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This is the sixth of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. Chapters 4, 5 and 6 are considerably longer than the others in the series. To find the other chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up …

TAKE SIX

Catherine Rankine had a preoccupied air as she exchanged small talk with a couple of former students. She did not intend any impoliteness, but the truth was that her head was in whirl and she hardly knew what she was thinking or wanting – or rather, she knew what she wanted but was trying to escape the thought, for it was surely unthinkable! For all of her life she had been certain that she was entirely and absolutely heterosexual in orientation; she had only been interested in, and only had experience of sexual relations with, the male gender. Now, suddenly, everything that she had taken for granted had been thrown into doubt, in the most disturbing and disorienting way. She was forty-one years old and had been happily and unquestioningly married for the last sixteen of them – dear God, she had two sons, now aged ten and thirteen! She had a good and loving relationship with her husband, Steve, and whilst after so many years together they were naturally used to each other and had their comfortable and predictable routines, still that was how she wanted it, didn’t she?

The conversation with the former students died a natural death, and with a pleasant if rather artificial smile, Cathy – as she was usually known – moved away, avoiding another encounter for the moment. She drifted down the room, ending up at the table of snacks which was being tended by that very pretty redhead in the 11th grade … what was her name? Good grief, was her memory going as well as her judgement and discretion! Oh, yes – Lauren, Lauren O’Rourke, that was it, she recalled in some relief. Cathy rather absent-mindedly picked up a couple of the canapes and bit into one of them, thanking the girl by name, which she had always thought was a good thing for a teacher to do. Almost without realising it, her eyes were drawn to the vivacious student’s surprisingly full bust, all the more evident because in the warmth of the room she had undone perhaps a button or two more of her white shirt than was quite proper – certainly an ample cleavage was on display, as well as the top of her bra.

Cathy swung away in some discomfiture, hoping that she had not been staring or that the girl had noticed. What is going on with me, she thought frantically; is this some kind of mid-life crisis? She had not previously really believed in such things, or thought that women got them – but perhaps that was the explanation. It was certainly a lot less frightening than the other possible explanation – that she was actually bi-sexual, or even (no, no, no – surely it was impossible?) a deeply-suppressed lesbian? Her thoughts skittered away from any such conclusion, and she was unsure what alarmed her the most: that she had not succeeded in keeping these feelings repressed, or that she had done so for all of these years and missed out on the wonderful experiences that she could have had. And it had been wonderful, she was willing to admit this to herself at last – quite astonishingly, revealingly, exotically wonderful! She felt a moistness between her legs from even beginning to think about, and to see the cause … she looked across the room to the much younger woman, and her heart raced, her stomach did a flip-flop, and the warmth and wetness in her pussy suddenly grew. Cathy grasped a glass of the fizzy white wine from a nearby table, and leaned weakly against the wall of the room for a minute, letting it all flow past her whilst her mind went back … was it really only ten days?

Donnatella Bardini was a newly-qualified teacher, aged only twenty-three and in her very first, probationary, post. Although there was nearly two decades of age difference between them, she and Cathy had hit it off at once, due to their common ground. Donna (as she told her friends to call her, a category which seemed to include everyone who the bubbly young woman had known for more than five minutes) was a gymnast, specialising in the parallel bars and hand-rings; in fact, she had gone through college on a sports sponsorship, although the late-developing curves of her modestly-sized breasts and butt had been enough to prevent her from competing successfully at the very highest national or Olympic levels. In her teens and college days, Cathy had also been a talented gymnast, and she had several cups and medals to prove it, though none higher than at state level. For more than a decade she had coached the school’s gym squad, and had loved doing so. In fact, she had a talent for it, bringing out the best in both the boys and the girls, and Lauderton High School had been in the top five in the state competition for the last seven years – a record in itself – which included two wins and one second place.

As Donna also taught the same subject – biology – it was inevitable that the Principal had assigned Cathy to be the new arrival’s probationary mentor, whilst at the same time asking Donna to assist with the athletics coaching. Perhaps, mused Cathy, it was just that they had inevitably spent a lot of time together as a result of this arrangement, and somehow this had given her strange ideas? No, she decided with honesty, that was not the reason: she had done mentoring before, and had not felt like this … in fact, she had never felt this way, full stop. She had never, ever before had any sexual feelings for or contact with another female … was that perhaps part of the problem, had she been just seething for it under the disguise of an egg-shell skin of normality? After all, it had not taken much persuasion to alter her point of view so profoundly!

Cathy fell into a reverie, barely acknowledging the nods or greetings from students and staff who passed through her vicinity. Her mind went back nine days, to the Wednesday of the previous week, when it all began …

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Donna had wanted to show Cathy an idea for some improvements to the routines which they were teaching to the 9th and 10th grades, and so she had booked the small gymnasium for the lunch hour – this was something any of the sports coaches could do, if they needed some uninterrupted practice time. It was a warm and humid day, and in the adjacent female staff locker room, Donna changed into one of her lightest – and skimpiest – bodysuits. This was a sky-blue racerback leotard, cut high on the hips with a deep V crotch and a thong-style bottom which left her ass almost totally uncovered. However, Donna did not bother to put on exercise tights underneath; after all, it was only going to be the two of them in the gym, and she preferred to feel what circulating air there was on her bare legs. The svelte young woman took a moment to check herself out in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw – the thin spandex fabric of the leotard clung tightly to her trim body, clearly showing the curves and nipples of her small breasts, and the bump of her mound at its crotch.

Donna stepped through the connecting door to the small gymnasium which was used for athletics, and – as was quite usual when staff had booked the gym – she bolted the door shut on the inside. Just as she was doing so, Cathy entered from the main door into the outside corridor, and Donna moved across to lock that as well, murmuring that she didn’t want someone to come barging in when she was concentrating on the exercise.

Cathy sat down on the bench that was set against one wall, and watched with appreciative interest as Donna first warmed-up and then demonstrated a series of exercises which gradually increased in complexity, and yet would still be possible and interesting for the younger age groups to tackle. As Donna’s lithe form swung on the parallel bars and then performed a series of cartwheels and somersaults, Cathy could not help but notice how tightly the bodysuit adhered to the young woman’s slim form, and how it accentuated her pubic mound – to which the eye was irresistibly drawn due to the plunging V-shape of the garment’s crotch. Cathy shook her head to clear away this strange interest – she would never normally notice another female’s body in such a way, but she supposed that Donna was a reminder of herself from twenty years ago, and that perhaps she had a twinge of jealousy.

As Donna finished the routine and completed some wind-down exercises, Cathy rose and walked across to join her. She complimented Donna on the clever simplicity of her suggested innovations, and the younger woman blushed very prettily with pleasure at this approval. They began discussing the finer details and Cathy was asking about one movement on the parallel bars, gesturing with her hand to illustrate a point, when she gave a sharp wince and rubbed her neck and shoulder.

‘Oh! Cathy – are you OK?’ enquired Donna, with genuine solicitude.

Cathy was touched by her protege’s warmth and concern, and explained that it was nothing serious – she had been over-ambitious the previous day when exercising after school in this very room, had tried a routine which she had not done for years, and of course had pulled a muscle in her shoulder or back. At once, Donna offered to massage it, saying that she had been shown a really good massage technique by her first-ever gym coach, which had stood her in good stead ever since. Cathy glanced at her watch – there was still nearly half an hour until the afternoon lessons began, and so with a smile she answered yes, why not, and thanked her.

The older teacher lay face down on the soft rubber of the exercise mat, and Donna knelt beside her and began to slowly but quite firmly rub the base of her neck and her shoulders, and then working her way down the top of her spine. Cathy enjoyed the attention and the soothing rhythm of Donna’s hands, and they relaxed her and loosened a tension which she had not realised that she had. So she offered no objection when Donna commented that Cathy’s dress was getting in the way and she could do the job better if was undone. This seemed quite logical and natural, and Cathy lay there rather dreamily as Donna unhooked the top fastening and pulled down the long zip at the back of her linen shift dress, which was a simple but stylish design in a dark purple color with a scoop neck at the front and an under-bust seam that subtly emphasized her figure. Donna undid the zip all the way, down to the small of Cathy’s back, and then she peeled it away to each side off the older woman’s shoulders.

Donna’s fingertips touched Cathy’s smooth warm skin, running slowly down her backbone and then rising back faster with her nails pressing harder, giving a delicious tingly scratching effect. This was followed by circles around Cathy’s shoulder blades and then rubs over her shoulders, from front to back. The older teacher was soaking up the sensations, and feeling that she could just float away. She was aware of Donna murmuring something, but it took her a moment to realize that her young colleague was saying that Cathy’s bra was preventing her from really giving a proper massage, as she was constantly having to avoid the backband and shoulder straps.

‘Mmmmm …. well … get rid of it too, if you like …’ sighed Cathy, quite unwound and contented.

This was what Donna had been hoping for and working towards, and at once she unsnapped the backband and let it fall away from Cathy’s shoulders. After a few more minutes of peaceful contentment and murmurs of pleasure from the prone woman, Donna remarked:

‘Your legs look quite tensed up as well, you know – here, we’ve got plenty of time, I’ll do the full works, just as my old coach used to do for me – you’ll like it, you’ll see!’

Before Cathy could put two connected thoughts together – and she was so relaxed that that was no easy task – Donna had swung a leg over to sit straddling her back, facing Cathy’s feet and with her hands resting for a moment on the upturn of Cathy’s rump, just below her waist. Calmly, as if there as nothing at all unusual in such a thing, the young gymnast drew the hem of Cathy’s shift dress up to the top of her legs and then over her butt to bunch around her waist, and then she began to massage the backs of the older teacher’s thighs, knees and calves – giving yet more delicious stimulation to the softly sighing female who was now lying, without protest, just under her spread legs. The pleasurable sensations were such that Cathy had quite forgotten the original reason for the massage, and she gave barely a murmur of surprise when Donna’s hands moved higher and began to knead her buttocks as well, and it seemed natural to spread her legs a little apart in response to the younger woman’s encouraging pressure.

Unusual sensations of a most delightful kind were washing through Cathy’s body, and it seemed nothing but natural when Donna whispered softly that she should turn onto her back so that the fronts of her legs could receive equal attention. With her eyes almost closed, Cathy rolled over, hardly aware or caring that her dress had fallen from her top down to her midriff, whilst from below it had been pulled to her waist, so that her lingerie was now fully revealed – a pair of neat pink bikini panties and a matching full-cup T-shirt bra.

Cathy lay sprawled, languorously relaxed. Donna leaned forward to massage the older woman’s thighs, and in so doing the motion rubbed her pubic mound, through the thin spandex leotard, across Cathy’s stomach. The older woman was also afforded a prime view of Donna’s trim and finely-honed ass, which pertly joggled in front of her face as the young teacher bent over to reach Cathy’s lower legs and knees – the motion drawing the thin butt-strap of the bodysuit’s thong deep into the cleft of Donna’s ass-cheeks., almost disappearing from view.

The young gymnast worked her way slowly up the front of Cathy’s long legs, kneading and relaxing her muscles and easing her joints, working the stiffness away. Donna’s hands inexorably moved higher still, to the very top of the senior teacher’s inner thighs, gently spreading her legs even wider apart. Then her fingers for the first time stroked the crotch of Cathy’s panties, rubbing down the groove of her slit. The older woman made a faint sound, a sort of soft mewl – but it sounded less like a protest and much more like pleasure. Cathy was so unwound that it took her several seconds to realize what was causing these stimulating new sensations – and by then, somehow, she was not as shocked as she would previously have expected. Even so, she asked more in puzzlement:

‘Donna? … Donna – what are you doing?’

The young Italian-American babe replied reassuringly:

‘Don’t worry, honey, my coach always used to finish her massages this way – it’s the best, you’ll see! Now, be a good girl, just relax and enjoy it – let it sweep you away! You’ll get a real glow, I can promise you that!’

Looking back on it now, Cathy still didn’t understand why she had not refused, had not stopped things there and then, when it should have obvious that a line had been crossed – that they were heading into sexual territory, that in fact this was a seduction. But she hadn’t, she had barely made that token enquiry, and then – to her later shame and confusion – she had just let it all happen, flowing downstream with the current. She excused herself later that she had been just so relaxed, enjoying Donna’s gentle and affectionate touch, and that at the time it had not seemed odd or wrong at all.

And so, Cathy had said nothing, lying silently as the young teacher had slid her pink panties down her legs, stretching to reach her ankles and pull them all the way off – in truth, her eyes had been fixed on the younger woman’s ass as it had bobbed up and down whilst she did this. Nor had she resisted when Donna had spread her legs open, and she had shivered in excited pleasure as Donna’s fingers had caressed her pudenda, stroking along her labial lips and then pressing into the suddenly gaping and moist slit between them. Cathy moaned, and her back arched as the tracing of Donna’s fingers along her inner vaginal walls sent bursts of pleasure racing through her nervous system. Donna brought both hands to bear on her mentor’s pussy, pulling her cunt-lips wider apart, and then with one hand she rubbed Cathy’s clitoris whilst the other hand thrust two fingers like a torpedo into her hole. As the fingers began to piston in and out of her cunt, Cathy began a series of gulping half-sobs which were interjected by high-pitched cries of ‘yes! yes – oh! yes!!’ Her body began to jerk and tremble, and then with a sudden powerful steam-hammer rush she experienced a shuddering, quaking orgasm, more profound and draining than any she had had for a decade at least, and bringing with it – exactly as promised – a wonderful sense of release and fulfillment.

As Cathy lay there, gasping like a landed fish, Donna reversed her position and then lay on the mat at her side, kissing her on the mouth whilst simultaneously caressing her sticky crotch. Then she moved her attention to Cathy’s breasts, which were now fully exposed, and began to lick around her aureoles and to sick and nibble on her nipples. The older teacher – a lifelong heterosexual who had never previously had any girl-girl encounter – lay supinely, stunned and amazed at what the lissome young probationer was doing to her body, and perplexed in a strangely distant and detached way as to why she was doing nothing to stop this … this perversion? But, how could such extraordinary pleasure, delivered with such gentleness and affection, be perverse? Was it really wrong at all? – after all, no one was being coerced or hurt here, no one was doing anything that they did not want to … for it seemed, after all, that she did want this, at least right here and right now, for this one occasion if for no other.

Cathy may never have been with a woman before, but she was certainly not sexually inexperienced. She knew very well what would come next, what the inevitable steps of this choreographed dance would be, how it would reach – so apt a word – its climax. She also knew that she was going to do nothing to prevent it, and that was the really shocking thing. Sure enough, Donna’s face moved downwards, relinquishing Cathy’s breasts – whilst reaching up to take their now stiff nipples in her hands instead – as her tongue moved enticingly to tease around her mentor’s belly-button, trailing kisses across her naked torso, over her pelvis, to … THERE!!

The older teacher’s back arched and her hips thrust outwards, as Donna’s mouth clamped onto her slit and the young babe’s expert tongue drove for her clit. Cathy’s hands were flat on the floor on either side, and she slapped her palms up and down against the rubber mat as her second orgasm burst over her – unbelievably, it was even stronger and more intense than the previous one. Tremors rippled through her light frame, and her head thrashed from side to side, an ululating moan escaping between her clenched teeth.

Donna raised her head from Cathy’s crotch, with such an expression of delight and achievement that the older teacher just had to laugh, and a warm current of affection for this cute young bombshell coursed through her. With it, even more astonishingly, came a sudden bright fierce energy, as if some had suddenly flipped a switch and sent Cathy’s motor from gently idling to a racing roar. It carried her along quite heedlessly, never stopping for a second to consider whether Donna actually wanted this or what it meant for their relationship – and thereby all her other relationships, professional and family. To her own astonishment, Cathy heard her own voice – but rougher, throatier, charged with passion and desire – telling Donna that she wanted to taste her, to eat her out, to make her come.

Donna’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open – for it is one thing to hope for something, another thing to plan to bring it about, but quite something else when it actually happens. She had only a second to gasp an affirmative response before Cathy rolled over on top of her, putting Donna on her back. The older gymnast reached down and tugged the crotch of the younger’s leotard away from her pussy – revealing its smooth shaved skin, one reason why the cameltoe effect had been so pronounced through the thin spandex material. Cathy had never seen another woman’s cunt so closely before, not even her own, and she was fascinated by the shape and texture and smell. She began to rub her fingers up and down both sides of Donna’s pussy, before becoming emboldened enough to push her forefinger deeply into the novice teacher’s vagina. Encouraged by Donna’s cries of pleasure, Cathy began to finger-fuck her pussy, and then – taking her courage in both hands – she bent down and for the first time ever, at the age of forty-one, she tasted the special spicy flavor of cunt-juice, and like so many before her found it to be peculiar but fascinating and increasingly addictive. Donna’s moans became shorter and faster, turning into a sequence of barking cries, and then suddenly her lithe form went limp – she had come gloriously, wetness squirting from her pussy across an amazed Cathy’s mouth and cheeks.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, murmuring endearments and exchanging compliments on how wonderful the other one had made them feel. Suddenly Cathy noticed her watch, and gave a horrified squawk – there was hardly more than five minutes of the lunch period left! Time had certainly flown whilst they had been enjoying themselves – and, oh yes, they certainly had enjoyed themselves. But it must be a secret, no one must discover or suspect, and so they hurried to get ready. There was not enough time to take a shower, and they were both aware that they would be having sticky breasts and a sweaty damp pussy as a constant reminder all though the afternoon classes! Quickly, they toweled down, pulled their underwear and outer clothes back on, stepped into their shoes, and washed their hands and faces. They had just managed this, and were running a comb rapidly through their hair, when the bell for afternoon classes sounded, and the corridor outside was filled with the drumming sound of hurrying feet. With time having run so short before their first lessons of the afternoon, Donna and Cathy emerged from the small gymnasium rather precipitately. Cathy was still smoothing down her dress, and with her attention distracted she almost collided with an 11th grade girl who was hurrying down the corridor.

‘Oh! sorry, Mrs Rankine!’ gasped the girl.

Cathy had recovered enough breath to reply, still a little shakily: ‘That’s all right, Cindy – it was my fault really, I was rushing.’

Cathy and Donna moved off smartly down the corridor, peeling off in different directions at the next junction. They did not look behind them, and so were unaware that the girl had stopped in her tracks and was gazing after them with a speculative and appraising expression.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Leaning against the wall at the reunion event, with the loud buzz of conversation around her, Cathy’s thoughts and memories moved on. If that had been the only occasion of straying from the path, just an isolated mad indulgence – the exception that proves the rule – then it would have been easy to dismiss. Cathy had never been unconventional before, had never ventured from the straight and narrow (and would never previously have thought that the straight might also be the narrow). However, once tempted by this taste of girl-girl pleasure (her mind weaving carefully past any use of the L-word), Cathy’s need had grown into a consuming desire. She had found that her concentration was ruined, that she could think of almost nothing else except re-running that extraordinary experience in her mind. This so aroused her that, twice at school and once at home, she had needed to retreat rapidly to the toilet and vigorously finger herself to orgasm – after the occasions at school, she had had to wear her sweaty and cum-juice soaked panties for the rest of the day, and had been secretly thrilled by such a down-and-dirty experience. It troubled her that she felt almost desperate for more of the same, and now she felt she could understand how drug addicts got hooked. Was the scent and taste of female pussy a Class A narcotic? – it seemed so, in her case!

She had managed to get as far as the weekend, but by Saturday could hold out no longer. Whilst doing the weekend grocery shop at the local mall, she had called Donna’s private cellphone number, and then with nervous hesitation – anticipating a rebuff – had asked if there was any chance they could get together. The rush of relief when Donna had excitedly said that she would love to, and just to say when, had made her feel dizzy and had drenched the gusset of her panties, indeed some fluid had leaked down her inner thigh, she was sure other shoppers would notice her juices dripping on the ground, perhaps point and jeer at her, maybe call the mall security guard. Cathy had tightly squeezed her legs together and hastened into the ladies toilet. Once in the privacy of a cubicle, she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, stripped her sodden panties down to her ankles, and sat on the toilet with her legs spread as wide apart as the walls would allow. With almost vicious intensity, she had rammed two fingers of her right hand deep into her vagina, whilst the thumb and forefinger of her left hand sought her clit and frantically rubbed it. Within two minutes she had come, and more intensely and satisfyingly than she could remember – and that, THAT, was the really worrying thing!

Donna had given her an address, and told her to come as soon as she liked and to stay for as long as she could. Cathy finished the rest of the shopping in record time and drove home, coming in and out of the house like a whirlwind. Her older son was doing some school work in his bedroom, whilst her husband and younger son watched baseball on the TV in the living-room. With her heart in her mouth, Cathy mumbled something to the effect that she was meeting Anthea (an old friend) to do some clothes shopping, but would be back in time for dinner – she had been sure this would sound patently false, but they had barely lifted their eyes from the screen to wave an acknowledgement, not really taking in the details.

‘Have a good time, hon – don’t buy the store!’ her husband called out good-naturedly. It was what he always said, but today she cherished the normality more than ever, and gave her customary reply in return: ‘I won’t – just the contents!’

Before leaving, she took a few minutes to get ready – after all, what could such a pretty young thing see in an middle-aged mom like me, she thought with mixed wonder and despair as she regarded herself critically in the mirror. It was true that she still had a very good figure, an athlete’s, a gymnast’s figure: compact, slender, lithe – if her breasts and ass were not that large, they were pert and shapely, and set off by her supple posture, flat stomach and trim thighs. She had a hasty shower and – most unusually – first shaved away her pussy hair and then dabbed some perfume around her crotch and on her breasts. She chose some of her finest and most daring lingerie, adding a suspender belt and traditional stockings to a skimpy bra and thong-style panties. On top she had a casual, but tight and fairly short, denim skirt with buttons all the way down the front, and a scoop-neck three-quarter sleeve top in bright red. The final touch was a pair of rather stylish white ankle boots, and then a denim jacket that matched the skirt. Snatching up her car keys, Cathy had almost fled from the house, her heart pounding with a mixture of guilt – for was this not betrayal, deceit, lying to her husband to go and have sex with someone else, even if it was not another man? – and burning, consuming, exhilarating desire … and desire won out, for her thong panties were already damp before she pulled up in front of the block where Donna lived, renting a small apartment on the fourth floor. Oh, dear God, what sort of person was she turning into, what sort of brazen slut had she suddenly become?

Donna was renting an apartment in a 1950s condominium, in a part of town that was less fashionable now than when it had been built, but was still quite pleasant and safe. Cathy rang the buzzer next to Donna’s name, and after she identified herself the door catch was released and she entered the cool lobby. Her new lover (oh, Lord, she should not use such a term, should not think it!) lived on the fourth floor, and was standing in her open doorway ready to greet Cathy as she walked along from the lift. The older woman was reassured by the unmistakeable expression of delight and pleasure on the younger one’s face – she was not forcing her attentions on someone unwilling, who had to go along with it because of being dependent upon her good report. Donna’s smile was too genuine, the sparkle of pleasure in her eyes too unfeigned, for that to be possible, and Cathy’s guilt lessened.

Donna seized her hand and drew her eagerly into the cramped hallway of the apartment – and, as soon as the door closed behind Cathy, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing passionately, their hands running over shoulders, backs, waists and – for the longest while – breasts. Donna drew back after a moment and spoke shakily, her eyes almost glistening with unshed tears.

‘I couldn’t believe it when you rang, I’m so thrilled – and so glad you aren’t ashamed about what we did, you don’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about you ever since, hoping we could make love properly, somewhere really private and with a proper bed – and here you are, it’s a dream come true!’

Cathy’s own doubts eroded in the wake of this statement, due to its admission of both doubt and desire – the very two emotions that she had been juggling ever since their Wednesday lunchtime encounter. The speeches she had rehearsed in her head during the last two days, and even on the way over in the car, all vanished like wisps of mist before a summer morning.

‘Well,’ she said simply, ‘here I am – and I’m all yours. It’s your turn now, you have to educate me!’ Cathy chuckled at the inversion, adding: ‘So, I’m the probationer – and I rather think that you are the “experienced practitioner” we are told that mentors should be!’

Donna kissed the older woman on the lips, and then without a further word led her by the hand into the main bedroom; fortunately, the flat was normally rented to married couples, and so it boasted a large king-sized bed. Cathy stood still, enjoying the delicate fluttering of Donna’s fingers as the younger woman undressed her, and sweetly complimented her on how hot she looked in the denim mini-skirt and white footwear – which Donna, who had something of a boot fetish, was very eager that Cathy should keep on during their love-making. Within a moment, Cathy had lost her jacket, top and skirt, and was standing in just her lingerie and the white boots. Donna stepped back to take a look, and gave an appreciative wolf-whistle which made her older colleague blush like a virgin schoolgirl.

Donna had had enough time after Cathy’s phone call to prepare the room, clearing the bed of its duvet and putting a fresh white undersheet over the mattress, and to choose her own outfit. She was wearing a silk kimono wrap, and now it was her turn to stand quietly as Cathy undid the belt and pulled it open, revealing a very sexy set of lingerie indeed. Donna’s shapely breasts were displayed in a half-cup underwired black bra, attractively trimmed in black lace, and her pussy was barely covered by the tiny triangular front of a floral lace thong with delicate shoestring sides; it was a matching set from Lepel’s ‘Fiore’ range, her favourite designer.

Cathy’s eyes were round with interest and desire, her knees were weak and trembling, and her pussy felt as wet as a gushing faucet. With a tender smile, Donna led the still-nearly-lesbian-virgin to the bed, and they lay down together, arms and legs soon entwining. In the course of the next three hours, Donna introduced Cathy to many of the pleasures that women can give each other as lovers – breast-kissing, clit-rubbing, cunnilingus, mutual 69, scissoring and then, finally, the strap-on dildo. Of course, Cathy’s cunt was no stranger to penetration – she had had quite a normal number of partners as a teenager and young woman, and although since her marriage she had been completely faithful to her husband, they had – and, really, more or less still did have – a regular and satisfying sex life. Her hole had taken cock enough times since she lost her virginity at the age of sixteen for it to have both the capacity and sensitivity – but still she was amazed, slightly appalled, and secretly thrilled at the size of the fake plastic phallus when Donna produced the object from where she had conveniently placed it, just under the bed.

Lying back in the missionary position, her head resting on the pillows and her legs spread wantonly apart, Cathy watch in fascination as Donna buckled the harness around her waist – this took a little adjusting because, intriguingly and something the untutored Cathy would never have expected, the device also had a smaller inner rod – which was actually a battery-powered vibrator – which was inserted into the vagina of the wearer, thus ensuring that both partners received penetrative sexual stimulation. Donna had explained all this, saying it was made by a small firm who specialised in sex toys for lesbians, based in some obscure mid-west town, and it had been a present to her from her last college athletics coach – Cathy’s eyebrows rose, for this made it quite clear that that relationship had broken quite a few rules! The older woman still looked a little apprehensive, as the dildo seemed, well, very BIG and well, yes, very LONG. None of her boyfriends, nor her husband – perfectly satisfactory as he was – was endowed like this, and she was a little intimidated by it.

After spreading some lubricant along the shaft, Donna knelt on the mattress between Cathy’s spread legs. For a moment she stroked the older woman’s pussy, separating the labia and probing the gash between. This was quite soft and wet, for Cathy had orgasmed at least three times already that afternoon – in fact, she had thought the lubricant jelly was rather unnecessary, but hadn’t liked to say so. Still as Donna moved forwards and brought the ridged knob of the dildo to press against her labia, she could feel herself tensing up, and had consciously to will herself to relax. She swallowed nervously as Donna firmly slid the imitation cock into her – its width did stretch her, but in a way that made her feel amazingly filled, more even than her husband at his most ardent.

Cathy’s voice caught in the back of her throat, an indrawn shudder and a trembling exhalation, as the dildo sank further and further into her – my God!! it’s gone in all the way, she thought with shock and a surge of pride. One advantage of Donna’s years of gymnastics was that she had no difficulty in supporting herself above Cathy on her hands and arms, whilst her torso rotated at the hips, pulling the dildo almost out, running it back in again, and repeating that process with a slowly building pace. Cathy had never felt so fucked – there was just no other word for it: she was being fucked, utterly fucked, pussy-stretching fucked, vagina-drenching fucked, coming … coming, coming … oh, holy Mother, fucking COMING, FUCKING COMING FUCKED!!!’

She had almost screamed as she climaxed, the biggest and best one yet – not just of today but, perhaps, of ever.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And that, Cathy thought soberly, leaning against the wall at the busy reunion event, was the problem. She shivered to herself, despite the warmth that was building up in the large gymnasium. What did all this mean? What should she do? What could she do – or not do? Could she even prevent herself from seeking that incredible pleasure again, from beginning a relationship with her young colleague? Christ, she thought harshly, it was next thing to cradle-snatching, the girl was nearly twenty years younger than her – quite forgetting that she had been the prey and not the predator. Cathy felt that she was in a whirlpool, spinning dizzily, and she could not believe that no one had noticed anything amiss with her – not her husband, not her sons, not the Principal or the other teachers.

As her memory dwelt on these two sessions of incredible sexual fireworks, Cathy’s eyes were constantly drawn across the room to the younger woman who had lit her fuses and blown her long-constructed dam so spectacularly apart. Tonight, Donna was a striking figure in a bright red halterneck dress of soft jersey material; it was fitted in at the waist so that it gently flared over the hips, making her slender form appear curvier and more feminine than usual. The dress was quite skimpy, almost too short for an event of this nature, even for such a young woman as Donna, but she carried it off with verve – it was a warm evening in early summer, and the colourful garment seemed natural on the vivacious and captivating young athlete. Apart from the dress, she was wearing only a pair of matching red wedge sandals, and Cathy shocked herself by wondering if Donna had any underwear beneath the dress – for certainly a bra was out of the question with its deep bare back – and then she shocked herself still more, for the very thought that the younger woman might be naked under her short dress sent a wave of pulsating wetness through her pelvis, soaking her panties still more and making her feel almost faint with desire.

As if drawn by an irresistible magnetism, Cathy’s orbits of the room were coming closer and closer to where Donna was stationed, supervising some tables at which 18 year-old student helpers were pouring glasses of bubbly wine for the guests (fruit juices were available nearby, served by some of the 11th graders). Cathy knew that her recent resolution to remain purely professional in her dealings with Donna, and all of her good intentions to end this now, were evaporating like the dawn mist before the rising sun – revealed by the burning heat of her lust for the insubstantial and insincere wraiths that they were. Although Donna was doing nothing overt to entice her, it was evident from the brief glances that she darted in Cathy’s direction that she was constantly aware of where her older lover was. As Cathy drew nearer, Donna became just that bit more lively in her friendly exchanges with the students, her cheeks a little more glowing and her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

‘Dear God, she looks so lovely!’ thought Cathy, torn between delight and despair at her own lack of willpower. There was a spark between them of which only the two lovers were aware, with the rest of the crowded hall dropping away into an indistinct background. Cathy thought to herself: ‘I can’t help it, I don’t want to help it’, and felt a momentary ache beneath her chest, similar to heartburn (which she felt was rather an appropriate term for what was happening). She wondered if she was being drawn like a moth to the candle – would this flame of passion burn her up, would the heat it triggered in her loins turn into a blaze that would consume everything she loved, everything that she had ever achieved? And if it did, would she be able to quench it, to stop herself – or would she even care? With a soft sigh, the older teacher willingly embraced her fate, and walked up to greet her prot?.

With a glowing smile, Donna drew Cathy in behind the serving tables, and the two women leaned against the wall of the gym, in a pocket of quiet where no one could overhear their softly-spoken conversation. Now that she was within inches of Donna, Cathy did not know what to say – her mind had suddenly gone blank. But it did not matter, for Donna said the crucial words for both of them:

‘You want me, don’t you, Cathy?’

The older teacher’s mouth was suddenly dry, and as her heart raced all that she could manage was a wordless nod – but the flush of her cheeks and the hot gleam of her eyes shouted a silent affirmation. Then she managed to force out a few strangled words:

‘I don’t know why, I don’t understand it, I’ve never before … I shouldn’t, I know I mustn’t, but I keep thinking about it … about what we did …’ Then she continued with more resolution: ‘I can’t stop looking at you, thinking about it – and, yes, I do want you, I do want more, dear God help me, I do!’

Donna took Cathy’s hand for a moment and squeezed it reassuringly, smiling comfortingly as if she was the one who was twenty years older and not the other way about. She glanced quickly around – the students whom she was supervising were performing their duties conscientiously and efficiently, and did not really need her constant presence, and she saw that the Vice-Principal (to whom she had made her offer to help tonight, and so who might notice if she was absent) was just leaving the room by a side door with the Principal, their heads huddled together as if they had something important to discuss. Donna smiled in pleased relief, and whispered to Cathy that they would not be missed for a while and should go some place where they could talk … and maybe more, she added with a wicked grin.

‘Do you have the keys for the small gym?’ Donna asked, sweet memories of her seduction of her mentor the previous week hardening her nipples and making her think first of revisiting that field of victorious ecstasy. Cathy was momentarily downcast – she didn’t have them with her, hadn’t thought ahead that far, and could hardly ask one of the other staff now without some valid reason for needing them at this late hour. Then inspiration struck, and she suggested instead that they use her classroom, which in any case would be more private as it was much further away from the reunion event, being on the top floor and near the back of the building. Donna nodded agreement, and told Cathy to slip out first and that she would follow in a minute or two, making sure that no one would associate their departures – fortunately, this was much less likely as the Principal and Vice-Principal were no longer stationed near the doorway to receive the guests.

Cathy’s head was still a whirl of tension and excitement as she walked up the stairs and along the corridor to her classroom – she was moving almost on autopilot, her thoughts turned inwards, and she barely noticed her surroundings or registered the fact that the corridor lights were already switched on. She unlocked her own classroom, which was the second on the left along this wing of ten rooms, and pulled the blind down on the inside of the small window in the door before putting on just one row of the ceiling lights. Cathy took off the four-button jacket of her smart double-crepe suit, the maroon color of which tastefully complemented her shoulder-length dark brunette hair and brown eyes. Her outfit appeared modestly conservative, yet she must have chosen it for its understated but definite sexuality – the slightly nipped-in waist of the jacket made the most of her bust, and the pencil skirt’s Basque detail at the waist and back vent drew the eye to her trim figure and the jut of her still-firm ass. As she waited in trembling anticipation for her youthful lover, Cathy shocked herself again by slipping one hand under her skirt to rub the crotch of her tai brief red panties – what had come over her, what kind of brazen wanton slut had she become?

It seemed to be an age, but in fact was only just over two minutes, until Donna slipped quietly through the doorway. Her smile broadened at the sight of her mentor leaning against her desk, with her skirt pulled up halfway to her waist. Cathy’s right hand was now inside her panties, groping her pussy, but she quickly snatched it out and smoothed down her skirt, blushing with shame. She covered her discomfiture by hurrying over to lock the door from inside, and then turned back to Donna with a sudden lurch in her stomach and a gulp in her throat. The young woman’s face lost its innocent happiness as she realized that Cathy was on the edge of tears, perhaps even of hysterics, and she quickly sat the distressed teacher on her own desk, perching next to her with a companionable arm around her shoulders.

‘What’s the matter, Cathy, sweetie?’ she enquired with tender concern.

The older woman swallowed, and then the flood broke and all of her fear and turmoil poured out. From the partly incoherent tide, Donna deduced that Cathy was bewildered by her newly-discovered sexual interest in women (or, so far at least, in one woman), was lost and afraid in this unfamiliar territory, and most of all was terrified that she would be discovered – destroying not only her career, but still more her marriage and her family. Donna was visibly shocked, and hastened to comfort her. She assured Cathy that there was no question of wanting her to leave her husband, that breaking up a family was the very last thing that she would do. Donna explained that she was not in the market for a partner or even a steady girlfriend; she was not looking for a commitment of that sort at this stage of her life, and just wanted to be free to play the field, to respond to any opportunity for sexual pleasure which presented itself – as this had.

She wiped away a tear that had leaked from the corner of Cathy’s eye in her relief at this news, and her fears – hitherto unvoiced – began to recede as Donna fervently assured her that their relationship was just one of special friends who were enjoying their bodies together purely for fun and relaxation, almost innocently.

‘Really, it’s just an extension of the massage I did, you know – think of it like that, Cathy!’ declared Donna. ‘It’s what’s sometimes called “fuck-buddies”, though I always think that’s a rather crude-sounding term for something that’s, yes, it’s hot, but it’s also tender, y’know? It’s like a relaxation and release that close friends can do for each other, out of kindness … it’s not love, and it certainly doesn’t mean that you don’t love your husband or your family, of course you do, just as much as ever before! This is something different, and I know it’s new for you and that always causes anxiety, but you know most women are actually bisexual – I’m entirely lesbian, of course, but that’s much rarer. Anyway, the point is that it’s quite natural and nurturing to get warm and cosy with your female friends – they reckon that stone age women did it all the time, under the furs, keeping body heat warm that way for the little children, they didn’t have our stupid modern hang-ups about some cuddles and some mutual coming!’

‘Oh?’ breathed Cathy, feeling a great weight lift from her shoulders as she shed her guilt and saw matters in a new light. ‘You mean, this is just like a bit of fun between friends? – but, obviously, we don’t talk to other people about it, right?’

Donna assured her not, and pointed out that doing so would be just like revealing an important secret that you had been entrusted with by a friend. She rubbed Cathy’s back gently, and could not help but stroke around the shape of the bra straps under the elegant older teacher’s thin and silky white ruffle-fronted shirt.

‘Think of it just like meeting up for coffee and cup-cakes!’ Donna concluded brightly.

‘Hmm’, replied Cathy consideringly, warming to the idea. With mischievous pleasure, she slipped off the desk and turned to face the young woman, reaching out and fondling Donna’s breasts through the thin jersey fabric of her dress. ‘Well then’, she giggled, ‘these are the only “cup-cakes” I want to nibble on right now!’, and she gave the nipples a firm tweak. Donna’s expression mixed delight with relief in a wide smile, as she slid off the desk and into Cathy’s open arms for a long, passionate French-kissing session. When they came up for air, laughing and smiling, Cathy remembered a comment in their conversation which had struck her as odd. She was briefly distracted by Donna unbuttoning and removing her silk shirt, leaving her nude above the waist apart from a small and lacy red bra and her necklace of large fake pearls. However, as Donna stroked and squeezed her breasts preparatory to removing the bra, Cathy asked:

‘Donna … umm, oh! that’s nice! … Donna, I meant to say, you said just now that you’re entirely lesbian – but you have a boyfriend, in fact I’ve met him, and aren’t you engaged? Does he … aaah! yes, oh, squeeze them like that, harder, mmm, yes!! … does he know you do this, how does he feel about it?’

Donna lifted her mouth from where she had been hungrily kissing the base of Cathy’s neck, whilst her hands had been roving all over the older teacher’s upper body, massaging and fondling the breasts which she had just adroitly scooped out of their brassiere cups. The young athlete laughed merrily and said that she would let Cathy into a secret, if she would promise to keep it. When Cathy solemnly assented, Donna revealed that both she and her ‘boyfriend’, Carlos, were 100% gay and always had been, and that the pretend relationship was valuable camouflage for both of them – but especially for Carlos, who was just starting a career in professional football; being known to be gay would still be a major problem for him, even in this apparently enlightened age. Donna described how they had met at college through working together on a charity fund-raiser, and had become good friends before they had realised each other’s orientation. When this dawned – partly because they had got on so well yet neither had shown any interest in hitting upon the other – it had been a great relief, and from that reaction the idea had developed of pretending the existence of a relationship to take the heat off them both. Donna explained that they made sure of spending enough weekends together to keep this convincing – to their families as well, as neither had come out of the closet. It was on one such occasion that Carlos had attended an inter-school athletics competition, and had met several Cathy and several other Lauderton High teachers. Donna finished by describing how when she and Carlos met up, they both would bring some good books with them and have a quiet relaxing time, which also gave Donna a chance to catch up with her lesson preparation and marking; the two supposed lovers would make a meal, have a friendly chat, read or watch a movie on DVD, and then retire to separate bedrooms.

‘Don’t worry!’ she concluded, and deliberately quoted the title of one of her favourite films, which Carlos had given her as a birthday present: ‘it’s going to be “a very long engagement”!’

Cathy nodded her understanding and smiled in relief, before reaching behind Donna’s back to pull on the bow tie of her halterneck. Then, taking one side of the undone halter in each hand, she slowly peeled the dress down Donna’s front, in the process revealing her small breasts and their stiffening rosebud nipples. The older teacher felt like she was unwrapping a birthday present – and so perhaps it was, she mused, that this was indeed the first day of her new life, now that she was no longer repressing part of her nature and was a wholly-rounded person. She could be bisexual and enjoy uncomplicated and uncommitted fun with other women, and yet keep quite separate and undiminished her love for her husband and children. In fact, going by the experience of the weekend, she would probably be more fulfilled, more relaxed, and better with Steve in bed – for she had come back from Cathy’s apartment still feeling very aroused, and had almost dragged her surprised husband into the bedroom, where his astonishment had turned quickly to delight as she had first taken his manhood into her mouth and then ridden him hard and long, for their best and most uninhibited sex for a long time!

Cathy was not very surprised to find that Donna was indeed naked under the eye-catching little halterneck dress – with its deep cut-away back, there could self-evidently be no bra, and the naughty young temptress had no panties on either, nothing but a pair of natural-color hold-up stockings. As she admired the slim, fit, attractive and youthful form in front of her, Cathy was struck by renewed doubts. She still could not really believe that a stunning young thing like Donna could possibly want her so much, until the novice teacher explained that she had been initially seduced at the age of thirteen by her first athletics coach, who was then nearly thirty-five, and that her lovers since then had been her other trainers and their friends, nearly all of whom were in the 35-45 age bracket. ‘Of course, I have had some younger lovers – particularly some of the other girls in the athletics squad, and some of the tennis players at college – Christ, they are a bunch of horny dykes, I can tell you! But I just don’t find them as capable, as satisfying, or as alluring – it’s a mature woman who really turns me on, makes my head swim, in fact around forty is what sends me the most, so you see, Cathy, you really are just my type, just perfect for me!’ Donna had affirmed, before burying her face between Cathy’s spread thighs, and making actions speak a lot louder than words – until Cathy’s squeals of orgasm spoke louder still!

Cathy was determined to give as much pleasure as she received – on her weekend visit to Donna’s flat, she had been the recipient of most of the attention, although Donna had fervently assured her that she loved demonstrating lesbian love-making techniques to her. Now she was confident enough to lay the younger teacher’s naked body across her desk, and plunge her mouth into Donna’s vagina whilst simultaneously rubbing her clit with a thumb. The pretty young babe was intensely turned on by the sight of her older mentor’s uninhibited enthusiasm for pussy-worship, and she came both quickly and intensely, gripping Cathy’s hair and rubbing her face against her bucking crotch as she climaxed.

After a short pause to recover their breath, Donna announced with mischievous glee that she had ‘a surprise’ for Cathy. Wearing only her shoes and the hold-ups, she walked over to the bag which she had brought in with her – retrieving it from the security of her staff locker was the reason why she had taken several minutes longer than Cathy to reach the classroom. Donna made an imitation fanfare sound, and then produced from the bag – the strap-on dildo!

For a moment, Cathy was aghast – the sober realism of four decades’ experience of life making her first reaction rather different from that of the girl two decades her junior. Cathy fretted that it might have been discovered, that the bag might have opened and let the lesbian device fall out, with all the questions and trouble that would surely flow from that – although, really, the chances of such a disaster were very remote. Donna shushed her, kissed her lips and cheeks and eyelids, soothing and reassuring her. Cathy’s brief wave of panic swiftly passed, and was replaced by renewed arousal.

‘What are you going … ? Umm, I mean, how are you going to … well, you know, going to use THAT here, I mean … gosh! right HERE, is that what you have in mind?

‘Well’, admitted Donna, ‘I wasn’t expecting we’d be doing it in this classroom, no, I was expecting that we could slip away to the exercise gym.’ She added, with a lustful gleam in her eye: ‘what I had in mind was you holding onto the parallel bars, spreading your legs, sticking your gorgeous sexy ass out for me, and I’d take you from behind!!’

Cathy nearly swooned at the mental image which this conjured up, and her pussy oozed with sexual juices; she made a mental note that they would definitely have to do it that way, in the gymnasium, perhaps booking it for ‘athletic team practice’ after school one day … one day soon! And, after all, the booking would be true – it would be a pretty athletic way to fuck, they sure would be practicing, and she and Donna were certainly dovetailing (or was it cunt-rubbing?) into a very good team … a very close team.

‘So’, said Cathy huskily, her voice hoarse with the anticipation of getting good and hard fucked once more, ‘where do you want me, then?’

‘Everywhere!’ laughed Donna merrily, and she kissed Cathy’s breasts; ‘I want you everywhere, every time I see you, you hot sexy bitch! But, right now, Ms Mentor, it’s time for you to take it from your probationer; so, bend over the desk, take a grip its edges, stick out your butt, and – SPREAD ’EM!’

Cathy was thrilled; no one had wanted her with this much passion and lust for at least ten years – oh, her husband loved her, she was sure and secure in that, and sex had been good between them and still was … well, fairly good, at least … but the fact was that after several years of marriage, and with young kids running round the place (and tiring you out), it became, well, just a little bit predictable, rather routine – whilst this, oh baby! this was anything but routine!

The older woman followed the instructions of her experienced junior, and Cathy’s trim ass was an alluring sight as she positioned herself across her own desk. She let her breasts rest on its wooden top, gripping the further side with both hands and pressing the front of her thighs against the nearer edge. I’m gonna be fucked on my own desk! she thought with amazement and a sparkling desire that wound her mental clock back for at least ten – and maybe twenty – years.

Whilst she had been getting in place, Donna had stepped into the strap-on’s harness with the adroitness of frequent practice, and was tightening the final buckles. Cathy wet her lips, still slightly anxious, as Donna moved purposefully up behind her rump, lining-up the long pink rod of the dildo on the older teacher’s slightly gaping vagina, like a torpedo that was about to the launched. Cathy felt two warm hands take a hold of her on either side, just above her hips, then she felt a firm pressure against her labia, and then – Oh! Fuckit! Fuckit-fuckit! OH, FUCKIT!! – she was entered, so wide and so deep. Ooooohh! she moaned, her head tossing from side to side, as she was taken deeper than her husband had ever gone into her.

Donna pulled the dildo backwards, and Cathy like her whole guts were being vacuumed out with it. As the younger woman drove it in again, far faster and harder than the withdrawal, Cathy gasped aloud. She felt more filled and penetrated than she had ever known before, and it was turning her mind and body inside out. As the young gymnast stepped up the tempo, with the vigour of youth and the supple ease of the very fit, her older mentor clutched desperately at the edge of the desk, as if she was the sole survivor of a shipwreck and was about to be washed away from the only life-raft in sight. And perhaps it was a little like that, as the whirlpool of sexual enlightenment that Cathy had experienced in the last two whirlwind weeks swept her away into new currents, carrying her towards some new harbour that as yet still lay concealed over the far horizon.

Cathy’s mouth was hanging open, and her glazed and unfocused eyes were fixed on the bare wall in front of her. Her hair was unkempt and sweat-soaked, and rivulets of moisture ran down the groove of her spine and the valley of her cleavage. She trembled and shook, her flanks quivering under the impact of each penetration, and yet she strove to arch her hips wider apart, to push her ass up higher in the air by standing on her toes, and in every way to make herself more open and more accessible to this mind-blowing fucking. Her breath was a mixture of deep pants and gasps, mixed with shaky and wailing exhalations. She began to give utterance to broken imprecations and exhortations to go faster, to drive deeper, and to fuck her with complete wild abandon. As her climax started to build from somewhere way below her solar plexus, acquiring the momentum of an earthquake, she began to whimper and plead to be made to come.

Donna knew that the decisive moment was at hand – not that it took a genius to spot this, given Cathy’s broken pleading and lack of restraint – and she also knew what to do. To the older woman’s bewilderment, Donna slid the dildo back and did not immediately reinsert it, instead waiting for an appreciable interval. As Cathy hung on the cusp of climax, her nerves stretched in a near-ecstasy that was hardly distinguishable from near-agony, Donna relished for a few seconds her dominance and her total sexual conquest of this attractive forty-year-old lesbian ingenue. Then, unable herself to resist the erotic charge of the moment, she slid the dildo in again – but not fast, not hard, not with the pace which had been built up previously, but with a slow spearing that felt to its recipient even more powerful, more inexorable, more immense.

‘Oh, aah! Ooooh, yes – aahh! Fuckame, ooohh, fuckame – now, do it now! Fuckame, yes, FUCKAME – NOW, FOR FUCK’S SAKE – NOWWW!!’

The mature woman felt not so much entered as excavated, she had just never felt so fucking penetrated before, never in her whole life! Cathy’s back arched, her ass jerking up in the air and her tits mashing down on the desktop, and her eyes were screwed tightly closed as her orgasm arrived like an express train bursting out of a tunnel. Donna drove the dildo in again and Cathy almost fell to pieces, giving a high-pitched scream of orgasmic shock and then collapsing like a puppet who’s strings have been severed, bonelessly flopping down across her own desk.

Her head was in a daze, exhaustion mixing with euphoria. So this was what she had been missing all those years? How could she gave been so foolish, so unimaginative, so fixed on her own narrow little pathway that she had spared no glance for the fields of wild flowers on either side. Cathy made a silent resolve to herself – with Donna’s help, and perhaps also of other women in whose discretion she could trust, she was going to make up for lost time with a vengeance. Steve would never know, and so it would never hurt him or endanger their marriage – she would simply have more weekend shopping sessions (which he loathed) or evening movie outings to chick-flicks (which he loathed even more – if it didn’t have blood everywhere and a body count in the dozens, it wasn’t a movie worth seeing in his lexicon) with female friends, and if he was at all suspicious and checked with them he would find her telling the truth, and no other male in sight. Of course, none of them would mention that they had never got to the mall, never got to the cinema, never got further than her friends’ bedrooms!

All this passed through Cathy’s mind in an instant, and she began to speculate who else might also be interested in some bisexual – or lesbian – fun and games. She knew almost certainly that the Vice-Principal, Jacquelyn Drake, was in the lesbian category – not from any incident at school, where Jacquelyn was discretion itself, but because just over twenty years ago they had attended the same small college – Jacquelyn being a senior when Cathy was a freshman – and there had been plenty of rumours about the older girl’s tastes, for in those days any overt lesbianism was still a cause of shock and comment to many. Cathy smiled to herself – Jacquelyn was going to have such a surprise when Cathy made a pass at her, in fact Cathy had better take care or she might cause a heart attack! But, handled right, it would be good to have a pussy-friend (this was the term which Cathy had coined for herself) of her own age, as well as the lithe and nimble Donna – for, deep down, Cathy still couldn’t really believe that she was sufficiently attractive to the young woman and that this would last. Of course, mused Cathy, if the Principal … I mean, Lord above, those tits that woman has got, it’s a wonder she can walk upright with that weight on her chest … if SHE was ‘inclined’, wow!, if she AND Jacquelyn would … but, despite an aroused tingling in her pussy, Cathy knew she was really heading into fantasyland here, it was pretty clear that the Principal was neither gay, nor bisexual, but in fact a workaholic married to the job. Still, that left Jacquelyn, and she had always got on well with her … now she could get on even better!

Whilst she was preoccupied with these happy thoughts, Donna rolled her over onto her back and then took her in her arms, and for a few relaxed moments they rested in the friendly embrace of each other’s arms. Suddenly, Cathy stiffened with a return of her old anxiety – there were footsteps in the corridor outside! Dear sweet Jesus, someone was coming!! – but how? why? who could know they were here? She stifled a sob, in her panic forgetting completely that the door was securely locked. Cathy and Donna froze into immobility, and then released their breath with a soft sigh of relief as the light steps pattered past without pausing in their progress. However, the scare had the effect of recalling the two teachers to their senses, and they realised that over twenty minutes had passed. Although they paused for some final strokes of breasts and several quick and sweet kisses, they quickly put their lingerie and outer clothes back on, and brushed their hair.

Just as they were doing so, they were disconcerted to hear another and heavier tread in the corridor, and glanced at each other in surprise. As these also continued on past the classroom, Cathy tiptoed to the door and peeked around the edge of the blind, no longer frightened and with her curiosity piqued. She was in time to catch a good view of the back of Raquel Fuentes as she walked calmly towards the stairs, switching the lights off behind her. Raquel’s classroom was further down the corridor – she must have come up to her room for a break (all of the more senior teachers knew that Raquel hated these reunion events), which explained why the lights were on, although not the other set of footsteps … but Cathy swiftly dismissed the puzzle from her mind. She felt in a state of relieved and satiated euphoria, and decided to head for home – she was still feeling quite randy, and had it in mind to take another hard ride on her husband’s stiff cock, assuming – which, with her renewed confidence in her oral skills, she thought she could – that she could persuade him to be ‘up for it’.

They exited the classroom and walked cautiously together until they reached the main foyer; it was deserted, which allowed Cathy to give her lover a quick squeeze of her ass before strolling out into the parking lot, humming contentedly. Donna was also feeling a pleasant ‘just-been-fucked-real-good’ glow as she re-entered the reunion event, where it seemed that no one had remarked upon her absence. Her first priority was to scan the throng for the Vice-Principal, Jacquelyn Drake; at the age of forty-three, Jacquelyn was still a fine figure of a woman – mature but slender and well-toned, her age not apparent in her figure and only from a closer look at her face. She was the other teacher to whom Donna was greatly attracted, and she was nursing hopes that something might happen there as well. This was the reason why, to the Vice-Principal’s pleased surprise, the newly-appointed teacher had offered to help at the reunion – where, of course, she could know none of the guests. Donna intended to get closer to Jacquelyn, hoping that there would be an opportunity to indicate her sexual availability. Unlike sweet and innocent Cathy’s buried bisexual feelings, Donna was much surer that Jacquelyn was experienced in girl-loving and was quite probably entirely lesbian in orientation – it was a matter of certain glances, certain nuances, and as much a question of when she did not look as when she did.

However, there was no sign of Jacquelyn in the room. Puzzled and rather disappointed – for it would be an anti-climax if such a wonderful evening just dribbled away now – Donna asked Jenny Neustein, the other main organiser of the festivities, where the Vice-Principal was. The busty brunette explained that the Principal had suffered from a bit of food-poisoning or something similar, and so Jacquelyn had kindly offered to give her a lift home; the Vice-Principal would not then be coming back, as it wouldn’t be worth it, it was already time to get on with the clearing up. Donna felt thwarted, but then determined to try her luck – after all, she was on a roll tonight, having just established a secure ‘fuck-buddy’ relationship with the entrancing Cathy. She asked Jenny if she was needed any more – the busty teacher seemed to be rather preoccupied and distracted, but quickly answered no, adding: ‘Off you go, and thanks for helping out – it’s appreciated.’

Donna left the school premises in her small silver-grey Datsun, and drove to Jacquelyn’s house – she had been given the address, just a few days previously. This had been the result of a conversation which she had deliberately initiated with the winsome Vice-Principal, and which after an awkward start had become quite warm and animated. They had discovered that they shared the same reading taste in fantasy and science fiction, even to the point of having several of their most favourite authors in common – Catherine Asaro, C.J. Cherryh, Elizabeth Moon – and they both especially enjoyed Mike Shepherd’s feisty heroine ‘Kris Longknife’. The older woman had warmly recommended the first book of a new author – Peacekeeper, by Laura E. Reeve – with another strong female character, and then, almost shyly, had said that Donna could call round some time if she wanted to borrow it, and had given her directions.

Well, thought Donna, it would do as an excuse: she could say that she couldn’t sleep (ho, hum!!) and had thought of the book Ms Drake had mentioned, and hoped she didn’t mind her calling at this hour? After all, half of the point was for it to be fairly transparent as a pretext, hopefully sending a signal clear enough that the accomplished Vice-Principal would act upon it – or at least, invite her in, where she could make her availability even more obvious. Donna felt that the skimpy and sexy red dress was her lucky charm, and knew that she looked hot in it. She was certain that if she made herself appear the delectable ingenue, an experienced lesbian like Jacquelyn could not resist scooping her up.

However, the Vice-Principal’s house appeared ominously dark and deserted, and when she rang the doorbell there was no response. Donna concluded that it must be taking longer than she thought for Jacquelyn to go by the Principal’s home to drop her off, wherever in the town that was. She was not yet prepared to discard her hopes for more lesbian delights from this sweet summer night, and so she decided to wait for the Vice-Principal’s return and then innocently ring on her door about ten minutes later – this plan was calculated to give the elegant Jacquelyn time to get partly undressed, but not yet to have gone to sleep. Donna parked her car across the street and a few yards further down, under a tree, and switched off its engine and lights. She put a CD of the Rolling Stones ‘Black and Blue’ album from the 1970s – one of her favourites – into the car’s stereo system, with the volume turned down low, and slid down a little in the driver’s seat, rucking her red dress around her hips and slipping her hand inside her panties to play with her pussy whilst she waited in hopeful anticipation.

After only about ten minutes, a car pulled into Jacquelyn’s front parkway, and Donna sat up with interest as the Vice-Principal came round to the passenger’s side and helped the unsteady figure of the Principal to her feet. Just before Jacquelyn unlocked the front door of her house, Donna clearly saw under the porch-light the Principal turn towards her deputy and kiss her passionately on the mouth – and in return Jacquelyn groped Ms McIver’s ample breasts. Donna gasped in thrilled amazement, her head swimming with visions of these two sexy mature women fucking each other, and then she savagely rammed two fingers into her sopping cunt, pistoning them in and out of her vagina in a short and furious masturbatory frenzy, bouncing and juddering in the car seat as she climaxed.

After this, Donna slumped back and shakily caught her breath – oh, what wonders, what joy, what delight! This was truly her evening, she could hardly believe what she had just seen! Not only had it confirmed that Jacquelyn, who was just the age and type to really set her juices flowing, was a lesbian and an active one at that – but also that the Principal was a femme-fucker too, either bisexual or lesbian – but it hardly mattered which. Although Ms McIver was towards the lower end of the age bracket which really rocked Donna’s world, her stunning figure more than compensated for that – the combination of that amazing bust on an attractive woman nearing forty was heaven on earth for Donna, but she had never dreamed that it might be available. She had not picked up even the echo of a hint of sexual interest from her boss, and had reluctantly accepted that the Principal was out of reach, due to being either heterosexual or completely chaste and evidently wedded to the job.

She realised that there was no point in approaching them now – they were probably rolling around in a wild 69, or maybe Jacquelyn was relentlessly ramming a strap-on into the Principal’s cunt – or ass! – from behind, doggy-style; that was certainly what Donna would be doing in her place!! Donna was not disappointed by this, for incredible new vistas of opportunities for sex with forty-plus women were unfolding in front of her. She switched on the car engine, turned up ‘Memory Motel’ (her favourite track on the album) to full blast, and drove back to her own apartment. After entering it, she swiftly undid the red halterneck dress and swept her duvet off the bed so that she could lie on her back on the mattress. With a satisfied moan, she slapped her biggest vibrator into her wet and warm pussy-hole, switching it to its highest setting, and gave herself a series of orgasms as she mentally pictured what she devoutly hoped was happening inside the Vice-Principal’s house. At last, exhausted from her sexual marathon, she pulled the duvet back over her naked body, and fell asleep. On the following Sunday morning, refreshed after ten hours rest, Donna got up, showered and breakfasted. She dressed with care, and shortly after 2.00 p.m. she drove back to Jacquelyn’s quiet suburban neighbourhood.

Inside Jacquelyn’s house, the revitalised and relaxed Principal was sitting in her deputy’s cosy and sunny kitchen, dressed only in a loose wrap which her host had lent her. Moira cradled a cup of Earl Grey tea in her hands as she enjoyed the sight of her new lover moving around the room, admiring both the woman’s figure and her calm methodical movements. Jacquelyn had revealed another unexpected side of herself at lunchtime – she was a very good cook, and had made a delightful light lunch for them both of poached salmon in a lime and dill dressing, with boiled new potatoes, broccoli and minted peas, and a green salad. She had uncorked a bottle of chilled Chardonnay wine – genuinely French, Moira had noted with approval; yes, this woman had style and class. In order to cook, Jacquelyn had put on slightly more clothes, but her trim figure was shown to advantage in denim shorts and a cheesecloth short-sleeve shirt that tied at the waist.

The front door bell of the house suddenly sounded, and Jacquelyn looked up from the sink in surprise – she was not expecting anyone, and had few friends, none of whom were likely to turn up unannounced.

‘Leave it, honey’, Moira suggested hopefully, wanting no interruption to their fuck-fest, but regretfully Jacquelyn shook her head – it must be one of her neighbours, and they could see that her car was in the driveway and the upstairs’ windows were open to let in the gentle breeze – it would be pointless to pretend that she was not at home, and would only give offence. She walked through the house to the front door, and Moira heard a surprised exclamation and then a murmur of voices. However, the Principal was unprepared for the shock that followed, as Jacquelyn returned to the kitchen, looking rather pale and shaken – and was followed into the room by the new biology teacher, Donnatella Bardini! Moira blanched, clutching the thin wrap across her heavy bosom, and looked at her deputy in shock. Jacquelyn shook her head, and said in a toneless voice:

‘She knows that you’re here, there was no point in denying it – she says that she saw us arrive together last night, and kissing.’

Donna realised that her superiors were afraid that she would spread the news of their relationship as sensational gossip, or might even try to blackmail them, and at once she hastened to reassure them. She promised that their secret was completely safe with her, and was sufficiently emphatic and convincing that the older women began to relax.

‘So … what do you want, then? Why did you come?’ enquired Jacquelyn shrewdly.

‘Oh!’ gasped Donna, ‘Isn’t it obvious, haven’t I said?’ She was standing in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a full-length coat that seemed to be a curious choice for a warm summer day – until she undid the front buttons and let it fall behind her. This revealed that the lithe young athlete was wearing a pair of white plastic boots, white traditional stockings and a scarlet suspender belt to hold them up – and nothing else at all!

‘I want you both to fuck me, fuck my brains out!’ she declared, one hand rubbing at her cunt and the other offering up one of her tits – small, but youthfully pert – for their inspection. ‘I think you are unbelievably sexy, both of you – there’s nothing that gets me going more than an experienced woman!’

And then, to the delight of the older lesbians, Donna sank to her knees on the floor – legs apart so that her pussy was still in full view – and held her hands out in submissive supplication. ‘Please, don’t say no – we could have such fantastic times, I’ll do anything you want, take it anyhow you like, please don’t say no!’

Moira and Jacquelyn looked at each other in surmise and delight – what an unexpected bonus, it seemed so auspicious for their new relationship! There was no doubt that Donna was attractive and clearly very, very willing, and they were both turned on by the prospect of enjoying her sweet slim youthful body, and having her service their mature appetites with her tongue, tits and cunt. It was Moira who moved first, setting down her cup of rapidly-cooling tea and decisively swivelling her chair away from the kitchen table and towards the beseeching young woman. The Principal pulled on the tie belt of her wrap, letting it fall open on each side and shrugging it from her shoulders to tumble behind her. Her massive breasts were revealed, their nipples engorged from her arousal, and Donna gasped with delight – they were even more magnificent in reality than in her imagination! The Principal spread her legs apart, and gestured to her tits and her cunt, speaking with mock authority and severity.

‘You’re on probation here too, young lady – I want to see how good you are, before I offer you a permanent position! So, suck my tits and eat my cunt, and make me come for you real good!!’

‘Oh, thank you, Principal, thank you’, gasped Donna, transported with delight, her own vagina gaping open and drooling with wetness. She did not get up, but shuffled forward the few feet on her knees, and then squatted on her haunches and buried her head between her boss’s soft thighs. Her tongue eagerly slid where she had fantasised ever since she had first met Ms McIver – into the Principal’s vaginal cleft. As Donna began audibly slurping on Moira’s pussy, Jacquelyn swiftly dropped her shorts and discarded her shirt and panties, and then moved round to kneel behind the young teacher. The Vice-Principal trailed her fingernails down Donna’s spine, eliciting a moan and shiver, and the lithe gymnast responsively arched her back, thrusting her butt out further and opening her legs wider. This was just the effect that Jacquelyn had intended, and with a lustful expression she gripped Donna’s left shoulder with her left hand and then – using this leverage both to brace herself and hold Donna firmly in place – the older woman rammed two fingers into the younger’s vagina, thrusting all the way home in one powerful and fluid motion. Donna squealed like a stuck piglet – but from delight rather than agony, although she had felt almost split apart by Jacquelyn’s forceful penetration.

As the Vice-Principal began pistoning her fingers in and out of Donna’s dripping hole with almost savage intensity, her boss gripped the young teacher’s head and drew it upwards, away from her cunt and to her huge breasts. Donna needed no more encouragement, and as she felt herself being driven towards a shattering climax by Jacquelyn, she buried her face first into the deep valley of the cleavage between Moira’s jiggling mounds, and then she eagerly sucked the nipple of the Principal’s left breast fully into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and nibbling the surrounding aureole with her teeth. She was rewarded by a groan of pleasure from her normally cool and collected superior, who spread her legs wide apart like the lesbian harlot that she was now revealed to be. Donna gripped Moira’s right breast with her left hand, accompanying her oral attentions to its companion by rubbing and pulling on this nipple, and she used her right hand to thrust between the Principal’s open thighs and to spear her vagina. Moira’s head went back with a throaty scream as she was entered by three of Donna’s fingers, the rise of her chest thrusting her vast mounds of flesh out even more. The Principal began to gasp out incoherent instructions to Donna, all along the lines of fucking her harder and deeper, as Donna’s finger-fucking of her cunt matched the rhythm and intensity of the pounding that the young teacher’s own pussy was receiving at Jacquelyn’s adroit hands. As the moment of climax approached, with both Moira and Donna shaking and shuddering in passionate desire, the Vice-Principal reached forward with her free hand and seized the short curls of dark hair on the top and back of Donna’s head. Jacquelyn rammed the young woman’s face even harder into her new-found lover’s swaying mammaries, and in the heat of lust almost snarled at her:

‘Go on, you cunt, you little slut – do her, fucking do her, take the bitch, take the cow, make her come, make her come hard, make my bitch come for me!!

Such dirty talk was the final straw for both the Principal and the novice teacher, and they simultaneously shrieked and spasmed in the full spate of an earthquake orgasm, with amazingly a jet of cunt-juice squirting from Moira’s pussy to splash onto Donna’s small sweat-coated breasts. The two women almost collapsed, but Jacquelyn was the dominant here and she was having none of this. Still gripping Donna by the hair, she pulled the young woman backwards onto the floor and swung her pelvis over to straddle her, dropping her cunt onto the young woman’s face, which was already wet and sticky with her lover’s pussy-juice.

‘Eat me, you little bitch, you pussy slut – you are ours now, we own you, so you’ll fuck me like I want, when I want … and I want it now, bitch!!’

All of this went to the core of Donna’s submissiveness to predatory older lesbians, and she writhed in transports of ecstasy under Jacquelyn’s body, eagerly thrusting her face against the Vice-Principal’s pussy and driving her tongue between her dark pink and parted labia. Moira was still slumped in her chair, gasping from the pure pleasure that she had experienced – all the sweeter an oasis after her long sojourn in a sexual desert – but she opened her eyes to gaze in joy and wonder at the scene before her. Jacquelyn’s slender back was towards her, her cunt grinding down on Donna’s face, and her right hand still entangled in the young athlete’s mop of curly black hair. This left all of Donna’s lower body exposed and vulnerable, as her legs – attractively displayed in the white plastic 1960s-style boots and the white traditional stockings – were spread wide open, making her pussy very available. Moira got down on her knees between them, and bent her head; as the Principal’s tongue began lapping at her vagina, Donna gave a sobbing gasp of delight that was muffled by the fact that her own tongue was speared into Jacquelyn, as her teeth found the Vice-Principal’s clitoris.

‘Yes, oh… YES! Now, you slut, you dyke cunt, eat me now, eat me NOW – make me come, shit! – I want to come, COME ME NOW!’ yelled Jacquelyn, and then with a grunt she climaxed, sending another wave of female sexual fluids onto Donna’s mouth and cheeks. Moira had also found the young woman’s clit, and only seconds made her back arch as her hips jerked up from the floor, and she climaxed again from the cunnilingus administered by her adored boss.

Out of breath, but blissfully happy, the three women collapsed on the floor together (fortunately, Jacquelyn’s kitchen had a wooden floor which had been warmed by the summer sunshine). Donna was in seventh heaven as she lay between these two wonderful mature females who had so ably demonstrated their lesbian experience and athleticism. To be their fuck-puppet on the weekends and whenever else they wanted her, and in addition to enjoy the sweet pleasures of Cathy Rankine’s new-found bisexuality – nothing could be better than this, she thought, nothing at all!

The Principal bestirred herself after a moment, rolling on top of Donna so that her breasts were pillowed on either side of the young woman’s cheeks. Moira kissed her gently, and then said:

‘Get your breath back, honey, it’s going to be a long, long hot afternoon!’

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Billy expands his harem and mind controls a mother to make her own daughter into her slut!

Converting the Family

Chapter Two: Mommy’s Pussy-Slut

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: An anonymous fan commissioned this story and allowed it to be shared. I merely penned this individual’s outline. Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Billy Purvis

It worked.

I clutched at the remote I modified. It truly mind-controlled people. My body buzzed as I walked through the halls of my college, my black-haired sister, Cali, walking on my right, her round breasts bouncing naked, a look of dreamy enjoyment on her face. On my left, the slender and blonde Vanessa, a senior like my sister, clutched to me, beaming, her blue eyes shining. Her small, firm titties quivered as she shuddered.

They were both my sluts. I’d fucked them both, cum in them both, maybe even bred them both.

A teacher stepped out of the classroom and froze at the sight of the two seniors naked clinging to me. Neither Vanessa or Cali flinched. Not after I gave them orders. They wanted to please their little brother, even Vanessa.

I pointed the remote at the teacher, pressed the record button. “My women can walk around naked,” I said as I changed his thoughts. “You don’t even care. Don’t even ogle them or pay attention to them.”

The teacher’s shock vanished. “Billy,” he said, nodding his head. “Brad, have a good evening.”

Brad, Vanessa’s twin and Cali’s now ex-boyfriend, stalked behind us. He’d spanked his cock while watching me fuck his sister and girlfriend. It was so hot to pound them both while he whimpered there so pathetic.

“Evening, sir,” Brad said as I kept walking. I felt like a million bucks.

And now it was time to dominate my new mother. I’d made Vanessa into my sister, so I had to convert her busty mother and sexy, older sister into my family. My harem needed more members. I had to convert Vanessa’s entire family.

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Katie Banks

The vacuum cleaner roared as I worked it across my living room, humming to myself. Movement out through the large, bay windows the couch sat before, drew my attention. Brad’s car pulled into the driveway. I smiled. Brad and Vanessa were both twenty.

And it would be just be me and my husband. Maybe I should go back to work instead of puttering around the house all day.

I turned off the vacuum cleaner and unplugged it. I was wrapping up the cord as I shook my head. I didn’t feel old enough to have all my children leave. I was in great shape for a woman in her forties. I worked out, keeping my body tight. My blonde hair spilled about my face as I finished wrapping up the cord as I straightened and…

“What the…?”

Through the window I caught sight of my daughter and her best friend, Cali, walking naked with that little troglodyte, Billy Purvis, between them. Cali’s creepy, little brother had his arms wrapped around them both. My jaw dropped. Vanessa clung to him, her hand rubbing up and down the front of his shirt while Cali was groping her little brother’s pants, squeezing his cock.

My mind whirled. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process this. What was going on? Why would my daughter and Cali be naked? Why would they touch that foul, loathsome boy? Billy was disgusting. His hair was greasy. His clothing always stained and rumpled. He spent all his time cooped up in his bedroom. Cali was always complaining about him perving on her, trying to spy on her.

And now he had my daughter naked. She was in public.

Brad opened the door. He was almost subservient, holding it open and almost bowed as Billy walked in with the girls on his arm. The filthy freshman grinned like he had won the lotto, a TV remote clutched in his hand. Both girls had their arms entwined about his.

“Oh, damn, I can’t wait for you to fuck Mom,” Cali moaned, her hazel eyes flashing to me.

“Yes, yes,” moaned my daughter. Vanessa pressed her small breasts into Billy’s side, grinding against him. She was… She was…

I had to say something. Put a stop to this. Had the little troglodyte drugged my daughter and her friend? Did he date-rape them with rohypnol or whatever? I couldn’t just stand here. I had to take control.

“Do you feel how wet I am, Billy?” Vanessa moaned. “Oh, my god, I need to be your cum-bucket again.”

“Yes, yes, our sister makes such a naughty cum-bucket,” moaned Cali.

“I do!” Vanessa whimpered. “Cali, I love it when our little brother cums in me!”

This couldn’t be happening. The room spun dizzy around me.

Billy just grinned at me. “I think Mom would make a great cum-bucket, too. What do you think, Brad?”

“That it would be so hot if you fucked her, Billy,” moaned Brad. “Oh, damn, I would spank it so hard.”

An anger swelled in me. This was disgusting. I glared at that pimply faced, little shit. His grin offended me. His hand was on my daughter’ ass, squeezing it while his older sister rubbed her tits against him, too. Both girls were humping on him now, moaning like… like…

He made my daughter into a slut.

“Billy Purvis!” I snarled and marched up to him. “You stop that right now! I don’t know what you did to my daughter, but I will not put up with it! I’m going to call the police! I know you’ve done something!”

“This,” he said when he pointed the remote at me.

The red light at the front flashed.

“I’m your son, and Cali’s your daughter,” he said as I prepared to grab him by the ear and twist him. I had to discipline my son.

I snagged his ear.

“You want to fuck me and your daughters,” Billy continued, such a disgusting grin on his face even as…

My pussy exploded with lust. I wanted to throw myself at the boy. To impale my cunt on his filthy cock. I shuddered, my fingers releasing his ear as I let out a moan. I had never grown so hot before in my life.

“You find me the hottest man in the world,” Billy continued, his words awakening in me. I moaned, staring at his pimply face. He was short, his hair slick, and his face was… Damn, my son was so hot. I wanted to lick him. I wanted to worship him. “So hot, you don’t need a husband. Right? Don’t need to wear that dumb ring.”

“Why would I need a husband?” I moaned as I pulled my wedding ring off and threw it to the ground. “I have the hottest man in the world for a son.”

“Your pussy is so wet for my cock and for your daughters,” he said. “Just a bisexual, slutty mom.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Such a hot son.”

“Not like Brad,” Billy continued, that red light flashing. “He’s such a pathetic son. He just spanks it while I fuck the women he wants. He’s a little cuckold. A beta male. He doesn’t have his sisters and mother so wet for him. He’s not a man like me.”

I glanced at Brad, who was groping himself, and shook my head. He looked so much like his father, save for his hair. I used to think he was handsome, with that chiseled chin and blue eyes, the face that would melt girls panties and part their thighs. But now…

“Look at you,” I said, sneering. “Why can’t you be more like your brother, Billy. He’s not pathetic. Look at your sisters grinding naked on him. That’s how much of a stud he is! He has his own sisters wet for him!”

“Mmm, he’s such a stud, Mom,” Cali moaned. “I’m so glad you understand.”

“This remote makes everyone understand,” Billy said, still pointing it at me. “Makes girls understand that they need to worship me. Right, Mom. Every girl needs to worship me, especially you.”

“Of course they do,” I moaned. “My son deserves every woman in the world lusting after him.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I threw myself at him, pressing against him, to kiss him. My hands cupped his handsome face. I kissed him, loving the feel of him. My tongue plunged into his mouth while my daughters whimpered around them.

They understood like me that my youngest was such a stud. I wouldn’t have to worry about an empty nest now that I had this stud for a son. My pussy melted as I ground against him. My nipples throbbed. He was so amazing.

“Oh, yeah, Mom,” Vanessa groaned. “Mmm, you’re so hot. I wish I had your tits.”

“I know, you’re are so big,” whimpered Cali. Her hand slid down my back. She squeezed my ass, just the way she should. It felt so hot feeling my daughter’s hand on my butt, squeezing me as I kissed her sexy brother.

I could feel my son’s cock swelling and swelling. He was so hard. His dick throbbed and pulsed in his jeans. He must have the best dick ever. A shaft that has to be loved. My… my ex-husband always wanted something from me and my big tits. Something that only a real man deserved.

I broke the kiss. “I want to give you a titty fuck, Billy!”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Cali, Vanessa, eat yourselves out. I want to watch that while Mom gives me a titty fuck.”

“Oh, yes, I want to eat out my sister’s snatch so badly,” Vanessa moaned. “While you watch!”

“We’ll give you the best lezzie show!” Cali moaned.

“Oh, yes!” my pathetic son, Brad, whimpered in the background. He was lucky Billy let him stick around to watch.

“Just go sit down on the couch, honey,” I purred to my sexy son, my fingers sliding up to run through his lank hair. I shuddered, loving that I was touching him. He no longer disgusted me. Why would he? He was a stud. “Let Mommy love you.”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I love it when you call yourself Mommy. Do it all the time.”

The red light flashed.

“Of course! Mommy will take care of her sexy son with her big tits,” I moaned as he broke away.

My daughters fell on each other. As I pulled off my tank top, exposing my yellow bra constraining my large tits, Cali and Vanessa squirmed around on the ground. They settled into a wicked display of lesbian incest, Vanessa on top, her blonde hair, almost the same hue as my own, spread over her sister’s thighs, hiding her mouth feasting on Cali’s cunt.

Billy set the remote down on the coffee table then pulled off his own shirt. He was so hairy. I’d never liked a guy who looked like a shaggy Sasquatch, but Billy… He was just so hot. He shoved down his jeans as I unhooked my bra, his cock popping out of his graying underwear. Cum clung to his cock along with smears of what looked like pussy juices dried on his shaft.

His sisters’ pussy juices.

“Oh, damn,” Billy groaned as he ogled my large, pillowy breasts. “I want all my women to have big tits like that.”

I shuddered, so happy that he loved my tits. They were big and soft, my nipples so hard. I squeezed them, my hips wiggling in my jeans. His cock thrust out hard before him. I was going to love that cock with my tits.

I had to get naked and love him. I unsnapped my “mom” jeans, as Talia called them, and shoved them down my thighs. The denim rustled as I stripped it off. I had to get them naked. Then I peeled down my panties, exposing myself. I had a thick, golden bush already soaked by my juices.

I had never been wetter in my life.

“Damn, you are just my slutty mom,” Billy groaned. “I always wanted you to be my mom.”

“But I am your Mommy,” I said, sauntering naked to him now. “You’re my sexy son.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Damn, this is hot. My remote is amazing.”

Cali and Vanessa moaned as they ate each other. I wanted to watch them, but I had to please my son. My hands kneaded my tits. I fell to my knees before him and leaned forward. I had never done this, but I knew the principal. My ex-husband was such a needy guy.

“That’s it, Mom,” Billy groaned. “I’ve always wanted to do this. You have the best tits. You’re such a MILF.”

“Mmm, Mommy’s going to make you feel so good,” I said, piling my tits around his cock.

He groaned as I squeezed my hands around them. His dick throbbed between my breasts. I smiled at him and slid my tits up and down them. The scent of cum and pussy rose from beneath my tits. His cock was sticky with my daughters juices.

Juices trickled down my thighs. My cunt melted as I worked my tits up and down him. My son groaned. Pleasure crossed his pimply face. He shifted on the couch, staring at me with such lust in his brown eyes.

“Damn, Mom, work those tits up and down my dick,” he groaned.

“Mmm, yes, yes, let Mommy take care of your cock,” I moaned. “Mommy will make you feel so good.”

He grinned at me.

My nipples throbbed as they rubbed against his hairy stomach. Pleasure rippled from my nubs, shooting down to my cunt. I whimpered, wiggling my hips. His cock throbbed between my tits. I worked them up and down his dick. Behind me, my daughters moaned and gasped as they feasted on each other.

Billy’s eyes flicked from me to my daughters. He had such a grin on his face. It was incredible. This was so amazing. I had such a hot stud for a son. I pressed my tits tighter about his shaft, working my breasts up and down them, loving him. His precum stained my inner slopes.

“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned. “I’m going to cum all over your tits if you keep doing that.”

“Cum on Mommy’s tits!” I moaned. “Do it! Mommy wants that! Mommy wants to just love you.

”

“I do,” groaned Billy, “but I also want to be in your pussy, Mom! I have to be in you!”

“Oh, I want my son back in me!” I moaned, staring at Billy Purvis. Why would he have a different last name…?

“Fuck it!” Billy groaned. “I can cum on your tits later. Ride me! Impale that cunt on me and ride my dick, Mom!”

“Yes!” I howled, my question swallowed by the surge of lust shooting through me.

I straddled him in a flash, pressing my tits into my son’s hunky face. He gripped my breasts and reveled between them as my hands grabbed his cock. I guided him to my pussy, eager for my son’s cock to slide into me again. I wanted him to fill me.

I slammed my cunt down his cock. I groaned as his cock slid into my juicy pussy. My hot snatch clenched around his big, throbbing dick. My snatch gripped his shaft. He grunted into my boobs, his hands squeezing my tits.

“Oh, damn, Mom!” he groaned. “You’re pussy so hot and juicy!”

“And Mommy just loves having her sexy son back in her!” I moaned.

“So hot!” my other son, the pathetic one, moaned. “Ride him, Mom! You’re going to cum so hard on him.”

“Mommy will!” I moaned. “Mommy will cum on her sexy son’s cock! Mmm, just stroke that pathetic, little pecker while I ride your brother’s dick!”

“Yes!” panted Brad, spanking his cock in the background, flesh slapping flesh.

I rose up my son’s cock, my pussy clenching about his dick, worshiping him as I swirled my hips. I stirred my snatch around him, making him groan into my tits. Then I slammed down him, taking his dick to the hilt.

“Mommy!” he grunted.

“Just let Mommy love you!” I groaned. I worked my hips faster, riding him. “Mommy will make you feel so good.”

“You are!” he moaned.

He kissed and sucked on my breasts. His sleek hair rubbed into the inner slopes of my tits. His sticky fingers groped my boobs. I loved it. My pussy drank in the feel of his cock. I rode up and down his girth, my clit grinding into his pubic bone every time I bottomed out on his wonderful dick.

I moaned, the couch creaking as the pleasure built and built in me. This incestuous joy gathered inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was amazing. My thighs flexed as I rode my son faster and faster, my orgasm building and building in me.

This was so wrong. It was incest. And that somehow made it hotter.

“Mommy loves your cock!” I moaned over and over again, my passion rising over my two daughters whimpering in the background. “Mommy wants your cum spurting into me!”

“Yes!” panted Billy.

Then he engulfed my nipple. He sucked hard on it. Just like he had as a… a… I must have nursed him when he was a baby. I nursed Talia, Vanessa, and Brad. I cradled Billy’s head to my breast, my pussy working up and down on his shaft. I squeezed down around him, increasing the friction. He moaned about my nipple. He hummed his passion around my nipple.

I rode him faster. The couch groaned with our passion. He nibbled on my nub. Sucked on it. Every time pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched about his cock. Pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut.

I slammed down his cock. I ran my fingers ran through his hair as my whimpers built and built. It was so hot. I was fucking my son, the hottest guy in the world. My daughters were sixty-nining behind me, and my pathetic Brad was witnessing how a real man, a real son, loved his mother.

“Mommy’s going to cum!” I moaned, riding him so hard and fast. “Mommy’s going to cum so hard on your dick!”

He growled about my nipple, sucking so hard.

His fingers dug into my rump. I slammed down his cock. I engulfed every inch of my son’s amazing shaft. My pussy drank in the stimulation. I knew this was so wrong. I shouldn’t be enjoying my son, but he was so sexy.

I came.

“Mommy loves you so much, Billy!” I howled as my pussy convulsed around his cock, milking him. “Cum in your Mommy’s cunt! Please, please, Billy! Mommy needs your cum!”

“Give it to her!” Brad moaned. “Flood our mommy’s snatch!”

Billy groaned. His fingers dug into my breasts. His incestuous seed erupted into me.

My son’s hot cum fired into my cunt. My head shook from side to side. The pleasure spilled through me as his jizz flooded my cunt. It pumped over and over into me. That wonderful rush of hot jizz.

My cunt milked him. It writhed around him as the pleasure surged through me. My pussy rejoiced as I drained every drop of cum from his balls. I whimpered atop him. Little stars danced across my face as I milked him. I drained his cock.

“Billy!” I moaned. “Mommy loves you so much!”

His mouth popped off my nipple. He grinned at me. “You are such a hot slut, Mom! Damn, that was good.” He smacked my rump. “You are a great fuck, Mom.”

“Mmm, Mommy’s glad.”

“Now, grab the remote,” he said.

I twisted around me. Cali and Vanessa were writhing before us, moaning, gasping, Cali’s finger buried in Vanessa’s asshole. I stretched over them to the coffee table, leaning out over their lesbian passion. My son’s cock softened in my pussy full of his cum, my body buzzing in delight.

I snagged the remote and handed it to him.

He pointed at me. The red light flashed. “You will never use this on me,” he said while I nodded my head. “Now you want to call Talia to live out a fantasy you’ve always had.”

As he spoke, I smiled. I had always wanted to do that to my oldest daughter. It would be so hot. When he finished talking, I went to grab my phone.

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Talia Banks

“Okay, Mom, I’ll be right over,” I’d said twenty minutes ago.

The moment I hung up, I rushed to my parents’ home from my college dorm. Mom sounded so desperate to get me over. I sped, my stomach twisting in fear. I didn’t know what was going on, but it must be important for Mom to tell me to get over as fast as possible. I pulled my car into the driveway, parking behind Brad’s car, and jumped out.

I ran up to the door and burst through it. “Mom, what’s going…?”

My words trailed off. My jaw dropped. That fucking disgusting perv was fucking his sister in the middle of the living room. He was just plowing into Cali, his hairy chest heaving, his pimply face twisted in rapture. Cali’s face was buried between my sister’s legs, eating Vanessa out.

“What the fuck!” I snarled. “Vanessa! Stop that! And Cali, that’s your brother you’re fucking! What the hell is going on?”

“It’s just so hot, Talia,” my brother Brad moaned. I jerked my eyes away when I saw him stroking his cock as he knelt in the corner. “Billy’s such a stud.”

“Where is Mom?” I demanded, my head whirling around. “Is this why she called me over? To stop you four perverts! This is disgusting! Stop this right now!”

Mom walked into the living room naked. I gaped at that. Her large tits looked flushed, heaving as she shuddered. Pearly cum covered her blonde bush and dribbled down her thighs. She looked freshly fucked by… by…

“What is going on, Mom?” I asked, my world reeling. Dad wasn’t home. She had cheated on him with… with… “Are you fucking Billy, too?”

“Of course,” she said and pointed a TV remote control at me.

Billy grinned as he kept fucking into his sister.

The red light at the tip of the remote flashed. Every muscle in my body froze, seized by that light. I could barely breathe. My heart thundered as Mom sauntered to me, such a hungry look in her eye as she stared at me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, Mommy is finally going to make you into a pussy-slut,” Mom purred, her blue eyes glassy. “Mommy’s pussy-slut.”

I wanted to object. To protest. To tell her how disgusting that was. But I couldn’t move. I was rooted in place as Mom walked around me, her eyes flicking up and down my body. Billy grinned, plowing his sister hard, her butt-cheeks rippling. She moaned into Vanessa’s cunt, eating my sister with such passion.

Terror beat through me. If I could move, I would be fleeing. Why couldn’t I even twitch my fingers? My toes? I couldn’t even blink. My eyes burned as Mom finished her circuit of me, licking her lips like I was a piece of meat.

“Mommy’s wanted you to be her pussy-slut for years,” she moaned. Why was she talking so weird? “Mommy wants that cute, sexy mouth eating her cunt, making her cum.”

She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were hot and soft on mine. She nibbled on my lower lips. Her left hand stroked up my halter top to cup my round breast. She rubbed me, tingles racing from my nipple.

I hated that my nub hardened beneath her touch.

“Mmm, yes, yes, Mommy’s going to mold you into being the perfect pussy-slut.” She stepped back and pointed the remote at me. “You won’t run. You won’t leave this house without Mommy’s or Billy’s permission.”

Suddenly I could move.

I darted for the front door. My long legs carried me past the masturbating Brad. I reached the front door and ripped it open. The spring day shone out there. My car was just in sight, peeking out from the edge of the garage. I just had to step outside and… and…

I couldn’t take a step past the threshold. The toe of my shoe touched it, but I couldn’t get past it. I whimpered, my heart pounding in terror. I turned around, staring at my naked mother, such a wicked smirk on her lips.

“You do not have permission to leave, Talia.” She pointed the remote at me. “Now come here and strip naked. Show Mommy that sexy body.”

I… I… Obeyed. I couldn’t help myself. I whimpered and groaned, tears beading my eye as I came back to my mother. That disgusting Billy stared at me with such a grin on his face as he fucked his sister. Cali and Vanessa both moaned, my sister undulating, her small breasts jiggling.

“Strip naked,” moaned Vanessa. “Show Mommy that hot body. And Billy. Our brother wants to see you naked.”

“Yes!” Billy groaned.

“This is all so crazy!” I moaned as my hands unzipped my halter top, drawing the zipper down. I slipped it off, my breasts constrained by a strapless bra with flower prints on it.

Mom licked her lips.

I frowned, my forehead furrowing. This was insane. I can’t believe this was happening. I reached behind me. I unhooked my bra. I couldn’t stop myself. My hands moved on their own. Everyone was staring at me as I exposed my D cup breasts. They jiggled, my nipples so hard, swaying before my mom’s big tits.

“Mmm, yes, Mommy loves your tits,” she moaned. “A pussy-slut needs to have a great set of tits. Bigger tits. Like Mommy’s. But we’ll deal with that later. For now, keep getting naked.”

“Yes!” Billy groaned. “You’re doing great, Mom! Make her into your pussy-slut!”

Mom shuddered in ecstatic delight. Billy did this. Somehow, that nasty troll had… had… made a mind-control remote. I whimpered as I unsnapped my shorts. The zipper rasped. I didn’t want to do this and couldn’t stop myself. This wasn’t me.

It was the remote.

My shorts whisked down my thighs, followed by my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut as I worked my dainty, white panties down, unveiling to Billy’s and Mom’s hot eyes my naked rump and my shaved pussy. This was insane. Billy groaned, licking his lips while my mother shuddered, a look of such raw lust in her eyes.

“What a pretty pussy you have,” she moaned. “Mommy loves it. Do you love Mommy’s pussy?”

“Of course not!” I hissed as I stepped out of my panties.

“Do you love Mommy’s tits?”

“I’m not into girls, and I’m certainly not into my mother’s tits! I’m not a perv like Billy!” I glared at him, his hairy chest glistening with sweat as he fucked his sister’s pussy. Cali whimpered and moaned, her hips undulating, enjoying it.

Mom aimed the remote at me. I flinched, looking away. Maybe if I didn’t see the red light. “But you want to play with my tits. Right now. To kiss them. Suck on my nipples. Love them with your mouth.”

I gasped as my head whipped around. I did want to play with her tits. I couldn’t stop myself. Almost like I was pulled to her by magnets, I lunged at her. I shivered as my hands grabbed her tits. I squeezed them. My fingers kneaded and played with them. I nuzzled my face into them. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing them into my cheeks.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned between kisses on her inner flesh. “Mom! I… I…”

“I know,” she purred. “Just love Mommy’s tits.’

I didn’t want to. I was horrified that I was doing this. My mouth climbed up her breasts, smooching higher and higher. I came closer and closer to her nipples. Her blue eyes stared down at me with such hunger as I nibbled closer and closer.

“This is incest, Mom!” I moaned. “You have to know that. You have to stop this! Use that remote on Billy!”

“Mommy knows it’s incest,” she purred. “That’s what makes it so hot.”

I engulfed her nipple. I suckled at her, loving it, nibbling on it. I put my all into pleasing her nub. I had never done this with a woman, let alone my mother, but instincts guided me. I knew what I liked when having my tits sucked on, and I did it to her.

I hated it. I wanted to pull away, but my mouth felt attached to her nipple. My tongue swirled around it. I caressed her areola, loving the bumpy feel of the ring against my tongue. I whimpered, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Mmm, just like that,” Mommy moaned. “Such a good pussy-slut. You love sucking on Mommy’s tits.”

I… I did. I sucked harder, moaning as my hips shook.

“It makes your pussy so wet to suck on Mommy’s tits,” she continued purring, her voice so sensual. “Makes you hot.”

“Yeah, it does,” Billy groaned.

Mom was right. It did make me hot. I groaned, my hips swaying from side to side. My pussy burned. A molten heat swelled in me. I sucked harder, nibbling on those nubs. I made Mom gasp and moan while my passion swelled.

My cream ran down my thighs. The juices dribbled out of my hot cunt. I whimpered, sucking as hard as I could, my heart thundering in my chest. My body was on fire. I enjoyed my Mommy’s breasts so much.

I sucked on her other nipple. I could do that. I just had to love her breasts. She squealed in delight. I stared up at her, seeing the look of bliss in her blue eyes. My mother loved it. I was making her so happy, and that was making my pussy hot.

“Yes, yes, you love Mommy’s tits so much!” she purred, her voice so throaty.

“They’re the sexiest, tastiest things I’ve ever enjoyed,” I moaned, my body swaying.

“But you know what you love more? What tastes better?”

I didn’t know. How could I love anything more than sucking on her nipples. How could anything taste better than her nipples. They were amazing.

“You love licking Mommy’s pussy more!” she said. The red light flickered at the edge of my vision.

My eyes widened. My cunt clenched. A wave of heat washed through me. My mouth popped off her nub so I could moan, “I do! I’m your pussy-slut, Mom!”

“Mommy!” she corrected. “Mmm, you’re Mommy’s pussy-slut.”

I licked my lips and groaned, “I need to eat your pussy! It’s hotter than playing with your tits, but I just can’t stop.” I squeezed both her pillowy breasts. “Can I eat your pussy, Mommy?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “You always obey Mommy and your brother, Billy.”

“I do!” I groaned even as I fell to my knees before her, my tits bouncing. “I’m your pussy-slut, Mommy. I love eating your cunt!”

Even though I had never done it, I loved feasting on my mother’s snatch. I didn’t hesitate to press my face into my mother’s pussy. Her silky hairs caress my face and cheeks. They were coated in her juices and my brother’s cum.

“You love eating my cum out of Mom’s pussy!” Billy groaned. I shuddered. I did. I had to obey him and Mommy.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Because I’m Mommy’s pussy-slut!”

“You are!” growled Billy. “This is so fucking hot to watch!”

“It is!” Cali moaned, her voice muffled by Vanessa’s cunt. Was Cali my sister? Billy was my brother, and Cali was his sister so… she must be. “Oh, yes, eat Mom’s pussy full of Billy’s cum!”

I did. I had to. Mom’s pussy was the tastiest thing in the world. I didn’t like cum, but it was Billy’s cum, so I just had to enjoy it, too. My tongue lapped through my mom’s wet, silky folds. She had a tart flavor that mixed with Billy’s salty cum. They mixed together on my tongue, Mom’s yummy pussy enhanced by Billy’s jizz.

I feasted on Mommy with such hungry gusto. She had thick labia thrusting out of her vulva, not a tight slit like me. This was a mature pussy. My mommy’s pussy. I shuddered, my cunt boiling as I clutched to her hips, my tongue lapping and licking up through her folds, gathering more and more of my brother’s delicious cum leaking out of her.

“Mmm, that’s it. Eat Mommy’s cunt! Lick Mommy clean!” She shuddered, those huge breasts of hers swaying. Her short, blonde hair spilled about her face as she stared down at me. “Feast on Mommy!”

“I am!” I moaned. “You taste amazing! The best thing in the world! I’m your pussy-slut, Mommy!”

“Her pussy-slut!” grunted Billy. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

“It is!” Vanessa moaned. “Ooh, Cali loves my pussy!”

“It’s so tasty!” groaned Cali. “Oh, Billy, yes, yes, fuck me hard! Pound me. I’m cumming!”

I shuddered at the sound of my sister cumming on my brother’s cock. It spurred me on to make our mother moan just as loud. My tongue flew through her folds. I licked and lapped at her fat lips, loving how they felt against my mouth.

I sucked on those thick labia.

Nibbled on them.

They felt incredible.

I licked and lapped at them. My tongue danced around them. The pleasure surged through me. It was such a wondrous delight to enjoy. My tongue fluttered through her folds. She gasped. Her eyes widened. Her breasts jiggled and swayed, those heaving mounds slapping together. Her dark-pink nipples glistened with my saliva.

I loved her breasts. Loved her cunt. I was my Mommy’s pussy-slut.

My tongue found her clit. I danced around it. My hands slipped around her, grabbing her rump as I devoured her. Mommy’s tart juices ran down my chin. I swirled my tongue around her bud then sucked on it.

“Pussy-slut!” she howled, her eyes widening. “Oh, yes, you’re such a good pussy-slut! Mommy loves it!”

“I love it!” Billy grunted. “Fuck!”

“Yes, yes, yes, dump your cum in me!” Cali moaned. “I’m your whore! Your cum-bucket!”

“Can I lick her clean!” Vanessa howled, her voice also throaty with orgasmic bliss. “Can I, Billy!”

“Yes, you can, you filthy slut!” snarled Billy. “That will make me happy.”

“Yes!” Vanessa squealed. “I love you so much, Billy!”

I shuddered, understanding. As much as I loved Mommy’s pussy, Vanessa loved our pervy brother. I shuddered, nibbling on my mother’s clit. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself, but I had to devour her cunt. It was the best.

My fingers dug into my mother’s rump. I massaged and knead her curvy, plump ass as I feasted on her. She whimpered and groaned. Her body shuddered atop me. Her hot pussy lips rubbed across my mouth. Her juices poured into me.

“You’re going to make Mommy cum!” she moaned.

“Yes,” Billy panted. “Mmm, Cali, lick me clean while Vanessa eats your creampie.”

“Yes!” Cali moaned, my raven-haired sister eager to suck on our hunky brother’s cock. “I’ll get you hard so you can fuck some more.”

“Are you watching Mommy use her pussy-slut?” Mom groaned, clutching at my blonde hair, holding my face to her snatch.

The couch creaked. I pictured Billy sitting on it, arms outstretched, Cali nuzzling between his thighs. She’d lap her tongue up his pussy-coated dick, cleaning off her own juices, reveling in the incestuous bliss of this moment. Then Vanessa would wiggle beneath her so Cali sat on her face. Vanessa would be Cali’s pussy-slut.

Just like I was Mommy’s.

“Yes, yes, yes, watch Mommy, Billy! Watch Mommy cum on your sister’s mouth. She’s such a pussy-slut. She’s loving Mommy’s cunt!”

“Cum, Mom!” Billy growled. “Enjoy your fantasy. You’ve wanted this for years.”

“Years!” Mommy howled.

Mom heaved. Her pussy smeared across my hungry lips and licking tongue. A flood of tart juices poured out of her. I shuddered, the passion pouring across my face. I opened my mouth, sealing it over her cunt, letting her drown me.

My fingers clenched into her rump as she gasped and moaned. She ground her cunt across my face as her tits heaved. Her face twisted in pleasure. I made my mother explode. I was such a good pussy-slut that she was drowning me in her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mommy howled.

“Mommy!” I whimpered and kept licking through her folds. I gathered her hot juices, stroking her silky petals. I brushed her clit.

She heaved. Her tits slapped together. I stared at them with such hunger. Her rump flexed beneath my fingers as she ground on me. Her eyes fluttered. A big smile crossed her lush lips. I just wanted to worship her. She was amazing.

“Oh, yes, Pussy-slut,” Mommy moaned. “Mmm, that was good. But there’s another place on Mommy you love to eat. That you find tasty.”

I pulled my mouth away. She wasn’t aiming the remote at me. Didn’t need to. Whatever she said, I obeyed. Believed. I was her Pussy-slut.

“You’re also Mommy’s Anal-slut,” she said. “You love licking Mommy’s asshole while fingering that hot cunt of yours.”

“I do!” I moaned, my tongue flicking over my lips.

“Damn,” Billy groaned. “You are nasty, Mom. I love it!”

“You just inspire Mommy,” she purred then turned around.

I shuddered as her plump ass appeared before me. She spread her legs apart and bent over, her butt-cheeks parting. Her brown rosette appeared, her puckered sphincter that I hungered to lick. A sour musk rose above the tartness of her pussy.

I smelled her asshole.

I hungered.

I shoved my left hand between my thighs, my favorite hand for masturbating with, and frigged my shaved snatch. My fingers rubbed up and down my sopping folds before I thrust my middle and ring fingers straight into my snatch. I skipped using just one finger, going straight for two. I was too wet to tease myself.

Moaning, pleasure rippling through my body, I leaned forward and nuzzled into her crack. Her plump asscheeks rubbed on my face. My tongue swiped out. The sour flavor grew stronger until I caressed over her sphincter.

My pussy clenched on my plunging fingers.

“Yes, yes, Mommy loves her Anal-slut rimming her!” she groaned.

“Yes, you do!” panted Billy over the sounds of sucking and slurping. “Damn, Cali, it’s not going to take much to make me hard.”

I shivered, feeling my pervy brother watching me worship my mom’s asshole. I had no idea what I was doing. I frigged my pussy with my left hand, rubbed her juicy snatch with my right, and swirled my tongue over her puckered sphincter. I caressed her anal ring, rimming her for the first time. My own butt-hole tingled.

None of my boyfriends had ever done this to me. But it was so nasty. I could taste her ass. The sour flavor pervaded my mouth, making me feel like such a dirty whore. My pussy grew hotter around my probing fingers.

I thrust them faster and faster in and out of my cunt, the heel of my hand grinding on my clit. Sparks of pleasure shot through me. It wouldn’t be long before I was cumming. Mommy moaned, her hips wiggling.

“Yes, yes, yes, now jam your tongue into Mommy’s asshole! Love Mommy’s asshole, Anal-slut!”

I obeyed. I thrust my tongue against her anal ring.

Her sphincter was tight and resistant, but I had to obey her. My pussy squeezed hard about my plunging fingers, increasing the silky friction. My tongue wiggled against her asshole. Her tight ring slowly relented. The tip of my tongue wormed into her bowels.

Then I thrust into her all the way.

“Yes!” Mommy hissed.

I groaned in delight, my tongue fluttering around inside of her bowels, her sour musk covering my tongue. My digits slammed into her pussy, pleasuring her cunt as fast as I fingered my own. I trembled, dizzy with lust.

My orgasm burst through me.

I came hard and fast. Never had solo masturbation or a guy gotten me off this fast. It was all just so hot. I was committing incest. I was Mommy’s Pussy-slut and her Anal-slut. I was just a whore to please her.

I groaned into her asshole as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy slammed through my mind. Stars burned across my thoughts. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy convulsed around my fingers. This incredible ecstasy flowed through me.

I drowned in incestuous rapture.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her asshole as I quivered in bliss. I feasted on Mommy’s asshole and plunged my fingers in and out of her sopping snatch. I was her Anal-slut and her Pussy-slut all at the same time. It was incredible.

“Oh, yes, Anal-slut!” she howled. “Mommy loves how nasty you are!”

“Cum again, Mom!” groaned Billy. “Cum as your daughter, your Anal-slut, rims you!”

“Yes!” howled Mommy.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. They spasmed and writhed just like my own cunt was. My digits wiggled in both our orgasming snatches. More and more pleasure flowed through me, my eyes fluttering as all this wondrous bliss inundated my mind.

Pussy juices gushed out of us both. They dribbled down my wrists. Her asshole clenched around my tongue as she gasped and moaned. Her hips wiggled, her butt-cheeks squeezing around my face. It was amazing. I loved it.

“You’re just the family submissive nympho!” Billy grunted. “You’re my cock-slut, and your sisters pussy-whore. You worship Mom, our sisters, and me with your body.”

“Oh, yes,” Brad groaned. “That’s so hot. You are totally Mom’s slut! Our sister’s sluts. Billy, you are such a lucky guy! I wish I was a man like you.”

I shuddered. This was all so amazing. My orgasm peaked in me. I trembled, moaning into Mommy’s asshole. I couldn’t wait to be a nymph-whore for my brother, my sisters, and my mommy. I would love them all.

The front door opened.

I pulled my face from Mommy’s asshole to witness Dad walking in to the house. He took two steps then his face went pale.

“Katie?” he groaned, his voice choked by the shock of seeing us all writhing together naked.

Where did Dad fit into our new family dynamic? I licked my lips, eager to find out.

To be continued…

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A MILF scientist inadvertently becomes a futa. She’s eager to fuck a mother and her daughter.

Futa MILFs and Their Hot Daughters

Chapter One: MILF’s Throbbing Futa Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

In the basement laboratory, Jolene Harland held up the glass vial staring at the reaction happening in the solution. What had started out as a deep blue liquid was now transforming into a bright, almost hot, pink. The twenty-year-old girl pushed up her glasses with her free hand as she waited for the reaction to come to an end.

The solution settled into that pink hue. An exciting color. The brunette girl shuddered in delight.

“Mom, I think we have it,” said Jolene. She whirled around to her mother sitting at another station taking notes.

Dr. Kayleen Harland pushed back from the desk. The mother wore a white lab coat, identical to the one draping her daughter’s form. It was cinched tight about her waist. A fall of brown hair spilled about her lush and mature face, a ripened version of her petite daughter. The busty woman stood up, her bare calves flexing, the tail of her lab coat swaying right above her knees. Her heels clicked on the bare, cement floor of the unfinished basement. The cinder block walls reflected the sound of her steps.

She took the vial from her daughter’s hands and gave it a critical eye.

“I think you’re right,” she said. “Syringe.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Mom?” asked Jolene. “What if there are any side-effects?”

“There won’t be,” Kayleen said. “This is just what we need. There are so many delicious women on our block.”

A naughty grin spread on Jolene’s lips. “And their daughters, right.”

Kayleen winked at her. “You know me too well.” MILFs and their sexy daughters…

Jolene produced a syringe and thrust it into the liquid. She drew out 25cc of it while her mother undid her belt. She thrust open her lab coat revealing her naked flesh beneath. Her large tits quivered, nipples thrusting fat and pink from her areolas. Jolene bit her lip and groaned her delight, her eyes traveling down her mother’s flat stomach to the brown bush that hid the delicious pussy she loved.

“My inner thigh,” said Kayleen. She lifted her lush and long leg, placing it on a stool. Her pale thigh begged to be touched and licked.

And pricked.

Tapping out the air bubbles, Jolene approached her mother. She brought the syringe to her mother’s thigh. A nervous ripple ran through her. She swallowed, not sure if this would give her mother what they desired or if there would be any side effects.

I want to enjoy Mrs. Holt and her two daughters, too, thought the naughty Jolene.

She thrust the syringe into her mother’s thigh and injected the solution.

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Autumn Holt

My day began like many others, making sure that my two daughters got to their college without killing each other.

“Come on, girls,” I growled to Christine and Anabella. “Get a move on it. Go, go, out the door. You have to get to your classes.”

“Where’s my hairbrush?” shrieked Anabella. My eighteen-year-old daughter tore through her backpack. “It was right in here. Where is it?”

“You were brushing your hair when you were supposed to be eating your breakfast,” I said. “Look to your left.”

She glanced over at the table where her brush lay and snagged it up, a few strands of her black hair tangled in the teeth. She had the darkest hair in the family, too much of her father in her. She thrust all her stuff back into her bag in a haphazard mess and zipped it up, her pigtails dancing. She was a cute thing but already an adult and heading to college.

“You, too, Christine,” I said to my twenty-year-old daughter. “You can text once you’ve reached school.” She drove herself and her sister to their college, my condition for letting her drive one of my cars. “Now, Christine.”

“Just a second,” she said, furiously typing. She had brassy-brown hair, a hue closer to my deep red. Her blue eyes, something all three of us had in common, was locked on her phone, the screen reflected in her eyes.

“Not just a second,” I said. “Now! Your sister is ready—”

“Where’s my phone!” squealed Anabella.

“How did you lose your phone?” I groaned in exasperation.

“Never mind,” she said, pulling it out of her pocket. And then she was texting on it.

I suppressed my annoyance and stamped my foot, my housecoat rustling around me. “Now, girls. I won’t repeat myself. You have to get to school. I’ll snatch that phone out of your hand, Christine, and shove it into the garbage disposal.”

The look my daughter gave me was full of shocked horror. She clutched her phone to her chest and the tight crop top she wore that hugged her plump breasts. “You wouldn’t!”

I arched an eyebrow.

“Fine, come on pipsqueak,” she said, whirling around.

“Just a sec,” Anabella said, typing.

“Now,” Christine said and snagged the phone out of her hand.

“Christine!” shrieked Anabella who flowed after her older sister, pigtails dancing behind her. “Give that back!”

I sighed my relief. At least they were out of the house. I heard them arguing in the garage while the outside door rattled open. Their fighting muffled, so I assumed they were in the car. I headed to the couch and sank down with a groan.

A few minutes of peace before I had to clean the house. Then I could get some work done on my scented candle business. I had to mail out a few boxes on order. I was finally clearing out the inventory I had crammed into my small office. Boxes of Bonfire Delight, Hollyrefic, Cinnamon Daze, and Lavender Relax.

I could use some Lavender Relax after dealing with my daughters.

The silence was wonderful. Being a single mother was not something I had been ready for. Was any widow ready? The insurance paid for the house and—

The growing blare of sirens had me sitting up. They were getting closer and closer like they were coming down the street. I stood up and headed to the window, pushing aside the gauzy curtains to see an ambulance rushing down the street to the end of the cul-de-sac. It stopped before my new neighbors’ house.

Kayleen Harland and her daughter.

I spotted Jolene out front wearing what looked like a lab coat. She was waving her hands, talking to the paramedics. I frowned, watching the commotion. The paramedics pointing at the house, but she shook her head, a bright smile on her lips, her glasses flashing in the sunlight.

Then, at the door, Kayleen appeared. She clutched at the banister for the steps off her porch. She looked unsteady, clutching it like she needed the support. She held her lab coat tightly closed with her other hand.

One of the paramedics came up to her and started examining her. I watched as her blood pressure was taken and they listened to her chest with stethoscopes. Then she signed something on a clipboard and the medics packed up and left.

Kayleen and her daughter went inside.

I frowned, wondering if everything was okay. Nothing stirred and I sighed and headed about my housework, my thought itching at what could have happened. I hummed and started vacuuming downstairs when my phone chirped.

I smiled. I had another order. Today was shaping out to be a great day.

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Mom?” Jolene asked. The girl clutched at her lab coat, her heart beating fast. “You collapsed. I was so scared.”

“You shouldn’t have called 911, though,” Kayleen said.

“What?” The girl bit her lip. “I know it’s not exactly legal what we’re doing, but I was scared. You frothed at the mouth.”

“I think we still had some impurities in the solution. You need to get to school. I’ll be fine, okay? I’ll work on refining it.”

“You sure, Mom?” The girl swallowed and pushed up her glasses. “What if there are any other side-effects?”

“Other than the nice scent in the air, there’s not.”

Jolene breathed in that nice scent. It was lovely. What they were going for. Proof that humans could have aphrodisiac pheromones. Her mother’s sweat glands were producing it. Jolene shuddered and wanted to fall to her knees and lick her mother’s pussy.

“Go, honey,” Kayleen said. “I’ll be sure to write you a note.”

“Fine,” the girl said and scampered off to change into her school clothes. Like her mother, she was naked beneath her lab coat.

Kayleen opened hers and sighed. This was certainly unexpected.

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

Autumn Holt

I was glad to be back from the post office. It was a nightmare today, but my orders had been shipped off to the world. My customers would be happy to have their candles. I had made some money. It was a good day.

I glanced at the new neighbor’s house. Part of me wanted to go down and see if everything was okay, but another part wanted to clean my upstairs bathroom. I hadn’t gotten to it yet and my daughters always left it a disaster.

My decision made, I marched upstairs to do battle.

How did my daughters wreck it so badly every morning? They left their towels and dirty clothes strewn about, a pair of Anabella’s panties hanging from the back of the doorknob instead of the hamper that rested behind the door. I shook my head at that. Makeup lay across the counter along with wads of toilet paper and scraps so sponges. A wring of soaps suds in the sink. The expanded capsule of Christine’s razor blades that she left on the rim of the bathtub.

Whoever said girls weren’t slob never had two daughters.

I waged war on it. Armed with Comet scrubbing powder and Scrubbing Bubbles foaming cleaner, I attacked. I scoured the bathroom and made it fit for human use once more. It was fifteen minutes of furious cleaning, but I did it.

I washed my hands and headed downstairs with the hamper to start the weeks’ laundry. I sorted out our clothing, delicates in one pile—and some of Christine’s panties were really delicate—and started a load of brights. I hummed to myself as I headed out of the laundry room. The girls would be home soon.

Well, Anabella would be home soon. If I saw Christine before she came home to crash for the night, I would be shocked. I was just about to dust some furniture when the doorbell rang. I changed course. It was probably a package. There was always something from Amazon being delivered here. I opened the door.

It was my neighbor. “Oh, hi,” I said. “You’re, uh, Kayleen, right?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, grinning at me. She had this wonderful perfume on, it was almost like Lavender Relax, one of my scent candle aromas. I breathed it in and smiled. It was such a wonderful scent. “It’s… Holt, right?”

“Autumn Holt,” I said. “Are you and your daughter okay? I saw the ambulance there this morning.”

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m just fine,” she said. “I’m just stopping by to say hi. Meet the neighbors. You’re the only one home.”

“Yes, well, I’m a stay at home mom.”

“Lucky you,” she said.

“You?”

“Out of work chemist.”

“Well, would you like a nice glass of white wine. I have this box Zinfandel that, well, it’s not terrible. It’s more than fine, in fact, for the price.”

She smiled at me. “I would absolutely love one,” she said.

I stepped back, letting her flow in. She wore a loose skirt that flowed down to her knees but a very trendy blouse. It was a bright red and wrapped close about the front, a large button on her left hip keeping it shut. It showed off her breasts nicely. They had a jiggle to them as she walked. The skirt was something you’d wear going to the grocery store and the top something you’d wear on a hot date.

Such a weird fashion sense.

Her brown hair swayed down to her shoulders as she strode by, more of her lavender perfume filling my nose. If I could capture that exact scent, everyone would want my Lavender Relax candles. And if she were a chemist…

I had to learn sooooooo much about chemistry. Esters and alcohols. It was so shocking just how much science went into making things smell pretty. It would be gauche to just ask her for help, but if it came up in a conversation.

I swept to the living room, my slippered feet rushing across the carpeted floor. I wore a comfortable pair of mom jeans and an old t-shirt over a sports bra. My red hair was a little mused from cleaning. If I knew I would have company…

But she was a mother, so she would understand. It wasn’t like she were a guy…

It had been so long since I had been with a guy. A momentary wave of loneliness washed over me as I headed into the kitchen to pour us those glasses of wine. I bit my lip and fought against the sudden horny ache that suffused me.

I flipped the spigot on the wine box and out poured the white-gold delight. It had a nice, dry taste to it. I filled up the second wine glass and headed back to the living room. She had taken a seat at one end of the couch and flipped through the photo album I had laying out on it. An old vacation when the girls were little. Disneyland.

She had a smile on her lips but then closed it.

“Oh, no, I don’t mind,” I said, handing her the glass and taking my seat beside her. “Look, look.”

“They just grow up so fast,” she said. “Mine’s already twenty.”

“I have one of those and a precocious eighteen-year-old.” I sighed. “Not sure which one vexes me more sometimes.”

She smiled.

I breathed in that wonderful scent again. It was amazing. I sipped at my wine and shifted my body to face her more. Her breasts rose and fell. Boy, she had a large set of breasts. As big as mine. Maybe bigger. And she wore no bra, her nipples outlined against the thin fabric. They were fat and plump, just the sort that begged to be sucked on.

What a strange thought.

“So, an out of work chemist,” I said. “What happened.”

“Oh, well, my boss thought I was crazy and was wasting ‘valuable company money.’” She sighed. “If you’re not making the company some new patent that will make them billions of dollars, they find a new chemist with a fresh doctorate and pay them half what you make. Then they kick your ass out the door with a six severance package.”

“Ouch,” I said.

She shrugged. “It was a dead end. A trap. They tell women that we can have it all. Man, career, family. But it’s a lie. I don’t know why we thought we’d be better than our fathers. They worked all the time and were never around while our mothers resented it. Now I know why… You got to show the company they own you or…”

“Ouch,” I said. “I never rested my husband working.” I swallowed. “Well, not much. Not enough to be mad about him and now…”

“He left you for his secretary.” She shook her head. “I swear men—”

“He died. Accident at work. Unsafe…” I bit my lip and breathed in that wonderful scent again. It was so relaxing. The perfect lavender. I needed her to help me break down this scent.

“You poor thing,” she said and threw her arm around me. I sat my wine glass on a coaster on the coffee table and let her pull me into an embrace.

She pressed my face into the nape of her neck and rocked me, making a soothing sound. The welling of grief vanished beneath this sudden heat. Her skin was so warm, and she smelled so good. I breathed in again and let out a hot, little sigh. My pussy was on fire. My cunt clenched, the heat soaking through my panties.

She stroked me as I struggled to think, but her lavender perfume filled my nose. I savored it, a smile growing on my lips. This was a heavenly scent. Just a perfect delight to inhale. I groaned, pressing my nose deeper into her neck.

“That’s it,” she said. “Mmm, I’m here for you, Autumn,” she cooed. Her voice so gentle. So sultry. “Just whatever you need.”

“I just miss him,” I said, hardly feeling those emotions. “Especially at night. In my bed all alone. I need a man.”

“Mmm, yes, I understand. Dildo’s just not cutting it.”

I blushed. “I don’t have one of those.”

“Vibrator?”

“No.”

“So you’re only au naturel cock, huh?”

I nodded. I breathed in again. “Your perfume is heavenly. I would love to know its formula.”

She stiffened. “Formula?”

“Of lavender.” I closed my eyes, feeling like I was drifting away. “If I had this exact formula… Oh, the things I could do with it. My candles would be best sellers.”

“They would,” she said, her hand sliding up to my head. She pressed me tighter against her neck. “So you’re lonely.”

“Yes,” I groaned, squeezing my thighs together. This heat swept through me. I shifted my face and stared down her chest at her cleavage. Those large tits, the inner slopes curving together, appeared so inviting. They were so big and soft.

“Horny?”

“You have no idea.” My pussy blazed. It ached. I would have such a huge orgasm if I touched myself. If I fed that wicked and naughty itch between my thighs. Just scratch myself until I burst with orgasmic delight.

“And you only have your poor fingers?” she asked, her hand on the back of my neck. She pulled my face down towards her cleavage. “You poor, poor thing. I think you need something more substantial than that.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as she pushed my face into her breasts.

I didn’t resist her. She smelled too good, and I was sooooooo horny. My pussy clenched as I pressed my face between her breasts. They were so soft. So warm. I grabbed them and squeezed them about me. They engulfed my head. I breathed in that wonderful, lavender aroma.

Heaven.

Perfection.

I let out a heavy sigh, a big smile on my lips. I rubbed my face back and forth as she just moaned her delight. My hands squeezed her boobs through her top. She shifted, one hand still holding my head down though she didn’t need to. Her blouse suddenly felt loose. Like she’d unbuttoned it.

I pushed the cloth away and grabbed her naked boobs. I had never reveled in a woman’s breasts before, never lusted after them. This was amazing. My fingers sank into her softness. My cunt clenched, the heat rippling through me.

It was intense. Insane. Delicious. My entire body blazed with the heat of this moment. I groaned, clenching my twat tight together. My pussy burned with passion. This was so heady. I felt drunk on her presence.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her fingers stroking through my hair. “Mmm, yes, yes, just surrender to what you need, Autumn.”

Kayleen’s words soothed me.

I squeezed her breasts tighter about my face. As I did, my lips brushed her flesh. It was only brief contacts, at first. Then I kissed her. I smooched right on her flesh. My lips savored the taste of her. The pecs became sucks.

I planted a hickey on the inner slope of her tit, a soft brown mark.

I sucked and nibbled and loved her boobs. My tongue licked out. The more I did it, the more I loved it. My mouth rose up her breast, lost to this wonderful delight. I stared up at her green eyes. They had a lovely sparkle to them.

“That’s it,” she purred, her hand gripping my hair. “Just enjoy yourself, Autumn.”

“Yes,” I mewled right before my mouth slid over her hard nipple.

I sucked on her fat nub. Like a baby with a pacifier, I nursed on her. Memories of my daughters suckling at my breasts rushed through me. I groaned, loving this. My soft lips nibbled on her hard nub. I caressed her with my tongue. I did all those things I liked my husband to do to me.

She liked them, too.

She moaned and groaned. Her hand released me, letting me suckle at her. She shifted, like she was lifting her rump up. Cloth rustled. Was she taking off her skirt? I didn’t care. I just nursed on her nipple, utterly lost to this wonderful delight.

I suckled and slurped. I loved her nub. It felt so relaxing. So wonderful. My pussy clenched. This did little to satisfy my horniness, but my loneliness fed on this moment. I sucked as much of her areola into my mouth as I could before my lip popped off with a wet smack.

Then I re-engulfed her nipple and did it all over again.

“Mmm, you know how to suck, Autumn,” she moaned. “I bet you just worshiped cocks with your mouth, didn’t you?”

I froze.

“Yeah, you did,” she said. “I bet you wish you had one to suck right now.”

I whimpered, nodding as I suckled.

“Mmm, how would you like to suck mine?”

I froze.

“And I don’t mean a dildo. An actual girl-cock. A clit-dick. I’m a futanari. That’s a word I learned today.”

Confusion rippled through my lust. I ripped my mouth off her nipple to object that she couldn’t have a cock when I caught a glimpse of something thrusting hard and fleshy from her thighs. I stared down and saw what her bulky skirt had been hiding.

A big, thick dick reared from her crotch. It looked like it to thrust a little lower than it would on a guy and… I could see the folds of her pussy wrapped around the base like it was her clit. Dew gleamed on her curls, her pussy cream.

“No balls,” I croaked, grabbing her girl-cock.

I held her in my hand, feeling the beat of her in my grip. The way she pulsed and throbbed in my hand was amazing. This was a real cock. I felt her heartbeat. It had the same skin over a spongy yet hard core. The tip flared like a mushroom and beaded with precum. And it was big. Way bigger than my husband’s.

My jaw dropped. A strangled moan rose from my throat.

I didn’t fight her as she shoved my head down. I didn’t resist one bit. There was no way I could resist sucking on her girl-cock. Her transformed clit was too wonderful and the lavender scent of her perfume, mixed with the tangy scent of her pussy, overwhelmed me.

I licked my lips then opened my mouth wide. I engulfed her girl-cock. She slid into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her crown. Kayleen let out a long, slow groan of delight as I blew her right there on my couch in the living room.

“That’s it,” panted Kayleen. “Oh, my god, that’s so much better than masturbating my dick. Oh, yes, this is.”

Masturbating her cock? How long had she possessed this? Did that mean I was the first person, besides her, to ever touch it? Blow it?

That had my pussy clenching. This was a virgin cock in my mind. She was a mother like me, mature and gorgeous, yet I was giving her a first. The naughty scent of her pussy filled my nose. A wild aroma.

“Oh, yes, that’s amazing,” she groaned. “Oh, my Autumn, that is just the best. Mmm, you have such a warm mouth, you know that?”

I groaned around her girl-cock.

“I bet your husband loved your mouths,” she purred. “I know I am. Ooh, having a cock and a pussy is amazing. This is incredible. I certainly wasn’t trying to create this, but… Oh, yes, this is perfect.”

I nursed on her clit-dick. I sucked on her, bobbing my head, while my eyes stared down at her brown curls. I could see her pussy through them. The scent of her tangy twat grew stronger and stronger. My cunt clenched while my fingers itched.

Not to touch my own burning pussy, but hers.

I slid my fingers through her curls and brushed the hot folds of her twat. She really, truly had both. This was amazing. I sucked hard on her. I nursed with such passion on her clit-dick, bringing soft moans of delight from her lips.

“Mmm, that’s amazing,” she said. “Having you touch my cunt while blowing me is intense. Oh, the two delights are mixing together.”

This was so wild. So intoxicating.

My digits slid up and down her folds. I pressed my fingertips into her labia, her cuntlips sliding around my digits. A heady rush shot through me. This was amazing. My cunt clenched. The heat rushed through me, a wave of delight that washed out of my cunt. This was so intense to do. I ached so much as I fingered her and blew her clit-dick.

I thrust my digits into her pussy. I sank them into her hot flesh. Her juicy twat squeezed about me. She gripped me. She held me tight. I thrust my digits in and out of her cunt. I loved how she clenched down on me. She whimpered and moaned, her voice echoed through the room, reverberating around us.

“Oh, my god, yes!” she groaned, her twat clenching on me. “You’re going to make me explode. I’m going to—”

The front door to my house banged open.

I froze in mid-suck as footsteps raced from the door slamming shut. “Hey, Mom!” my youngest daughter Anabella shouted. “Ooh, something smells good. That your new lavender candle? I like it.”

I didn’t know what to do. What to say. I was bent over on the couch, a big girl-dick in my mouth, while my daughter just raced by and headed up the stairs without commenting on what she saw, her shoes kicked off as she went, leaving them lying on the floor.

Just how I hated.

“Got homework to do!” she called from upstairs and then slammed the door shut.

“Mmm, she doesn’t pay attention at all, does she?” purred Kayleen, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

I could only moan around her cock. Her hand pressed on my head not letting me up if I wanted to. Because I didn’t. I wanted to suck her clit-dick. I nursed on her again. She groaned, her hand relaxing on my head as I sucked.

As I pleasured her with my mouth.

My thighs rubbed together, my pussy on fire. The heat built and built in me. This naughty ache swelling in me. My clit throbbed. I nursed on her futa-dick with such intensity as I thrust my finger in and out of her cunt. I buried into her juicy twat again and again, loving every moment of this. Every last second of it.

“That’s it,” moaned Kayleen. “Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to drink all my cum, aren’t you?”

I wanted to squeal, “Yes!” but I had her cock in my mouth. So I sucked with all my might. The taste of her salty precum swelled. My fingers thrust deep into her cunt clenching down on my digits. I wiggled them about in her.

She gasped. Erupted.

As the salty jizz fired into my mouth, her pussy writhed around my fingers. She convulsed with passion. Her twat rippled about me. Her flesh sucked at my digits like they hunger for me to erupt in her. Like I had a cock she wanted me to bury in her.

Meanwhile, I gulped down her futa-cum. I swallowed that thick and creamy girl-spunk firing from her clit-dick. Kayleen unleashed so much of her spunk. It was incredible. I felt dizzy just from gulping it down. A heady rush that swept through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes, Autumn,” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so good. Mmm, just drink down all that cum. Yes!”

I swallowed it all down. It warmed my belly. My pussy was on fire. For a moment, I wished I hadn’t sucked down all her spunk. That I had held off. My cunt needed that dick in me, and now she would go soft. It could be an hour before she could fuck me.

Maybe she would eat me out in the meantime…

Her pussy’s convulsions around my digits slowed. I sucked out the last of her cum. I ripped my mouth off her cock and panted. Drool and jizz spilled down my chin. My breasts heaved in my sports bra and t-shirt.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned.

“How wet are you?” she asked.

“Soaking my panties,” I groaned. I pulled my digits out of her pussy. They gleamed in them. “Ooh, why did I make you cum.”

“Because you wanted to drink my girl-cum,” she purred. “And you did such a wonderful job.”

“But I need your cock in me!” I whimpered, too horny to care that my daughter was upstairs doing her homework.”

“You’ll get it,” she purred. “Mmm, why don’t you just drop those jeans. Get naked for me. I want to eat that MILF pussy of yours. Lick the hole that birthed the cutie who ran by. I want to taste the mother before enjoying the daughter.”

“What?” I moaned. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t want to think that she would fuck my daughter. I was too horny to really care, but…

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, letting me push down that twinge of discomfort. “Get naked for me, Autumn.”

“Yes,” I moaned and ripped off my old t-shirt. My boobs bounced in my sports bra.

She licked her lips, sitting there in her open blouse and skirt bunched around her waist. Her green eyes were so intense on me. I peeled off my sports bra and she groaned, grabbing her clit-dick. She stroked her hard cock.

She was still erect.

My pussy clenched.

My big boobs swaying heavily, I attacked the buttons of my jeans. I ripped down the zipper then shoved off the baggy, comfortable pants. They slid off my legs, leaving me in a pair of white panties with little, blue flowers on them.

She bit her lip, looking at me with this look of abject lust in her eyes. She wanted to ravish me. I wanted her to ravish me, too.

I hooked my panties and shoved them down. My big boobs heaved as I unveiled my thick, red bush. The fiery hairs sprang out from beneath the panties, no longer flatten. I had to bend over to shove the panties down, my tits dangling before me.

Her hands grabbed my nipples. She pinched and kneaded them both. She squeezed them. I groaned as she twisted them. Pleasure burst through my body. My cunt clenched with the heat of this moment, my pussy on fire. She tweaked my nipples.

“Mmm, how wet does that make your pussy?” she asked.

“So wet,” I moaned.

She slipped off the couch and knelt before me, her face slid through my dangling tits before she grabbed my thighs. I shifted on my feet, spreading them apart. The spicy musk of my pussy filled my nose. I could smell how wet I was.

With a hungry growl, she buried her face into my bush. The sexy woman licked at my cunt. She lapped at my pussy with hunger. Her tongue felt so naughty. This nimble, wicked thing that lapped over my pussy folds.

I straightened up and grabbed my tits. I moaned, knowing I should be quiet because Anabella was home, but I wasn’t able to control my passion. Her tongue felt so good in me. So wonderful. She thrust it into me, her lips rubbing on my pussy folds.

“Oh, Kayleen,” I moaned as she stirred her tongue around in my cunt. She licked and fluttered that naughty tongue in me. She did such wanton things to my twat. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of pleasure.

“Mmm, what a yummy pussy,” she cooed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Yes!” I moaned.

I glanced down at my digits wet from her pussy. She licked and lapped up her cream, loving the flavor. What did she taste like? I had never even really tried my own cream, let alone another woman’s. I thrust my fingers into my mouth and sucked,

Her tangy taste filled my nose. I groaned, nursing on it. My pussy clenched around her probing tongue while this heady rush shot through me. She tasted so good. My tongue swirled around my digits, cleaning off her flavor.

It didn’t last long.

I slid my digits out, panting. She fluttered her tongue through my pussy. She brushed my clit. Sparks flared from my naughty hole. I groaned at that. My breasts jiggled. I grabbed my boobs, my orgasm swelling so fast.

She knew just how to lick me to drive me wild. Her skilled tongue touched my folds in all the right places. She caressed over my clit, casual brushes as she lathered her tongue across my pussy folds. The pleasure sparked through me.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s good.”

She purred in delight and then latched onto my clit.

My eyes bulged from her sucking. My fingers dug into my tits. I shook them, loving the feel of them. I swayed in place, the pleasure rushing through my body feeling incredible. I groaned as she nursed on my bud. She sucked so hard.

The pleasure built with her ever nurse. I shook my boobs, whimpering. My face scrunched up as I hurtled towards my climax. The heat of her naughty tongue swirled around in my bud. I flexed my fingers. The rapture built and built in me. I would explode in ecstasy.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I gasped.

She nipped my clit with her teeth.

I exploded.

“Kayleen!” I howled.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of my twat right into her mouth. The pleasure rushed through me. An intense delight caused by someone other than me. My juices poured into her mouth. They filled her up.

She moaned as she drank them down. Stars danced before my eyes. I gripped my boobs. I held them tight, my fingers massaging them. The dizziness swept over me. I swayed there, so close to falling. She held me up.

“Mmm Autumn,” she purred. “You ready for my cock.”

“Yes!”

“Bend over the coffee table and I’ll fuck that Mommy pussy hard. I’ll plunder the hole that birthed your adorable daughter… Ooh, this will be amazing.”

I spun around and fell to my knees, my big tits heaving. I bent over the table and pressed my boobs into the glass. I savored the shocking cold on my nipples. I groaned, rubbing my tits into the glass. It felt so wonderful against me.

I trembled. I could feel her girl-cock poised behind me. I hugged the glass table, nipples aching against it. The tip of her futa-dick slid through my bush and pressed into my folds. I gasped at the hot contact.

“Yes,” I hissed.

My pussy lips spread over the crown of her dick. I groaned as more and more of her pushed into me. My cunt stretched so wide open. Her girth was amazing. Her dick slid into my twat. She went deeper and deeper and deeper into me.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “Oh, my fucking god. Pussy feels amazing around my cock. So much better than your mouth. Ooh, yes, yes, I’m going deeper and deeper.

More and more of her clit-dick slid into me. I couldn’t believe how much of her there was. My eyes widened as she reached so deep into me. I quivered on the coffee table as she bottomed out in me. I groaned, rubbing my boobs into the glass, my nipples aching.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, hardly ever swearing like that. But her cock reached so deep into me. It was incredible to experience.

“I know,” she groaned, her futa-dick all the way in me. Her cock throbbed and twitched in my cunt. “That’s an incredible pussy that you got, you know that?”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “You’re so big. Oh, god, why are you so big?”

“I really, really don’t know. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but here we are.” She drew back her hips.

“Oh, my god!” I groaned.

The stimulation was incredible. My cunt clenched down on her withdrawing futa-dick. The pleasure shot through my body. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, loving every second of this. She pulled out further and further. There was so much of her in me.

Then she thrust back into me. She rammed that big dick into my cunt. She buried it hard and deep into me. I groaned at the feel of her. The heat rushed through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, the heat swelling through me. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of rapture.

“Oh, my god, Kayleen!”I moaned, my boobs rubbing into the coffee table. “That’s incredible. You’re fucking me so hard.”

“Mmm, I know,” she purred. “Yes, yes, that’s what you want, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut. “That’s incredible. Oh, my god, yes, yes!”

She slammed into my cunt. She buried to the hilt in me. It was amazing to feel. This hard thrust into my pussy sent rapture rippling through me. I groaned, loving the feel of her plowing into me. She buried into me again and again. Her huge shaft stretched me out.

My toes curled. I whimpered as she kept hammering away at me. My nipples rubbed into the glass, my boobs squeaking across the smooth surface as my body rocked. She pumped away harder. Faster. She buried to the hilt in me.

I groaned, clenching my cunt down on her big dick. She thrust with such might and power into my cunt. She buried to the hilt in me again and again. The pleasure rose in my depths. The heat swelled in me. I climbed faster and faster to my ecstasy.

Her cock stirred me up. She fucked me hard. Fast. She buried that big dick into my cunt with her powerful strokes. I groaned, squeezing my twat around her clit-dick. I savored the bliss of her ramming into me. The pleasure of her burning into my juicy cunt.

“Kayleen! Oh, my god, Kayleen!”

“I know!” she panted. “Oh, god, I know. I’m going to cum in you. Just spurt all my jizz into your cunt.”

“Do it!” I squealed. My pussy craved it. I hungered for this sexy woman to fire all that jizz into me. She and her impossible cock were the wildest things in the world. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. She excited me so much.

I would gush juices. Just have such a mighty climax.

She thrust faster and faster into me. She churned me up with her hard cock. She buried it into me with her powerful thrusts. I whimpered, my cunt clenching about it. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming, my pussy almost going numb.

So big. So thick.

Girl-cocks were amazing.

I breathed in that wonderful lavender perfume she wore, reveling in it as she drilled my cunt. She fucked me hard and fast. She buried into me again and again. Her silky bush smacked into my rump as she rammed that big dick into me.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I was so close. I groaned, my face scrunching up as the rapture swelled and swelled in me. My toes curled. I could feel it coming. The big one that would have my entire body quaking.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, god, Auburn, your MILF cunt! Ooh, your daughters came from this pussy.

“They did!” I moaned. “And now it loves your girl-cock so much. I’m going to cum!”

“Then cum!” she howled.

She slammed into me and I climaxed.

My pussy convulsed around her cock. My cunt writhed and spasmed around the big dick thrusting into me. Waves of delight washed out of my cunt and throughout my body. I groaned and whimpered, my mind melting beneath the onslaught of that big dick plowing into me.

“Kayleen!” I gasped.

“Shit!” she moaned, thrusting deep into me. “You’re so tight. So hot. Pussy is amazing! MILF pussy is the best!”

She erupted in me. She fired her cum into my cunt. I gasped at the feel of her hot futa-seed splashing against my cervix. I felt blast after blast of her jizz pump into me. I groaned at how good this felt.

I quivered there, savoring that wonderful cock unloading all that delicious cum into me. She filled me up with all of her spunk. It was amazing. I had missed this for so long. I felt so full. So complete.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned as my cunt milked out her spunk. “Oh, well, that’s amazing to experience.”

She fired the last of her cum into me. My pleasure hit this wild peak of ecstasy. I floated there as she panted. Her fingernails scratched down my back. I whimpered my delight, pressing my cheek into the cool surface.

She had just fucked me so hard. She had given me what I needed. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I wanted to just lie here forever.

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Anabella Holt

What was Mom watching?

It was so loud. I could hear the moans rising up from the floor. It sounded like two women were just killing each other. I shook my head and struggled to focus on my homework. Math. Why did it have to be math today?

What terrible, loathsome, abysmal person invented math.

“Probably Math Matherson who named the stupid thing after himself,” I muttered.

I stared at the equation, my mind throbbing. I just wanted to finish so I could hang out on my phone for the rest of the evening. There were TikTok vids to watch and Instagram influencers to follow. I had to see what Jaded Janelle was wearing for her makeup today.

And all that was between me and it was that stupid math.

The loud sounds went away. Giving me some peace and a chance to figure this out. I thrust my tongue through my lips and concentrated.

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Autumn Holt

Kayleen ripped her girl-cock out of me.

I groaned as that big shaft left me feeling so vacant. Her seed dripped out of me. It ran down my side. I whimpered at that naughty feeling. My eyes fluttered as I shuddered on the coffee table. I didn’t want to pull away from it.

She rustled in her purse and then she sat a syringe down in front of me. It was full of a pink liquid. “If you want a futa-dick, Autumn, inject yourself with that.”

“What?” I panted.

SMACK!

She spanked my rump. “Your choice. Now I’m off to fuck that sexy daughter of yours that ran off. Mmm, she’s the same age my daughter was when I broke in her cherry pussy with my strap-on. But to do with a cock… This will be amazing.”

I shuddered. I should be mad at what she was saying, but… That lavender scent was so relaxing. I heard her padding away. She climbed the stairs as I stared at that syringe. My own futa-dick… What would I do with one?

I could hear Kayleen padding down the upstairs hallway. A door opened. Oh, god, what was about to happen up there?

To be continued…

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This is the first part of a seven chapter story. I have never been an air stewardess, but if I had this is how I wish it had been. The story is set in the early 1970s; I wasn’t born till 1971, but I have always loved the fashions and hairstyles of that era. Any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

It is a cliche that a significant proportion of male airline cabin crew are gay, but it is less well-known that this is true of the female stewardesses as well. This was all the more the case back in the 1960s and 1970s, when repression elsewhere combined with the racy ‘jet set’ lifestyle of the aircrews to make it an especially attractive career for homosexuals. The result was an international melting-pot of lesbian activity, ignored by the authorities and police.

I already knew that I was a lesbian before I got my first job as an air stewardess, aged eighteen and a half, in June 1970. However, I had very little sexual experience – even in the so-called ‘free love’ liberated days of the late 1960s, finding same-sex partners in a small provincial town was very difficult, even possibly dangerous. By the time I was sixteen, I had realised that boys’ bodies didn’t interest or excite me, but girls’ ones did. Whenever I was watching a TV drama or a movie, I would always be fantasising about the beautiful leading woman actress, and imagining myself in her arms for the embrace in the final scene. I made very careful and tentative overtures to a few of my friends, all on the supposed basis of curiosity (such as, ‘I wonder what it feels like from the boy’s point of view’), but only one girl made moves back in response. Jenny and I had few opportunities, but we managed some kissing sessions and, two or three times when her parents were away and I had a sleepover at her house, we undressed each other, kissed and played with our breasts, and lay naked together on her bed, rubbing our pussies against each other – we really didn’t know what else to do. But then her father changed jobs and they moved to a town about 150 miles away; it was too far for visiting at our ages, and we lost touch.

When I was seventeen, I had a brief affair with a student teacher who was training for a term at our school – how she realised that I was available (gagging for it, in fact) and why she took what was a big risk, I’ve never been sure, but my attractiveness must have played a large part in it. I was quite tall, five foot nine inches, and both slim and curvy. I have striking Nordic looks, maybe thanks to some long-ago Viking ancestor: high cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair which I usually kept out of the way in a pony-tail. All in all, whilst I might not get stopped in the street and offered modelling contracts, I garnered plenty of second glances and wolf-whistles. My open face looked sweetly pretty and innocent, whilst the curves of my tits, waist and ass suggested quite different possibilities. The student’s name was Sharon, and she was aged twenty-two – whilst she wasn’t outstanding, she had nice looks and a neat body, and she was still young, fresh and eager. Her seduction method was fairly crude: she invited me to call at her flat on a Sunday afternoon for ‘tuition’ on a project I was working on, and when I arrived she took one look at how I was dressed (I’d chosen with care: tight pink velvet ‘hot pants’ and a skimpy cheesecloth halter-neck that tied under my breasts – and no bra), and she almost dragged me into the bedroom, slipping her hands inside the skimpy top to squeeze my erect nipples. We made love for a long time that afternoon, with all pretence that I was there for any other purpose completely abandoned. During the rest of the term, I was able to visit her one evening in the week and every Sunday. On the third visit, I begged her to take my virginity, which she did with loving gentleness and a purple plastic vibrator. It hurt for a moment and was tender for the rest of that day, but by the following weekend I was ready for the strap-on, and discovered my favourite position: on my hands and knees, getting doggy-fucked from behind with a strap-on, having my breasts squeezed and then my head pulled back by my pony-tail as I came.

So I had only really had one lover, just for nine weeks, when I left school and began applying for jobs. For years, it had been my ambition to be an air stewardess – my family had taken a few holidays by air, and the sight of the women in their smart but sexy uniforms kept me squirming in my seat for the whole journey, and occupied my masturbatory fantasies for long afterwards. In those days – the end of the 1960s – it was still a glamorous job, as foreign travel was a rare opportunity for most people. Stewardesses were respected and quite well paid, especially compared to other jobs open to school-leaving girls. I didn’t want to be a nurse, and certainly not a teacher, librarian or a secretary – which was about it for the alternatives. So I studied hard to get good grades in my ‘A levels’, and to find out what you needed to know to be selected. I knew that looks were a large part of it, but that you had to have personality and the right attitude; being blonde would help, but not if I seemed like a fluff-head. I applied to several of the large airlines, and got to an interview stage with three – and then, to my great joy, was offered a place in the aircrew training programme of one of the largest companies. I won’t say which one, but it flew short-haul to many European destinations and longer distance to all the other continents, including about ten major cities of the USA.

If I passed through the training course successfully, they would give me a job. I was determined to look my best and do my best, and my enthusiasm and commitment must have shown through. The training centre was on the edge of London, with a large Victorian manor house that was used for the offices and accommodation, and a modern flat-roofed building next to it which contained the training area. There was a complete section of the fuselage of a plane, about thirty rows of seats plus the crew areas and galley, and also some rooms with smaller mock-ups, such as just a few rows of seats on one side only. These were used for early training, so everyone in our group could stand around and see the instructor, and also during the final test. I was quite nervous when this finally came, but the first parts in the big fuselage section seemed to have gone well, and I was more confident as I entered one of the small rooms for the last part of the test.

This was done individually, so there was just me and the two instructors who were examining this part. I was wearing the trainee version of the company’s stewardess uniform, which varied from the actual only in having less adornment and, it seemed to me, being even shorter in the skirt length. The current uniform was a short tight skirt in dark red, with a vent at the back, and it came with matching dark red boots – though for practicality they had no more of a heel than any sensible working shoe. There was a white blouse with a red and white necker, and a light blazer in the same burgundy colour, but edged with white and with a white lip to the pockets; finally, there was a small cap in similar pattern. My two examiners were striking women, experienced air crew, tall and slim, with trim figures and stylish make-up. The one who looked in her early 30s had brown hair streaked with blonde, cut at collar length; the other, who looked a little older, had black hair wound up and pinned with a hair clip. They were also in uniform, but with the shoulder bars and sleeve stripes of senior crew supervisors. The attitude was professional but friendly, brisk but not without warmth. I correctly answered a series of questions on safety procedures and the layout of different types of aircraft that the company flew, and also about the routes and destinations.

This took the first ten minutes of the forty-five minute exam, and then came the first practical exercise. The room had five rows of seats which were set up as one side of an aircraft’s central corridor – the size of the corridor and position of the seats on its other side being marked by white lines on the floor. The younger instructor sat in the aisle seat in one of the rows, and then beckoned me to her. I approached down the imaginary corridor, and stopped just in front of her seat, bending forwards so that I would not have to speak at a volume which in a real flight would be intrusive to other passengers. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said, ‘can I help you?’ She looked at me speculatively for a few seconds and then, as if coming to a decision, she asked: ‘How would you handle it if a passenger did … this?’

I nearly jumped, for ‘this’ consisted of her hand going up between my legs like a homing missile, under my skirt to grip the front of my panties between her thumb and index finger. I was too surprised by this sudden assault to do anything for a few seconds, and then I replied: ‘If it was a man, I would firmly remove his hand and – without making a scene of it – say that doesn’t come included in the ticket.’ But I made no move to remove her hand, which was now tracing up and down the slit of my vagina, pushing the thin material of my cotton panties into its increasing wetness. She immediately picked up on the qualification in my answer, and asked: ‘And if it was a woman … let’s say, an attractive woman?’ I decided to chance it, although with her insistent fondling of my pussy there was really little risk, and I bent further down and whispered in her ear; ‘Ma’am, would you be interested in seeing some of the more private parts of the plane?’ The instructor gave a throaty laugh, and at the same moment with a dextrous twist of her wrist slipped her hand inside the gusset of my panties and probed right into my labia, feeling the openness and wetness. She looked past me to her colleague, who had been watching the by-play silently but attentively, and said: ‘OK, Andrea, she’s in.’

Andrea smiled and nodded, put down her clipboard and took off her glasses, and walked to the door of the room and locked it. Then she strode up behind me, slipped her hands under my armpits to grasp my breasts, and kissed me firmly on the side of the neck. I moaned under this dual assault, and the first woman – I later found out her name was Ruth – removed her hand from my cunt to undo the uniform skirt. It dropped from my hips to the floor and I stepped out of it, kicking it away behind me. Andrea released my breasts to take the blazer from my shoulders, and then she unbuttoned my blouse from behind, removing it and my hat, but leaving the uniform necker. She then unclipped my bra, and that went as well. Next, the two women moved me away from the rows of seats and into a side room which had previously always been closed and locked. It turned out to contain a large mattress on the floor, and I was eased down to this, on my back. With a swift motion, Ruth pulled my panties down my legs and off, and now all that remained of my clothes were the dark red boots and the uniform neckerchief.

At first, the two instructors remained fully clothed. They knelt on either side of me, and each took a breast in one hand whilst sliding her other along my upper thigh to caress my opening. Ruth asked if I was a virgin, and when I shook my head she smiled, and said: ‘That’s good, honey, we can have some real fun.’ They took it in turns to slip their fingers in and out of me, pushing deeper and harder, and my back arched as I felt a climax building. But they were expert girl-fuckers, and paused short of my orgasm. I needed no encouragement to undress them, kissing their lips and then, when I had uncovered them, their breasts and finally licking at their cunts. They positioned me as meat in the sandwich: Ruth lay back with legs apart as I munched on her pussy, whilst Andrea knelt behind my upthrust buttocks, fingering my vagina. She was good at timing, bringing me to orgasm at almost the same second that Ruth gasped and jerked under my oral onslaught, juddering and releasing a flow of her juices onto my tongue. Ruth rolled aside, and Andrea flipped me over to lie where she had been, on my back. The older instructor then straddled me in the 69 position, and we thrust our tongues into each other’s vaginas, searching for the nugget of gold that was the clitoris. Not surprisingly, the adept Andrea found mine first and began to both lick and nibble it, sending waves of arousal radiating through my body. Almost desperately, I pushed my tongue further into her moist crack, and was at last rewarded by finding my quarry. I returned her favours, and within a few moments her pelvis was heaving, and – muffled by the blanket of my pussy – her moans were converted into a series of barking shrieks of ascending intensity.

After Andrea’s orgasm, she stepped off me, leaving me sprawled on the mattress, my face sticky with her cum and my pussy dripping with my own. Slightly dazed, I saw the instructors open a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, and from the drawer remove two strap-on cocks. They stepped into them and buckled them up with practiced ease, and stood over my prone over-stimulated body. I was a bit frightened, for although I had had that brief experience with the student teacher’s strap-on, that was it – and these two items looked monsters compared to hers. They were knobbed and ridged, and had a wicked curve near the tip – they were also very long. I started to give a protesting whimper, that I would never be able to take those, but they paid no attention to me. Ruth positioned herself in Andrea’s former place, lowering her cunt to straddle my face, and I willingly applied my tongue to the opening at the base of the strap-on, where I could see and smell her puckering slit. However, instead of going down into the usual 69 position, she remained upright. This gave ample room for Andrea to kneel between my legs and impale my cunt on her strap-on with one fluid forward thrust. She took a firm grip behind my upper thighs, and began slamming the dildo in and out with sharp thrusts of her hips. Whilst she was doing this, her colleague reached for her breasts and began to fondle and squeeze them – which had the effect of shifting Andrea up a gear in her fucking of my cervix. Not to be outdone, I found occupation for my hands by reaching upwards to find Ruth’s tits and perform the same service on them. For a few moments there was the mingled sounds of my tongue slurping on pussy and the wet slaps of the faceplate of the strap-on impacting on my sweaty moist Venus mound. Then, almost simultaneously, all three of us shuddered into a mounting wave of orgasms, with a variety of yelps, moans and cries. The two instructors finished by French kissing each other, and then they slid off my body and raised me upwards, each of them kissing me deeply in turn.

Amazingly, there was still nearly fifteen minutes of my exam time left, before the next candidate was due. Ruth guided me through another side door, where I found a small bathroom. I took a quick shower, towelled my hair dry, and slipped back into my uniform. Returning to the main room, I was greeted with smiles from the two sexy experienced lesbians. ‘You’ve passed, of course’, said Andrea with a grin, ‘you’re just what we are looking for’, at which her colleague chuckled. They told me that quite a lot of the female aircrew were lesbians, and gave me two valuable pieces of inside information. The first was that if you wanted to find out if another stewardess was open for a fuck, the thing to do was to work the conversation around to the routes she had flown on, and ask ‘Have you ever done the Colombo run?’ I looked puzzled, and Ruth explained that the airline had never flown to that city, and due to a route-sharing agreement with the Ceylonese national carrier, it never would. So it was an effective code: a heterosexual woman would naturally reply no, she hadn’t, whilst a gay woman would say something about how much she had enjoyed it, etc. The other thing they told me about was the ‘Pink List’, which they said they would ensure I was put on. This was a completely unofficial and secret list kept by some gay staff in the personnel crew-assignment office, who did their best to put together all-gay crews if they could (and, of course, all-hetero crews for the majority – partly to avoid frictions, and with the result that the straight crew never realised how many of their colleagues swung the other way). So, for much of my career, the cabin crew that I flew with – male and female – were all same-sex lovers, and we all knew it, which gave us an easy camaraderie in flight and a lot of freedom during rest periods and over-night stopovers. The gay and lesbian cabin crews made sure to reward the office staff by inviting them to their periodic parties – although orgies would be a more accurate description of them.

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In this part, Kelly instructes her sister on the finer points of making love to another girl.

I went to sleep that night secure in the knowledge that I was no longer a little girl but had graduated to a full fledged woman. I was no longer a virgin, thanks to my Daddy, and I had received much more than a sore pussy. I now knew what it felt like to make love with a guy and with that knowledge I would have the confidence to meet my young life head on with no fears.

Well, I might be exaggerating just a little but during the remaining weeks of school, everybody would ask me what was so different about me. I would walk with my head up and look straight ahead knowing what my Daddy had taught me how to make love with the most wonderful man in the whole world, my Daddy. And with that knowledge, I was determined to go forth and experiment with my new found gifts.

I began walking right up to the cutest guys in my class and boldly start flirting with them. I soon discovered that all I was doing was scaring them all off and pissing off all the other girls to boot, so that didn’t work. Then I tried playing it real coy and shy. All that that accomplished was that I was stupid and all alone, so that didn’t work either. So I decided to once again take my problem to my Daddy.

I waited until that night, after I thought my sister Kelly had gone to her room, and went down to the family room where he generally watched TV. But when I got there, he was no where to be found. I checked in the kitchen and in his office down stairs but no Daddy. So I went to his bedroom to see if he was all right. I was just about to knock on his door when I heard a too familiar noise coming from inside.

I carefully turned the door knob and slowly swung the door open an inch or two to see what my Daddy was doing. I saw him laying there but who was under his naked body. Who was Daddy making love with? I was in shock; I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. My Daddy was doing it to somebody else and he was loving every moment of it.

I should have closed the door and ran to my room. It wasn’t any business of mine what my Daddy was doing, he’s a grown man, but he is really putting it to her, whoever she is. I didn’t hear anyone come in so who can it be. It’s just Kelly and me in here and I know isn’t Kelly, or is it? I looked again but couldn’t see who was under my Daddy’s thrashing body. All I could see was the ladies knees sticking straight up in the air and they, they, they looked awfully familiar. I had seen them before. It was Kelly! What’s she doing making love with my Daddy?

I must have gasped or made a noise loud enough to stop my Daddy in mid hump because he turned to see me staring right at him and Kelly. “OH SHIT!” he said real loud and rolled off of my sister as he tried to hide himself from my eyes. My look must have told him volumes and then I slammed the door and ran up to my room.

I was mortified by the fact that I felt betrayed by both of them and that I had been caught spying on my Daddy. I burst into tears and buried my face in my pillow and wished I could pull the world over my head and never see the light of day ever again. I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry any more tears so I just lay there waiting for my world to come crashing down all around me. I wished that I could have died that very night.

I was brought out of my self pity by a soft little knock at my door. “Go away!” I responded.

In a second there was another knock followed by my sister’s voice saying, “Sis, can I come in?”

“No, go away I said!” I repeated.

“I can’t do that Sis. I’m going to come in whether you want me to or not, so you might as well say yes,” she sounded determined.

The door opened but I didn’t turn to see my sister’s entrance into the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and cleared her throat. It took two times of clearing before she started to speak. “Sis, I know you must hate me and I don’t blame you if you do. I didn’t mean for it to happen this time, I really didn’t. I went to Dad’s room to tell him that I thought it was neat about you and him. You know, how he taught you and everything. Well, he said that he really didn’t want to do it because you were so young and everything but I told him that you were a changed girl since that evening. Well he gave me a hug and then a kiss and, well you know what a kisser he is, and then one thing led to another and, well, we did it. It was so great to be with him again until you came in and saw us. Well, that ended that, and I guess that I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that you saw us. But I’m not sorry that we did it.”

Her confession took a second to sink in and when it did, I realized that she had admitted that it wasn’t the first time they had been together like that. They had made love before and she wasn’t sorry about making love to Daddy.

“You’ve been with him before?” I asked tentatively. “When? How long ago?”

“Oh, it was right after Mom died, maybe a couple of months or so. I was walking down the hall to the downstairs bathroom when I heard something coming from his room. The door was closed and as I listened at the door, I suddenly heard him crying. I opened the door to see if he was hurt and he told me that he was. His heart yearned for Mom and that he missed her so much. I went to him and he started kissing me and hugging me and before you knew it, we had our clothes off and he taught me all about loving a guy, just like he taught you the other night.”

I looked on with a blank look on my face. I remembered what he said about teaching someone else about sex and, what did he say, something about it not turning out so well. Did he mean taking Kelly’s virginity?

“How long did it last, I mean you two doing it together,” I inquired.

“Oh about three months I think,” she responded.

“What caused it to end?” I asked, even though I knew it was none of my business.

“I thought that I got pregnant,” she said in an almost matter of fact way.

My eyes must have bulged out of my head when I heard this so she added hurriedly, “But I wasn’t, I was only late. But the scare that it put into both of us made us not do it anymore, well, until tonight,” she added.

“Well, aren’t you worried about getting pregnant tonight?” I inquired.

“Nah, I’m on the pill so I don’t have to worry. He knew that so he just wanted to do it for old time’s sake I guess. Anyway, I’m sorry that you had to see us doing it tonight. Dad is really upset so I told him that I would come up and talk to you. I think that maybe you might want to have a long talk with when you are ready,” she suggested before she got up to leave. “Think about it,” she said closing the door behind her and heading towards her room.

“Oh my God,” I thought. “My Daddy’s done it with both of us now.” I got a strange chill that ran through my body but it stopped down between my legs. I had a sudden urge to touch myself down there and as I got ready for bed and put on my night shirt, I took off my panties, crawled into bed and turned off the light to my warm caress of my finger.

I stayed pretty much up in my room the next couple of evenings, being afraid that I would run in my Daddy alone. I still didn’t want to speak to him yet, I didn’t know what to say so I became a hermit or something, staying up in my room all by myself, well except for my finger. I had learned to rely on that digit to meet my growing needs and I was in the habit of satisfying myself every night.

I was just starting to enter that wonderland of enjoyment on this one night when my sister came through our shared bathroom door unannounced. I was lying on top of the covers and my finger buried between my bent knees and I guess I was moaning a little because when she came bursting into my room, she said, “What’s wrong Sis?”
I was like a deer caught in head lights with my finger up my opening. When she saw where my hand was, she just smiled and said, “Oh, I heard you moaning and thought you were sick or something. Now I know what that noise was.”

I had rolled on my side and had taken my hand away from my crotch. I was beet red from embarrassment and I didn’t want to say a word. She walked over to me and sat down on the edge of my bed. My butt was staring her in the face as I curled up in a ball and then I felt her hand settle on it as she said softly, “Sis, I know that you are embarrassed but there’s no reason to be. I do it all the time. It feels so good. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, really, I think every girl has done it at least once in her life and if she’s got half a brain, she does it every night.”

I slowly rolled over on my back and looked into Kelly’s smiling eyes. She did not move her hand and she had it now on the front of my hip. She smiled and moved it closer to my pussy and said, “Does that feel as good as it does when you touch yourself down there?”

“Kelly?!” I said when she touched my private parts, turning my hips away from her.

“Oh come on Sis, close your eyes and pretend that its Dad’s hand touching you down there,” she said sticking her hand even further down between my legs.

I started to relax as her finger found its way between my lips and sought out my little button. I jerked went she found it as she softly said in my ear, “Now doesn’t that feel good?”

I couldn’t say a word but I wondered what she was doing to me. I mean my own sister’s hand, her finger right on my love button and as she continued to press it into my slit, I was opening up my knees in response. “My god it feels so good,” I thought to myself as I raised my chin up in the air. She scooted herself over in between my legs and bent her head down and I could feel her breath as she started to pant.

I felt her get closer to me and then there was electricity caused from her lips pressing on my pussy and I had to jerk away. But she held my hips and moved them back to her mouth as she once again bent down and kissed me right on my pussy lips. It felt so good that I cried out through my open mouth and raised my hips up to meet her oral assault.

“Oh Kelly, that’s what Daddy did to me that night when we did it,” I moaned. “It feels so good. How do you know what to do?”

She didn’t answer my question but she moved her finger down to my opening and started to move it up and into my hole. I stiffened up a little, not knowing what to expect. I didn’t know if it would hurt or not but as I got aroused even further, I was leaking my juices out of my opening, making it easy to insert a single digit up into my canal.

She continued to suck on my node and she was having great success in bringing me higher and higher. I was straining my neck and grabbing at her head as she nibbled away and then I felt the sensation start to build in my groin. Her finger was pumping in and out of my vagina and her lips were hard at work on my nubbin. I was straining and straining as it built and I thought that I was about to burst. Then it happened.

I felt the rush of fluids escape from my opening as I arched my back and cried out my release. Kelly kept her hungry mouth busy sucking on my clitoris as I humped her finger and raised my hips in an effort to push it further into my hole. I finally went over the top and started to recede down the other side into a state of blissful exhaustion. I collapsed my hips down to the bed as she removed her finger from my pussy and moved herself up to give me a warm kiss.

It felt strange yet perfectly normal to kiss her back on the lips. She got up out of my bed and walked to the bathroom door as the said over her shoulder, “It’s your turn next time,” and closed it behind her.

I was so confused yet happy at the same time. What just happen between my sister and myself? Does this mean that I’m a lesbian? As I curled up in my bed with my knees tucked up to chest, I rocked myself to sleep that night wondering what was happening to me and what had I become.

In school following that incident, I walked around in between classes now looking at girls and well as boys. I would imagine them naked and try to see them in my minds eye as they would look without any clothes on. I had the advantage of actually having seen some of the girls naked before in the shower after gym class so for them my little game was easy. But for others, it was much harder to imagine. There was one girl in my class; she was kind of smallish with long blonde hair that she wore in a pony tail. She didn’t take Gym with us but I always noticed that she wore a longer shirt that came to below her knees. In this day and age, that made her something to look at and wonder about.

Her name was Martha and she was really shy so no one even knew much about her but when I noticed her walking alone one day, I went up to her and introduced myself. She was really nice and we became friends from that moment on. We ate our lunches together and would see each other in third period and after school. I began fantasize about seeing her naked sometimes and wished that she would give me a sign about if she knew anything about sex or not or whether she wanted to learn anything.

One day after school, we met as usual out in front and walked part way home together. She lived in the same direction as we did but not really to close to go over and visit her home. On this particular bright spring day, she happen to mention that she didn’t have to be home until her mother got there and wondered if I wanted to go and do something. I had a wild thought just then so I said, “Well, I’m not suppose to leave the house without asking my Daddy and he’s at work, but you could come over to my house and we can sit around and talk and stuff.”

She thought about it for a second and voiced her reluctance because she wasn’t supposed to go into a home until her parents say its okay. I explained that it would just be me and her so what’s the big deal and if they ever found out I would say that I didn’t know any better.

She smiled and said okay so we walked down our street until we finally made to the house and went inside. I guided her upstairs to my room and she sat on the edge of my bed as I walked over to the closet. I took out some shorts and a tee shirt and started undressing myself right in front of my new friend. The look on her face told me that she was nervous seeing another girl disrobe in front of her but she couldn’t divert her eyes from the sight either.

I took off my blouse and skirt, my shoes and socks and stood there in just my underwear before her blushing eyes. I noticed her discomfort and said to her, “What’s wrong Martha, haven’t you seen another girl in just her panties and bra before?”

She sheepishly looked away and shook her head no. “You mean you’ve never, ever seen what another girl looks like?” I said in disbelief.

“Our church doesn’t believe in looking at anyone else’s bodily attributes and we think it is a sin to even think about it,” she explained with her eyes diverted from my body.

“Well, excuse me for saying it but that seems downright silly to me,” I said with my hands on my hips. “I mean, my gosh, don’t you have to take gym or anything? What about went you go to a public pool and have to get undress?”

She just shook her head no and looked at me with this shrug to her shoulders.

“Well how do you feel about this church law?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve always been taught by my parents that you must obey the laws of the church so I haven’t even thought about it I guess,” she told me.

“Well, do you feel like you’ve broken some church law because I’m standing here in my underwear and you are looking at me?” I asked, setting the trap.

“No,” is all she said.

“Well good,” I exclaimed as I unfastened my bra and quickly took off my panties. “Now you can really see me naked,” I said.

Her mouth flew open and she shrieked out loud, “OH NO! What are you doing?”

“See? There’s no thunder and lightning, there’s no crashing of the clouds, there’s only me standing here in my nothings for you to look at,” I said with my arms spread wide.

She was blushing as she tried to catch her breath but her eyes were right on my little fussy haired pussy lips. She didn’t say a word but just stared at my nakedness.

I walked right up to where she was seated and separated my legs just a little and told her, “You can touch it if you want to.”

She shook her head as she diverted her stare away from my pussy. “Oh go ahead, it won’t bite or anything,” I said.

She turned her head around for just an instant and then turned it back to the side after catching a glimpse of it. “Do you want to feel it?” I suggested boldly.

She closed her eyes and shook her head violently.

“Come on,” I insisted through my building desire. I reached out my hand and grabbed hold of her right hand and forced her to touch my private parts. Her fingers felt like silk on my lips as she tried to pull her hand away.

“Oh please don’t,” she cried through her open mouth. I noticed that she was starting the breath heavily through it and that just made me all the bolder. I slid her finger in between my lips and ran it up to my love button and pressed it hard into it. She was crying now and I was jerking my hips. Then I noticed that I no longer had to force her into caressing my pussy, she was doing it all on her own.

Her eyes were closed and she was crying real tears but her hand was rubbing my pussy lips with greater and greater speed and pressure all by herself. As she continued to pressure her finger into me, she slowly opened her eyes to watch my pussy lips as they separated around her finger. Now she was panting through her open lips and starting to moan just a little as she shifted her weight forward to sit on the edge of the bed.

I was hot for her finger and I was building up to a fast orgasm but I wanted to see my friend’s pussy first. I reached down and took her hands as I stepped back, pulling her to her feet. A questioning look came over her face until I swiveled around and sat myself down in her place and drew her into me. Realizing what I had in mind, she jack knifed her hips and drew away saying, “Oh no, you can’t do that to me.”

I grabbed her by the hips and forced her to come closer. She followed my lead with this sense of inevitability in her eyes but I thought I saw a slight hint of desire that she was hiding in her look. She came forward with her eyes closed as I ran my hands down to her legs. She whispered, “Please don’t,” but her actions indicated her desires were elsewhere.

As I ran each hand up her thighs, she let out a whimper but I noticed an involuntary spreading of her legs but when I commanded her to hold up her skirt and she obeyed, I knew that I was about to treat my eyes to a glorious view.

She held up her skirt allowing me to use both hand to slowly remove her cotton panties. Down over her hips they traveled until I could see what I wanted to see; her blonde hair covered little pubic mound staring me right in the eye. She cried out her protest but made no effort to cover herself.

I bent forward and took in her feminine aroma that was emanating from her flowing juices and then I stuck out my hand and cupped her entire Mons area in my palm. She shrunk away from my touch as she cried out loud for me to stop, but she just as soon pressed her hips forward and started to breathe heavily through her open mouth.

I slipped my finger into her slit and soon found her clitoris hiding under its hood and when I touched it, she shrieked and threw herself into my finger with madness. I was sliding my finger up and down her slit, rubbing her into a state of complete desire and madness and the closer she got to her release, the more vocal her cries became.

“Oh please stop, on no! What are you doing to me? I’m feeling so funny, I feel like I’m about to faint. Oh please stop!” she cried.

I just increased the pace of my finger and just as she was about ready to explode, I shifted it up into her opening and she screamed and placed herself over me and lay on her back with her knees in the air and her panties around her ankles. I threw myself down on top of her and found her clitoris once again as she writhed around under me. My knee went up to her crotch and as it crushed into my finger she started to raise her hips off of the bed and she screamed out her release.

I had to find my own release so I found my own little hooded node and started to work it over with avenges. Soon I was humping my own hand asmy knee when into Martha’s crotch and we each found a since of relief in our orgasms.

We rested there for a long time but she were in such a daze that when she finally came to her senses, she just stood up, pulled up her panties and headed for the door.

I rolled to my side and told her, “Thank you Martha for coming over today. I had fun did you?” She just turned and walked out of my room and down the stairs.

I thought for the longest time about what I did to the poor girl and no wonder she never really talked to me again. I hoped that she would have had a moment to think about what we stared that afternoon and tell me “Thank you for teaching me some stuff,” but I guess that that was too much to hope for because she never did and I felt a little sad.

But later that afternoon, I did have a visit from Kelley. She waited until Martha had left and came over through our bathroom and said, “Well, Sissy, you really did it this time. Do you really think that she will ever want to speak to you again?”

I covered my nakedness with the covers and asked her, “How much did you see?”

“Enough,” she answered. “Just enough to tell you that you can’t force people to meet your own desires. I mean, if you had been a guy, then she could file rape charges against you. My God, Sis, what did you think you were doing anyway?”

It hit me like a ton of bricks and I began to cry. “I don’t know,” I wailed. “Ever sense you touched me that night I’ve had this uncontrollable urge to touch someone else and have that person touch me down there. I think about it all the time! I dream about it and fantasize about it and I guess that I just got to a point that I wanted it so bad that I had to have it, no matter what.”

She looked deep into my eyes with this feeling of remorse showing through her own and then she came over to my bed, reached down and pulled off her shirt, undid her shorts and lay down next to me under the covers.

“Well,” she said, “since I started this thing a think it about time that I finished it. Go ahead and do what you want to me; I’m yours.”

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Twin sisters explore each other…

Leah’s twin daughters, Andrea and Dannielle, couldn’t have been more different. Even though they were identical, they were complete opposites. Andrea was very girly. She loved makeup, spa treatments, and shiny dresses. Dannielle, however, enjoyed soccer, burping, and sports bras.

Despite their significant differences, Andrea and Dani were best friends. They did everything together. Andrea went to all of Dani’s soccer games, and Dani tried to contain her laughter whenever she went shopping with Andrea. Leah never suspected anything unusual going on between the girls, and this heightened her surprise when she found her two beautiful daughters together doing the unthinkable…

When Andrea was 13 years old, her tits were budding, her pussy was growing hair and she was just as confused about these changes as her sister was. Andrea confronted Dani one day, desperate for help from the person she trusted most.

“Hey Dani. Uhm, do you ever get, like, a tingle? You know, down there?”

Dannielle stared at her sister. She couldn’t believe that she was actually asking her this. For months, Dani had stared at Andrea’s ass whenever she wasn’t looking, and she even caught a glimpse down her shirt a couple times. Oh, she wanted her badly, and she felt she had her chance.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I like it, don’t you?”

“Well, I don’t know. What am I supposed to do? It doesn’t stop. I try moving around or reading, but nothing helps.”

“You ever tried touching it?”

Andrea gasped. That sounded so dirty to her; she couldn’t imagine doing such a nasty thing to herself.

“Dannielle! That’s gross! You touch yourself?”

“Yeah! It feels really good. I do it while you’re sleeping. I figured you did that, too.”

“Am I supposed to?” Even though Andrea had already had her first kiss, she was clueless when it came to sex. Hearing about how much experience Dani had with herself was making her ‘tingle’.

“What do I do to make it feel good?”

Dani couldn’t believe it! Her sexy sister wanted her to teach her how to rub her pussy. It was the hottest thing she could imagine.

“Maybe… Maybe I can show you.”

“Eww! Dani, that’s so gross!”

“Is it? We’re identical twins! It’d be like looking at yourself; it’s not dirty.”

Andrea pondered. The tingling was getting stronger in her untouched and innocent pussy and she started becoming even more excited at the thought of seeing her sister do naughty things to herself.

“Well, okay. But we can’t tell mom and we aren’t going to do it again!”

The girls ran up to their bedroom where they slammed and locked the door. Dani told Andrea to sit on the end of her bed and Dani sat down beside her.

“Ready?”

“Mhmm.” Andrea gulped.

Dank stood up and slipped out of her blue shorts and polka dot underwear. She lay them aside so that Andrea could see the wet spot in her panties. She pulled her shirt over her head to reveal two puffy pink circles atop small round bumps.

Andrea stared at the glistening and tempting triangle before her. Dani climbed onto the bed once again and leaned all the way back. Andrea had a perfect view as Dani spread her legs and revealed her pink parts to her salivating twin sister.

“First I see how wet I am.” Dani accordingly moved her hand down her stomach and over her pussy, where she wiggled her finger around her slit as she gathered up her juices.

“If I don’t feel wet enough, I spit on my hand and rub it in. Right now I’m really wet, probably because you’re watching.”

“Is that bad?”

“It means I like it.” Andrea blushed, but kept staring as her sister moved her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers.

“Does it taste good?”

“I think it does. Well, now I find my clit. That’s a little circle that hides sometimes, but when it comes out I touch it and it feels really good.”

Dani felt around for her clit and gasped as soon as she made contact. She slowly rubbed her juice over her large, hard clit and began moving her hand slowly around it.

“If you want to do it a long time, rub slowly. If you want to squirt quickly, rub fast and hard.”

“Squirt? You mean stuff comes out of there?!”

“Yep. It’s like water. It happens when I make myself feel good. That means I’m done and I can sleep. I bet it’ll happen to you, too, if you try.”

Once the surprise wore off, Andrea became desperate to see her sister squirt. It sounded scary and wonderful to her.

“Dani, make it happen fast. I want to see.”

“You want to see your sister make her pussy squirt?”

“Y-yes.”

“Say it.”

“I, I want to see my sister’s pussy squirt.”

Dani rubbed faster on her swollen clit. She started breathing faster and within seconds her small frame was convulsing as she stared into her sister’s eyes.

Andrea, confused, thought something was wrong with her sister. She pulled Dani’s hand away from her pussy just as she began squirting. Some of it landed on Andrea’s shirt and some on her shoulder. The rest went in front of her on the bed. She stared at Dani’s trembling body and climbed on top of her to make sure she was okay.

Dani was surprised but immediately came up with a plan. She grabbed Andrea’s hand and quickly guided it towards her sopping wet pussy. Andrea gasped and instinctively wiggled her hand around to break free from her stronger sister’s grasp. This struggle only heightened Dani’s pleasure as she leaned into Andrea’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her moans.

Andrea attempted to break free and finally pulled Dani’s hair once she stopped moaning. Dani moved her head away from Andrea’s shoulder and smiled at her.

“What just happened?”

“You made me feel real good, sissy.”

Andrea thought about this and smiled to herself. She stared lovingly into her sister’s eyes. She couldn’t wait for the night to come so she could rub her little clit while Dani was sleeping.

Dani looked up at Andrea and lifted her head to give her a small kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks, Andrea.” Andrea’s eyes widened. She suddenly realized she was still on top of her naked sister. Dani’s arms were around Andrea’s neck and Andrea’s legs were spread apart, with Dani’s in between. She looked at Dani and bent down to return the kiss, this time on the lips. Dani extended her lips and met her sister’s in a small but sweet embrace.

“You gonna touch yourself tonight?” Dani asked as Andrea climbed off of her.

“Definitely.”

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Second posting of this story.

This story has been posted a few years ago, but I asure you I am the same person (jessica). I had to get a new account and wished for the story to be posted on here. So that the second story, once finished could be posted on the same account. It has been edited and slight changes. If you are looking for a fast shorty, this is not the one for you. I hope you enjoy the story!

Dirty Little Love Secret

Chapter 1: First Hint

Let me start off by telling you a little about myself. My name is Alexis; I am a seven-teen year old female. I am in the 12th grade and I go to Bromway High. I have three other siblings. Nicole, who is the youngest at six. Justin, who just turned fifteen and Monica who is nine-teen. I have golden brown shoulder length hair, and dark blue eyes. I am also 5’6 with long tanned legs. I have a nice toned six pack, my bust size is roughly around 34 mid C. I am quite athletic, I enjoy working out on a regular basis. I am currently single, not really looking for anyone at the moment either. You could say that I am very outgoing, love to spend time out doors rather than stay in a stuffy old’ house. My favourite pass time would have to be going to the beach, mostly at night though. I just find it a lot more peaceful; than go in the middle of the day where you have all the kids screaming.

Most of the guys at my school would tell you that I am very bitchy and stuck up. The only reason for that is because I do not let them into my pants. But, what are you to do right? They are just being typical boys. If you were to ask the girls around school about me they would say; I am a very sweet and sensitive girl. Who loves her friends and would do anything for them. Which is very true. I would do just about anything for my friends. They are the world to me, and I would be lost without them.

Getting to my story now though. It was a nice warm June day, and I was stuck in English class. Our teacher was going on about good grammar and all that stuff. (See, English is a class I hate with a strong passion and could go without it.) I was sitting with my friend Britney. She isn’t one of my bestest friends, but we get along really good. She is about my height, long blonde hair that goes to her mid back. Curves any girl would be jealous of and a rack that was breath taking. She was a very nice 34 full C. Now, I am not one that thinks big boobs look good on girls, but on Britney it just worked. She was wearing a pink mini skirt that showed a little more of her booty that was allowed. A matching pink V cut top that hung from her breasts amazingly.

I found it very hard to stay awake in this class, so Britney and I would doodle back and forth to each other. I drew a stick figure guy humping this stick figure dog. Britney laughed and said “Ewe” when she saw it, but she really didn’t care. She then drew a picture with two stick figure girls making out. When she passed it to me I was taken back a bit, then looked over at Britney, she licked her lips then laughed and said she was just kidding.

The bell rang to go home, I grabbed my stuff from the desk and went to my locker. After about three minutes Britney showed up at my locker. “Hey Alex!” Britney said, I replied back

“Hey Brit. What’s up?”. I closed my locker and locked it.

“Oh nothing, but I was just wondering if I could come over to your house tonight. My parents will be out all night and I really don’t want to stay in that big house all alone.” Britney was now giving me this cute little puppy dog face.

“Well, my parents are having this stupid meeting with our neighbours tonight. But I guess I could go over to your house to keep you company” I answered back.

My parents really weren’t going to have a meeting tonight, I just didn’t want Britney to meet my family. They are, how would you say “Dysfunctional”.

Britney’s eyes lit up when I told her I could go to her house. “Sure! That sounds great. I’ll pick up some movies for us to watch.”

We finally got out to the school parking lot; I started to look for my car when I said, “Ok. I’ll be over around 8:00pm just after I put my little brother and sister to bed.” I found my car and started to walk toward it.

“Alright, see you tonight!” Britney called out to me as I waved Goodbye to her. I got into my car and drove home.

Chapter 2: Naughty Little Brother

I got into the door, took my shoes off and ran up to my room. I put my bag down near my closet door then started to get undressed. I thought I would take a quick nap then have a shower before I went over to Britney’s house. I crawled into my bed; only wearing my red bra and matching thong. I was awoken to my little sister jumping up and down on my bed. “Hey Nicole. What are you doing here Hun?” I asked my sister.

“Mommy told me to come wake you up” My cute little sister replied.

“Alright. You’re going to have to get off of me so I can get up though Hun.” Nicole did as told then sat on the chair at my computer desk. I got up from bed and I picked up my little sister then walked down stairs into the kitchen. I didn’t need to put on any clothes, all the women in the house normally walk around naked or in our panties unless we had company over.

“Hey Sweetie” My mom said then kissed my cheek. “Have a good sleep?” she then asked.

“Yeah, I guess. It was O.K.” I answered back as I sat Nicole down on the counter top. “Mom, I’m going over to Britney’s house tonight O.K?” I said going to grab an apple.

“And who might this Britney be?” My mother asked. I had never told my mom about Britney as to, Britney and I don’t normally hang out all that much out of school.

“She’s one of my friends, and if you must know I am going over there because she asked me to. Her parents are going out for the night and she doesn’t want to stay home alone.” I told my mother. She nodded.

I ran up the stairs to go take a shower. I turned on the water and let steam fill the room as I took off my bra and thong. I stepped into the shower as the water ran down my body. Running down my back, over my booty and down my legs. I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered my body up. Running my hands all over my body. As my hands went over my breasts I felt my nipples harden, so I gave them a little pinch which sent little tingles down my body. I paid special attention to my pussy as I washed. Rubbing just a littler harder than needed, and for longer than normal. I rinsed off my body and started to wash my hair. Then I rinsed my hair and stepped from the shower. I squeezed most of the water from my hair then grabbed a towel. I dried most of my body off when I heard the bathroom door creek open. I looked up fast than heard little foot steps heading into my brothers room. I just laughed and wrapped the towel around myself.

Walking to my room I go passed Justin’s, I notice him peeking through his door. So I drop my towel off, pretending that it was an accident. I bent over and pick it up.
A small “uh” came from my brothers room, I just giggled to myself then walked to my room. I looked through my closet for some clothes. I found a pair of low ride hip hugger jeans, and a brown halter top. I put them on my bed then grabbed my favourite black thong. I got dressed then went back into the bathroom to do my hair. It was around 7pm so I called Britney and asked if it was alright with her that I came early, as to my aunt was going to take my brother and sister to her house for the night. She didn’t care so I went to put Nicole to bed and said Goodnight to my family. I grabbed my car keys and purse then drove off to Britney’s.

Chapter 3: Second Hint

I pulled up at Britney’s house around 7:20pm, got out of my car and went up to the front door. I knocked and someone yelled for me to come in. I opened the door, turned to close it then turned back as I saw Britney running down the front stairs of her mansion. She hadn’t changed out of her clothes, but I could tell she took off her bra. I didn’t really think anything of it.

“Hey Alex, babe!” Britney said as she walked up and hugged me. I could feel her breasts against mine, and in a strange way I found it very pleasant.

“Hey Brit.” I said back. She then took my hand and lead me up to the living room. “So, how long are your parents going to be out for?” I asked as I sat down on her couch.

“Ah, well they wont be back until 7am in the morning. I was hoping you’d sleep over for the night. I asked my parents if you could, they don’t care.”

Britney walked out to the kitchen after, I followed her and said “Sure. I don’t mind. My parents wont care. They let me do almost anything I want” I smiled at her. “So, what movies did you rent?” I asked, walking back into the living room and getting myself comfy on the couch, sitting cross legged.

Britney walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of soda. “I got Stigmata, Sister Act II, and House of Wax.” She sat down.

“Cool” I answered back. I had already seen Stigmata and Sister Act, so I offered we watched House of Wax first. Britney had no problem with that and she popped it in. She then came back and sat right next to me. I could feel her skirt lightly touching the side of my ankle.

Through out the whole movie I couldn’t help but glance over at Britney, she was just so beautiful. I had never in my life thought about a girl in such a way. It was new to me; what I was feeling for her. We had watched two of the movies and were in the middle of the third one when Britney seemed to be getting pretty tired. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. It sent so many feelings through my body. I could feel myself getting a little damp as well. She went to brush hair out of her face and her hands ending up resting on my thigh. I was taken back at first but didn’t say anything to her about it. I then moved to get myself comfortable. I was leaning on the arm of the couch, almost laying down. Britney had moved more on me, with her head just a bit lower down my arm and her upper body resting on my crossed legs.

The movie ended, I looked at Britney and saw that she was asleep. I didn’t want to get up and wake her; so I just grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and drapped it over the both of us. I found myself watching her as she slept. She looked so beautiful. I ran my hand over her cheek to move hair from it as she opened her eyes and grabbed my hand with hers. She looked me right in the eyes, and I in hers. The moment was so right, so perfect I had to go for it. I leaned my head down and kissed her. To my amazement she was kissing me back. It felt so right, so pure and true. We broke the kiss as our eyes opened and locked together once more.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before, Alex?”, Britney had asked.

“No, you?” I answer back, when in fact I had. But it was nothing. It was in the fourth grade, a few friends and I were playing spin-the-bottle and I had to kiss Madison Van. Ryan. She was a year older than me. It wasn’t all that special, but I just didn’t want to tell Britney. No one knew and I wanted to keep it that way.

“No, never. Although, I have thought about kissing, umm, you for quite some time now.” Britney answered and, wow, was I ever shocked. I mean, she wanted to kiss me! Of all people she wanted to kiss me. I just smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You remember in English class when we were doodling back and forth?” Britney asked me, I was wondering why she had asked, but I still answered

“Yeah, what about it?” I said.

“Well..” Britney started to say..

“Well what Brit? Come on, whatever it is you can tell me.”

“Well, the picture I drew of two girls kissing was really you and I” She said and started to blush. I found her so cute when she started to blush. I leaned up and kissed her rosy red cheek. She smiled at me. Then gave me a big hug.

Britney then moved on top of me, making me lay all the way down on the couch. Pushing her body against mine. One of her legs slipped between mine and I could feel the heat from between her legs on my thigh. She began to kiss me passionately, I kissed her back just as passionately. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Britney and I were making out on her couch. Her lips tasted so sweet, just like cotton candy. Her touch was so soft like clouds. She ran her hands slowly up my top and started to rub my stomach, which made my abs tense up.

Chapter 4: Dream Come True

She broke the kiss and said “Are you sure this is what you want to do babe?”, I was hesitant to answer. I so badly wanted to give her me. Let her have her way with me, use me in any way she wanted to. Give her something no other boy or girl for that matter, had. But… I couldn’t.

“I’m not all that sure” I responded back. She brought her hands out from under my shirt and sat up off of me.

“Well, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to Babe. I am willing to take it slow for you.” Britney said. I must admire her for it. She was definitely not like all the guys I’ve been out with. She was respectful, understanding, caring and showed at least some intelligence.

“Britney, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to because it’s with you. I just want to wait for the special one. I am not saying you’re not special; but I just want to give my virginity away to the one I am in love with.” I had to say. I was telling the truth; for the most part anyways. I did want to wait to give my virginity away to the one I love, but… little did Britney know, I was falling for her. She seemed to understand.

“That’s alright babe.” She said, right before she laid back on me and snuggled to me.

This was all new to me. The fact that I was falling for a girl, when I had never had any feelings toward females, it just caught me off guard. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me.

“Alexis, I need to confess something to you” Britney said after a few minutes of silence.

“Yes Hun? What is it?”

“Well you see, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long and I am very happy that it has finally come true. For a long, long time I have liked you more than just a friend. Then tonight, I am pretty sure that I have fallen in love with you.” Britney confessed. She just bared her heart to me, and all I could do was let my mouth hang open.

“I..I….I….” is all I could say. Then I finally managed to say “To tell you the truth Britney, I have never felt anything remotely sexual or loving toward any female in my life”

“Oh I see. It’s ok don’t worry.” Britney interrupted me.

“No! Let me finish please. I haven’t felt anything to any female.. until tonight that is. Being here with you is just so out of this world amazing. I too, believe I have fallen in love with you.” I was finally able to tell Britney the truth I was holding in. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We both knew this would be a night we would never forget; and a night that would change our lives forever.

We began to kiss once again, as I pulled off my top. Britney seemed to like that I moved it forward this time. She started to kiss and nibble on my neck. Oh lord did it ever feel great. “Mmm Brit that feels nice” I lightly moaned out.

She than started to bite and suck the nape of my neck. Making me arch my back in pleasure. My hands ran up and down on her back, as I slowly slipped off her top. Watching as her plump breasts fall out, my eyes widened. I then pulled her up more and wrapped my lips over one of her nipples. It drove her crazy, she ran her hands through my hair telling me not to stop. “Ohhh! Alexis baby! Mmm don’t stop!” I had no intent in stopping, and she knew it.

I rolled her onto her back as I stood up over her, with a foot on each side of her. I hooked my fingers in the sides of my hip huggers and slowly began to pull them down. Her eyes never left my crotch as I slide my jeans down to my knees; letting them drop to my feet. I then kicked them off and turned so that my back was facing her. I hooked my thumb into the sides of my black thong. I began to pull them down, but as I did I bent over slowly; showing Britney my bare ass. When I was bent over fully and my thong was down at my knees, Britney leaned up and smacked my ass.

“Ohh! Feisty little thing I see” I said as I evilly giggled. I turned and straddled her hips. My now, naked body showing for Britney to marvel at.

I bent over and started kissing the nape of her neck, slowly down to her chest. I kissed around her breasts, then around her nipples; soon wrapping my lips around her left nipple and twirling my tongue around. “Ohh Baby! Yes! That feels amazing!” Britney moaned out. My hands ran down her stomach, and slowly slid down her skirt. To my amazement she wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked in her eyes and grind. “Hehe, oops. I must have forgotten to put any on” She said slyly. I grind right back at her, as I slowly kissed down from her breasts. Planting soft kisses down her stomach and around her navel. I got in between her legs, got her to open her legs as I leaned forward and lightly blew warm air on her slit. “Ohhh Baby!” She kept moaning out, over and over. I started to slide the tip of my tongue up and down her slit, going in further each time.

Chapter 5: Reaching The Goal

Her moans got louder and louder as I pushed my tongue past her slit and into her pussy. Moving in and out of her, while flicking the tip of my tongue inside. “Ohhh God Alexis!!! Mmm yes! Don’t Stop!! Ahhh!” Britney arched her back and pushed against my face. I dove my tongue deep inside of her. I ran my hands slowly up her stomach to tease her nipples. Pinching them in between my thumb and index finger. I took my tongue out of her and licked all around her pussy, but not touching her clit. Her body tensed up and I knew she was about to cum. I made her wait just a little longer, then when she couldn’t hold it any longer I pushed my tongue hard onto her clit. Sending her into a huge orgasm. “OH MY GOD!!! YES ALEXIS!!!! AHHHH!!!!”

Her juices flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it, saving some in my mouth. I went up on top of her and kissed her, letting her cum go into her mouth. “Mmm, I taste pretty damn good. Now I know why you wanted to stay down there for so long” Britney said as she winked at me.

Laying down on her I rest my head on her chest, listening to her breathing and the sound of her heart beat. It’s like music to my soul, just listening. She wrapped her arms around me tightly than whispered “Alex, I love you. Will you please be my girlfriend?” into my ear. I lifted up my head and smiled at her.

“I love you too Brit, and yes, I will be your girlfriend” I said with a big smile on my face. Britney leaned up and gave me a very gentle yet loving kiss, and I kissed her just as lovingly back.

We just laid on the couch for a while, then Britney said we should go up to her room to sleep. I of course said yes. So we got up, Britney took my hand in hers and lead me up to her room. She closed the door behind us. She told me to get into bed and that she would be right there. Five minutes later Britney came back with her hair in a pony tail, wearing a tank and boxer shorts. She handed me a tank and a pair of boxers as well. I slipped them on then went back into her bed. She came in as well, laying right next to me, wrapping her arms around me. Making me feel very safe and loved. We snuggled and cuddle for about an hour when Britney finally dozed off. I stayed awake to just watch her sleep, then I too fell to sleep.

Chapter 6: Shocking Awakening

I woke to see Britney’s parents standing right next to the bed, glaring down at us. I shook Britney to wake her “Ah, Brit, you might want to get up right now” I said.

She yawned then kissed me. She was shocked that I didn’t kiss back, then all of a sudden “Britney Heather Hunter! What on earth is going on?” her mother yelled. Britney moved her head over and saw her mother. She jumped out of bed then proceeded to say

“Ah.. let me explain! You see..” Britney was interrupted by her father

“Brit, who is that girl and why the fuck is she in your bed with you!” Her father said in a stern voice.

“She’s NOT just a girl! She’s my girlfriend and I love her with all my heart!” As soon as Britney said it, she put her hands over her mouth. Her mother frowned and her father slapped her across the face. I jumped out of bed and started to hold her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!” I yelled at her father.

“How dare you speak to me that way missy!” Her father said back.

“How dare I?? How dare you slap your daughter! You’re just damn fucking lucky I don’t kick your ass right now” I said right to Britney’s fathers face. Her mom had already walked out of the room. Britney’s father and I were eye to eye. He backed down and went down stairs. I went to Britney and hugged her tight.

“Babe, I’m so sorry about that. My parents just aren’t into same sex stuff.” Britney said as tears started to run down her cheeks.

“Awww Baby, no it’s ok. Please don’t cry” I said as I whipped the tears away.

She smiled at me then said “I love you so much Alexis” as she hugged me tight.

I pulled her close, hugging her tight. “I love you too Britney, so very much.” I whispered in her ear.

“I probably should be going home now Babe” I said as I headed for the door.

“No wait! Please don’t go.” Britney said as she grabbed my arm.

I looked her in the eyes and said “But Baby, you’re parents made it pretty clear they do not approve me being here.” Britney didn’t seem to care if her parents approved or not.

“Babe! I don’t care! I love you and if they can’t accept it then that’s their problem.” I couldn’t help but smile when I heard her say that.

“Awww Baby, why don’t you come with me then? We’ll go over to my house then to school.” I said, at the same time opening the door.

“Alright Babe. Sounds good to me.” Britney said then we went out to my car. I drove home.

Chapter 7: Shocked Brother

We got to my house about 15 minutes later. I went to open the door as Britney grabbed her bag from the back. I went into the house, I called out but I got no answer. My mother must have gone to work, taking my brother and sister to school. I went up to my room to grab a new outfit. There was about an hour and a half till we had to leave for school so I thought I might as well take a shower. I heard Britney come in and shut the door so I yelled down to her “Hey Baby, I’m going to take a quick shower before we leave alright? Make yourself at home.” I went into the bathroom; not closing the door. Stripped down of my clothes then turned on the shower. I let the room fill up with steam then got into the shower. The water felt so good against my skin. Running down my body, it just felt so right.

The curtain was ripped open, and there was Britney standing naked “Hey Babe, just thought I would join you.” She said as she winked at me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in, her body pressed up against mine.

“Hmm, I see you would like an encore from last night” I said winking at her. She pushed me up against the shower wall, pinning my hands up above my head. Pressing her body against me, making it very difficult for me to move. She began to suck the nape of my neck, when I heard the front door swing open. “Baby, hold on I think I heard the front door open. You stay here, I’ll go check it out. But you have to stay quiet alright.” I said to Britney, turning off the shower, she nodded her head.

I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped myself up. I opened the bathroom door and walked down the stairs. I didn’t see anyone, and the door was closed. So I went to look in the kitchen and there was my brother. He wasn’t alone, there was this little brunet sitting on the counter, my brother and her making out. I knocked on the table and he swung his head over my way. “Ahh, what are you doing here?!?! I thought you were over at a friends house!” Justin yelled at me.

“Whoa, calm it down little bro. I was over at a friends, but we came over here to take a shower. But, I am not the one who needs to explain myself. Just what are you doing? and who the hell is that?” I said in a stern voice, walking closer to Justin.

“She’s no one she’s just..” I stopped him before he could finish.

“Don’t lie to me Justin! You know I will beat the shit out of you! So stop the bullshit now and Tell Me!!” I said to him, making him back up a bit.

“Her name is Anne, she is in grade ten at Bromway High. Her brother and I are friends.” He finally said.

I then said “Ok, well that tells me who she is, but it doesn’t tell me just what you guys were doing. She is what, 16 turning 17? And you are only 15 Justin!”

Anne got down off the counter and started to talk “I’m very sorry, ah.. ah…” She paused

“My name is Alexis” I had to tell her

“Oh ok, well I am very sorry Alexis, we were not intended to come here and make out. It just sort of happened. We were just coming over here because we were going to walk to school together. My brother Tom is sick and wanted me to walk with Justin. That’s all. If I got him into any trouble than I am very sorry.” I must admit, I was very shocked that she was so nice and polite.

After a few more minutes of talking, I remembered that I left Britney up in the bathroom. I ran up to the bathroom and told her is was just my brother, that she could come out. But to make sure to have a towel on. I walked back down to the kitchen where my brother and Anne were, still. Britney came shortly after, and the look my brother gave her was funny as hell. He was looking her up and down, fiercely. “Justin, don’t stare it’s not nice!” I said, lightly slapping him over the head.

“Ah, sorry. But why is she in a towel? Did y’all have a shower together or something?” He said, looking at me with a very odd face.

I looked over at Britney, giving her a look like ‘Can I tell him?’ She knew just what the look was and nodded her head. “Justin, the truth is, that me and Britney are going out. We’re girlfriends, and yes we were in a middle of a shower when I heard you guys come in.” His jaw dropped to the floor after I told him. He was so baffled.

To my amazement, Anne came out and said “Wow, you know I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl. Though I have never tried it. Is it fun?” She asked and I let Britney answer this one.

“Hell yes it’s fun, but it’s a lot more than just that. I mean, with Alexis it’s different because I am in love with her. It’s just like loving a male, but just in a different form. Plus, girls are so much hotter” She said in a little giggle.

I looked at her and smiled, went over to her and gave her a kiss. Justin’s jaw once more hit the floor. “Hey, would it be alright if I kissed you Alexis? That is if it’s alright with ah.. your girlfriend” Anne said, I started to blush right away.

“It’s fine with me, and by the way, my name is Britney.” She said. Anne walked up to me, put her hands on my hips then leaned in to kiss me. I lightly kissed her back, then we broke the kiss at the same time.

“Wow, you’re an amazing kisser. Much better than Justin” All us girls laughed at Anne’s comment.

“Hey Hey! Be nice now! I am a damn good kisser.” Justin said, in a very cocky voice. We all just looked at him and laughed.

“Well, if you kiddies don’t mind we need to go get dressed then head to school. Would you like a ride?” I said, putting an arm around Britney’s waist.

“Sure! Thanks.” Anne answered. Britney and I ran up to my room.

Chapter 8: Reflection

Getting into my room, I closed and locked the door behind us. “Just look in my closet for something to wear, we’re like the same size so I am sure you’ll find something.” I told Britney as I sat down at my vanity and started to do my makeup and hair.

“Hey, what do you think about this?” Britney said, I turned my head and saw that she had removed her towel and was stock naked before my eyes. Looking at her devilishly I told her

“Wow, now that is the best outfit ever! You look amazingly hot baby!” winking at her at the same time. She giggled, then I called her a big tease. But she knew that I love it.

It’s quiet funny if you think about it; I’m one of the schools biggest tease, you would think that I would want someone a little more mellow than I am. But I find it so sexy, and is one of my biggest turn ons. Just the thought that someone is going out of their way to make me happy, even if it is in a sexual way is just the best feeling ever. It’s probably one of the reasons why I fell for Britney, but I can a sure you it’s not the only reason. I mean, once you get to really know her, she is the greatest person. She’s sweet, caring, daring, breath taking to boot. Her personality just shines out, and she wears her heart on her sleeve. Which I find very daring, but also beautiful. She really does try to make me feel happy. Now that I think about it, even before we got together she was so nice to me. More so to me, than anyone else. If I think back on it, she has always been that way with me. I guess she has liked me for a while. But I’m getting side tracked let me carry on with my story.

She went into my walk-in closet to look for something to wear. I had just finished my hair and make-up when I turned and saw what she had picked out. It was so hot! She was wearing one of my favourite shirts. It’s black with white glitter writing that reads ‘I’ll try to be Nicer if you try to be Smarter’. She had picked out one of my low ride hip huggers, that were dark blue. It looked fabulous on her. “You look so hot Baby, nice pick” I said to her, walking up to her giving her a light kiss.

“Thanks” She replied back. I went into my closet to pick out something to wear as well. Britney going to my vanity to finish up. I picked out my favourite shirt of all the ones I have. A pink t-shirt that clings to my body perfectly with darker pink writing that reads ‘Geeks are Hot’ the ‘O’ in hot was a pair of lips. I had bought it a few days ago, when I saw it I just had to buy it. But it’s odd, I never thought geeks were hot.

When I saw it, it reminded me of something Britney said. So, I guess in a way I always liked her but never really knew. See, when Britney was younger she was a big geek, until her 12th year. She went through a major change. She was cute as a geek, if I remember right. We were all ready to go, so Britney and I walked down to the living room to wait for my brother to be ready. He came down after about fifteen minutes with Anne following close behind.

Chapter 9: First Day Back, A New Person

We all got into my car and I drove to school. Britney was in the passenger seat, Anne and my brother in the back. We got out, Justin and Anne went running off; no doubt to make out or some shit. Britney and myself walked toward school, she grabbed my hand and held it tight. I stopped and looked at her, “What’s the matter Baby?” she asked me.

I really didn’t know what to say “Umm, it’s nothing.” that’s all I could think of, how retarded.

“Baby, are you scared what people will think or say?” Britney said in a concerned voice.

“In a way yes, I just, I don’t know.” I replied back and then Britney gave me a hug.

“You not need to worry baby, whatever they say, they can. I love you and you love me; that’s all that matters. So come on, we’re going to be late.” With that said, I took hold of her hand just as tight as she was holding mine, and we walked into the school.

Everyone was looking at us, giving us the dirtiest of looks. Our little love secret was now open for the whole word to see, and boy, were they ever looking. One of the asshole jocks, who just happened to be my ex, walked up to us and was acting very cocky “Oh, so you put out to this slut but not me, Alexis?”.

My eyes narrowed and I balled up my fist. “Jason, I didn’t put out with you because you wouldn’t know how to please a girl if you’re life depended on it. Britney is no slut, but she sure as hell knows how to take care of my needs!” I said bluntly and walked off with Brit.

Everyone went ”ohhhhh” and laughed at Jason.

I went through most of the day without being badgered. For once I couldn’t wait till last block English. It was the only class I had with Britney, and even after spending all lunch hour with her, I missed her so much. I got to English early and took my seat. People walked in and took their seats as well, the looks they gave were just heart-wrenching. Then, my angel, my everything, walked through the door and all their looks didn’t seem to matter.

She walked over to me and I got up to give her a hug. I kissed her cheek and everyone’s mouth just dropped “What, haven’t you ever seen someone give their girlfriend a hug and kiss? Jeez, grow up will you.” Britney giggled at that and just smiled at me. We took our seats and class started.

The teacher was talking about the new novel study we would be doing, Britney was listening attentively. I put my hand under the desk and took her hand in mine. She turned her head and smiled at me; I smiled back at her. Out of no where, a paper air plane landed on our desk. I grabbed it and opened it up. What I found written on it would have stunned anyone ‘You fucking dyke! You should burn in hell for what you are!! You’re nothing more than a dirty little hoe! You worthless Dyke! DIE DIE DIE!!’. I looked around the room and saw none-other than Jason snickering.

I got up out of my seat “Alexis, what are you doing? Please take your seat at once!” I ignored the teacher and walked up to Jason.

“You think that shit is funny? You really are a fucking asshole! I’m glad I dumped your ass! If you can’t accept that I am with Britney and love her then you can go to fucking hell! You homophobic prick!” I yelled to him. I slapped him across the face, walked back over to Britney. Took her hand and grabbed my stuff. I pulled Britney with me and walked out of the class room.

Chapter 10: Still Going Strong

Well it has been six months since Britney and I started to go out. I am very happy to say that we are still together and couldn’t be more happy. Most of the people in town have learned to accept Britney and myself being together; though there are some who still don’t. I’m glad to say that we both graduated and Britney was top of the class. I was so proud of her that day. Her parents sadly weren’t there to see her, they still do not accept her choice in being with me. It does get her down, but in the end she knows she is doing the right thing and following her heart. My parents on the other hand, have accepted Britney into the family and couldn’t be more happier for us both.

“Alexis Babe, I just want to tell you that I’m so happy to be with you. These past six months have been the best time of my life!” Britney said to me as I took a sip of wine the waiter just poured for me.

Britney had taken me to one of my favourite restaurants. “Aww, it’s been the best for me as well baby.” I answered back.

Britney reached out and took a hold of my hand, looking right into my eyes she started to say “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we may be young but I don’t want to waste any time! I love you so much.. and I was just wondering if…” a group of men came up to our table and started to serenade us. “You would give me the honour in being my wife?” she finished. I couldn’t believe it, she was really asking me to marry her!

“Of course I will baby!!” She slipped the most beautiful ring upon my ring finger. It sparkled in the dim light, and shimmered in my eyes. “I love you so very much Baby! I can’t wait to build a life with you!” I said as I got up and hugged Britney tight in my arms. Everyone began to clap for us and I felt my cheeks turning red.

We were wed six months later. Yes, that is not a lot of time between, but we wanted to get wed on the day we first made love and started to go out. The wedding went down with out a hitch! We got married out doors, with a beautiful landscape behind the halter. Everyone had a great time and to both of our amazement Britney’s parents showed up. She had sent them an invitation, they never R.S.V.P’d us back so we thought they wouldn’t show. But low and be hold they did! They finally accepted me into their family! Britney was thrilled they did!

Well, a year later and we’re still together! That just shows how much we love each other. We moved from our little town and bought a place of our own. Both our families are planning on coming down for the weekend. We’re having a small party just so we can all get even closer. Our little secret was told to all, and it survived the storm! Goodbye for now!

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-Jordynn finds herself again at the mercy of Johnathan Roberts. The issue is, Johnathan doesn’t hold much in the way of mercy. And as Jordynn will eventually discover, Johnathan is not her only problem by far (NOTE THAT DUE TO A SYSTEM ISSUE THERE IS NO CHAPTER 8!!!)

“You…you CAN’T MEAN…” Jordynn said, totally stunned.

“You Damn right we do.” Sandy said, cutting her off. “If you thought you were here just for HIS entertainment, you thought dead wrong. I’m going to get my turn using you as well Jordynn Perry. And what’s more, you’re going to like it.”

“I won’t like it” Jordyn replied.

I tried to get between them again, but Sandy moved like lightning as she slapped Jordynn. “Sandy,” I snapped, “IF you don’t calm down I’ll have to end this before it begins.”

Jordynn wrapped her naked body around me like I was her last hope (I was). I motioned as Sandy stepped back, nodded, then out to the lot for a moment.

“Look Jordynn,” I told her, “You just go with the flow here. You let Sandy do with you as I did, and it all works out. Otherwise, you get dressed, and the two of us will take you back to that run down trailer, and you can spend the rest of the weekend thinking about how to explain to David how you let him down….again.”

I stepped back, and let her cry a minute, then nudged open the door and Sandy walked back in. “So it’s like this,” I said, setting the rules, “The two of us are going to have some fun with you tonight thru tomorrow night. As long as you are willing and have learned your place, we’ll all be about our lives, none the wiser, OK?”

I nodded. Jordynn sniffled, took a deep breath, and nodded. Sandy nodded. The die was cast.

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I had used some silly excuse to leave those two alone for a bit. I did stick around to watch Sandy undress. At nearly 6ft, with a long lean body, small but pert B-cup breasts, and long natural blonde hair that ran halfway down her back, Sandy Berger was a gorgeous woman. Sandy had Jordynn laid on her back, her wrists tied to the headboard of the antique wrought iron bed.

Lewdly, Sandy whistled in appreciation as she stared at the twin globes of Jordynn Perry’s marvelous pierced breasts out on full display. They were nice, & had the largest aureoles Sandy had ever seen, nearly two inches across. Capped by her wide, barbell-pierced nipples, Sandy made sure that Jordynn saw her lick her lips.

Stepping cioser, she brought a hand to each globe. Sandy smiled & sighed with delight as she closed on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the erect nipples.

“Mmmm, you sure feel like you like it.” She purred.

Jordynn couldn’t help but respond to the touch. Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, so even this simple caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across her chest. She looked away while biting down on her lip to hide her facial reaction, but knew she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

Sandy thought she heard a moan when she replaced her groping with the wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Sandy had first sucked another woman’s breast when she was 16, and the years of experience showed. If anything, Jordynn’s nipples grew harder as Sandy suckled them again and again, and yes, her former bully’s moans were real.

Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia’s tongue marked a path across Jordynn’s inviting neck, being sure to bite & suckle it hard to make a tacky hicky. Pulling Jordynn’s naked breasts tight against her, Sandy kissed past Jordynn’s mouth as she struggled, biting her on her ear.

As Sandy enjoyed toing with her prey, she slid her free hand down to tickle Jordynn’s pubes, and got a surprise.AS Sandy was running her fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that Jordynn was unwittingly pushing back into her. And even better – Jordynn was already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she was really being turned on.

Dropping lower, Sandy forced open Jordynn’s knees, and took a long look at her bully’s pussy. Jordynn was still mildly struggling against her, and it felt good to be the one turning the tables. Forcibly/Painfully holding Jordynn’s knees open she looked her in the eyes Sandy said “Jordynn, I’m now going to take what is mine, and you damn-well-better make me think you like it.” Jordynn just stared, totally petrified

Parting her smooth legs, Sandy pushed her head forward and ran her probing tongue up and down the length of Jordynn’s slit. Sandy was quickly covered by a thick coating of Jordynn’s lubricating juices. Sandy knew her Bully’s body was now FULLY betraying her, and Sandy almost laughed as her tongue effortlessly slid inside.

“uuh-AHHH!” Jordynn exclaimed, as she sniffled. It was obvious. She was panting hard now, and her first forced Lesbian orgasm was no coming.

Jordynn inadverdently thrusted her pelvis forward, right onto Sandy’s face. More than happy to accommodate her desire, Sandy began a series of furious motions with her darting tongue. Jordynn moaned loudly as Sandy gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her wetness, sucking hungrily.

Jordynn was on the verge of orgasm. Her body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around the tormenting instrument of her pleasure. Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed with an intensity she had never before known.

Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward and she slammed against the hard into the squeaking bed, emitting a loud wailing scream. Sandy’s fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of Jordynn’s buttocks as continued to suck Jordynn’s cunt, fully tasting her bully as she enjoyed having her face wetted by Jordynn Perry’s juices.

Drained, Jordynn slumped back into the bed, sniffling. Sandy rose and stepped back, enjoying the view of her conquered prize.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Jordynn asked with a bit of a sneer.

“I got what amounts to a start.” Sandy replied

NOTE – THERE IS NO CHAPTER 8!!!

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Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Three: Evening of Naughty Passions

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

James Davies

“You want me to draw my… sister?” I asked in shock, staring at Seth, my hand covering my naked cock. I shifted on the couch in my drawing room at Dreamgirl Delights. “Is she a request from someone?”

Seth shifted before me, this gleam in his blue eyes. My nerdy friend smile. “Just for me. You know, Becky’s… amazing.”

I swallowed and squirmed. It wasn’t just me being self-conscious at Seth walking in on me in the middle of playing with my girls that had me off-balanced. Orihime pressed into my side, her naked breast rubbing against my arm. Ruri still crouched at the end of the couch, hiding her petite form.

My sister… Becky. Could I draw her? Could I create another version of my sister, one who would want to have sex with Seth? To love him and fuck him. I swallowed, my stomach squirming. I could do that.

But should I?

No. I shook my head. “Sorry, Seth, that just feels wrong to me. She’s my sister. You get that?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Seth said, shrugging. He sounded casual, but there was something straining his words. His hand balled into a fist. “Thought I’d ask. I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His eyes flicked to Orihime then to Ruri peeking over the armrest of the couch. “Well, you enjoy your girls. But don’t forget to get those new ones drawn.”

I nodded my head, shifting. “So… we’re raking in the money, right?”

Seth grinned, a gleam shining in his blue eyes. “You have no idea. Wait until you get your first cut of it. Start thinking about how to spend it.”

I hadn’t thought of that at all. My parents had no idea that I was working at a bordello staffed by the girls I drew and created. How would I explain I to them? Why was I even worrying? I was a god now. I could do what I wanted.

Enjoy my money the way I want.

Ruri’s head rose higher over the couch, her face dripping in my cum. Right before Seth interrupted us, I had cum on both my women’s faces. A line ran down Orihime’s face and landed down on her large breast.

“He should knock!” Ruri said, her purple eyes hard. “Or you should lock the door, James! If you’re going to make me do pervy things, at least don’t let me get caught.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think about it.”

I rose from the couch, the fabric sticking to my sweaty back.

As I crossed the room, Ruri added, “And you, you buxom slut, just set there letting Seth stare at you!”

“Mmm, why should I be embarrassed. I have big tits just the way James created me.” I glanced back at Orihime. She squeezed her large breasts, kneading them. Her digits brushed some of the cum that had dribbled down on her breasts. “They are big, lovely boobies, and I am proud of them.”

“You are such a whore!” hissed Ruri.

“Says the girl dripping in cum,” Orihime purred. “Mmm, come here and let’s lick each other clean.”

My dick twitched at the sound of that. I reached the door and twisted the lock. Music bled through the door. Beyond, the boys from our college were having fun. There were arcade games to play, TVs with videos playing, pool table, ski ball, Foosball, and more. And that didn’t count the girls I’d made. The ones not engaged upstairs would mingle and flirt and make the guys feel special.

I turned around and watched as Ruri crept out of her hiding spot. Her petite body flushed, her small breasts quivering. Cum ran down to her neck. Orihime crooked a finger and licked her lips, gathering up some of my cum running down her face.

“Let’s lick each other up,” Orihime said.

Ruri trembled. She shot me a look. I smiled. She wanted permission to be a slut. She ached to do it, but she wanted me to order her. I marched towards them, my cock hard. “So, who wants to sit on my cock and who wants to sit on my face.”

I needed more of a break from drawing before I got back to it.

“Then you two can lick the other’s face clean.”

“Mmm, yum,” Orihime said.

“I want to sit on your cock!” Ruri said, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her pigtails dancing about her head. “I’ll make you feel…” She trailed off as she noticed the smirk on Orihime’s face.

“Of course the slut can sit on your cock,” Orihime said, a smile on her lips.

Ruri huffed and stamped her feet. “I’m just making James happy. I know my pussy pleases him more than yours does.”

“Riiiight,” said Orihime as she rose. She took Ruri’s hand. “We’re going to make him feel amazing.” She licked a line of cum off Ruri’s cheek, my pearly spunk pooling on the busty girl’s tongue.

They were so cute. Nineteen and beautiful.

I stretched out on the soft carpet. I smiled as Orihime lead Ruri to me. The sight of my two women always stirred delight in me. They were opposites and beautiful. My eyes followed the sway of Orihime’s breasts and the jiggle of Ruri’s small titties. They reached me, standing over me.

Orihime grinned at me.

I loved them both. I was so glad I created them with my godly powers. My two girls. Orihime straddled my head, her legs on either side of me. She lowered herself with grace. I stared at that bubbly ass of hers, her sleek back rising above. Her orange hair swayed as she shuddered.

She lowered her shaved pussy to my face. Her sweet musk filled my nose moments before her hot twat pressed against my mouth. My tongue flicked out, caressing her labia. I stroked through her pussy folds, gathering that delicious cream and making her moan.

“Ooh, yes, yes, James!” Orihime moaned. “You love me, too!”

Ruri straddled my waist. Her hand grabbed my cock, lifting it. I shuddered as her hairless pussy brushed the tip of my cock. I felt the plump warmth of her vulva. She rubbed my dick up and down her pussy, moaning in delight.

“I love you, James!” Ruri whimpered. Then she slid her cunt down my dick. She took more and more of my cock into her tight, molten depths. My body twitched and throbbed. This wild heat surged through me. My toes curled as this amazing heat swelled through me.

I moaned into Orihime’s pussy as Ruri’s twat bottomed out on me. That sweet, tight sheath gripped me. She squirmed her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. My dick throbbed in her depths as my tongue plunged into Orihime’s snatch. I fluttered through her silky sheath, her sweet cream filling my mouth.

Ruri rose up my cock. Her twat squeezed around my cock. My dick twitched in her tight grip. She reached the pinnacle, whimpering, then she slammed down my shaft. She massaged me, the silky friction flowing down my shaft. My balls tightened. My toes curled.

“Mmm,” moaned Orihime. “Your little cunny’s making James feel amazing.”

“He’s making me feel amazing,” whimpered Ruri as she rose her cock up my dick. “He feels so good in me.”

“Naughty slut.”

“Orihime!” whimpered Ruri as she slammed back down my cock.

Orihime chuckled, squirming her pussy on my face. Her juices bathed me. My busty girlfriend purred in delight, shifting as she leaned forward. I stared at her bubbly ass and sleek back as I devoured her.

“You are so cute, Ruri,” Orihime purred. “Mmm, we’re both his sluts. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Well…” Ruri’s pussy clenched on my face.

“It’s fine, I know. We’re his sluts forever.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my hands gripping Ruri’s hips as she rode me.

Then I heard the naughty sounds of licking. I pictured my women lapping my cum off each other’s faces. My dick throbbed inside of Ruri. It was so hot imagining their pink tongues fluttering over each other’s cheeks, cleaning up my cum covering their features.

Inspired, I fucked my tongue in and out of Orihime’s pussy. I made her whimper, her sweet cream dripping past my lips. I swallowed it down, loving every drop of her cream spilling through my mouth. It was a wonderful treat to enjoy.

My tongue danced through their folds. I teased them. I fluttered through her silky delight. I brushed her clit, stroking her. Her rump clenched and relaxed. She squirmed on my face, moaning and gasping as she and Ruri licked each other.

“James!” Orihime moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, eat my pussy! I’m going to cum on your face.”

“I’m going to cum on his cock!” Ruri moaned, her tight pussy squeezing on my dick as she rose up my shaft. “I love cumming on his dick.”

“Slut!” gasped Orihime.

“Yes!” Ruri moaned.

I heard the wanton sounds of them kissing. Their licks smacked. Those sloppy noises made my cock throb. My balls grew tighter and tighter, the ache to erupt in Ruri’s pussy swelled and swelled. My hands caressed her slender waist as she rode me. She slammed her pussy down my cock again and again.

My toes curled as the pleasure rippled through me. Her sweet cunt gave me pleasure. I groaned, fluttering my tongue through Orihime’s delicious twat as Ruri brought me closer and closer to cumming. She squeezed around my dick as she rose up my shaft, her pussy sucking at my balls.

“Ruri!” I groaned into Orihime’s pussy.

“Is her pussy going to make you cum?” gasped Orihime, her back arching, her orange hair swaying about her back. “Huh?”

“Yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her pussy. “Keep riding me, Ruri!”

“I will!” Ruri moaned. Then she squealed. “Orihime, those are my nipples!”

“Uh-huh!” Orihime moaned. “Cute, little nipples.”

Ruri shuddered on me. Then her pussy writhed about my cock. Her hot flesh convulsed as she joined me in cumming. The pleasure rippled around my cock. I groaned into Orihime’s pussy as the pleasure slammed through me.

My toes curled. This amazing treat burned through me. I groaned into Orihime’s pussy. I swirled my tongue through her snatch. I licked her. I devoured her. I savored this amazing flavor of her pussy juices spilling through my mouth.

I thrust my tongue into her depths. I caressed her as Ruri’s pussy brought me closer and closer to exploding. My toes curled. My hips thrust up as Ruri slammed her convulsing cunt down my cock. My balls tightened.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in me!” howled Ruri.

I latched onto Orihime’s clit, sucking hard as Ruri’s massaging twat brought me to the brink of my orgasm.

“Flood the slut’s pussy, James!” howled Orihime.

Her sweet cream bathed my face.

She joined Ruri in cumming. Both my women were in ecstasy. My balls twitched. My cum fired out of my shaft and flooded Ruri’s spasming pussy. I joined my girlfriend in rapture. The pleasure fired out of my cock with every eruption.

“Yes!” I growled into Orihime’s pussy.

My dick spurted over and over. I bathed Ruri’s writhing cunt as I moaned into Orihime’s pussy. My legs twitched, my heels drumming on the floor. My balls unloaded as my cum spurted again and again into her cunt. I flooded her pussy as I groaned around Orihime’s clit.

Her juices bathed my face. My women both gasped in wordless pleasure. They squirmed on me. Ruri’s pussy milked my balls dry. She drained me as I groaned. Stars rippled across my vision. I squeezed Ruri’s hips as I groaned into Orihime’s twat.

My pleasure peaked.

Died into bliss.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Uh-huh,” Orihime panted. “Ooh, that was fun.

“It was,” Ruri whimpered.

I smiled, so glad I had my women. It was a great break. I felt energized to create more women. I had a list of sexy girls to draw. It was the best. I would make all the guys at our college happy.

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

Becky Davies

I kissed my best friend, Tonya. Our tongues danced together as we squirmed on her bed. This nervous flutter rippled through my guts. Her family was home. I could hear them moving around the house. If they caught us…

Her parents were religious. They wouldn’t be pleased at all to find me kissing their daughter.

I just liked kissing Tonya. Next to Daddy, I felt so close to Tonya. I couldn’t wait to bring her to my parents’ bed. I wanted to watch Daddy, and Mommy, playing with her. My little sister could even join us.

Tonya broke the kiss, her platinum-blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. She was wearing her schoolgirl blouse, like me, though we’d both taken off our vests and ties. Her blouse was half-unbuttoned, showing off just a hint of her small breasts’ slope.

A pair of footsteps raced by, one of her siblings racing through the house.

“I want to do such naughty things with you,” Tonya said, “but…”

“We just have to be quiet,” I told her, my large breasts rising and falling in my half-unbuttoned blouse. Her fingers had been naughty while we were kissing.

Tonya glanced at her bedroom door. She had no lock on it. Light from the hallway spilled beneath the jam. Anyone could barge in on us. It made me feel naughty. My pussy was so juicy at the chance that we both could get caught.

I popped another button through her blouse’s eyelet, revealing a hint of her cream-colored bra beneath. “We’re going to have fun. I brought a pair of vibrators from my mom’s collection for us to enjoy.”

Tonya shuddered as I undid another button, her blouse open, exposing her breasts cupped in that delicious bra. It had a lacy design on it, so sexy. I was glad my best friend had prayed to God and discovered that lesbian sex was okay.

She had freaked out the first time I’d seduced her. After having that wild weekend with Daddy and Sam, I started thinking about my best friend. I wanted to seduce her into lesbian delight the way Mom did with her friends. So I pounced on Tammy.

I made her cum.

Then she fled.

It grew weird after that. I thought I’d ruined our friendship with my horny lust. Then Dad had talked to her, suggested she pray on her problems, and she did. She’d felt like God had told her it was okay. That there was nothing wrong with girls loving girls.

So I could love her.

I undid the final button and slid her blouse off her shoulder. I leaned in, kissing her shoulder next to her bra strap. I licked her skin as her blouse slid off her shoulders. I reached her neck, nibbling on the nape, my braid of auburn hair swaying down my back. I loved its movement, caressing me through my blouse.

“Becky,” she moaned. “Ooh, I like this. If I get a boyfriend, I know I won’t be tempted to give into sex because of you.”

“Yeah,” I said. She didn’t know about my incestuous relationship with my family. “Whenever you need it, I’m here for you.”

She smiled at me as her hands unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my large breasts constrained in a soft-pink bra, lilac lacing trimming the cups. She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips plump and soft on mine. I groaned, our tongues dueling as she shoved my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts jiggled and swayed.

She broke the kiss, her hands sliding up to the straps of my bra. She slid them off my shoulders, a naughty gleam in her blue eyes. She was such a transformed girl when we were alone, able to be free and enjoy herself.

Talking echoed from below as she pushed down my bra cups, my pillowy breasts spilling out into her hands. I had inherited breasts almost as big as my mother’s, soft and pliant. She dug her fingers into my flesh, shaking them.

Then she darted a head down and sucked on my fat, pink nipple. Pleasure burst from my nub as she loved it. She nibbled on my nub with her soft lips. I groaned, my pussy clenching. This heat shot through me. My eyes widened. This delicious heat swept through me.

Juices soaked my panties. I groaned at the heat soaking out of me. My hips wiggled back and forth, the hair sweeping about my shoulders. I groaned as she nursed and suckled on me. She swirled her tongue around my nubs, caressing me. I whimpered, nibbling on my lower lip.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped.

Her mouth popped off, “Beeeeeeckyyyyyy… Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” said as more footsteps echoed. Someone passed outside her door. Her hands squeezed my breasts as she tensed. “I’ll be quiet. You’re just so good at sucking on my nipples.”

Tonya’s cheeks burned. Then she whimpered in delight and darted her head back down. She sucked back and forth on them. Her delicious lips nibbled on my nipples, sending delight down to my pussy, soaking my panties.

I groaned, my hands reaching behind me. I undid my bra, throwing it to the ground. My toes curled as the pleasure shuddered through me. She made such noisy, wet sounds every time her mouth popped off my nipples. My breasts jiggled while her blue eyes sparkled.

“You’re just so good at it,” I moaned as she engulfed my left nipple, sucking hard for a moment. Her hands kneaded both my tits as she caressed me.

I slid my hand down her back as she nursed at me. I unfastened her bra. I undid it and slipped it off her shoulders. She released my tits long enough for her bra to come off. My hands found her small breasts. I cupped her little titties, loving their firmness. I thumbed her nipples.

She squealed around my nipple. She nursed with passion. Her tongue darted around my nub. My hips wiggled back and forth, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My fingers rolled her nubs as she sucked back and forth between mine.

“Just such beautiful nipples,” she moaned. She engulfed my right nub for a moment of rapturous suckling. “Mmm, I love them.” She popped my left into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing.

“You’re just so naughty,” I groaned as stairs creaked, someone heading up them.

I trembled as those footsteps moved down the hallway. At the same moment, her mouth latched onto my nipple. I squirmed, staring at the door. Shadows passed, the floor creaking. I whimpered as a bedroom door opened and closed. They were in the next room.

I shuddered, fighting the urge to moan louder. I covered my mouth as she suckled hard. My pussy clenched. The person rustled around in the room. I groaned into my hand, muffling my passion as my friend loved my nipples.

The person left, door closing. Their footsteps passed again, shadows flashing in the gap between the door and the carpeted floor. Stairs creaked.

My friend popped her mouth off my nipple. “Oh, gosh, this is exciting and terrifying,” she moaned, her blue eyes glassy. “Are you as wet as me, Becky?”

“Check for yourself,” I said, grabbing my skirt and hauling them up, revealing my pink panties, a lilac bow at the front.

My friend shoved her hand into my panties, caressing through my silky bush to cup my pussy. I groaned as her fingers caressed my sex. I whimpered as she stroked fingers up and down my juicy folds. My friend’s eyes lit up.

“You are soaked,” she moaned. “As much as me.”

“Let’s find out,” I panted, pleasure tingling through me. My hand shot between her thigh, reaching up beneath her skirt. I found her panties, feeling the soaked crotch. She whimpered as my fingers slipped through the leg hole and rubbed her wet bush and silky labia.

Her juices coated my fingers.

“Someone’s drenched,” I purred. “Mmm, you want me to bust out the vibrators?”

“Are you going to… take my cherry?” she asked. “I mean… I want my first time to be on my wedding night.”

I winked at her. “They’re small. I think they’re called clit rockets. Just for rubbing on the outside. No penetration.”

A smile crossed her lips. I hoped to have daddy enjoy her, but if she wanted to wait for the boy she loved, I understood that. Daddy took my cherry, and it was magical, even if Sam was present.

We pulled our hands out of the other’s panties. I spun around on the bed, my breasts swaying. I leaned over it to grab my schoolbag, kneeling, my rump pointed at my friend. I shuddered as she flipped up my skirt and tugged down my panties, her hot lips kissing at my rump.

Thank you, Daddy, for talking to her, I thought. And thank you, Lord, for letting her know this was okay.

I shuddered as her tongue licked lower. I snagged my bag as she nuzzled into my bush. Her tongue flicked out through my pussy, caressing my hot folds. I shuddered as she penetrated into me, swirling around. My hands shook as I ripped open my bookbag, the zipper rasping.

It was full of my schoolbooks and notebooks. A pencil case spilled out as she shoved her tongue deep into my twat. I found the velvet bag I put the vibrators into it. I pulled it out as her tongue sent a wave of delight rippling through me.

“Mmm, you taste good,” my friend moaned.

I shuddered and whirled around, my panties around my knees. “You’re so naughty, Tonya.”

She giggled while someone, probably her father, laughed downstairs.

I opened her bag and dumped the vibrators into my hands. They were small and pink, shaped like lipstick cases, round at one end and flat at the other. The vinyl body coated the vibrator’s interior. I could fee the little bump that was the button. I pressed one and it buzzed to life, the end blurring.

“Ooh, that sounds naughty,” my friend moaned, her small breasts jiggling as she unzipped her skirt.

“Uh-huh,” I said as she arched her back and threw her bottom to the side. The skirt fluttered to the floor. Then she shoved off her panties, exposing her blonde bush soaked in her excitement. Her tangy musk filled my nose, mixing with the familiar hint of my spicy pussy.

I handed her the buzzing toy then attacked my own skirt. I squirmed, pulling it off and my panties, my pussy on fire. The bed creaked. Noise rattled in the kitchen. Her mother was making dinner. How much time did we have?

It had to be enough.

Naked, the pair of us lounged against her frilly pillows propped up against the brass frame of her headboard. I threw my left leg over her right, my breasts jiggling. I turned my vibrator on, the two toys humming away.

“I hope this isn’t too loud,” Tonya said, her cheeks flushed.

“Want to stop?”

She shook her head. “I’m too wet!”

“Me, too,” I said.

“Mmm, I bet that big, fat clit of yours will love this,” she said, bringing the vibrator down to my bush.

My arm crossed hers as I went for her pussy. I gasped as the buzzing end found my clit, a fatter nub than her cute, little bud. My toes curled. My cunt clenched. Rapture shot through me as the toy massaged my aching spot.

“Darn, that’s good!” I moaned.

“Quiet,” my friend gasped as she rubbed the vibrator around my clit. My juices flowed, staining her pink comforter, creating a wet spot beneath my rump.

“Sorry,” I whimpered as I thrust the vibrator through her bush to find her pussy.

Her clit.

My friend’s back arched at the first contact of the vibrator on her virgin pussy. She threw back her head, rattling the brass frame, the hollow tubes ringing. She whimpered, her leg rubbing against mine, her vibrator pressing harder against my clit.

Pleasure shot through me.

“Oh, my gosh, Becky!” she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, shoot, that’s incredible. Oh, yes, yes!”

“Quiet,” I moaned, her mother bustling beneath us in the kitchen.

“Right, right,” moaned Tonya, her blue eyes opening. “It’s just… Geez, this wonderful. It’s buzzing. It’s sending all these naughty sensations through me.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, nodding my head in pure agreement. I licked my lips, my heart thundering in my chest. This pleasure surged through my body as she massaged my clit. My eyes fluttered as the delight trembled through my flesh.

I whined as my body twitched and groaned. My eyes squeezed shut. Stars burst across my vision. I whimpered, my juices spilling out of me. Our legs rubbed together, skin caressing silky skin. Our vibrators danced on each other, hers massaging in slow circles around my clit.

I slid mine up and down her pussy, her juices coating my fingers. Her silky bush caressed my hand as I pleased her. I stared into her eyes, lost in their blue depths as we pleasured each other. She moaned. I gasped.

Her mother banged metal against metal in the kitchen, shouting.

“Oh, my gosh, Becky!” Tonya shuddered, pressing the vibrator hard against my clit. My thick bud drank in the pleasure. “It’s… it’s… Oh, my gosh.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “We’re going to explode.”

Footsteps thundered up the stairs as we moaned and whined, rubbing those buzzing toys against the other’s pussy. The bed creaked as we shifted. Footsteps rushed past the hallway, shadows flashing beneath the door.

“This is incredible,” she whimpered. “Oh, gosh, I’m going to cum so fast.”

I nodded my head, a throaty moan bursting from my lips. My pussy clenched, my climax building inside of me, feeding on the buzzing joy that swelled and swelled in me. My eyes fluttered as my juices spilled out of me, the air filled with our passion.

“I can’t hold back!” Tonya moaned as someone rustled through the bathroom. The water hissed on. “Oh, yes, yes!”

“Quiet!” I moaned.

“Right!” she gasped. Then she kissed me.

Hard.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She squealed into my lips. Juices gushed out of her pussy, spilling over my hand. The bed creaked and groaned as her tongue dueled with mine. My eyes squeezed shut as she pressed the clit rocket tight against me.

It popped into my pussy’s depths, buzzing and stimulating my sheath.

My cunt convulsed. Pleasure exploded through me. I groaned into her mouth, our tongues dueling. Juices gushed out of me as I shared this wonderful moment of rapture with her. My eyes fluttered, stars bursting across my vision.

It was incredible. It was amazing.

The bathroom door banged open.

I kissed Tonya with such passion, rubbing her pussy with the vibrator as the buzzing toy in my own cunt sent waves after waves through my pussy. Pleasure slammed into my mind again and again, drowning me. It was—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Tonya, Becky, it’s almost dinner!” her little brother called, hammering on her door.

“Okay!” Tonya gasped as she broke our kiss, bucking. “We’ll be down… down… Yes!”

“What are you two doing in there?” he asked.

“Studying!” I gasped, my orgasms rippling through me. Would he open the door? Would he catch us?

Another climax exploded through me. Powerful. Magnificent. Stars danced before my eyes. Darkness fuzzed along the edges of my vision. The bed creaked and groaned as we thrashed and shuddered. My large breasts heaved. The vibrator buzzed inside my spasming pussy.

BANG!

“Stop studying and come eat!” he shouted then darted off.

“Yes!” Tonya gasped, shuddering. “Oh, gosh! Oh, that was close!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, ripping the vibrator from her. “Mmm, I guess we should get out there.”

Her eyes widened. “We have to clean up!”

I giggled as she flew off the bed and grabbed her skirt.

This was going to be a wonderful sleepover. It wasn’t the orgy going on at our home. Sam was excited to have her naughty sleepover, confessing her friends were all interested in fucking Daddy. Mom would be joining the fun.

I wasn’t one for such big groups. It was better with just a few people. Or one. Daddy, Mommy, Tonya, or Sam were fun one on one.

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

Linda Davies

“Pop her cherry, Mom,” Sam moaned. My husband was having fun with Rita and Tammy, fucking those two naughty, schoolgirl sluts and taking their cherries while I got to take Courtney’s.

I was so glad Sam wanted this sleepover. It gave my husband the excuse to edit her friends to be into this orgy. I had a feeling my husband made sure I had my own cherry to pop, changing the circumstances of Courtney’s life so she wanted to have me break in her pussy with my strap-on.

This would be my first time taking a girl’s virginity. I had made love to so many women, but they were all ladies who had sex many times, often with boyfriends or husbands. I gave them their first lesbian sex, of course, but this felt special.

“Do it, Mom,” Sam said, her petite body straddling her friend’s face. Sam’s short, fiery hair swelled around her head. Her small breasts jiggled, her pink nipples aching. My daughter was such a cute tomboy, feisty and wild.

“Yes, yes, please, Mrs. Davies,” Courtney moaned, squirming on the ground as Sam pressed her shaved pussy down on the wanton girl’s mouth.

I groaned, loving Courtney’s small breasts jiggling. Her stomach was smooth, hips curving. A trimmed, black bush adorned her pussy. I licked my lips, the flavor of her sweet juices still lingering. Sam and I had eaten Courtney out, getting her ready to lose her virginity.

I lost mine to my boyfriend after graduating from high school, trying to prove to myself that I was only into guys. It hurt. It sucked. I wished I had given my cherry to my husband. He would have been a better lover than Greg, but I didn’t meet my husband until college.

I pressed the dildo into her pussy, sliding it up and down against her hot flesh. Her bush caressed the pink tip. Her juices coated it. I felt resistance as I found the entrance to her pussy. That little hymen that the boys would have fought over for the chance to enjoy.

I got to enjoy it because of my husband’s powers.

I grinned, loving that I got to advise him. That he trusted me. Together, we would change Rainier for the better. We would make something amazing of our town and the hotties that lived in it.

Courtney whimpered. Sam shuddered, her friend eating her pussy.

I thrust.

The dildo pressed against my clit. The pleasure soared through me. I groaned in delight as her cherry popped. I buried into her, sliding into her depths. Her flesh engulfed the fake cock as she whimpered into my daughter.

“Oh, Courtney, yes!” Sam moaned, her back arching, her green eyes flashing. “Enjoy it! You’re not a virgin any longer!”

My daughter sounded so joyful. I loved it. I drew back and then thrust in again. I pumped my cock in and out of Courtney’s pussy. I slammed into her, filling her to the brim with my dildo. The girl shuddered, her thighs wrapping around me. She whimpered and squirmed.

I thrust hard, fast. My tits heaved before me. The pleasure surged through me every time I thrust, my clit drinking in the pressure. The rapture spun around me. I was dizzy with the euphoria of this moment.

I made Courtney into a woman.

The nineteen-year-old girl squealed into my daughter’s pussy, licking her, feasting on Sam’s snatch. My daughter moaned, her hips dancing, grinding her shaved cunt on her friend’s face. Sam’s green eyes met mine, glowing with passion.

“Oh, Mom, she loves it!” Sam gasped. “Ooh, she’s got her tongue shoved deep into me. She’s swirling it around.”

“Good,” I moaned, thrusting hard, fast. I pumped my dildo in and out of the girl’s snatch, loving the way it vanished into Courtney. “Mmm, she’s got a juicy cunt.”

“I bet she does,” my daughter said, a wild grin on her face. “Ooh, Mommy, this is hot, isn’t it?”

I nodded my head, my heart pounding in my chest. I pumped harder, faster. I buried again and again into Courtney, my pussy drinking in the sparks flaring from my clit. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing about my shoulders.

Then I gasped as Sam’s fingers grabbed my tits with greedy passion. I groaned as my daughter buried her face between them. She squeezed my tits around her face. She worked her head back and forth, caressing me. Teasing me.

Then she kissed at my inner slope. She smooched up my right breast, coming closer and closer to my areola.

“Mmm, yes, yes, love Mommy’s nipple while she fucks your friend’s pussy!” I moaned, my juices dribbling down my thighs.

“I love sucking on your nipples!” Sam moaned, her eyes so bright. We were so close. I was glad it wasn’t the original timeline where we fought all the time. I had no memories of it, but Steve did.

This was better.

We shared a taboo, incestuous passion.

My daughter latched onto my dark-red nipple, nursing on it like she had as a baby. My pussy clenched. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my heart screaming through my chest. This amazing rapture rippled through me.

It was incredible.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my gasps mixing with the sound of my husband fucking Rita and Tammy at the other end of the living room. It sounded like he was going back and forth between their pussies.

Kinky.

My daughter sucked with hunger, the pleasure from her nursing shooting down to my pussy. I groaned, dizzy passion swirling through me as my hips pumped forward, driving my dildo into Courtney’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mrs. Davies,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my daughter’s twat. “Ooh, that’s good.”

“Just enjoy it, honey!” I groaned, holding my daughter to my breast. My fingers ran through Sam’s silky hair as she nursed and suckled.

My nipple throbbed and ached. I squeezed my eyes shut, thrusting hard and fast into my daughter’s friend. I filled her to the brim. I slammed into her hard and fast. I pumped away at her, slamming deep into her juicy cunt.

My orgasm built fast. This was so exciting. I broke in the pussy I fucked with my toy. My dildo speared into her depths first. I shuddered, my juices flowing. Every spark of pleasure from my clit fed my growing climax.

“Mmm, yes, yes, take my cock, Courtney! I bet you’re going to cum on it.”

“I am, Mrs. Davies!”

Sam squealed on my nipple. Her head popped away. “Yes, yes, Courtney, suck on my clit! Let’s all cum together!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned as my daughter engulfed my left nipple, sucking with such hunger, my areola tingling, my nub throbbing in her hot mouth.

I slammed hard and fast into Courtney’s pussy. I churned the girl up. I pumped deep into her. The pleasure spilled through me. My eyes fluttered as this heat danced inside of me. I groaned, sucking in deep breaths as the delight spilled through me.

My hips danced back and forth. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. My fingers clenched. The pleasure built and built. The rapture fluttered through me. I gasped, my orgasm swelling and swelling, threatening to drown me.

“Mrs. Davies!” squealed Courtney. “Yes, yes, I’m cumming!”

Sam’s head popped off my nipple. Her flushed face hovered before me, green eyes glassy. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum, too. Keep sucking on my clit, Courtney. Keep moaning on it as Mom fucks you and… and… Yes!”

My daughter’s face contorted in rapture. The pleasure twisted her expression as she threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Her lips tasted faintly of sweet pussy.

Courtney’s pussy.

I slammed into the schoolgirl’s cumming snatch, the dildo’s base almost crushing my clit. My nub loved it. Rapture jolted from my bud and electrified my growing orgasm. My climax burst through me. My pussy convulsed.

Juices gushed out of me.

I whimpered into the incestuous kiss with my daughter. My tongue danced and dueled with hers. The pleasure rippled over me. I groaned, dazed and shuddering from the pleasure spilling through me. I whimpered, my heart hammering in my chest.

It was incredible. This amazing delight. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to savor it forever. My tongue caressed my daughter’s as we shared this delight of making love to her friend. My mind drowned beneath the fuzzy bliss.

I reveled in this orgasm.

Sam broke the kiss and howled out, “Now Daddy has to fuck you, Courtney!”

“Breed you,” I whimpered, still loving the fact my husband’s cum had bred both our daughters and two of the slutty schoolgirl he was fucking at the college.

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” whimpered Sam, her eyes fluttering. “Courtney wants your dick in her, too!”

I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned at the sight of my husband staring at his phone. The two girls he just fucked were kissing. Then they spun around into a sixty-nine, licking each other’s pussies.

I grinned at the sexy sight of the dark Rita atop her pale friend.

My husband set down his phone. I arched an eyebrow at him, knowing why he checked his phone.

“Too early to know,” he said.

“Know what?” Sam asked. “The dumb election for the new mayor?”

I swallowed at the reminder someone edited reality to make my husband the next mayor of Rainier. “Yeah,” I lied. My husband was checking if he’d bred Rita and Tammy. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not,” Sam said. “Come on, Daddy. Fuck my friend. Courtney is all ready for you.”

“I am, Mr. Davies,” moaned the girl, her voice sounding flushed as she shuddered beneath my daughter.

“Mmm, she’s ripe and eager for it,” I said and pulled my strap-on out of her.

My husband sauntered over, his dick, soaked in two girls’ virgin pussy juices, bobbing before him. I couldn’t help but suck on his cock when he reached us. I popped my mouth over it, tasting the mixed flavor of the two girls’ twats.

He groaned, pleasure crossing his face. I loved pleasing him He had given me an amazing life. He had ensured I was happy all the time, and my new job as the college’s nurse would give me more opportunity for fun.

Whatever this scheme from the other editor was, I knew we would face it together. We would figure it out. And with my husband as mayor, we would really change Rainier for the better. Ideas already buzzed in my mind about how to do it.

I popped my mouth off his cock, loving the mix of tangy and spicy pussies lingering on my tongue. “Go get her, stud,” I purred. “Pump her full of all that cum.”

“God, I love you, Linda,” my husband groaned as he fell to his knees beside me.

He kissed me hard. My heart beat faster. I loved him, too. My pussy clenched. I was eager for him to fuck Courtney while I took care of our daughter’s hot cunt. This sleepover was just getting started.

To be continued…

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This is completely fiction, so don’t worry, I was never molested. Let me know if I clicked any wrong tags

–It all started when I was 12. I remember it like it just happened, how could I ever forget? My parents were going out of town for a few days, moving trucks. My older brother was staying with my aunt, and I insisted I was old enough to take care of myself. However, my parents gave me a big fat no as the answer. They asked one of my dads friends, Jamie, to stay with me while they were gone. Jamie was 28. I always thought she was kind of weird with her really short brown hair, never wearing girls clothes, and driving a big truck. What kind of girl did that?
–Jamie came in as my parents were packing to be ready to go, and my brother was gone. I was still a bit pissed so I just sat there playing on the computer with my dirty blonde hair pulled back.
–Jamie smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry Lisa, we’ll have lots of fun. We can do anything you want.” I just shrugged and said my goodbyes then went to my room.
–I changed into more comfortable clothes which were shorts and a tank top. I was pretty happy with my body at this point because I was just starting to mature and already had breasts. I have always been petite so I knew I could look good in little but my dad always threw a fit, telling me to “put some damn clothes on” as he put it. I had just starting having my period a few months earlier so of course, I was already like a sex crazed teenager but I knew NOTHING about sex.
–All I knew was that 2 people get naked, nothing else. I knew about how to french kiss from hearing people talk but I had never even had a closed mouth kiss. I knew you could do sex stuff with your mouths too but not much else. All in all, I was pretty naive.
–I came out and turned on the tv, flopping on the couch. Jamie was just sitting there reading and looked up at me, face getting red, “A girl your age really shouldn’t dress like that.”
–I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on. It’s just shorts.” Then I flipped it to comedy central.
–I could feel that she was watching me which made me curious about her. I looked her up and down out of the corner of my eye with envy. Why couldn’t I have big boobs like hers? Why does she hide them under those baggy shirts? I wonder how thin she is. She walked to the kitchen and I saw she was in mens pants and remembered having to wear my brothers hand me downs and it always made me so mad. What would make a woman want to do that? Then I noticed the sway of her hips and was intrigued by it.
–When she sat back down, I walked to the kitchen to get a drink, trying to walk like she did. Jamie stifled a giggle behind me which made me mad so I hid behind the fridge door. I took longer than I needed in picking to drink tea and tried to get a cup but it was out of my reach since I was so short.
–”Um, Jamie?” I said shyly.
–”Yeah honey?”
–”I can’t reach.” I said in a defeated tone.
–She smiled and come over and got a cup out for me. As she reached up, her shirt lifted a bit and I could see how toned she was. I also saw she had a tattoo, SO COOL! It was on her left hip and it was two girls symbols locked together.
— I blurted out, “What’s that mean?” and poked at the tattoo. She almost dropped the cup and sat it on the table.
–”Oh, well, you know how girls usually date boys?” She asked, her face a bit red. I nodded.
–”Well, I’m a girl that dates girls.” She said and walked back into the livingroom.
–I stood there for a minute before I poured my drink. What? Did she just say that? I quickly poured it and rushed into the livingroom.
–”Whoa whoa whoa. What do you mean? I thought that girls HAD to date boys? I mean, that’s how it works. All my friends look at boys and… I don’t get it. How would that even work? I mean, don’t you have to have girl parts AND boy parts to do it?” I was a bit flustered in my asking then blushed, “Well, so I’ve been told. I don’t really know for sure.”
–Jamie looked a little shocked, “Wait, you haven’t been told about sex?”
–I shook my head no and said, “But I really wanna know. All my friends seem to and I’m too embarrassed that I don’t know to ask.”
–Jamie took a deep breath and patted the seat beside her. I sat down and sipped at my tea. “Well, do you know where babies come from?”
–”Yeah, I know they grow inside a girl then come out between her legs.”
–”Well, for the baby to start growing, the girl has to have sex with the boy. It only works if she’s old enough to though. Have you started your period?”
–I blushed and said, “YEAH! DUH! I mean, I’m not some little kid! I know it’s something about an egg for the baby breaking down and coming out. I’m just glad it breaks down! I mean, I’m not a chicken, I don’t want a whole egg coming out!”
–She laughed then said, “Well, for the woman to have a baby, that egg has to get fertilized. Then it grows into a baby inside her for 9 months.”
–”Huh, that’s weird. That’s why pregnant ladies get fat? The baby growing inside?” I asked then thought out loud. “How do you fertilize the egg? I don’t want some dirt in my belly if I ever want a baby!”
–Jamie busted up laughing, “No no no, it’s not like gardening. Boys have the stuff that fertilizes them.”
–”How do you get it?” I asked.
–Here she got bright red, “Well, with sex. See, if a boy touches himself, his weewee will get hard. Then, he puts it inside the girl, where the baby can come out, and starts pushing it in and out.”
–”OH MY GOD! EWWW!! They pee with that thing!! I NEVER want something like that inside me!” I made a gagging face.
–”I don’t blame you there, they’re really gross. Well, once he’s been doing that a while, white stuff squirts out of where he pees and that’s what fertilizes the egg. It’s called sperm or cum as slang.”
–”Wow, that’s gross. Can girls make cum?” I asked.
–”Well, sort of. It’s not something that fertilizes though. Well, if a girl is really worked up, and wants sex, she gets wet down there. That is girl cum. She can also make more if she has an orgasm.”
–”Well that explains a lot. I’m almost always wet down there. I was so embarrassed! I thought I just peed a bit! But what’s an orgasm?”
–Her eyes got huge, “Well, it’s a REALLY good feeling a girl gets if something feels really good on her privates long enough. How often do you get wet? Does something cause it?” Jamie asked me, fidgeting in her seat.
–”Well, if I touch down there and sometimes when I’m hanging out with my friends like when we’re changing or hugging. But you can’t have sex with a girl, there’s no,” I whispered this, “penis.”
–She seemed intrigued by what I said but just asked, “You already touch yourself? I do too.” Jamie said biting her lip.
–”Yeah but it starts to kinda hurt after awhile so I stop. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. How do you do it right?”
–Jamie smiled a bit, “Well it’s hard to explain. You just gotta keep trying till you find what feels good to you.”
–”Show me?” I asked, truly curious. I mean, I’ve changed clothes around other girls so what could be wrong with this?
–”Her eyes got big a bit and she started stammering, “I don’t think I should do that.”
–”Fine, I’ll show you and you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.” I said.
–She started stuttering and saying no but I took off my shorts and panties and laid on the couch. She was just staring at my pussy which made me start to get wetter.
–”Why is this making me wet Jamie?” I asked, feeling around down there to feel the moisture.
–Something seemed to crack in Jamie and she groaned and came over. “Well, it helps if you take your shirt off. I’ll do it too.” She said as she pulled off my shirt, undid my bra, and sat it all by me.
–Somehow this embarrassed me and made my face red. She took off her shirt and bra too, her nipples were darker than mine. A kind of brown color whereas mine were really pink. He breasts were a lot bigger too and I couldn’t help but stare.
–Jamie smiled at me and asked, “Do you want to feel them? Yours will be this big when you’re older probably too.” She asked, tweaking her nipples.
–I saw them get hard like mine and reached out slowly with both hands and touched them. Jamie sighed and leaned back her head a bit. Her skin was so soft. Her body looked so firm but when I squeezed her tits a bit, they were soft. I tweaked her nipples like she had and she jumped a bit.
–She then removed my hands, “Now show me how you do it, and I’ll show you how I do it” She said as she took off her pants.
–I blushed and said, “Well I hear girls talking about fingering but my fingers can’t reach that far, so I just play with this.” Then started rubbing my clit.
–She laid back on the floor with her bottom in my direction. I couldn’t help but notice how round her ass was and wished mine was too. “You mean like this? On your clit? That’s what it’s called.” She said as she started rubbing her clit too.
–I nodded and kept going before long I started to feel that painful pressure and stopped. “See, now it hurts.”
–Jamie got up and sat between my legs. “Don’t stop, it starts feeling better after that.”
–”But it hurts, I don’t want to.” I whined.
–”Then I will for you.” She said and started rubbing my clit. I started squirming.
–”But Jamie, it feels weird.” I said in a slight moan.
–Then she leaned down and licked it which really made me jump.
–”W-what are you doing?” I asked confused but it felt good.
–”Trust me Lisa.” She said then started sucking on it and all of the sudden the pain vanished into spasms of the greatest feeling in the world. I felt juices flow out of my pussy and they squirted at her. I immediately snapped out of it.
–Jamie sat there with a shocked look on her face, with my cum on her face. I didn’t know what it was. Too a young girl, it seemed like I had just peed on her face.
–”Oh god! I’m so sorry! Here, let me get you a towel! Oh I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that.” I said flustered and tried to get up.
–She wiped her face and licked it and at first I was grossed out until she said, “Wow, you’re a squirter! That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”
–”B-but didn’t I,” I blushed hard and whispered, “pee?”
–Jamie smiled sexy and kept wiping it off and licking it, “No, it’s cum. Most girls can’t squirt it out like that though. Do you wanna try that on me?”
–”I guess. It felt so good. Was that an orgasm?”
–”Yes it was sweety. Now you get to give me one like I just did for you.” She said and laid back. “Just do what I did. I’ll help you.”
–I nodded and leaned my head down and licked her opening a bit. “It taste funny.”
–”It’s an aquired taste. You’ll grow to like it. Play around a little. I know you’re curious.” She said breathing heavily.
–So I used my fingers and spread her lips, just looking at it all over. I put a finger inside, curious what it felt like. “Oh yeah, now feel around.” Jamie said and I did so. I felt all the walls. It was slimy and soft but with rough patches. She moaned a bit as I did so. I thought that meant I was hurting her so I stopped.
–”No, it’s okay babygirl. Moaning means it feels good and you’re doing it right. Keep playing.” She said, a bit desperately.
–I put my finger back in but felt I still had space so I put in another and wiggled them a bit. She moaned again so I figured she liked it so I kept wiggling them.
–”Now use your mouth. Lick and suck on my clit.” Jamie said, somewhat pushing against my hand.
–I leaned my head back down and nibbled her clit. “Oh, that’s good just don’t bite hard.”
–”O-okay.” I said then started nibbling it again, then sucking it, still fingering her. I started following instinct and slid my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her moan. Then I made circles around her clit with my tongue, sucking it some. I started just making random patterns with my tongue, starting to have fun with it. I didn’t want to stop even though my mouth was hurting and my tongue was tired.
–”Oh god, don’t stop Lisa, I’m so close.” I took this as a cue to do it all more and before long her whole body started spasming. I didn’t know if I should stop but she seemed to like it so I kept going. I could feel that thick stuff coming out onto my fingers and chin but that didn’t stop me.
–Soon enough she reached a hand down and pushed me away. “That’s enough baby. You’re really good at that. You want to do more?”
–”No,” I said with a clenched jaw, “My mouth hurts.”
–”Aww, poor baby.” She said taking me face in her hands. “Let me kiss it and make it feel better.”
–She then kissed my cheek, then my lips. I closed my eyes and parted my lips a little. My first kiss! With a girl! An older girl! Jamie slipped her tongue into my mouth and I followed her lead, letting her direct this tongue dance.
–I copied some movements she was making until I couldn’t do anymore and she stopped. We stared into each others eyes dreamily.
–”Come on Lisa, let’s go get you cleaned up.” She said and lead me to the bathroom

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