to please Jessica first. If she was a succubus, it would have become apparent, but that didn’t happen. Now she was even more confused than she had been before.

“How?” Shelly asked, unsure how to phrase the question.

“I told you, I can heal through sex,” Jessica told her.

“Yes, but I figured it was like—“ she paused for a moment. She didn’t want to piss the woman off by calling her a succubus again. “Like how it worked for my dad. He healed others when he got off, but that didn’t heal him. He had to get his partner off to heal himself.” Talking about her father like that made her uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how else to bring it up and not piss off Jessica.

“I’m not sure,” Jessica replied. “That’s just the way it’s always worked for me. If either my partner or I reach orgasm, we both recover. Of course, I don’t often get injured, and I’m not a slut, so I don’t have a lot of experience with it.”

“I’m not going to complain,” Shelly said, knowing her next words would sound like she was, “but couldn’t you have just masturbated and healed yourself?”

“Ha! I wish!” Jessica laughed. “If that worked, I’d spend all day, every day, locked up in a room and never come out. I can’t get myself off. Doesn’t matter how hard I try, or how horny I get, I can’t do it by myself.”

“That has to suck!” Shelly felt for her. Shelly wasn’t one to be horny all the time like her brother seemed to be, but there were times when she needed a little satisfaction. She knew she was attractive, but she didn’t chase after any boyfriends or girlfriends. Her life was too hectic to put someone else through that.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I haven’t had an orgasm for quite some time. I was already getting a bit desperate when I saw your brother fighting those ogres. Then we were interrupted before he could return the favor to me that night.” Jessica sighed with a satisfied grin. “You’re quite talented, too. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time!”

Shelly didn’t want to think about what Jessica and her brother had been doing. She still felt good about the compliment. She was also soaking wet between her legs, not counting the water she was in.

“I’m glad I could help,” Shelly said. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to finish herself off. Jessica seemed perfectly happy to bask in the aftereffects of her own climax.

“Help?” Jessica asked. “Oh, you more than helped! But now I think it’s your turn.” Jessica slid over on the rocky outcrop she was sitting on, and patted next to her. “I can’t wait to get a taste of you and see if I can make you feel half as good as you made me feel.”

Shelly couldn’t help but blush at all the compliments she was getting. Jessica was a knockout, and had one of the best bodies she’d ever seen, especially with her dark coloring. Shelly knew she was hot, but felt a bit intimidated by Jessica. Except that she kept complimenting Shelly.

With a glow in her cheeks, Shelly pulled herself out of the water. Before she could get comfortable, Jessica grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Caught by surprise and pulled off balance, Shelly fell on top of Jessica. She recovered in no time, and returned the kiss. Their tongues met, and then curved around each other as Shelly felt Jessica release her head with one hand, only to grope her right breast a moment later. Shelly enjoyed having her chest played with, especially the sensitive nipples. She moaned as Jessica’s thumb rubbed circles around the areola.

She had to break the kiss to gasp for air. Jessica used that moment to kiss along her cheek, down her jaw, tickle across her neck and to her chest. Jessica nudged her body slightly, and Shelly rolled onto her back. The dark skinned woman’s lips never left Shelly’s goose-bump flecked skin, and as she got comfortable, another moan escaped her as Jessica’s tongue twirled around her left nipple. She almost had a small orgasm when she felt teeth brush against the nub at the tip of her breast.

“You like when I play with your breasts, don’t you?” Jessica asked her.

“Yes,” Shelly gasped. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down her crack. Jessica had let go of her right breast and Shelly could feel her fingers tracing up her inner thigh.

“Mmm, I like it too. You have great tits. But there’s somewhere else I think you want my mouth.” As she spoke, she placed her open hand against Shelly’s soaked pussy, making her shudder with desire. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you. You’re already so wet.”

“Yes,” Shelly moaned again as she felt a finger brush up against her hole. That finger pulled away too soon. She arched her back to bring it closer, but Jessica wasn’t done teasing her.

Jessica’s body moved down, trailing kisses in her wake, until Shelly could feel the woman’s hot breath on her ready hole. She gasped when she felt a tongue run between her inner and outer labia. She moaned when that same tongue toyed around the edges of her leaking hole. And she cried out in ecstasy when Jessica finally stuck her tongue all the way inside her. Even though the object was small, it felt wonderful as Jessica lapped at her pussy.

Shelly grabbed onto her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers and arching her back again.

“You have the best looking and tasting pussy I’ve ever had,” Jessica said.

Before Shelly could respond, Jessica dropped her head back down. Instead of going for her slit again, she attacked Shelly’s sensitive clit, while slipping two fingers inside.

Shelly’s stomach leapt into her throat as her whole body convulsed. Every inch of her being was filled to overflowing with pure bliss. Jessica kept working on her, but Shelly lost all track of anything other than the pleasure radiating through her body.

When she finally came down from her peak, it took her a moment to catch her breath.

“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” Jessica said. Shelly flushed red as she looked at her lover’s dripping face. She tried to stammer an apology, but Jessica cut her off. “Thank you. I quite enjoyed that!”

This time it was Shelly that pulled Jessica into a kiss. She had no words to say to the other woman, and let actions speak for themselves as those perfect mammaries filled her hands. It would be a while before they left the spring. The watching fairies didn’t mind.

Especially one in particular.

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Alicia is eager to fist her big sister’s pussy know that Zoey has joined the harem!

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Thirteen: Fisting Big Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Vicky Samuels

“Movie time!” giggled my daughter Lee, her small tits bouncing as she plopped herself on Zoey’s lap. My eldest niece, twenty, had a flush face from being finally fucked by Clint. She hugged my daughter, adjusting nicely to our new family dynamic.

Clint had replaced his father as the man of the house. I missed Clinton, but it was nice to have a strong man to serve again. My sister, Cheryl, was happy after six months of grief. Losing our Master and her husband had hit her hard. She loved Clinton more than I did. They had a close relationship, and I was fortunate to be a part of it.

“Come wrap those lush tits about my cock, Aunt Slut,” Clint said, sitting beside Zoey on the couch, his dick thrusting hard before him. He had already recovered from unloading in his older sister’s cunt. The nineteen-year-old was a hunk, quickly turning into the man his father was. Strong, muscular, dominant. Dark hair, chiseled chin, commanding eyes.

“Yes, Master,” I purred, cupping my big tits. They were almost as big as my sister’s and the same size as Zoey’s. My finger dug into my soft, pillowy mounds.

My sister, Cheryl, took Clint’s right side, pulling Pam down on her lap as I walked to her son. Pam, who was on the debate team I coached at the college I taught, shivered. She was an Asian hottie, nineteen with tits as big as my daughter Melody’s. They were round, a pale-olive color, her nipples dark brown. Slanted eyes fluttered as Cheryl’s hands went around her waist. Like his father, Clint had a thing for Asian girls. My sister and I used to compete to bring him the sexiest, Asian girls to fuck. Especially if they were Japanese, Chinese, or Korean.

And since I was a teacher, I had access to sexy, nubile girls, grooming them like I groomed Pam for Clint. So I usually won. Like I had today.

I fell to my knees before Clint, the video playing behind me. The sound was echoey, recorded in the girl’s locker room by Alicia. She captured my youngest daughter Lee shaving her pussy and then masturbating to an orgasm on Clint’s orders. Already, the surrounding girls watching Lee in the video were whispering and saying nasty things about my daughter. The real Lee squirmed with delight, getting off on humiliation and shame.

“Mmm, you love my big tits, Sir?” I asked, wrapping my soft mounds about his hard, thick dick, my nipples rubbing on his firm stomach.

“Yes, I do,” Clint said. He glanced at Pam, his new girlfriend since he couldn’t openly date anyone in the family, and grinned. “She was a wonderful gift.”

“I knew you would love her, Sir,” I moaned, sliding my tits up and down his dick, feeling him throb between my pillowy mounds. Precum leaked out the tip, staining the slopes of my breasts.

I shivered in delight and flicked the tip.

“I promised you a reward,” Clint groaned, shifting, his eyes locked on the TV behind him.

“Jesus, she’s really shaving her bush,” a girl said, hardly more than a whisper through the surround sound system’s speakers. “Your cousin is a freak.”

“I know,” Alicia giggled from the speakers.

“Yes, she is,” the real Alicia said, squirming on Melody’s lap. The pair cuddled on the recliner, Alicia looking even younger than eighteen with her budding breasts and pigtails. Especially compared to the ripe flesh of my nineteen-year-old daughter.

“You are a freak, Lee,” Clint groaned. “Never change. I love humiliating you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Lee moaned.

“Jesus,” Zoey said. “You really shaved your twat before your PE class.”

“And masturbated.” My youngest daughter had such a throaty purr to her voice, squirming more on Zoey’s lap.

She was a daughter after my own heart. Her sister, Melody, had more of her father’s domination in her.

Shivering at how naughty my daughters were, I swirled my tongue around the crown of Clint’s dick when it appeared from between my tits, gathering his salty precum. He groaned, running a hand through my black hair, tightening.

“What do you want for your reward, Aunt Slut?”

My pussy clenched at my nephew’s words. “Today, I bought a vibrator.”

“You have lots of those,” Cheryl said.

“This one is special,” I moaned. “It’s remotely controlled by an app. If you have it installed on your phone, you can turn the vibrator on and off and control its speed.”

Clint smiled. “And you want to wear it in that slutty cunt of yours and have me give you a thrill at school.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Maybe I’ll be in the middle of a lesson and it’ll buzz on. And I can’t let my students know. Oh, please, Sir, that’s the reward I want.”

“You are such a slut, Mom,” laughed Melody.

“She is, big sis,” Alicia said.

“Done,” Clint groaned. “Work those tits, Aunt Slut. I’m going to cum all over your face.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. Heat throbbed from my nipples, sliding up and down his rippling abs, down to my cunt. Juices trickled down my thighs.

I worked my tits faster, his precum lubing the way. I spat a few times, slicking my tits. He groaned, leaning back, watching the screen. Lee moaned, masturbating now while the girls insulted her, calling her such filthy, disgusting names.

Just hearing it sent a surge of maternal pride through me. Lee endured all those words to please her Master. She was such a good slut. I wanted to hug her right now, but my tits were occupied. After I came, then I would tell her how much I love her.

Damn, I was such a perverted mother and a cool aunt.

“Mmm, so my son popped this cherry today,” Cheryl purred.

Pam gasped as my sister’s fingers entered the girl’s pussy. “Yes, Mrs. Elliston.”

“Call me Mommy-slut. Since you’re dating my big, strong son.” The wet sound of her fingers penetrating Pam’s deflowered cunt sent a wave of heat through me.

“And tomorrow, he’s going to meet your mother?”

“Yes, Mrs…Mommy-slut.” Pam squirmed, her tits jiggling. “She’s interviewing him, Melody, and Lee to work at her drugstore.”

My tits slid up and down Clint’s cock, my tongue flailing across his dick’s tip every chance I could. He groaned, his eyes flicking from the screen to his girlfriend squirming in his mom’s embrace. Pam’s face twisted as Cheryl fingered her.

“And you know Clint loves Asian women.” Cheryl licked Pam’s ear. “Is your mother as sexy as you?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“He’s going to want to fuck her. My big, strong son will want to ram his dick into your mother’s cunt. Are you going to help him?”

“I…I…” Pam shuddered. She glanced at Clint, her eyes glossy. “Yes, Mommy-slut. I’ll help him. My mother is so beautiful. Refined and mature. So graceful.”

“Shit,” grunted Clint, his dick throbbing. He reached out, took Pam’s hand, squeezing it.

I sucked on the tip of his dick for a heartbeat.

“And what about your father?” moaned Cheryl. “Is he going to be a problem? Does he work at the drugstore, too?”

“Father’s…not around…” Pam moaned. “Just…me and Mom… Oh, my god! I…I…”

Pam’s tits bounced as her orgasm exploded through her. She arched her head back, leaning on my sister’s shoulder. Her face scrunched, eyes squeezed shut, as her orgasm burst through her body, her legs swinging.

“I’ll help my boyfriend fuck my mom!” Pam screamed. “And my girlfriend, too!”

“And me?” Lee asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Pam gasped, body bucking.

“Shit,” Clint groaned again. And then his dick erupted.

Cum fountained up from my tits and splattered across my face. Hot, thick, incestuous cum coated me. I shivered, my nephew’s dick throbbing each time the jizz surged through his cock to explode into my face. I loved it, mouth open, catching the salty treat. I savored his creamy spunk, so happy I could please my Master.

The last few spurts landed on my tits, rolling about my pillowy flesh. Lines ran to my fingers cupping my breasts. I worked my boobs up his cock one final time, squeezing out a few dribbles of jizz as I rose. I shivered, cum trickling down my cheeks and forehead.

“Lee,” I said, her past self moaning from the TV as she came before her classmates, “I am so proud of you.”

“You are, Mom?” she blinked as I moved to her.

“You obeyed your Master and let your entire school know that you are a nasty slut. God, I love you.”

Tears beaded the corners of my youngest daughter’s eyes. I reached down, hugging her naked, eighteen-year-old body. Her small tits pressed into my cum-stained breasts as I gave her a hard, salty kiss on the mouth. She clung to me, tears falling down her cheeks as our kiss grew hot and naughty, the most unmotherly kiss possible.

My pussy clenched. I was so hot right now. I loved this family.

“Now we get to watch Pam give her first blowjob,” Melody said. “Eager to see it, cupcake?”

Alicia nodded, pigtails bouncing.

I broke the kiss with my daughter. “I know I am. I was wet all day just knowing she sucked your cock like I asked, Sir.”

“It really helped with my confidence,” Pam said, her breasts rising as she came down from her orgasmic high. “Thank you.”

I smiled at her. “You’re welcome, sweetie. It’s my job to coach my debate students and see that they improve. That’s what a good teacher does.”

“And a slutty teacher seduces her students and gives them to her master,” my sister smiled, her bleached-blonde hair framing her gorgeous face.

I grinned back at her as a line a cum ran down past my nose and reached my lips.

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Alicia Elliston

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow,” Clint said, holding Pam. Melody was with him, the pair embracing their girlfriend as they stood in the doorway of the house, the front door opened, the chill, autumn air flowing in.

“Bright and early,” Pam promised and then the three shared a kiss.

“Want to sleep with me tonight, big sis?” I asked, turning away from the trio and bouncing before Zoey as she stretched on the couch. I pushed up my glasses. “Please, please, please.”

Zoey stared at me. “God, you are so young looking.”

“I’m eighteen,” I said. “I’m a big girl. Clint’s fucked my cunny. He popped my cherry, put it in my butt, and everything.”

“You are growing up so fast, munchkin.” Zoey looked up and down. “Okay. You can sleep with me tonight.”

“Yay!” I beamed. “Let’s hurry and brush our teeth and get ready for bed. There’s something I want to try out with you.”

“Oh,” Zoey asked me, arching an eyebrow, her brassy hair swaying about her face as I pulled her to her feet.

“Yep,” I said, leading her. I was so short. Zoey had a head or more on me, and those tits… They were just huge. We were sisters, and my tits would never come close to being as big as hers. Even Lee had some tits, little handfuls. I just had budding mounds, hardly more then bumps topped by my small nipples.

So not fair.

But Clint loved how girlish they made me look. I was his cute, little sister. And that made me happy. So maybe it was good I didn’t have big boobies like Zoey and Mom.

We passed the three-way kiss on the way to the stairs. Pam broke away, giving Clint and Melody a quick wave as she headed out the front door to go home. Then Mom and Aunt Vicky grabbed Clint, both grinning, eager to sleep with him tonight, leaving Melody and Lee to share a bed.

I giggled.

“What?” Zoey asked, a suspicion on her face. She even looked soooo adult, so mature.

“It’s a sister night!” I said. “All the sisters are sharing a bed.”

“I guess so,” Zoey said, glancing back at our mom and aunt surrounding our brother. “So Mom and Aunt Vicky really were fucking Dad all these years?”

“They were his sex slaves,” I nodded. “Mom brought Aunt Vicky into Dad’s bed when Mom was nineteen and Aunt Vicky eighteen. He popped her cherry while Mom licked her clit.”

“Jesus, I had no idea.” Zoey frowned. “So why wouldn’t Dad sleep with me? He clearly had no problem with incest.”

I blinked in shock.

“Your father wanted Clint to have a harem of his sexy sisters,” Mom answered as she climbed the stair behind us.

“See,” I said. “It’s all working out.”

“Except…” Zoey sighed.

So did I. “Well, yeah, I mean, I wish Dad was still with us. But I know he’s happy. Clint’s stepping up. He’s the best big brother you could want.”

“Only he’s my little brother, munchkin,” Zoey said and ruffled my hair. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

I hurried through brushing my teeth and combing out my hair after undoing my pigtails. I took off my makeup, Zoey working beside me. She had far more makeup to remove. I kept mine light, just little bits here and there to keep me looking young and girlish. Mom had showed me a few ways to do it yesterday.

“So, whose bed?” Zoey asked.

“Mine,” I grinned.

“With all those stuffed animals?” Zoey shook her head, a fond smile on her lips. “Okay. I don’t think I’ve been in your room in a year or more. It’s good to see you out of it.”

I nodded my head and we hurried to my room. Already, I could hear our mom and aunt moaning as Clint enjoyed their bodies down the hall. My cunny gave a wet itch as Zoey and I entered my room. I closed the door behind us, cutting off most of the sounds.

Zoey flopped down on my bed, her big tits bouncing. A few of my stuffed animals, piled on the edge of my bed where it butted into the wall, shifted. Zoey wiggled, one arm bent over her head, the other stroking at her stomach, drawing lazy patterns. She was so sleek and beautiful, with her big tits and long legs.

“So, what did you want to try?” she asked, eyes lidded with lust.

I beamed at her and jumped on the bed, landing between her legs. My brown hair danced about my shoulders as I turned to face her pussy. She was shaved with a tattoo of a unicorn on her pubic mound. It looked like it was galloping past her pussy.

I stroked the unicorn, petting her mane. “Is this why Stefani calls you Yunie all the time.”

“Sort of. She called me that long before I got the tattoo.”

I frowned. “You call her Dandi. Is that short for dandelion?”

She nodded.

“So does she have a dandelion tattooed right here?” I leaned over and kissed her pubic mound above her clit, shuddering at the naughty thrill so close to my big sister’s pussy.

“Yes.” Zoey squirmed.

“And do you kiss it?” I placed another smack, a little lower, moving towards her clit.

“Every chance I get.”

“Mmm, I bet.” I kissed lower, my sister shivering as I reached the top folds of her pussy. A tart musk brushed my lips. A hot thrill went through me, and I kissed lower, nuzzling right on her clit.

“Alicia! Oh, god, I’m really about to have sex with my eighteen-year-old sister.”

“Yep,” I said and nuzzled lower, her folds hot and wet on my lips.

My tongue slid out through my big sister’s folds, gathering her tart cream. I groaned, wiggling my hips. My nipples and clit both throbbed with the taboo excitement of what I was doing. I felt so wonderfully naughty as my tongue slid through her folds. She was the last member of the family for me to play around with.

I pushed my tongue in deep, using everything I had learned from Mom and Melody about pussy licking. Zoey groaned, her big, soft tits arching as her hips undulated. I could hear the pleasure in her voice. A surge of pride shot through me.

My big sister, a lesbian for two years, received pleasure from me. Me!

I slipped a single finger into her pussy, feeling how wet and silky she was. I reached into my sister’s depths, wiggling around as my tongue swirled around her clit. Her tits bounced as she reached over her head, squirming.

“Alicia,” she gasped. “Oh, damn, munchkin, how do you…? Jesus, where did you learn this?”

“Mom and Melody,” I grinned. “The family’s been having fun since Saturday. You’re soooo late to the party, big sis.”

“I guess so,” she groaned.

I slid a second finger into her pussy. She grew tighter as I slid in and out, reaming her. I made her squirm and groan, her eyes fluttering as her boobs jiggled. She grabbed one, squeezing hard as she humped against my plunging fingers.

Then I added a third finger. She grew tight, her flesh stretching around my digits. My tongue fluttered about her clit, savoring her tart juices and the moans she made. Her ass lifted from the bed. I had to move my head to keep pleasuring her, my fingers plunging in and out faster and faster.

“Oh, you little munchkin, yes,” Zoey moaned, the bed springs creaking.

Fluffy Snake fell off the top, a long, sinuous, pink plushy. It fell across my sister’s tits as she squirmed and writhed. She grabbed it, rubbing it on her nipples as her eyes rolled back into her head, my fingers reaching so deep into her. Juices leaked out, spilling down her ass to my bedspread, making a wet spot.

“Finger my cunt, baby sister. Yes, yes, yes!”

My eyes widened. “Yes, I’m your baby sister, big sis,” I moaned. “Oh, I am. I’m such a good baby sister. I want to please you.”

I sucked hard on her clit and shoved a fourth finger into her hot, tight pussy.

“Oh, you’re doing that,” Zoey gasped, writhing and humping hard. “Holy shit, you are. Jesus, that’s good. Oh, my god, Alicia. Four fingers! You are wild. Yes, yes, yes, ram them into me! I’m going to cum so hard on my baby sister’s fingers.”

I shuddered, sucking hard on her clit, pleasure racing through my body. My own juices dripped out of my shaved-bald cunny. They ran down my thighs as I wiggled my hips. My nipples tingled. I shoved my free hand between my thighs and rubbed on my tight slit, smearing my cream around and sending hot flutters through my body.

I plunged my fingers over and over into my cunny’s depths, so eager for my cum. I had wanted to do this ever since I read about it Sunday morning while Clint and Melody slept in. My eyes had widened so much when I came across the term.

And I knew I had to do it on Zoey first.

“You naughty munchkin,” my sister moaned as my fingers moved in her pussy, curling, forming a fist. “Oh, god, what are you doing?”

“Fisting you!” I said with glee, my hand balled up. And then I punched it deep into her pussy.
The hot, tight walls of her cunny engulfed my hand past my wrist. Her eyes widened. Her pussy lips were spread so wide around my wrist, clinging to them. Her stomach actually bulged out a bit. She shivered, her big tits thrashing.

“Holy shit!” Zoey’s eyes were wide. “Holy fucking shit, Alicia! Where…! Oh, fuck! I…! Oh, god, where did you…learn this? Fuck!”

Her pussy spasmed hard about my fist as I drew it back and punched it in, sliding through her cunt. She bucked and moaned, her tits slapping into each other. She clenched down on Fluffy Snake, his tail flying through the air as her body thrashed.

She came so hard. Her juices squirted out and around my fist, bathing my face, splashing my glasses. The world grew blurry as I licked around my fist, punching it over and over into her pussy. I loved how she squirmed. How she moaned. I loved the way she bucked and gasped and squirmed.

“Do you love it, big sis?” I asked.

“I absolutely do, “she howled. “Oh, my god, Alicia. Keep doing it. Oh, yes, I keep… Fuck!”

Her pussy spasmed harder about my fist as I plunged it over and over into her. I licked my lips, savoring her tart cream as I made my big sis thrash on the bed. More and more of my stuffed animals fell down, spilling upon us. Mr. Turtle landed on her belly, and Teddy fell against my ass, almost hugging me like he wanted to fuck me from behind.

I shoved two fingers into my tight cunny, frigging them in and out as fast as I could as I kept fisting my big sis. I made her howl and thrash and cum. I gave her such pleasure. My pussy clenched on my digits, the excitement building in me.

“I’m so glad,” I panted, savoring my sister’s flesh spasming on my fist. Clint must love it when we cum on his cock. Zoey’s flesh felt amazing. “I was so hoping you would love it.”

“Where the fuck did you even learn this?” Zoey groaned, undulating. “Jesus, I thought you were so innocent.”

“The internet,” I grinned, my body shivering. “I… Yes!”

My orgasm shivered through me. Not as powerful as Zoey’s, but it still felt wonderful as the pleasure rushed through me. It washed across my body and had me shivering and gasping in delight. My eyes rolled back into my head as my hips wiggled. I jammed my fist deep into Zoey’s pussy.

She bucked a final time and then collapsed on my bed, hugging Mr. Turtle to her belly. Her eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped, my orgasm burning hot through me. It crested in my mind, carrying me to new heights.

And then retreated. With a sigh, I pulled my fist out. Her juices coated my hand and wrist. Even my forearm was stained with her cream. I pulled off my glasses, wiping them on my comforter. Zoey became a big, fuzzy blur to me, so soft and inviting.

“You naughty munchkin,” she moaned, pulling me to her.

I set my glasses on the nightstand and cuddled up to her big breasts. I rubbed my cream covered hand on her boobs then buried my face between them. They were so soft. She stroked my hair, her breathing slowing.

“Thank you,” she groaned. “I loved it.”

“So did I,” I smiled. “Mmm, do you think Mom would love it if I fisted her?”

“Fuck yeah, she would, munchkin.”

“Good,” I said, feeling suddenly so sleepy. My eyes closed. “Night, big sis.”

“Night,” she groaned.

“Love you…” I murmured as sleep dragged me down into wonderful dreams.

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Melody Samuels/strong>

“I want you licking my asshole, slut,” I moaned, kneeling naked on my bed. Lee and I were the only ones in our house next door to Clint’s and his family. “And finger my pussy. Make me cum, you little whore. Watching you shave your disgusting twat and masturbating like a degenerate made me so hot.”

My younger sister nodded, the pixyish bob of short, black hair swaying about her cute face. “Instead of fingering you, Mistress, why don’t I fuck you with this?”

Lee whipped a dildo out from behind her back. It was thick and fleshy colored, wiggling rubbery in her hand. She gripped it by a set of balls, the tip painted red. I blinked in shock, my pussy clenching as my sister sauntered to me.

“Where did you get that?” I gasped.

“I stole it from Melody’s room.” Lee’s grin only grew. “Oops, guess I was bad.”

“You are such a brat, Lee.” My shaved pussy wept juices, trickles running down my thigh. “If I wasn’t so damned horny, I would spank your ass. Fuck me with that right now! I need to cum!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lee threw herself onto my bed. The springs creaked as she bounced on her knees behind me. She brought the thick tip to my pussy and rammed it in. I groaned, my cunt spreading around the fleshy toy. It was almost as big as Clint’s dick.

Almost.

I shivered, my head tossing back. My blonde hair fell loose about my head. I had undone my braid before kneeling on the bed. My pussy clenched on the girth as Lee drew it back and plunged it in with her exuberance.

Her face nuzzled between the cheeks of my asshole. Her tongue licked and swirled at my sphincter while she fucked that delightful dildo in and out of my pussy. I shivered, wiggling my hips, loving her rimming tongue. The pleasure swelled through me.

“Oh, yes, you nasty slut,” I moaned. “Fuck that big, thick toy in and out of me. Oh, fuck, yes! I love it! And jam that tongue in me. I know you love it, you filthy, anal-licking dyke.”

Lee shoved her tongue into my asshole, swirling around, savoring my sour hole. She plunged the dildo faster and faster. The delight her tongue stirred through my bowels rippled to my pussy. The plunging dildo churned me to a froth, my pussy clenching on the toy. I loved it burying over and over into me.

I shuddered, humping back into it, savoring the delicious thrill of the toy reaming my pussy while her tongue fucked my asshole. She was such an obedient girl now, not the brat who had driven me nuts most of my life.

“Yes, yes, yes, you love licking my ass. You are that filthy. Just a pervert. A nasty, ass-licking degenerate. Oh, I should have you do this before the entire school. Let them all see how much you love tonguing a girl’s ass.”

Lee shivered, moaning into my ass. Her tongue swirled and lapped at my sphincter. The pleasure built in me. Every stroke of the dildo, caress of her tongue, and word from my mouth brought me closer and closer to exploding.

Juice poured down my thighs. My fingers dug into my purple bedspread, my asshole clenching on her tongue. The dildo rammed so deep into me, caressing all the wonderful spots in my pussy. And Lee shoved it in and out so hard.

“Oh, yes, you nasty ass-licker. I’m going to cum. Mmm, you’re going to make your sister cum, you perverted dyke.”

“So perverted,” Lee moaned between licks. “I’m just a piece of filth.”

“You are!” I screamed and came on the dildo. “So nasty! You made me cum! You’re a sister-licking, pussy-eating, ass-devouring whore!”

The pleasure burned through my body. It left me quivering and shaking. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, falling down onto my pillows. The huge dildo slid out of my pussy with a wet plop, leaving me empty. Lee gasped. I glanced at her, my little sister’s breast bouncing as she reamed the dildo in and out of her cunt.

“Brat,” I panted. “Did I say you could cum?”

“No, Mistress,” she moaned, fucking herself. “And I haven’t. But can I? Can my disgusting, filthy, nasty pussy cum? The toy is covered in your juices. They’re freshening up my pussy, making my nasty cunt better.”

I smiled at that. “Sure, you can cum, whore.”

“Thank you, Mistress!”

Lee howled as I hugged my pillow, sleep falling down hard on me. Such a long day. I closed my eyes, the bed rocking as she squirmed and gasped. Then she collapsed beside me. She hugged my body, snuggling close to her.

“Love you, you nasty filth,” I purred.

“Love you, Mistress,” she said, sounding so happy. My little sister was fucked up, and I loved it.

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Cheryl Elliston

My body rocked. Heat burned through me. I shivered, my eyes fluttering open, a strong body pressed behind me, arms holding me. A hard dick thrust into the depths of my pussy, fingers rolling my nipples, a masculine grunt sighing in my ear.

The red digits of the clock read 2:38 AM.

“Clinton,” I moaned, smiling as I felt my husband and master…

No, it was Clint fucking me. I had fallen asleep with him and my sister, the pair of us pleasuring our master and each other until we collapsed in a heap just like we used to with Clinton.

“Mom,” Clint groaned, “almost done. You can go back to sleep soon.”

“It’s okay, Sir,” I smiled, savoring the pleasure of his dick sliding through my pussy. “Mommy-slut’s big, strong son was horny. He needs to drain his balls so he can sleep. Mmm, just pound your Mommy-slut and dump your cum in her cunt.”

“Mom,” he groaned, the bed rocking harder.

My sister rolled over, pressing her pillowy tits into me. Her eyes flicked open. She let out a dreamy sigh, snuggling to me. Our breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing and sliding around each other as my body rocked, Clint’s thrusts growing harder and harder.

My pussy clenched down on my son’s big cock. I loved being his Mommy-slut. I felt alive again, the ashes that had suffused my world after Clinton’s death blown away by my son’s dominating lusts. I let out a mewing sigh, his groin smacking into my plump ass, balls slapping the back of my thighs.

“Mom,” he grunted again, loving the pussy that had birthed him. He came from my hole. And I loved it when he returned, filling me up with that big, thick dick. I created the cock that fucked me. I raised him into a big, strong son, and now he pounded my cunt so hard.

“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing my cheek into my sister’s face. Her hands stroked my sides, sending ripples down to my pussy. I clenched down on Clint’s dick. “Fuck your Mommy-slut’s pussy. Dump all your cum in me so you can sleep. Mommy-slut’s big boy needs to be well rested to fuck Pam’s mother tomorrow.”

“Shit,” he groaned, thrusts growing hard, powerful, his crotch slapping my ass. “You are such a naughty slut, Mom.”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped, clenching my pussy down on his cock. “Fuck the cunt that birthed you. Mmm, fuck your Mommy-slut’s cunt until you cum.”

The bed creaked and the headboard smacked the wall as he drove his cock hard into me. Our flesh slapped together. The force pressed me hard against my sister’s lush body. I held her, savoring her body against mine as the pleasure built and built in me. Ripples of delight shot through me, making me tremble.

His hands squeezed my tits, my flesh spilling around his fingers and pushing my boobs against my sister’s pillowy mounds. I gasped, eyes rolling back into my head. He was so good. So amazing. My big, strong son fucked me so hard.

“May your Mommy-slut cum, Sir?” I asked, his dick sliding along the top of my pussy’s tunnel, nudging my G-spot every time. Hot flutters shot through me. “Mommy-slut wants to cum on her big, strong son’s cock. Mmm, yes! Your Mommy-slut gave birth to this cock! Please, let your Mommy-slut cum on it.”

“Fuck, yes, Mom,” he groaned, driving deep into my pussy and erupted.

Incestuous cum flooded through me. Would this be the load that impregnated me? Would my son breed me tonight? Or was I already pregnant? How would we pay for it? Money was already growing tight. Clint would get a part time job, but how much would that bring. Zoey’s helped, but what she made working at Dairy Queen wasn’t much.

“Damn, Mom,” he groaned as his cum spurted. “Damn, I need that.”

“Mmm, that’s what your Mommy-slut is for,” I moaned, my concerns about money outweighed by the pleasure bursting through me. My pussy spasmed on my son’s cock, milking out more and more of his jizz into my depths. I gasped, bucking, shuddering against my sister. “To dump your cum in when you’re too horny to sleep.”

“Naughty whore,” he whispered sleepily.

“Such a naughty whore,” I moaned, the pleasure bathing my mind.

Clint drew back one final time and thrust in again. He groaned, sighing, his cum filling my pussy, his dick softening in my depths. In moments, the soft snores came from him, asleep already, his lusts satiated once again.

I smiled, shivering, loving being full of his cock and cum. I held my sister and fell asleep in my son’s strong arms. I knew we would figure it all out somehow.

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Clint Elliston

I felt like a million bucks when I woke up Tuesday morning, my piss-hard dick filling Mom’s pussy. I had a huge day ahead of me. I would play with Aunt Chery’s naughty toy, and then I had my job interview with Pam’s mom. I hadn’t even thought of fucking her, but then hearing Mom talk about it last night as she fingered Pam had sent me over the edge. I came so hard on Aunt Vicky’s tits.

I couldn’t wait.

And I had other naughty ideas, too. It was time to give Stefani, my big sister’s best friend and lover, a treat. According to Zoey, Stefani thought I was cute and was eager to be fucked by me. I wanted to see Stefani lick my cum out of my big sister’s snatch so badly.

And I knew just how I could.

I met Melody and Lee in the bathroom. The pair had slept next door at their house, sharing a bed. I bet they were pretty naughty. Aunt Vicky joined us, a big smile on her face as she fell down before me and sucked my piss-hard cock into her mouth. Lee buried her face into Melody’s pussy.

“Morning,” I grinned at Melody, the first of my women. I loved her and Alicia like lovers. And Pam.

“Perv,” she grinned back. “Just eager to piss down your Aunt’s throat.”

“Yep,” I groaned and unleashed the flood.

It was so hot to piss into a woman’s mouth. Aunt Vicky’s eyes burned and smoldered as my piss splashed against her throat. She swallowed it, my dick tingling as I emptied my full bladder into her. I groaned, squeezing Melody’s hand while she pissed into Lee’s mouth, grinding her hot pussy onto her little sister’s flesh.

“That’s it, you nasty slut,” moaned Melody. “Just drink it all down. You fucking whore.”

“God, I love you,” I groaned to my half-sister as Aunt Vicky sucked out the last drops of piss.

She winked at me.

Done pissing, we slipped into the showers. We didn’t fuck, there wasn’t time because other people had to shower. While the hot water heaters were good in the house, they weren’t inexhaustible. But as we soaped our bodies, I told her about my naughty idea for Zoey and Stefani.

“Ooh, you just want to get her in on the fun right away,” Melody groaned, her blonde hair matted to her shoulders. She was the only natural blonde in the family—Mom’s came out of a bottle. “Mmm, Stefani’s cute. I love her red hair. And then tonight… Pam’s mom.” Melody shivered. “Please, please say we’re going to try to seduce her.”

“Absolutely,” I said. “She’s a hot, Asian MILF. I just don’t know if I want Pam to lick her mother’s pussy before or after I’ve fucked it.”

“Jesus, that’s a dilemma,” she agreed. “Mmm, watching mother and daughter have sex before hand will be so hot, a way to really get us excited, but then to see Pam lick out your cum would be even more exciting.”

“Yes.”

“So, you know there’s an easy solution, but, as usual, you are too thick to see it. Have her do both.”

I smacked my half-sister’s wet ass hard. She gasped, jumping. I gave her a hard look. “Don’t forget that you’re still <em>my</em> queen.”

“I know,” she beamed, rubbing her ass. “Mmm, my big, strong king. I love you despite your shortcomings.”

“You are lucky I love you, or I would spank your ass so hard,” I told her. Then, as she turned to wash her tits off, I spanked her hard again, a loud crack that echoed through the bathroom.

“Clint,” she moaned, jumping. She liked it when I reminded her where the line was in her teasing. I think she toed it just to make sure I was still her strong, dominating lover.

Shower done, we cleared out so Aunt Vicky and Lee could take theirs. I toweled off and went to get dress while Melody had to work on her makeup. She was a tomboy, but she wore some amount of makeup. And she had to dry her hair and braid it.

I changed then hopped on the internet. I check out a few sites to see if any weird videos or posts were put on the internet—and there was. I laughed at an idiot trying to high dive into the portable pool in his backyard and instead belly flopped, water splashing over the side. I glanced at the clock, sighed, and headed downstairs. In the kitchen and was greeted with a sight I loved.

My older sister bent over as she dug around in the refrigerator. She wore a skirt today, but it was so short, it had ridden over her ass. Bright-red tights clad her ass beneath it. They molded to her rear and pussy mound. I groaned, shivering in delight at those two plump lips perfectly outlined by the fabric.
Delicious cameltoe. My dick swelled hard again.

“Did you wait until I came downstairs to bend over and greet me like this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she purred, wiggling her hips. “You always like staring at me when I dig in the refrigerator. I always found it amusing the way you panted after me like an annoying dog.”

“And now?”

“Now it makes me so hot,” she groaned, wiggling more. “Oh, my god, I’m getting so wet.”

“Bend over the counter,” I told her. “I need my big sister’s pussy. I want to send you to school with a load of my cum buried in your twat.”

“Oh, my god,” Zoey groaned. “Little brother, you are such a perv.”

“You’ve been talking to Melody?”

“Maybe.” Zoey straightened, her large tits bouncing in the top she wore, jiggling with every motion. Her nipples were hard, tenting the front. It was clear she had no bra on. She sauntered to the island and bent over it, wiggling her hips.

“Morning,” Mom said as she strolled in. “Who wants pancakes?”

“Sounds great,” I grinned.

“Just fruit for me,” Zoey moaned. “Need to watch my figure.”

“Trust me, it’s perfect,” I said, pulling down her tights and unveiling a blue thong, the fabric vanished between her plump pussy lips and buried between her butt-cheeks.

I pushed it to the side, pulling it out from between her pussy lips in the process. She was juicy, the thong soaked. I unzipped and dug out my cock, rubbing it against my big sister’s pussy. She shivered as Mom busied herself whipping up pancake batter like it was the most normal thing in the world having her two children fuck while she made breakfast.

“Fuck,” Zoey gasped as I rammed into her. “Ooh, you are big, Clint. I love it.”

“Yes, he is,” Mom nodded, whisking away at the pancake mix.

“And you are tight,” I groaned, savoring my sister’s hot flesh engulfing my cock.

Other members of the family filed in, saying “Morning” as I reamed Zoey’s cunt. Melody winked at me then grabbed a banana. She unpeeled it, sliding it into her mouth, her eyes twinkling at me as I plowed our big sister’s cunt.

My dick ached and throbbed as Melody’s lips sealed over the banana. She worked it in and out of her lips, hips wiggling, teasing me. I groaned, slamming harder and faster into Zoey’s cunt, my balls thwacking into her clit.

“Oh, you are a perv, too, Melody,” Zoey groaned. “Just like our little brother.”

Melody pulled out the banana, leaving it coated in her saliva. “I forget he is my little brother.”

“By a month,” I groaned, Zoey’s pussy heaven on my dick. The tight, silky friction sent heat down to my balls, my cum simmering, approaching a full boil.

“Still older,” she said then thrust the banana at Lee. “Shove that in your cunt, slut. I want cream with my banana.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lee moaned, lifting up her short skirt and pushing panties to the side.

“Fuck,” I muttered, watching my younger half-sister slide the banana into her freshly shaved cunt. She was so bare. I loved it. Her back arched, a whimper escaped her lips, and then she pulled it out, handing it gleaming to Melody.

I almost came watching Melody bite into the banana coated with Lee’s pussy juices. A shiver ran through her, hips swaying in the tight jeans she wore. My balls boiled. I was so close to cumming. I hammered my older sister’s pussy, driving my cock in so deep, feeling her clench down on me.

A moan rose from Zoey’s mouth as she watched Melody chew and savor the banana. Ecstasy crossed my half-sister’s face. Her eyes squeezed shut. My balls thwacked over and over, echoing through the kitchen as I pounded my older sister.

“Shit, you are such a perv, Melody,” Zoey moaned.

“Mmm, I am.” She moved closer. “Didn’t you want fruit for breakfast?”

Melody held the banana to Zoey’s lips. My big sister’s pussy clenched down hard on my cock as she took a bite, moaning her enjoyment. The friction burned down my shaft, my balls tightening. I was so close to cumming. On the verge of erupting.

Then Melody brought the banana, half eaten, to my lips. I took a big bite, teeth sinking through it. I savored the mix of tangy pussy and sweet fruit. My dick slammed into my sister’s pussy. My balls tightened. My cum exploded into Zoey’s cunt.

I groaned as I chewed the banana. Cumming and trying to swallow at the same time were difficult. My head snapped back. The pleasure boiled through me as I savored the hot thrill cumming in one sister’s cunt while savoring the taste of another’s snatch.

“Do you love it, Master?” Lee asked, bouncing beside Melody. “Does my pussy taste great on it?”

“Amazing,” I groaned, burying my cock into Zoey, leaning over her. “Fuck, that was good.”

“The banana or Zoey’s twat?” Melody asked, a smile on her lips.

“Both,” I panted.

“Yes,” Zoey moaned in agreement, “Oh, god, Lee, that was great. Shove another banana in your twat. I’m still hungry.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lee said, grabbing and peeling the fruit.

“And you,” I said, leaning over Zoey. “I have something for you to do at school. It’s time for you to make a movie.”

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

Zoey Elliston

“Hey,” Stefani said, hopping into my car parked in her family’s driveway, a big grin on her face. “Oh, my god, so you fucked your little brother.”

“Twice,” I grinned, waving to Stefani’s dad as he headed to the family minivan in his suit, all ready for work.

“This morning?” Stefani asked also waving to her dad. He was a portly man, not at all sexy like Clint. No wonder Stefani had the hots for my little brother—she had no hunky man of the house to pine after.

“His cum is still in me,” I grinned at Stefani. “And when we get to school, we’re going to make a little movie.”

“What kind?” she asked.

“You licking all his cum out of me.”

“Holy shit!” squealed Stefani and then she hugged me. “Let’s get to school!”

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

Vicky Samuels

I strolled through the halls of the college where I taught, wearing a tight skirt and low-cut blouse, the vibrator seated in the depths of my pussy, held in place by my panties. Students nodded to me, some murmuring, “Morning, Ms. Samuels.”

“Morning,” I would smile back, the boys ogling my tits. I was a popular teacher.

The vibrator hummed to life. My eyes widened as a surge of lust shot through me. And then it died down almost immediately. I groaned, my nephew giving me a quick reminder that he had control over my pussy today.

Mmm, it was going to be a great day.

To be continued…

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