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Kinsey walks into their living room and catches her husband, David, looking up their daughter’s nighty

I still thought of my fourteen-year-old daughter as a little girl until the day I accidentally caught my husband, David, looking at her as something more. It was summer, and David and I are both school teachers, so all three of us were stagnant for the summer. We were occupying ourselves by watching a movie and I was returning from the kitchen with popcorn for the night. Emily was lying on the couch, completely unaware, knees up, her phone propped in front of her, offering her father a perfect view under her nightgown. Her nightgown was plenty long enough under normal circumstances, but with her feet on the couch, pulled in to lift her knees, most of her thighs were in view, along with some of her panties. I halted, not because of the way Emily was sitting, but because her dad was sneaking a peak.

I stood there and watched for nearly a minute. Emily seemed completely unaware. Her attention was completely on her phone as usual and David kept looking, staring right up her nighty, the bulge in his sweats showing his interest.

I couldn’t blame David for looking for a couple of reasons. My daughter hasn’t quite figured it out yet. She’s still a little young, but also, her figure isn’t perfect. She’s not the skinny model type, nowhere near fat, mind you, but her legs are thick, mostly with muscle from soccer. Her stomach is still fairly flat, showing signs of definition when she flexes and for a girl her age, she has nice sized breasts. I’ve seen her naked and if I were a man, I’d want to look too. I also couldn’t blame David, because I wasn’t appalled by him looking at her. In fact, seeing him looking at her made me a little wet. I’d never told anyone this, but when I was her age, I used to sit on my father’s lap, just to see if I could get a rise out of him. When I did, it excited me, making me feel a little sexier than I did before I discovered what happened to men when pretty girls sat on their laps. Nothing ever happened between my father and I, but a few times, I let myself fantasize about what I would do if he ever tried anything with me. My only regret, I think, is that nothing ever did.

A part of me wanted her experience to be different.

Once I realized that there was nothing more to see, I continued into the living room and retook my seat on the loveseat. Emily kept her position for a while as the movie played, but David was no longer free to look over at her without risking me seeing him.

The rest of the night was eventless, but I couldn’t get the incident out of my mind. I kept seeing him gazing at her and it made me wonder where he was at. Whether he was capable of sharing an experience with Emily that my father wasn’t capable of sharing with me. God knew I tried a few times. Prancing around my house in my panties, trying to get my father to notice me, which, in his defense, he did, always reminding me to go back to my room and put something on. Not the reaction I was hoping for.

The next morning, I decided to take a little action. I put a lot of thought into it the evening before, trying to figure out how to plant the seed, either in David’s head to get him to try something with her, or in Emily’s to get her to want him to. I decided Emily was my best option. David already had the incest seed somewhere in his mind. For my plan to work, Emily needed to be on the same page.

“Can I talk to you for a minute,” I asked her after knocking on the frame of her open bedroom door. She was in her room, headphones donned, partying away to music I didn’t understand. She looked a little annoyed, but she stopped her music and removed her headphones.

“Is it important?” she asked me. “I’m not in the mood right now for lectures, mom.”

“Oh, boy,” I said.

“Seriously? It’s summer, mom. No lectures, please?”

“Well, I’ll try not to make it sound like a lecture then. I’ll just inform you of what happened last night.”

“What happened? Grandma’s okay, isn’t she?”

“She’s fine. It’s about your father,” I said. I turned and closed the door and then sat down next to her.

“What about dad? Wait? You two are happy, right?”

“We’re fine. Just listen and stop trying to guess.”

“Okay,” she said.

“I don’t want to creep you out or anything, all right. But I think it’s important to understand something about men.”

“What?” she asked, looking confused and her curiosity was getting up there.

“Men like to look at women.”

“Duh,” she said. “I’m not like, a total moron, mom.”

“Well, I just need you to be aware of that. You know? Mind what you are wearing and how you’re wearing it, that’s all.”

“What’s wrong with what I wear?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Then, I don’t get it, mom? This whole conversation seems weird.”

“I saw your father looking at you last night.”

“Looking at me, uh … how?” she said.

“On the couch. You had your knees propped up and your nightgown was open. Hon? You’re a beautiful young woman. Nice to look at. I think your father was just a little curious, that’s all.”

“He was, like? Trying look up my nightgown? Like? Creeping me?”

“Is that what they call it now?”

“Yeah, if he was looking at me like that. It’s a definite creeping.”

“I don’t think your dad’s a creep, honey.”

“It’s just a term, mom. It’s what it’s called. They have like, websites dedicated to it. People put little webcams … anyway, it’s just a term. I’m not actually calling dad a creep.”

“I’m only telling you so you can be aware, okay? I think you should know that if you wear certain clothing, your father seems willing to … look.”

I started to get up, figuring I’d honor my word about not lecturing her.

“So, are you like? Gonna start sharking what I wear now?”

“No,” I said. “I think it’s harmless either way. I just thought it was fair for you to know. Wear what you want.”

I thought I handled it pretty well. I didn’t want to make anything too obvious. My hope was simply to plant the seed. Her father liked looking at her. If she liked him looking, she’d do the rest. She’d give him more opportunities to see things.

But it didn’t work. Nothing more happened. The only thing I noticed was that she was following my advice, going out of her way to wear longer skirts and an older nightgown that hung to the floor. I was disappointed to say the least. At that point, I knew I needed to let it go. The only way I wanted anything to happen between her and her father was if she wanted it to. Apparently, she didn’t.

Not at first.

It took a couple of days. Prior to that, I did notice her looking at her father differently. It was clearly on her mind. She didn’t really treat him any differently. All she did was look at him a little more often than she used to. Wondering.

Three nights later, we decided to watch another movie and Emily was in the same night gown she wore the night I first saw David looking at her, but she wasn’t on the couch. I was. I laid there and Emily laid on the floor, munching the popcorn I made, her nightgown lay across the back of her thighs, making me wish it was just a little higher. Her panties were covered, but I couldn’t help but notice David glancing at her again, most likely wishing the same thing I was. At first, that’s all there was to it. Emily lying there, her nightgown teasing both David and I, David, occasionally glancing down at the backs of her stern thighs.

And then she changed things a little. She looked over at him, just as his eyes were diverting from her and I saw it. Curiosity. She reached back, pretending to scratch her butt, ‘accidentally’ hiking her night gown up a little more, giving David just a little more to look at. She went back to watching the movie, but I’m pretty sure her peripheral attention was somewhere else. She laid there still and then a little while later, she parted her legs a little, taking another quick glance David’s way, nearly catching him again. I had a nice view from where I was sitting. She was right in front of me, so I could see her fine and I could see David without moving my eyes from the side of my vision. The bottom curve of her rump was in view and David was enjoying it a little more regularly than when her nightgown wasn’t lifted as high. With her legs slightly parted, I could see between her legs. She was a little wet down there. Just a little, the tiniest spot beginning to form.

She scratched again, lifting her nighty an inch or so higher, but also dragging some of her panties into her butt crack, quite the opposite of what women normally do. She left it there, keeping a small portion of her buttocks free to breathe air.

And then, she looked back at me. I’m pretty sure I did it in time. Just when her head began to turn twist in the opposite direction, I panicked, afraid her awareness of my presence would give her pause, so I snapped my eyes closed, pretending I had fallen asleep as I sometimes do when we watch movies at night. I waited for what felt like six eternities before I opened them again and my heart skipped a beat. She must have fallen for my ploy, because when I opened my eyes again, she had stepped it up a notch. She was lying on her back, her head cocked toward the television. She had one foot flat on the floor, propping her knee toward the ceiling and she was waving that knee back and forth, back and forth, her other leg laid casually to the side, offering David a much better view of herself. I continued to keep my eyes partially closed, but kept my eye on her, the need in my loins growing as I watched my daughter taunting her father with her family jewels.

2

From there, the escalation came a little easier. Normally, I’m the first one up, but my sleep must have been a little more restless that night and I slept in a little later than normal. I woke up at eight and David was already gone from the bed, so I got up, slipped on my robe and headed for the kitchen. I could already smell the coffee brewing and I definitely wanted a cup. Emily was getting bolder.

She was standing there in front of the coffee pot when I came in, stirring a cup of coffee for herself, wearing a half tank top and panties. Nothing more. As was the case, last night, one cheek of her panties was pulled into the crack of her ass and she was stirring her coffee more than it needed to be, her father perched onto the stool behind her, his eyes pointed directly at her rump. They diverted to me when I walked in and Emily quickly snapped to attention, spinning toward me. She reached back and jerked her panties out of the crack of her butt, grabbed her coffee and started for the archway leading out.

“What’s your hurry,” I taunted, almost relishing in the fact that I busted her again.

“Sorry, mom, I, um … just wanted a cup of coffee. I didn’t think dad was up yet.”

“Good morning,” David said as I walked up to give him my morning kiss.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” he asked me, quickly making sure the subject was on anything but Emily. I could see in his eyes that she was still on his mind and as I glanced down into his lap, I knew that was true. My body tingled again, making me want more and my mind scrambled, trying to think of how I could assist things, give them privacy and watch what happens at the same time. My devious mind supplied an answer.

“Not sure, but I’ve been getting a little bored, so I was thinking about starting my prep work for the fall. You wouldn’t mind spending a little one on one time with Emily, would you?”

“We’ve been talking about having a Star Wars marathon day, but we know how much you love Star Wars.”

“Perfect,” I said. “I think my laptop is in the Escalade, would you mind grabbing it for me?”

“Sure,” he said, popping up right away. He headed through the garage door and as soon as he was gone, I popped into the dining room, snapped open my briefcase and pulled my wifi cam out of it. I double timed it into the living room and popped it onto our bookshelves off to the side, trying to make sure it was a little obscure and pointing toward his recliner. By the time he came back in, I was back in front of the coffee pot.

“It’s not in the Escalade, or the Honda,” he said.

“Oh,” I said. “Guess I must have brought it in, but I don’t remember that,” I lied. I finished making my coffee, and took it with me.

“Let Emily know what the plans are, will you?” he asked.

“Sure, sweetie,” I said, smiling as I walked back down the hall.

I walked up to Emily’s door. It was closed and I knocked.

“Just a second,” she yelped, her voice sounding startled and quickened. A moment later, her door opened, and her face was a little flushed.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, okay?” she said, rolling her eyes and walking back to her bed. She now had on a pair of cotton shorts.

“Do what on purpose?”

“The underwear thing. I told you, I was just…”

“I already said my piece on that, Emily. I did my duty and informed you, but I told you I wasn’t going to micro-manage you on it.”

“Oh,” she said. “Sorry.” She gave me an odd, guilty look. “He wasn’t, um … you know? Looking at me again, was he?”

“Yes, he was. He’s a man, hon. Men like to look at gorgeous women, that’s all there is to it. Don’t hold it against him, all right. It’s in his instincts to look.”

“I won’t,” she said. “And I’ll try to do better about not walking around like that.”

“It’s none of my business,” I said, holding up my hand. “Wear what you want. Your father’s a good man. The only other advice I would give you would be to not sit on his lap or anything.”

“I’ve sat on his lap before,” she said. “You never made a big deal out of it before.”

I walked into her room and shut the door behind me again, going to her and sitting beside her on her bed.

“That was before, hon. Your father is obviously starting to see as more than just his daughter. You’re a beautiful young woman and he’s noticing it. If you sat on his lap now, he might take that as permission.”

“Permission to what?”

“Touch you in ways you might not want him to. He’s a man and you’re becoming a beautiful woman. I’m not sure he could resist you if you sat on his lap now.”

“I won’t,” she said.

“I’m not telling you what to, or not to do, Emily,” I said, standing back up. “I’ve done my job again and informed you. I can’t watch over you twenty-four hours a day, so if you did, for some reason, decide to sit on his lap, it wouldn’t be right for you to complain about what happens after. That’s all I’m really trying to get across to you.”

“He wouldn’t really touch me anyway,” Emily said.

“With a body like yours,” I said, standing up. I started to walk away and she watched me with eager eyes. “And if you sent him the wrong signals? Trust me, honey. I know your father much better than you do. He’s a very sexual man. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.”

“Oh,” she said, her face a darker shade. The look in her eyes was priceless. She was stunned as her mind tried to grip what I was telling her.

“He definitely enjoyed what he saw today,” I said as I reached for her doorknob.

“Huh?” she said. “Did he tell you that?”

“His boner spoke for him,” I said. “By the way, your dad wants to watch Star Wars with you while I’m prepping for fall.”

“Okay,” she said and I could see the ideas forming in her head.

I cocked my head as I noticed something on her floor just peeking out from under her bed. The material matched her shorts and her scissors were on her night stand.

“Did you trim those shorts a little more?” I asked her.

“They were, uh … starting to fray.”

“Stand up and let me see how you look in them.”

“I think I trimmed them a little too much. I’ll throw them away,” she said.

“Let me see,” I repeated. She stood up, facing me. “Turn around,” I added, twirling my finger. She spun, letting me see the view from behind.

“Don’t throw them away,” I said. “They’re fine. They actually compliment your behind, but I’d trim them a little more. They don’t quite match and the cut is uneven.” In reality, the cut was fine. I just wanted to encourage her to cut them a little shorter, knowing full well she planned to wear them for David.

“You won’t mind if I wear them around the house?” she asked.

“Nah,” I said, waving my hand in dismissal. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Again, to plant another seed in her fertile mind. What could happen? Hopefully, a lot.

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The continuation of a man and his new two children.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I grabbed a quick shower before heading downstairs in my robe. Peter was at the dining room table, eating in the nude. A place was set for Molly and I.

“No sign of your sister yet?” I asked, coming downstairs. Peter smiled around a piece of bacon he was devouring. “If her night was anything like mine, she’s probably still sleeping.” He replied with a smirk.

“Why, what kind of night did you have?” A voice said from the top of the stairs. I was just sitting down, when Molly reached the bottom of the stairs, a puzzled look on her face, and not a stitch of clothing on. She had evidently showered, since her pretty red bush looked fresh and fluffy.

“Daddy fucked me good,” Peter replied with a smile. His face had a look of dreamy remembrance on it.

Molly, one knee on her chair with the other foot on the floor, giving me a perfect chance to enjoy her nude form, grabbed a piece of bacon with wide eyes.

“Did you get fucked in the butt?” she asked in disbelief.

Peter shrugged. “Well, yeah, that’s how it works.” he teased his sister.

Molly looked to me, her eyes had that wet, hurt look to them.

“Sis, don’t get upset. He’ll do you too.”

I suddenly felt bad, as if I had unintentionally chosen one sibling over the other. Molly sat on her chair to listen as Peter told her of his adventure. If she was still hurt, she hardly showed it. I saw her hand go down into her lap as he told her about our mutual oral sex.

Obviously rubbing herself as she listened, she finally broke in with a question. “Did he cum in you?” she asked in a voice that was huskier than she normally sounded like.

Peter sat up taller in his chair. “Why do you think I’m sitting on a towel?” he proudly asked, snagging the last of the bacon. He got up and carried his dishes to the kitchen and then bounded upstairs.

“Little One,” I said quietly. She opened her eyes to look at me. “Please save that for later.” I asked of her. Her hand slowly came to rest on the tabletop. She let out a big sigh through her nose and looked at me expectantly.

“Daddy loves you, and I truly did want to fuck you last night, but that’s all it would have been. My little girl deserves better. I want to set up an entire night for you and then make love to you. Believe me, there will be plenty of times when I want to fuck you, but last night you were a little shaken by your happy accident and then I knew you’d be drained. Pardon my pun.” I said, hoping to get a laugh.

She didn’t let me down, giggling and blushing. “Okay,” she said, although she still looked a little disappointed.

“Come to me, Little One,” I told her. I pushed back my chair from the table a bit and patted my leg. When she sat across my lap, I put one arm around her shoulders and held her close. She put her left arm over my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “Believe me, Daddy loves that cute little red bush. I can’t keep my hands off it, or keep it out of my mind.” She grinned and lowered her gaze. “Tonight will be all about you. We will go out and have a fancy dinner, we’ll be a little naughty and then we can come back here. You will come to my bedroom and we will see how many times you can make me cum. How’s that sound?”

Still blushing, her smile widened and she said. “Okay, Daddy, that sounds fun.” I gave her a kiss on the forehead but I was looking at her pussy.

“Let’s be a little naughty right now.” I told her. I maneuvered her little body around so that her legs now straddled one of mine. She leaned back against me, watching my hands as they slowly came together over her tummy, the fingers interlacing.

With her ear near my mouth, I began to talk softly to her. “I love your body, Little One. It’s perfect. Completely perfect. Your little breasts,” as I mentioned them, my hands lightly stroked up her stomach to gently cover each one. “They are perfect also.” I told her. Molly took in a sharp breath as he skin broke out in goosebumps. “The size of them, the color of your little pink nipples,” my hands moved to lightly pinch them as I talked about them. I kept my left hand on her breast as I let my right trail back down her front. “That cute little tummy, so flat. Seeing you in a mid-riff shirt would drive anyone crazy. Even your belly button is just right.” I got playful and tickled her navel with my finger. She giggled and squirmed but I held her close to me. “And then,” I said, dragging only my fingernails down further. “We come to that gorgeous little kitty, with its beautiful red hair.” I slid my fingers into her bush and caught some of the hairs between them, tugging them ever so lightly. She let out a ragged breath that caught as she felt my hand travel further down. I felt her shudder as I placed my hand over her mound. I could feel her wetness leaking out already. She groaned, eyes closed, and tightened her arm around my neck to help keep herself in position.

“Does that kitty like to be petted?” I asked her. With her eyes still shut, Molly could only give me a little smile and a nod.

I started rubbing over her labia, lightly at first, waiting for a response. As she began bucking her hips toward my hand more and more, I pressed harder.

I found her slit and ran my finger up to her clit, collecting the wetness along the way. Once I hit her button, she sucked in a breath through her teeth and I knew to take it softly at first. A gentle touch had her almost purring. I ran my fingertip around her little bud, using her own juice as a lubricant. Her arm around my neck tightened even more.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked. Molly nodded again and said, “Oh, yes.” I told her Daddy wanted to know when she cums so, she was to announce it. My little girl nodded quickly then went back to concentrating on her pussy.

While this was all going on, my robe tie had loosened and come open, revealing that I was naked underneath. My dick was free and harder than I could remember, but I gave all my attention to my Little One.

With her being so short, I had my right arm around her waist and my hand in her crotch. My left hand rested on her left thigh so I used it to further her excitement. Rubbing very softly along her lips, I wet my finger and then slipped into her. Increasing my attention on her clit, her bare legs began to shake uncontrollably with my finger sliding deeper into her warm folds.

By the time I had worked my finger in to the second knuckle, she was beginning to flail her legs. I was fingering her with an increasing tempo as my other hand blurred around her clit. Her arm over my shoulder was pulling me downward, but her lesser strength and smaller stature was no match for me. Molly began to pull herself up and then let herself sink back down on my finger as she began to pant and make little exclamations like, “Oh, fuck.” and “Oh, my god!”.

Just as I worked my finger in all the way, she made an announcement. “I’m so close, Daddy!”

I kept up my ministrations as she drew closer to cumming and to me, practically slamming my jaw together when her head bucked into my chin.

“Let it go, baby girl, cum for Daddy.” I whispered in her ear as it passed.

“Oh, god!” She suddenly tensed up, her naked feet finding the rung between the chair legs and hugging herself to me. Both fingers followed her movements, giving her all I could. A flood followed, like someone forcefully throwing the contents of a glass of water on the floor, she came. Hot liquid sprayed out of her little pussy and down to the hardwood floor in a splash.

“Oh, fuck!” My daughter suddenly yelled. She stayed tense for a moment as a little more girl juice leaked out and ran down my leg. Like a balloon someone had let the air out, Molly let out a breath and collapsed against me. “I came, Daddy.” She reported tiredly.

I held her close, turning her on my lap so she could sit across me again. Molly leaned into me, then realized where she was.

“That’s your cock?” She asked surprised. I could feel it warm against her leg

I told her yes and her eyes grew wider. She quickly got off my lap and stood before me, inspecting me.

Molly, my lovely girl, got on her knees to get a better look at my equipment. It was then that I realized it was her first time seeing me.

She stared a second then looked up at me. “Can I touch it?” She asked, so innocently that I had to smile.

“Of course, Little One,” I told her. I knew she was familiar with her brother’s cock, which had to be only half my length. She reached out and grabbed me with finger and thumb. Pulling it toward her, as much as a hard-on could bend, she looked at the tip with it’s larger than normal hole and deep purple head.

“It’s so hot,” She said, almost to herself. Gently, as if holding some delicate, priceless artifact, she cupped my balls. Molly’s eyes darted to my face to see that she wasn’t hurting me. How could she? I was hard as blue steel, having this beautiful redhead kneeling before me, holding my dick. She kept watching me as she slowly leaned forward. Finally, she placed her lips on the head of my dick. Light as a snowflake, she kissed it, then quickly looked up to see me with my eyes closed and a pleased smile on my face.

Again, Molly leaned in. I have never been one to have pre-cum. If I’m going to fire one off, I just do it, no warning beforehand. But this was a situation I had never experienced before. This girl, this beautiful dream come true, was nude, on her knees orally servicing me and doing it because she wanted to.

She took the head into my mouth, experimenting, and gave me a light suck, all the while still holding me in both her hands. It only lasted a few seconds, before she released me from her mouth and sat back.

She had a look on her face of contemplation. “You taste better than Peter. Yours tastes more like fruit. He tastes like beer.” she announced with a wrinkled nose.

I leaned forward and lifted her under the arms until she was standing. “And you taste like a fine champagne.” I told her, grabbing her around her naked waist suddenly and pulling her up on my lap. My arms trapped her on my lap and hers intertwined around my neck. I kissed her, directly on the mouth, which I think surprised her, but she kissed me back. When I went in for another, she was ready and opened her mouth. We battled tongues in a kiss that had me even harder, if that was possible. We stayed that way for a bit, until we heard Peter come back down the stairs. As he walked past us on his way to the kitchen, his off-hand comment about somebody having spilled something on the floor had us share a laugh.

I left word for Molly to take her time getting ready and even told Peter to help. He was to help her bathe, using her scented bath oil, (either lavender or lilac), and to treat her like it was a spa day. I laid out a simple black dress for her to wear on her bed and then retreated to my own suite. Hours later, rested and showered, dressed in a dark suit after a spa day for myself, I exited my rooms and headed down to meet my date. As she heard my tread on the stairs, she came forward, looking more radiant and beautiful than should be allowed. Her long, lustrous hair was freely flowing down her back, tucked behind each delicate ear, with her bangs just as they should be, on her forehead. She wore light eye make-up, giving her that so-called smokey-eye look, and a peach lipstick that went well with her complexion. I was happy to see she hadn’t hidden any of her freckles. Loosely draped over her bare shoulders was a burgundy wrap that complemented the strapless black dress I had chosen for her. I could just see the red polish on her toes as they peeked out of the open toes of her flats. In her hand, she held a simple black clutch purse.

“How do I look, Daddy?” She asked, her eyes sparkling as she watched me come down the last few stairs.

I waited until the last step to comment, teasing her. I adjusted my cuff links and straightening my tie before commenting.

Dutifully, she stood, expectantly waiting for my reply. I went up to her quickly, my arm snaking around her and pulling her close roughly.

“You,” I whispered to her in a taut, lowered voice. “have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I dipped her and kissed her passionately. She at first had to overcome her shock and surprise at my expression of lust and desire and then returned the kiss wholeheartedly. Peter leaned against the door into the kitchen, his arms crossed against his chest and surprisingly, wearing a pair of swimming trunks. He wore a sly smile as he asked, “Well, how did I do?”

I winked to him and stood his sister back on her feet, holding her a moment to make sure she was steady enough. “She looks perfect. Thank you.” I said as sweeping headlights shined in the front windows.

Peter walked us to the door. “Your ride awaits,” he said with flourish as he opened the door. I squeezed a butt cheek of his as we walked out.

“She couldn’t look better.” I told him.

Molly couldn’t believe I had hired us a limousine, black of course, with a driver separated from us by a solid partition. As soon as we were inside, she threw herself at me. We made out like teenagers on their way to prom.

“Oh, I am so horny,” she admitted to me, straddling my lap. “Peter teased me all day!” She sat on me, going over her day. “First he gave me a bath and washed my hair twice. Then he conditioned it and my kitten fur.” She smiled wickedly. “He even combed my hair, one hundred times like I always do. Then he brushed my kitty. He teased that you would like it soft. He even stuck the brush handle into me to make me get all wet.”

I adjusted my hard-on as she continued. “Then, when I was done in the bath, he led me to the masseuse table. He had a TV set up in the room, along with a porno on. He gave me a hot oil rubdown while he played an anal porn movie. He kept telling me you like to have anal sex.” Here she got a nervous look and bit her lip. “Is that true?”

Contemplating being honest with her and the potential to scare her, I decided to try and alleviate her mind for the evening. “I do enjoy anal, but I would not enjoy hurting you. I wouldn’t try it until you had been prepared and you were ready.”

She nodded. “Okay, cuz the movie really got me going, but I have to admit that I’m scared about it hurting. I mean, I want to make you happy, but its a little scary.”

Moving her past her apprehensions, I asked her what else she had done today. “Well, Peter gave me a facial.” Here she smirked at the term, realizing the double meaning, but I didn’t comment. “And a manicure. He’s really good at it. I swear sometimes that he’s gay.” she added, her excitement causing her to talk quickly. “He helped with my makeup too, and then helped me get dressed. He was telling me all kinds of things to get me excited, like what position did I think we’d first do it in? And did I want to suck your cock and would I try 69 with you, and would I swallow your cum? Stuff like that. He even told me how good it felt when you fucked him.” As she recalled her sexual conversations, her hand trailed down her front, intent on a little self-pleasure. I took her by the wrist, teasingly removing it to my shoulder and kissed her once more.

She then slid off my lap, turned around and sat down the seat that faced us. While looking at me, she slowly hitched her dress up a bit, teasing me with her bare legs.

“You know, you could just fuck me now, we could skip dinner,” she said wickedly. Her feet came up a bit, giving me even more of a look at her. She was more excited than I have ever seen, teasing me and herself by running her fingertips over herself through her dress. She was practically begging me to dive on her. “Fuck me now, no one will know.” I was half-tempted, but I knew making her wait while continuing to stoke the fire her brother had started would make our sex encounter even more hot.

Activating the intercom to the driver, I gave him an address to head to before the restaurant. He readily acknowledged and I felt the car change lanes. I let Molly sit across from me, teasing me and telling me about the porno, but I would not let her touch herself directly. Just as the car came to a stop, I asked her if she was wearing panties.

“Should I be?” she asked, looking embarrassed. Then a sly grin broke out on her porcelain face.

“Yes, Peter said I should.”

I reached for the door handle. “Good, come with me, Little One,” I led her out of the car, which sat in front of a store front on a quiet street. The shop had several mannequins in lingerie in the front window, tasteful as well as titillating.

I held the door open for Molly to step in as she read the sign above.

“Priscilla’s?” She looked back as me in surprise. “Isn’t this a sex shop?”

“One of the best in the city,” I replied. “You can find almost anything here.”

Once inside, Molly froze in embarrassment. She found herself confronted by hundreds of items, all having to do with sex. From toys to outfits and leather good, to a whole wall of pornographic movies, she was in overload.

“Come now, Little One, remember why we are here.” I led her along, with Molly only occasionally looking up. Her face was flushed. At the check-out counter in the center of the shop, we stopped and I introduced Molly to the clerk who I only know by her work name, Roxy Carmichael. She stood 5’6” in her crimson stiletto heels and black fishnet stockings. Her hair was blue in color and done up in a way that reminded me of Pebbles Flintstone but without the bone. She wore large, dark-framed glasses, fingerless gloves and a denim jacket over a plain white t-shirt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her small breasts didn’t need one. The skirt she wore reminded me of something fashionable from several decades ago. It puffed out from her body and was white with black polka-dots.

“Very 80’s.” I commented. “It looks good on you, Roxy.”

A large smile and a loud ‘Hey!’as she recognized me had her coming out from behind the counter for a hug. It was later that Molly told me she could see Roxy wasn’t wearing any panties. Typical.

“And who is this little beauty?” Roxy asked, leaning an arm against me as if leaning against a wall.

“Roxy, this is my new daughter, Molly. I want you to outfit her with a few things. A butterfly, a bullet with a remote control, a slender plug, and I think some of the lead weights with the adjustable pinch-type clamps.” Roxy nodded, following along as I ticked off each item. She then grabbed Molly’s hand and led her toward a back room.

While the two ladies went about their business, I did a little shopping of my own. I was able to locate another copy of a wonderful DVD on enjoying anal sex by a doctor who supposedly used to work for a porno company; a couple of different brands of lubricant, since you never know which she’ll like better, the warming or the cooling; and a black velvet choker with a small charm to go with it that read ‘Daddy’s Girl’.

I had expected that the women wouldn’t be gone too long, but after consulting my watch and realizing the reservations were coming up soon, I headed for the back room.

I was not surprised in the least to find Roxy, squatting on the floor, rubbing her shaved pussy while her face was buried in Molly’s pussy. I could see where wetness had run down Roxy’s chin and dripped onto the hardwood floor. Molly, who leaned back against a desk, was panting with her eyes screwed shut, her panties around one ankle, and her hands roaming from squeezing her breasts to pushing on the back of Roxy’s head.

“Roxy, we have dinner reservations,” I chided, leaning against the door jamb and scolding the two while I crossed my arms. Roxy gave me a grin and looked sheepish as she had to wipe her mouth with both arms. Molly looked angrier.

Roxy stood. “I couldn’t help it. She’s got a gorgeous pussy and that thick red snatch patch is too much! I couldn’t help but taste her.”

I shook my head in mock disgust, but was secretly turned on. I’d thought about watching Molly with another woman and Roxy might be the perfect candidate.

“Is she ready?” I asked as I watched Molly get her underwear in order.

Roxy grabbed a sack from the desk and came up to me. “Here’s the remote for the bullet, she’s all set. And the rest is in the bag.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and I caught the faint smell of Molly on her breath.

“I have a few more purchases at the register,” I informed her.

“Which I will be happy to put on your charge account,” She replied, heading up front. Back behind the register, she quickly wrote down my other items for the bill. By this time, Molly had joined me.

“How does it feel?” I asked about the small vibrator that Roxy had inserted into Molly’s tight kitty.

Molly leaned in. “I’m glad I have underwear on or it might just slip out.” she whispered, embarrassed Roxy might hear.

Too busy reading the DVD I had purchased, Roxy hadn’t heard us. “Oh, you are in for a good time, little girl.” She said with a devilish smile as she waggled the anal DVD. All of the items went into the bag and I thanked Roxy again for all her help.

Escorting Molly out, she turned to confront me once we were on the sidewalk. “What did she mean by that?”

I smiled at her twinge of jealousy. “Roxy enjoys anal as much as I do.”

Molly’s eyes took on that hurt look. “Did you do her?”

“No, Little One, I haven’t. I came to the store to get a movie once before and she recommended the same one I bought.” She seemed to relax after that. I held the car door open for her and as she passed she hugged me. “I’m surprised she wasn’t wearing her pony tail. She often does while working.” Molly’s confused look told me she mistook my comment to mean something about hairstyles. Instead, I told Molly, that Roxy has a set of butt-plugs with horsetails attached.

“Purple is her favorite,” I told her as I unboxed the choker I had for her. I had her kneel on the floor of the limo as I put it on her. She stayed on her knees but turned to face me as I explained the meaning of it.

“This is to show all others that you are mine.” I told her seriously. “You are my daughter and my lover, and I will not let you go. You are too great a treasure to let get away.” I then stood her up and kissed her deeply, hugging her close. She had such a euphoric look on her face, and I think I saw her try and hide the fact that she had to wipe her eyes. Sliding out of my embrace, she again knelt before me on the limo floor.

“Is it really messed up that I want to suck my daddy’s cock?” she asked me.

“Not if its two willing participants.” I told her. She grabbed my zipper and tugged it down while I reached for the car phone to the driver. Giving him instructions to take the long way, I almost groaned into the phone as Molly’s hot, wet mouth slid down my shaft.

After the pre-dinner blowjob, which Molly swallowed, I was more than ever tempted to take her in the car. But I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to be able to take my time.

I alerted the driver when we were ready for the restaurant and he had us there in no time. Escorting Molly inside, the waiter greeted me warmly. “So nice to have you back, Monsieur. And as always, with a very charming companion.” He said, eyeing Molly. He was a man with similar tastes as my own.

“This is my daughter, Molly,” I told him as he pulled out a high-backed chair for her. He made some comment about her being the most beautiful woman in the restaurant that night, and I agreed.

After he seated Molly, I approached him and leaned forward. “You should see her nude.” I confided, knowing it would drive him wild. As I took my own seat, I activated the vibrator in Molly with the remote in my coat pocket. I set it to simply warm up for now.

Molly wouldn’t notice right away, she was more fascinated by the decor. The restaurant is very exclusive and classy. It has long tablecloths in case a lover is feeling frisky, and the bathrooms are co-ed. Much of what happens here is not only tolerated but encouraged. Except for flat-out intercourse on the tabletop, anything goes. We watched as two Asian women began making out while their male companion watched and sipped his wine; another woman standing by her table, with her gown hiked up, masturbating for her dinner guests; and I could see the back end of a large German Shepherd who was currently under the table, obviously pleasing his owner, a large breasted blonde woman.

Molly watched, enraptured, her menu unopened in front of her.

“I suppose I am going to have to eat your little wet pussy tonight,” I commented with a forced sigh. I used the word ‘pussy’ to catch her attention, and made it sound as if I thought it was going to be a boring chore. Her face didn’t lose any of its wonderment, but she did turn to me and finally realized I was teasing her. Her attention went back to our fellow dinner companions.

“Watch carefully, we may bring one of them home to get you warmed up,” I said with a smile.

Only the flush in her cheeks gave me any indication of her embarrassment. She kept both hands on the table, but I saw her shift in her chair.

The waiter returned with our wine, which I had ordered each time I dined here. He never bothered to check Molly’s age before pouring her a glass. We toasted each other and I watched as she tried a tentative first sip. She must have approved, because the next sip was longer. I would allow her a little to take the edge off the evening, but not so much as to ruin our night.

“I wonder how much juice you will squirt tonight?” I stated.

Molly, her head whipping around to face me with a shocked little smile on her face, admonishing me for making the comment, as well as making it loud enough someone could hear.

“Daddy!” she whispered loudly. Again she shifted in her chair. Knowing that she enjoyed hearing about sexual exploits, I decided to see how far I could push her along.

“Of course, I should film our first night. I bet Roxy would love to rub herself to watching that pretty little pussy getting fucked.” Molly trembled and I saw her smile dim. She must have been feeling the effect of the vibrator.

“I bet Peter will want to watch it too, maybe while I fuck him again.” With that, my hand stole to my pocket and I tapped the vibrate button, sending a brief tingle to Molly’s little pussy.

She jumped and let out a yelp. Her cheeks flushed even more.

“Do not be embarrassed, Little One. Everyone here is busy with their own pleasures. Enjoy the moment, because tomorrow, you may not be able to walk.”

I gave my new daughter a chance to recover once the waiter returned for dinner orders. I requested the steak and put in an order for Molly, who I think was too shocked to look up. Once he went away, I renewed my talk.

“I plan to strip you naked as soon as we are inside the front door of the house. I will then carry you upstairs to my room and lay you down on my bed. You are to hold the backs of your knees and show yourself off to me as I undress. Do you understand?” I punctuated my words with another tap of the vibrator.

Molly was able to stifle a yelp, but she did bob in her chair and hissed at me. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I want this to be a night of love and passion, Little One, I want to hear what you want also,” I told her, sending her another vibration.

“Yes, Daddy” She uttered with gritted teeth. I imagined that her pussy was leaking onto her chair. I continued to tell her things I wanted to do her, each ending with a tap of the button. She seemed to relax more as it went on, her eyes closing and a peaceful trace-like calm came to her face. I think she was past caring if anyone noticed and instead became determined to enjoy herself.

Her eyes remained closed as our food came. “You must not cum, Molly, not without permission.”

Only then did her eyes come open. She looked to me in a pleading surprise at being denied the obvious goal of my game. Then she noticed the waiter standing patiently at our table. She never even looked at the food before her.

“You must ask Mr. Evans here, if you may cum. And you must abide by what he decides. If you cannot do as he says, then you will go home and sleep in your bed alone.” I told her, my features set sternly.

My friend Evans enjoyed this game very much. “Do you want to cum, Miss?” he asked her.

I was very proud when Molly nodded and mustered a quiet little, “Yes, sir, please.”

Evans studied her for a moment. Another vibration, a little longer this time went through her. She quickly took a larger gulp of her wine.

“How do you feel about your new father?”

A single tear flowed down her cheek as she hoarsely replied. “I’m very happy he chose me,” she croaked. I couldn’t have been more proud.

“What would you do if he told you you could not cum tonight?” Evans asked as another vibration went through my beautiful girl.

“I would go to bed happy that he was my daddy.” She said, barely audible. Her eyes had closed, but she steadied herself before she answered him, meeting his eye.

Mr. Evans stood there a moment longer, continuing to watch her. He turned to go and leaned toward me. “She is a rare gift.” he commented

“I am well aware.” I replied.

Stopping a moment, he turned back as an after-thought. “You may cum, my dear.”

At that, I gradually increased the intensity and the duration of the vibrations for my little girl. Molly grabbed the table in both hands, she bit her lip, then switched to panting in hard breaths, not seeming to care who might notice. Her eyes squinted she held them so tightly shut in her concentration and she leaned back in her chair.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!” She announced to the restaurant. “I am going to cum!” She proudly declared. I continued the attention I was sending her little pussy. She was too far gone to notice how the restaurant had quieted and all eyes were on her.

Molly trembled uncontrollably, giving in to her orgasm. Continuing to grip the table, she leaned back again until I was worried she would tip her chair. She groaned deep in her throat, letting out a primal growl, then threw herself forward, then back as she began coming down.

Recalling some of her modesty, she worked through the last of the waves of vibrating pleasure that went through her. She slumped forward some, her eyes still closed for a moment, then she opened them and looked directly at me. “Can we please go home and fuck now, Daddy?” She asked me in a dreamy, drained voice.

The restaurant erupted in loud applause. Molly, a satisfied little grin on her face, turned to look at them. I stood and pulled out her chair. Taking her hand, I helped her to her feet and informed the waiter we needed the check.

“Of course, Monsieur. It will be on your tab.” Evans politely said. He had a very pleased smile on his kindly face. With the clapping finally calming down, Molly leaned in toward Evans.

“I squirted all over your chair,” she said, then she bent down. Between the wetness and the weight of the vibrator inside her, her little black lace panties had slid down. She stepped out of them and handed them to Evans. “For you. Thank you for the orgasm.” She said dreamily. I picked up my little girl and carried her to the door. Molly, her arms around my neck, waved to a couple of patrons as we passed. She received several calls of encouragement for our evening’s festivities and even some offers to buy other articles of clothing or even the chair she had sat in.

The next morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming in my windows and a very blissful and satisfied feeling of contentment and sexual vigor.

I lay under the sheet, nude, contemplating the morning. I decided I at least needed a shower since it seemed the sheet was stuck to me in places. As I placed my hands under my head and enjoyed the sun’s rays, I heard voices. It was then that I realized Molly had left my bed.

Laying quietly, I listened and could just make out the conversation between brother and sister.

Molly was filling her brother in as to our night’s escapades. “So, he carried me out of the restaurant, back to the limo. When we were in the back seat, he pulled off my dress so I was completely naked. I was soaked and he sat me on his lap and ran his fingers through my kitty fur.”

“Just say ‘pussy hair’” Peter teased her.

“Anyway!” Molly said forcefully. “He told the driver to take us home and he did it with the window open. The driver could see me!”

“I’m surprised he didn’t drive into a ditch.” Peter said.

“I was so fucking hot. I was straddling Daddy’s lap and facing forward while he rubbed me. It felt so good, I didn’t care the driver kept looking back at me. When we got home, Daddy said we needed to pay him, so we walked up to the driver’s window, me totally naked. Daddy paid him and I smiled at him and said he was a very good driver. Then he thanked us and drove away. Daddy picked me up again and carried me into the house.”

“Do you know you’ve got dried cum on your face?” Peter interjected.

I heard Molly giggle. “Yeah, the last time Daddy came on my face.”

“Geez, How many times did you fuck?”

Molly was quiet for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know, he came in me at least 4 times. I’m a sticky mess!” she said loudly.

“Oh, maybe I should get a taste.” Peter must have moved down on the bed.

“Peter, do you want to hear this or not?”

His reply was slightly muffled and I heard Molly’s sharp intake of breath. “Go ahead, I can hear you. Man, there is dried cum all down your legs too!”

“Yeah, Daddy filled me up! First it was him on top, I liked that cuz he laid on me and I could hold him close. His mouth was right by my ear and I could hear him telling me how good I was and how much he loved to look at me. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but I couldn’t reach. He just kept going and then suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and held me tightly as he came in me. He kept panting in my ear, telling me I was the perfect woman. Then he had me get into doggy style and I was worried he might want anal, but all he did was use this lube that warmed up to rub on my little hole while he slipped into my kitty. Wow, that felt different. He kept me going over the edge, his big dick in me, one hand rubbing my butthole and the other squeezing my boob. It was so slippery inside me he kept popping out. Then, we I said I was going to cum, he pounded into me and then blasted inside me again. Then he told me he wanted to watch me on top of him so he could feel my tittles. That was fun because I felt like I was doing the fucking… Ow, be careful! Peter, I sore as hell!” Molly complained.

“I just want to feel how wet you are inside from all the fucking. Besides, you can suck his cum off my cock when I pull out.”

“It wasn’t fucking,” Molly said seriously. “We made love.” This caught my attention.

“What do you mean?” Peter seemed to question her.

“I love him, Peter. I really do. I mean I love you too, but this is different. I don’t want to lose him. He gave me this choker and told me I was his forever. I want to be his forever.”

There was a silence that went on for a moment.

“I am happy for you, sis.” Peter said, quietly. “I like him too.”

“I wish I was his real daughter.” Molly said suddenly. “I want to be a part of him.”

“I think you’re outta luck there, sis.”

Molly replied suddenly, I could hear the smile in her voice. “No, I have an idea. What if I ate his cum for a whole day, or maybe like, two. If that’s all I eat then my body would make his cum part of me, like food normally does. Then I’d be part of him.” She seemed to be nervous and shy all of a suddenly, probably worried that Peter thought she was nuts.

“Mol, it’s okay. I think if you want to do this, this is the best way. You two would be linked.”

“You don’t think it would scare him away?”

“Certainly not, in fact I am touched, Little One.” I said from the doorway. Peter had moved up by her, sitting on the side of the bed to listen, his cock was wet from probing in his sister’s pussy. He smiled knowingly at me as he looked over my nakedness while I stood there.

Molly, who was a beautiful mess, sat with her back against the headboard. Her makeup had run some, and she had cum all in her hair and over both cheeks. Some had dripped down her lovely breasts and dried to shiny patches.

I was surprised the poor girl could walk. I could remember feeling like a man possessed last night. As soon as I had her in my bed, I couldn’t get enough of her. As she saw me come into the room, she flushed, but smiled widely, her eyes wet.

“Oh, Daddy!” she sniffed and sat up, but a raised hand from me kept her from getting up.

“Wait, Little One,” I went to the bed and scooped her up again. “How about a bath?” She nodded and sniffed happily, her arms around my neck. She buried her head against my chest as I carried her into the master bath just off my bedroom. First I took her into the shower, big enough for more than just us, and sat her down on the seat. I told her I would wash her out so she wouldn’t be soaking in a cum bath.

“But, Daddy,” she said, her arms going around my neck as I knelt in front of her with the detachable shower head. “That’s what I want. I want to be covered in your hot, creamy cum.” She teased with a devilish smile.

“I think that putting out that much would kill me, Little One.” I told her, making sure the water temp was perfect. I aimed it at her little flower, now more of an upset flower with her lips an angry pink. I made sure the water spray was soft enough and then aimed it at her. I told her to rinse herself as I went to go draw her bath. The bathtub in my bathroom was big enough for two and had several jets. I started the water, adding some bath oil and bubbles. Once the water was at a good temp, I went to check on Molly, not surprised in the least that she was using the shower head on her little clit.

“Oh, god, yes, Daddy! Make me cum again!” She hissed as the spray pushed her over the edge. I cleared my throat, as I watched through the glass door. My erection was as hard as ever, seeing her legs spread as wide as they would go, her pussy hair dark and soaking wet and her face in ecstasy. She came down slowly, and finally opened her dreamy eyes. With a smile, she reached up and switched off the water.

“Are you ready for me?” she purred as she met me at the shower door.

Opening the door, I crossed my arms. “Yes, Little Molly, your bath awaits.”

Suddenly she squatted down in the doorway. “Can I have a little breakfast first?” She said grabbing my cock and putting it into her mouth.

I hadn’t realized I was a little sore also, but there was no way I was stopping my little girl from getting her breakfast. She certainly had gotten more attentive about her blow jobs as time went by. She had learned just the right level of suction and that whatever wouldn’t fit in her little mouth, she could stroke with her hands. She also had paid attention to how she held me in her mouth, making sure her teeth didn’t scrape. Her loving and tender attentions had me thinking about her earlier statement.

“Molly, my love, why did you say you wanted to be my real daughter?”

She held my cock still, but popped it out of her mouth. “I mean just that. I want to be yours, a part of you. A kind of connection to you.” She looked up at me with soft eyes, and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I love you, Daddy.” She said hoarsely.

“Aww, baby girl. I love you too!” I told her emphatically. I bent and picked her up for a naked hug. She laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me close with her arms. Her legs went around my waist. “Please, don’t let me go.” She said quietly.

“Never,” I told her just as quietly. I kissed her ear, since she was almost permanently attached to me and that’s the only part I could see. “Come now, Little One, your bath is ready.” I carried her to the tub and lowered her into the water slowly, knowing it could sting a little against that sore kitten of hers. She practically disappeared in the bubbles and groaned a bit as she got used to the hot water. Knowing that the bath had a TV that played DVDs, I had popped in the anal sex instructional video earlier. As it started, I looked to my little lover for her reaction. At first, the cheesy music didn’t even get her to open her eyes as she leaned back against the padded seat of the tub. But then a scene from a porno with two woman, one who told the other that she wanted the strap-on in her ass made her spring upright.

“This is about learning anal sex. I would like you to watch it, Little One.” I explained. My erection hadn’t lost any of its stiffness and with the scene switching to one of a beautiful blonde telling her husband, who held the camera, that because she loved him so much and was so horny, that she wanted him to cum in her ass, it wouldn’t any time soon.

Molly sat back, but concentrated on the screen. Another scene was two women, in a 69 position with the woman on top being fucked in the ass by a long flexible toy, being worked into her by the woman on the bottom. I began stroking a bit as I watched; familiar with all these scenes and knowing they ended in women who thoroughly enjoyed anal sex. As the scene ended and switched to the ‘doctor’, I was very close to blowing. Molly seemed to have forgotten I was there and I could see little waves in the water as she watched. Another scene, another I was familiar with, came on, an attractive brunette who’s eyes had literally rolled back in her head as her lover grabbed her shoulders in anal ecstasy. At that point, I stepped up to the tub, my fist tight around my cock.

“Molly, open your mouth,” I commanded her. She came right to the side of the tub and got up on her knees, eagerly opening for me. My first shot exploded into her mouth and down her throat, but not wanting to let me down, she stayed right there and accepted the rest of my load. She coughed a little and swallowed it down. I couldn’t believe how hard this little vixen made me cum. After a bit, my vision cleared and I could catch my breath. On screen, another beautiful brunette was taking a strap on that looked to be about the size of a baseball bat and loving it.

“Pay attention and do the exercises. You may have to watch it more than once.” I told her, with a twinkle in my eye. She smiled and sunk into the suds to her chin, her attention all on the screen. I saw her toes poke out of the water on each side of the tub, meaning that under the bubbles she was spread wide. I went back to my bedroom and returned to my bed.

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A father lusting after his daughters tests a mind-control device on a pair of twin sisters!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter One: Testing on the Twins

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Dean Michaels

I peered through the magnifying lens as I carefully soldered the last component into the circuit board. It was careful work, a curl of smoke rising up as the flux evaporated. I touched the tip of the soldering iron with care, the liquid mix of lead and tin fixing the small capacitor in place.

I groaned as I leaned back and set the soldering iron in its holder and turned it off. I trembled as I stared at the circuit board. It was complete. It was finally ready to be tested. I hoped this went better than the last version.

That fire had ruined three months of work.

I plugged in the large, lithium-ion battery and then plugged in the power. I opened my laptop and logged into it. I connected the device to my laptop via a USB cable and then opened up my custom software. It was time to test things. To see if the device would get past the power-up phase so I could see if the mechanism worked.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs. I could tell it was my youngest daughter just by the enthusiasm. In a flash, she was at my desk and slipping onto my lap, bouncing with excitement as the program loaded.

A flash of nervous heat ran through me as I felt my eighteen-year-old daughter squirming, her rump feeling delicious on my lap. She had a sweet smell around her as she peered down at my device. The program was running through its boot-up process, checking that the components of the machine worked.

“Whatcha doing, Daddy?” June asked, her brown hair gathered up into a pair of pigtails. She turned to look at me, her angelic face full of curiosity. She blinked her blue eyes as she wiggled from side to side.

My cock swelled. I hoped my daughter wouldn’t realize what she did to me. How her perky ass made my dick throb. My heart pounded. This heat rushed through me as my program then beeped. Test complete.

“Daddy?” June asked. “What is it?”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s that, uh, studying device I told you about, Junebug.”

“Oh,” she said, peering down at the device. It was housed in a modified speaker case. One of those small docks that you place a cell phone or MP3 player in. “How does it work?”

“It sends out ultra-high frequency sound waves,” I said. “So high-pitched, not even a dog can hear them. But your brain can still receive the signal.” On the screen were two different sections of the program. To the right was a command line. To the left was a large, green circle that looked like a radar screen. It had dots on it, each one with a long string of hexadecimal numbers. There were two dots on top of each other plus one more close by. On the edges were other dots. “It’ll help your brain study better and make you smarter and study better so you do well at school.”

“Wow,” June said, leaning over. “But isn’t that something Dusk needs, not me?”

I chuckled. Dusk—Eve was her real name, but early on I started joking and calling her Evening and that became Dusk—was my oldest daughter, one-and-a-half years older than June. Both my daughters were sexy, too, making my dick hard all the time.

“I get great grades,” continued June.

“Yes, you do, Junebug,” I said, glancing at the screen. Everything looked like it was working.

“So I don’t need it,” she said.

“Oh, I think you could improve a bit,” I said.

She squirmed more, my cock throbbing at the soft feel of her rump. I wanted her so bad. I was lying about the machine. It sent out sound waves, but it didn’t make a person smarter or helped them study better.

It would control their brain functions. Theoretically, anyway.

It was an idea I’d stumbled across on the internet, rumors that DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) was working on it. They did research for the U.S. Military and Intelligence Agencies. There were all sorts of conspiracy theories involving them from weather controlling devices to earthquake generating devices and more.

“What are the dots?” June asked.

“You, me, and your mom upstairs,” I said. “And the neighbors. The machine can detect the electrical signal your heart puts out when it beats. It’s a signal unique to all humans. It lets the machine target a specific person and, say, help her study more.”

June giggled. “Like Dusk!”

“Like Dusk,” I said. My eighteen-year-old daughter was so delicious. “And students in my class and others. This is going to be a remarkable device.”

Maybe. I had to be a complete pervert, a degenerate human being, to even consider using this device. My ultimate goal was to enjoy my daughters. I’d lusted for them for too long. I couldn’t control myself much longer.

They were so mature and nubile now. So womanly now, even June. She was growing breasts, wearing sexier clothing, hovering between her girlish youth and mature awakening. I wanted to just slide my hands up her body and squeeze her tits.

I wanted to try out the machine right now. To enjoy my daughter, but… What if it didn’t work? What if it failed? It would ruin everything. I had to test this out somewhere else. Somewhere far from here where no one could possibly know who I was.

“It does sound neat, Daddy,” she said, leaning over, her pigtails sliding off her hair. “Are you going to patent this and make a million dollars.”

“Maybe,” I said, my dick on fire. My daughter was pure torture. I could just type in the command line and start things going. My daughter was shown as 402A0D4. I just had to use those numbers when I entered in the script of text that would run the machine. It would affect her brain and—

The basement door opened. “June, Dean, it’s dinner. Come on!”

“Ooh!” June said and squirmed off my lap. “It’s fish sticks!”

My daughter loved fish sticks more than any person should. It was Friday, and that was fish sticks night. My youngest was still at home, but my oldest was out on a date. With a boy. I hated thinking that. I didn’t want her on a date. I wanted her all to myself. She was twenty. I knew how boys her age thought. I knew what they wanted to do with her.

I drew in a deep breath as June raced up the stairs. I swallowed and closed my laptop and turned off the device. I made sure the soldering iron was placed in its holder. Then I stood up and headed up the stairs, adjusting my jeans.

My wife waited at the top of the stairs. Kimmie was a petite woman, still youthful looking. She could pass for one of our daughters’ older sisters, her red hair spilling about her face, her green eyes sparkling. She had the cutest freckles spilling across her face. She wore a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt, short and girlish.

“Are you going to be playing with your little device all weekend?” she asked as I approached her.

“Oh, are we doing anything?” I asked, a nervous tide rising through me. I wanted to test my device tomorrow. Saturday was perfect.

“Yeah, we’re doing a Costco Run on Sunday,” she said, “and then we need to price the new living room set.”

“Right, right,” I said, stopping before her. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Not nearly enough,” she said, her arms sliding around me. I felt her lithe body against me, my dick throbbing. “You’re not getting out of furniture shopping. We need a new sofa. It’s getting old and ratty. And your recliner is groaning.”

“It’s comfy,” I said.

She pressed against me and then she arched an eyebrow. “Are you hard?”

“Well, you are just so beautiful,” I said, my heart pounding. Fear rippled through me. I grabbed her rump. I squeezed her ass and pulled her tight. “Why wouldn’t I be hard?”

“So it had nothing to do with our daughter?” my wife asked. “Do I have to start worrying about June as well as all those nubile college girls you teach, too?”

“Kimmie?” I spluttered.

She giggled. “Mmm, I know you perv on your naughty students. I’m not an idiot. Do you want me to put my hair in pigtails tonight and put on Eve’s old cheerleading uniform.”

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“Dirty old man,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, before June devours all of the fish sticks.”

She broke away from me, leaving me throbbing. I groaned, following her. My wife was a flirt, but if she knew I truly wanted to have sex with our daughters, with those nubile college coeds, she’d kill me.

Tomorrow, I’d find out if the device worked.

“I’m going to go fishing tomorrow,” I said. “If you don’t need me.”

“Mow the lawn before you go.”

I could do that.

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

The next day, after the lawn was mowed, I was off. I hopped on the freeway and drove south for over an hour, heading into a new county, into a town I’d rarely gone in to. My stomach twisted the entire time. My hands gripped the steering wheel. I glanced at the device sitting atop my silver laptop.

I hoped this would work.

My GPS guided me to the park I’d chosen. It seemed like a place that wouldn’t have any security cameras. A place where no one should remember if I was there. I pulled my car into a parking spot and stared out at the tranquil site. It was time to test things out.

A public place where there were dozens of people around. I would test it, making sure that things were working fine before I did anything. People were jogging around the outside. Others were strolling across the grounds or sitting on blankets in the shade with friends. Plenty of young people were around. I saw more than a few cute girls.

I reached a park bench and set the device beside me. In a few minutes, it was booted up and the laptop was running. I stared at the screen, seeing all the dots on it. It reached for two-hundred yards in every direction, the extent of the range. It covered the whole park plus the surrounding area. I typed in general commands, built-in macros that would run far more complex commands without me having to type them in.

The first would have all the children aching to leave. Everyone under eighteen. This was the first test. I typed in the command: under 18; flight protocol. I hit the enter key and then leaned back, waiting to see if it would work.

Children in the park immediately started dragging parents away, complaining that they didn’t want to be here. I smiled as it worked. This was incredible. Mind control. It wasn’t just a theory. I had pieced together all the rumors. I had created my own device using ultra-high frequency. Being an associate professor in the science department and having a masters in engineering had given me the skills needed to come up with this.

“Damn,” I muttered as the last of the children filtered out.

A black-haired woman sat down beside me. She was wearing jogging clothes, tight shorts and a tank top. She was my age, her breasts large and stretching out. She panted, shaking her head at a younger, black-haired girl that jogged by.

“I can’t keep up with her,” she muttered.

“I bet,” I said as I was ready to try out the next commands. I typed in: 840F21; immune from sound waves then 840F21; arousal protocol. I could direct the sounds, targeting who I wanted or I could send out a general wave to affect all targets. Even better, I could manipulate other brain functions like those that controlled arousal.

840F21 was the hexadecimal tag the computer had randomly assigned me.

“Getting some work done?” the woman asked.

“Testing out my invention,” I said, typing out the next command. All; boredom protocol.

The woman beside me suddenly just started looking at her lap. She had this bored look on her face. I glanced around the park. Joggers, including the woman’s daughter, slowed to stops and just stood in place, the two barely legal girls—twins!—on the swing were now just staring at their feet. No one was paying attention to anything.

“Jesus,” I said, glancing at the machine. It was putting out its sound. It was broadcasting the mind-control signal just like I wanted. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I glanced at the woman beside me, her large breasts swelling out her tank top. Her black hair was gathered in a simple ponytail, a few strands escaping it and falling down her forehead and cheek. Her breasts rose and fell, her hands on her lap.

A040C18; desire to give 840F21 a blowjob even in public

I hit enter, my dick throbbing hard with the possibilities.

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

Brenda McDonalds

I blinked and licked my lips. I glanced over at the man beside me. He was handsome, dark hair and glasses, the look of a teacher. The type of teacher that a young girl might have naughty ideas about. My eyes noticed him slide the laptop off his lap onto a speaker beside it. My eyes fell on his cock.

He was hard.

That wouldn’t do.

“Need some help?” I asked, this heat swelling inside of me. This would be so wicked to do. Especially with my daughter around. That made this even naughtier. We were in public, but I just wanted to do it. I hadn’t given one in a while.

But it had to be like riding a bike.

“Help?” the guy asked, looking at me curiously.

“Yeah, help,” I said. “With your hardon. I could suck it.” My tongue licked across my lips. “I know it’s a little strange, but I just think you need a blowjob, and I would love to suck on you. What do you say?”

“Right here?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Well…” I looked around. Was everyone looking weird? I shrugged. I had to do this. “I don’t mind. Right here, right now.”

“Sure,” he said.

I smiled. This was better than jogging. My daughter had convinced me to start doing it with her, but then she left me in her dust each morning. My large breasts swayed in my tank top, my sports bra cradling them as I bent over. It was so wicked. Now, this was the sort of exercising I could do. Sucking his cock.

I bet he had a nice cock.

I unfastened his jeans, a womanly heat building and building in my pussy. Then I unzipped him. I shuddered at the rasping sound of the zipper. My tongue darted around my lips. I was so excited to suck this cock. It would be so much fun.

I pulled open his jeans. I groaned as I unveiled his cock. This was so naughty. This wicked heat surged through my body. I licked my lips at how hot I was. My cunt was on fire now. I had to suck him off.

His cock tented his gray boxers. I rubbed him through it, loving the groan the guy made. I didn’t even know his name. It was so exciting sucking a stranger’s cock. My tongue danced around my lips. I was on fire for this. Just eager for this wanton delight.

My hand slid in and grabbed his cock.

“Damn,” he moaned. “You always suck a stranger’s cock?”

“No,” I said. But maybe I should start. I was so wet. “It’s your lucky day.”

I pulled out his cock and then darted my tongue around his spongy crown. He shuddered. The park bench groaned as he shifted, the wood creaking. His precum spilled out, coating my tongue. I savored it, my pussy growing juicier and juicier.

Could I masturbate?

Why not? I was sucking him off in public and doing that made me so wet. My hand slid down the front of my jogging shorts. I shoved them into the stretchy, black material and then into my panties. My lips sucked on the tip of his cock. His precum spilled into my mouth as my fingers slid through my silky bush.

I reached my pussy as I engulfed all of his cock.

“Damn,” he groaned, his hand grabbing my hair. He gripped me as I sucked on him. “You’re just hungry for it.”

I was. I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed. This wicked and wanton heat ran through my body. I bobbed my head as I ran my fingers up and down my pussy. My cream soaked my digits. I loved it. I stroked my naughty cuntlips. This amazing heat surged through me.

A wicked tremble ran through me. If my daughter saw me, she’d be floored.

My fingers rubbed at my clit. I shuddered, stroking that sensitive, little pearl. I quivered, moaning about his dick. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue danced around that delicious cock. My lips slid up and down his shaft. It was this amazing passion.

The more I sucked on him, the hotter my pussy grew. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. More of his precum spilled into my mouth. My tongue danced as my fingers massaged him. I didn’t even know his name. I was blowing him in public.

If my daughter saw me…

My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled faster. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, pressing harder on my nub. I whimpered around his cock. My passion echoed around his dick. He growled. His dick twitched in my mouth.

“Shit!”

His cum fired out of his dick.

I gasped in delight as that wonderful jizz flooded into my mouth. I gasped, reveling in the taste of his salty passion. This delicious flavor spilled over my tongue. I gulped down his cream. I swallowed every drop of it.

My pussy exploded.

My cunt spasmed. Juices gushed out. The hot cream soaked my fingers. Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned around his cock as his jizz splattered across the roof of my mouth. I gulped it down. It was amazing. A wonderful thrill. Stars danced before my eyes as I reveled in this moment.

“Goddamn, this is amazing,” groaned the man.

It was. I loved sucking his cock. The pleasure surged through my body. I nursed on his cock. I loved the taste of him. The feel of him in my mouth. Sadly, the last of the cum had already fired into my mouth. I wanted more.

I had to keep sucking.

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

Dean Michaels

“Shit,” I panted as the woman kept sucking me. It was such a great delight to feel her loving my dick. She didn’t have any hesitation. She didn’t act like she was being forced. The sound waves had overridden her normal brain function. To her, she wanted to suck my cock. She couldn’t tell the difference from this intrusion from any other thought or impulse she normally had.

I smiled in delight, my dick throbbing as the arousal protocol worked.

I stayed hard.

My dick throbbed from the first orgasm and the black-haired woman kept sucking me. I shuddered and glanced out at the twin sisters at the swings. They looked the same age as my youngest daughter. Eighteen and nubile. Brassy-brown hair that fell down their bodies, hazel eyes, with round breasts. They wore skinny jeans and matching V-neck blouses, one pink the other purple.

I turned to my laptop as the black-haired woman kept sucking my dick, hungry for more of my cum. I figured out what were the two twins’ codes and typed the commands: 049AC4,F40B20; desire to show off their naked bodies and grope their tits to 840F21.

The two girls no longer looked bored. They hopped to their feet and then darted over to me. They both had these cute smiles on them as they rushed over to me, drawing up their shirts. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the black-haired woman’s mouth at the sight of the two girls pulling off their blouses.

“Oh, my god, I just want to show you my titties,” Purple-Shirt Twin said. She stood on the right side, her brassy hair swaying about her shoulders. Her cream-hued bra constrained her tits.

“And my pussy,” said Pink-Shirt Twin. She flashed me a dazzling smile as she reached behind her to unfasten her black bra. “Hot, right?”

“Yeah,” I said as the woman stopped sucking my cock for a moment. I wondered what she was thinking. Then she started sucking again. Her mouth worked up and down my dick. The pleasure shot through me. “I’d love to see your tits and pussies.”

The twins both giggled as they bared their round breasts together. Their tits were identical, round and perky, pink nipples swelling hard. They both had dimples shining in their cheeks, their hazel eyes flashing. Their slender hips rocked from side to side, their tits swaying as they unfastened their jeans.

Both girls kicked off their sandals and then shoved down their jeans together. I groaned at the sight of their lithe legs. They were the same age as my daughter. As the girls I taught who were always teasing me with their naughty bodies.

“Shit,” I groaned as more and more of their legs came into view. Then they were down to panties. Pink-Shirt had a black and lacy affair while Purple-Shirt had a soft pair of satin panties, the same creamy hue as her bra.

“Ready?” Pink-Shirt Twin said to her sister.

“Yep! Let’s flash our pussies!”

My dick throbbed in the woman’s mouth as the twins shoved down their panties right there in the middle of the park. I groaned in delight at the sight. Their trimmed, brassy-brown bushes came into view, their tight pussy lips blushing through their silky hairs.

It was such an electrifying sight. I couldn’t believe I was seeing this. My heart thundered in my chest. It was incredible. I just wanted to fall to my knees and inhale the scent of their twats. To feast on their nubile pussies.

This was amazing.

“Look at our titties, Mister,” said Pink-Haired Twin. She cupped her tits and jiggled them.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Purple-Haired Twin. “Aren’t they amazing?”

“Yes, they are,” I groaned, my dick twitching, throbbing. I stared at those lush, round, youthful titties gripped in their hands. Their fingers dug into their flesh. They massaged their tits, juices beading on their pubic hair.

My heart pounded in my chest. This heat surged through my body. The pressure rose in my cock again. This was so exciting. These two delicious and naughty girls were showing off their bodies like I’d always imagined.

And they were twins. Identical, beautiful twins.

“Fuck those are beautiful!” I howled as I came in the woman’s mouth a second time.

“Yay!” Purple-Shirt Twin howled.

Pleasure slammed through me. Blast after blast of jizz fired into the woman’s mouth. She gulped it down. She swallowed with hunger. I shuddered with each blast. I growled as the stars burst before my eyes.

I stared at those identical titties, the girls beaming at me as they fondled me. The woman sucked down my cock with hunger. She swallowed my cum with eager delight. The twins giggled as they stared at me.

“Are you cumming down her mouth?” Purple-Shirt Twin asked.

“Yes,” I growled.

“That’s pretty kinky,” the other said.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my orgasm peaking as the girls kept fondling their tits, happy to show them off. This machine was working even better than I could imagine. It was beyond my hottest dreams. I was so excited about this.

My orgasm passed, the woman kept sucking. She had the desire to blow me. I reached over and typed a new command for her: A040C18; pause: last instruction; desire to masturbate and watch 049AC4,F40B20,840F21.

The woman popped her mouth off my dick. “Mmm, that was good and… Oh, my look at you two. Just fondling yourselves. Mmm, yes.”

The woman kept masturbating. My aching dick throbbed as the girls giggled again. They were so sexy. I pulled the computer onto my lap, my cock thrusting up before it, bobbing and twitching, soaked in saliva.

“What are your names, girls?” I asked. “I’m Dean.”

“Debra,” said the one wearing the pink shirt.

“Denise!” She squeezed her tits. “Mmm, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just arranging for us to have some fun,” I said as I typed: F40B20; pause: last instruction; desire to have pussy eaten by 049AC4; run incest protocol. 049AC4; pause: last instruction; desire to eat F40B20 pussy while being fucked by 840F21; run incest protocol.

“Oh, my god, I need to have my pussy eaten,” said Denise. She slipped down to the grass on her back. “Debra, you just got to eat my pussy. Ooh, I just want my twin sister to devour me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Debra. “That sounds amazing. I would love to eat you out.”

“Oh, my,” the woman moaned, masturbating faster. “But you’re sisters. That’s incest.”

“I know,” moaned Debra as she fell to her knees between her sister’s thighs. Then she glanced at me. “Dean, would you fuck my pussy as I eat out my sister?”

“Of course I would love to,” I said, setting my laptop to the side. “And nothing wrong with some twincest, right, girls?”

“Right!” Denise moaned. “I need you to eat me. I’m so wet. Showing off my tits was so, so hot. Let’s do some twincest!”

“Yes!” Debra moaned.

Debra buried her face into her twin sister’s pussy and licked. Right here in the park, for all the world to see, she devoured her sister’s cunt with relish. She feasted on it like it was the best thing in the world. At the same time, she wiggled her cute rump at me, her brassy bush soaked with her juices. A bead ran down her thighs.

I rose to my feet, my cock thrusting out over my boxers pulled down just enough to free it. My jeans slid down. The woman masturbated and moaned as I shoved off my pants, pulling off my shoes in the process. Then I ripped off my t-shirt, the warm sun kissing my back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Denise, squirming on the grass, her little breasts jiggling. “Debra! Oh, Debra, that’s so much better than masturbating.”

“I know!” Debra panted. “Why didn’t we think of doing this earlier?”

“Uh-huh!”

I moved behind Debra, my dick throbbing and aching to enjoy this hot delight. I fell to my knees, my cock smacking the eighteen-year-old girl in the ass. Her butt-cheeks rippled from the impact. I groaned, my chest squeezing tight.

This was it. This was what I had dreamed of. The chance to fuck a girl the same age as my daughter. My dick throbbed as I shifted my dick down. I dragged my cock over her pussy. I slid through her silky bush. I shuddered at the feel of her hairs on my cock. The heat of her pussy. This was incredible.

“Fuck me!” Debra moaned into her twin sister’s twat.

“Yes, yes, fuck my sister!” Denise moaned. “Oh, my god, she’s licking my pussy. She’s feasting on me.”

“Yes, yes, fuck them!” moaned the masturbating woman. “I love this! I’m going to cum! Ram that dick into her!”

I guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy and groaned when I felt her hymen. She was a virgin. This was perfect. I pressed against her maidenhead, feeling it stretch and stretch. She whimpered into her sister’s pussy.

Gasped.

Her cherry popped.

My dick buried halfway into her tight, pure depths. I groaned at her cunt wrapped around my dick. I shuddered, this amazing heat rushing through me as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt. That wonderful passion slid around me. She engulfed me with her amazing pussy. Her eighteen-year-old snatch embraced my cock.

I bottomed out in her. Every inch of my dick was in the girl’s cunt. Pleasure surged through me. She moaned, licking her twin sister’s twat. I stared at Denise, her face twisting in pleasure as she humped against Debra’s mouth. Denise’s breasts had such a naughty jiggle to them.

I drew back. Debra and I both moaned. It was incredible. The friction was intense. Her pussy was so tight around my dick. So juicy. The pleasure at the tip of my cock felt amazing. This heat soaked into my dick.

“Jesus!” I groaned.

I slammed forward. I buried deep and hard into the girl’s twat. She gasped, her back arching. She wiggled her hips, squirming her tight cunt around my dick as she feasted on her sister. Denise moaned. Debra groaned.

I was in heaven.

I pumped away at the girl’s juicy twat. I buried into her again and again. The silky friction massaged my cock. The ache built and built at the tip. This powerful eruption that would make me cum so hard and deep into her. My balls smacked into her twat. She moaned and wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring her pussy around my cock.

I groaned, my hands caressing her hips. Her sides. I stroked Debra’s body as I watched the back of her head. She moved as she feasted on her sister, making Denise whimper and gasp. It was so incredible. They enjoyed their incest.

“Yes, yes, you’re devouring your twin and loving it!” I moaned.

“I am!” Debra purred. “And your cock! Oh, Denise, his cock is so far into me. It’s even better than we imagined.”

“Oh, that’s hot!” gasped the woman. “Fuck that little slut. God, she’s the same age as my daughter.”

My dick throbbed at that. The heat surged through me. I plowed forward hard and fast into Debra’s cunt. My balls tightened. I buried deep into the girl’s twat, my balls smacking into her clit again and again.

I would fire so much jizz into her.

I would pump her full of my cum. Kinky ideas burned through my thoughts. My stroking hands gripped her hips. I held her tight as I buried deep and hard into her. I rammed into her deflowered cunt, her perky butt-cheeks rippling from the impact of my crotch.

“Oh, god, Debra!” Denise moaned. “Keep sucking on my clit! Oh, this is so much better than masturbating. I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Yes, yes, cum on your sister’s face!” hissed the masturbating woman. “Just do it. Flood her with all those juices. Bathe her face.”

“I will!” gasped Denise. “Just… Just… Debra!”

I almost stopped fucking Debra at the sight of her twin sister cumming. Almost.

It just felt too good to stop pumping in and out of the girl’s twat. My eyes were locked on Denise as she writhed through her orgasm. She bucked. She moaned. Her breasts heaved. Pleasure spilled across her face. She experienced incestuous passion.

Flashes of Dusk licking June’s pussy flooded through my mind.

“Fuck!” I growled and erupted into Debra’s pussy.

She gasped as my cum fired into her twat. Hot pulses of jizz that surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat surged through my body. Every blast of cum exploded out of me. It fired into her cunt.

She squealed into her twin sister’s pussy and then she joined me. Her pussy writhed about my cock. That wonderful, spasming twat milked me. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest at the passion rippling around my dick.

“Yes, yes, cum in me!” she moaned.

“Is he?” Denise asked. “Hot! Oh, yes, yes! I’m cumming so hard! Lick up my cream!”

The intense rapture was incredible. I shuddered, savoring every moment of my cock erupting into her cunt. The pleasure slammed into me. I gripped her hips and hit that height of rapture. I swayed there for a moment.

My orgasm died. Her pussy rippled around me still, her climax burning longer than mine had. I shuddered, savoring the massage of her youthful twat. She purred, licking and lapping at her twin’s cunt. Denise shuddered, her face twisting with passion.

I wanted to stay in Debra’s cunt, but I had other ideas. I ripped my cock out of her pussy.

“No!” gasped Debra. “You have to keep fucking my pussy. I need more.”

“Fuck her cunt!” hissed the woman, her tits heaving in her tank top as she came again, bucking on the bench. “Just ram that big dick in her. She needs it.”

Debra kept licking her sister’s pussy as my jizz dribbled out of her pussy, staining her bush. I wanted to stay in her, but I had commands to give. I knelt down before my computer and quickly started typing, pausing both the twins’ current command but keeping the incest protocol running.

“Oh, my god, that was incredible,” Denise moaned.

“Yeah,” Debra panted. I glanced behind me to see Debra sitting up, her face soaked in her sister’s juices. A sweet musk drifted on the wind.

“Don’t stop!” whimpered the masturbating woman. “Incest is so hot to watch.”

I smiled and then I typed in new commands.

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

Denise Carter

“You got to lick me clean of all of Dean’s cum,” Debra said, crawling up my body. Her round tits swayed. “Can I sit on your face?”

“Oh, my god, I was just thinking the same thing,” I moaned, staring at her mouth and cheeks soaked in my pussy juices.

She smiled and kissed me as this lust burned through me. I was so horny. I needed my cherry popped now. Luckily, that sexy Dean was here. He was as old as our father but looked hot with those glasses and his dark hair. Like Mr. Morrison at my college. He was a professor I had a crush on for a while.

I whimpered into my sister’s lips, tasting my own pussy juices. That was so naughty. Incest was amazing. Debra and I should have been doing this from the beginning. That would have been hot. Sure, we’d masturbated in the same room—we were twins—but we never did it together. We just… pretended the other wasn’t fingering her twat.

Now…

Debra broke the kiss and then threw her leg over my face. I stared up at her brassy bush stained in pearly cum. I’d given a blowjob before, so I knew what cum tasted like. But I’d never licked pussy. I breathed in.

My sister smelled like I tasted.

“You got to pop her cherry,” moaned Debra as she lowered her pussy to my hungry mouth.

“Oh, god, yes,” moaned the black-haired woman watching. Was she Dean’s wife? She looked sexy with those big boobs. I bet the boys at my college would call her a MILF and a cougar.

Then Debra’s twat was on my face. Her silky pubic hair rubbed on my lips and nose, smearing her pussy cream and his cum on my face. I shuddered as the naughty flavors mixed in my mouth. My twin’s sweet juices and Dean’s salty spunk. My tongue licked out.

Debra moaned.

Her butt was right before my eyes. It clenched and her back arched. Brassy hair swayed about her shoulders as she shuddered on me. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her bush across my face. My tongue darted out again and again.

“You taste good with Dean in you,” I moaned.

“I can’t wait to eat you out again!” Debra moaned.

“Really?” Dean asked in some surprise. “I didn’t type that in.”

What did that mean? I didn’t care. My tongue darted through my sister’s twat. I licked and lapped and enjoyed every moment of feasting on her while my pussy grew hotter and hotter. I needed to be deflowered. I ached to feel Dean’s cock in me.

Hands grabbed my thighs. Masculine hands. I groaned as he lifted my hips. A hard cock nuzzled into my pussy. I shuddered and thrust my tongue deep into my sister’s deflowered depths. I tasted salty cum and her sweet juices.

“Oh, yes,” my twin moaned. “Mmm, let me help you deflower my sister. She needs it.”

“I bet she does,” Dean groaned. “If she’s like you.”

Debra giggled. “She sure is. We’re the same. We love doing the same things.”

We did.

I stroked my twin’s thighs as I swirled my tongue through her depths. I shuddered when Dean’s cock pressed into my pussy. Hard and stiff. He slid through my folds and found my hymen. I gasped at that naughty sensation. He was going to fuck me. Pop my cherry.

What an exciting day at the park.

“Pop her cherry!” moaned my sister as she squirmed on me. “Make her feel as amazing as me! Then I’m going to lick her clean.”

“Shit,” the guy groaned.

“Fuck her!” whimpered the watching, masturbating woman. “Just ram that cock into her. You’re fucking them both! Oh, my god, what a wicked day at the park.”

I shuddered as he pressed his cock against my hymen. I squealed into my sister’s pussy as it stretched and stretched. My fingers bit into Debra’s thighs. My stretching maidenhead started to hurt, this burning heat growing.

Pain stabbed through me.

Pleasure burst inside of me.

My cherry popped and his cock buried in me so fast I could hardly parse out the sensations. His dick sliding deeper and deeper soothed away that sharp sensation when my hymen ripped. My pussy stretched and stretched over his cock.

“Goddamn, twin sisters!” groaned Dean.

“I know, lucky you,” Debra purred. “Deflowering us both. Ooh, yes, yes, Denise, lick that cum out of my cunt. I bet it tastes wonderful. Fuck her hard, Dean! Fuck my twin sister hard so I can eat her out!”

“Yes!” growled Dean.

He drew back his hips. My pussy clung to his withdrawing cock. It was a delicious sensation. I shuddered, my cunt squeezing down around his shaft. It felt incredible. Teasing me. Such a wicked sensation to enjoy while feasting on my sister’s cum-filled pussy.

Dean rammed back into me. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. His crotch rubbed into my pussy lips. My clit. Pleasure sparked, mixing with the delight he churned in my cunt’s depths. He drew back again and slammed forward. I shuddered as he reached so deep into me with each plunge.

“I know,” Debra moaned, her hand rubbing my stomach. “It’s amazing, right? Feeling his cock in you.”

“Yes!” I gasped.

It was better than getting my twat eaten out. Not by much, but it was so exciting to feel him plunging in and out of me, teasing me. The pleasure rushed through me. It was this amazing, wicked, delightful experience.

My cunt squeezed around him. This wonderful heat burned through me. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring around his cock. The heat was incredible. It rushed through my body. I groaned, loving the bliss burning through my body.

My tongue danced and swirled through my twin sister’s cunt. I feasted on her as Dean fucked me. He rammed his cock in and out of me with fast, hard strokes. He gave me such a delight. Such rapture. I loved it. This was incredible. Something every woman needed to experience. I shuddered, the heat building faster and faster inside of me.

“Oh, my god, pound her!” moaned Debra. “She’s so excited. She’s licking your cum out of me.”

I was. I was searching deeper into her cunt, looking for more of that wonderful jizz. It was growing scarcer. I was licking up all his spunk I could find as he plunged his dick in and out of my cunt. He stimulated me. The pleasure swelled.

It was intense.

“Yes!” gasped Debra. “Fuck her!”

“Pound the little slut!” the masturbating woman moaned. “This is so exciting. Best day at the park ever.”

“Yes!” grunted Dean, his cock slamming deep into me.

I was coming closer and closer to that moment of exploding. Of erupting. I would cum so hard on his dick. I couldn’t wait. I shuddered, my tongue dancing through my sister’s pussy lips. No more jizz to lick out, just her wonderful cream.

My clit sparked with pleasure. His cock plunged so hard into me. The pleasure swelled. Then I shuddered on my back. My tits jiggled as I squirmed. Dean’s dick buried to the hilt in me. As it drew back, the stimulation burned through my pussy.

Set me off.

“Yes!” I howled into my twin’s pussy as I came.

“Shit!” Dean grunted.

I bucked and moaned. The pleasure flowed through me as my pussy spasmed around his cock as he buried back into me. My hungry flesh writhed about him, craving his cum. I whimpered into my sister’s twat.

“Is she cumming?” asked Debra, her silky bush rubbing against my cheeks as she squirmed on my mouth.

“Yes!” grunted Dean, burying back into me.

He erupted.

Hot cum flooded into my pussy. It was so intense to feel. I savored it. Having a man cum in me was so natural. So right. My twat spasmed harder. Intense waves of bliss washed through me as he spurted in me.

“Yes, yes, you’re flooding her pussy!” Debra moaned and then her juices gushed into my mouth.

I drank them down as the sparks burst before me. Stars showered through the darkness fuzzing around my vision. My orgasm consumed me. I bucked as I lapped up my twin sister’s sweet cream. I feasted on them.

Reveled in them.

Savored every drop of them.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned. “This is so hot. Incest is the best!”

“Yes!” gasped Dean as I wrung him dry.

I buzzed, loving every moment of this orgasmic delight. I wanted more. I wanted it to consume me. It was the best thing in the world. The dancing stars faded while the amazing heat rippled through my body.

I could just be fucked by Dean and eat my sister’s pussy forever.

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Dean Michaels

It really worked.

That thought danced through my head as I pulled out of Denise’s deflowered pussy and headed for the laptop. She moaned about needing my cock back in her. Already, Debra was leaning down to lick her sister’s twat without needing my prompting.

I paused the command for Denise to need my cock fucking her and glanced at the woman beside me. Her daughter was here. I smiled and paused her masturbation routine. She shuddered, her face flushed and trembling.

“So, where’s your daughter at?”

To be continued…

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my first lesbian experiance

It started rather innocently. By accident actually. I was 16 I was staying at my best friends April’s house for a sleep over slumber party. Sometime that night my friends mom Janet who was out drinking and partying at the local bar came home really drunk. I mean smashed .She went to the kitchen and tried to make her self something to eat. It was a disaster. When I think back to her in that kitchen I still make myself laugh. While she was tearing up the kitchen she talked with us girls for a few and let us know she was going to bed an was calling it night. It was obvious to all of us she was beyond drunk and probably shouldn’t have drove herself home that night. Janet made it very clear we are not to bother her or keep her awake and we all agreed. We all said our good night’s to her and she went down hallway to her room and closed her door.

Later that night as my friends were crashing out like fly’s I started to crave a cigarette. I ran out earlier of the few I stole from my mom. None of my friends smoked so I couldn’t bum one off of them. I knew Janet was a smoker ,and I knew she kept them on the nightstand next to her bed. I figured I could sneak into her room and take one from her. I figured she has to have passed out by now it was 2:30 am or so. I opened Janet’s door and saw she was passed out on her bed right away. I could tell from the light in the room that she fell asleep with the TV on. I couldn’t see what was on it yet because of how her room was layed out. After I entered her rm I saw the tv and just froze . My friends mom janet had fallen asleep watching lesbian porn. I have never seen porn before this. I never thought about girl on girl before this. At first I was shocked . I just stood there . I couldn’t stop watching . I looked over to see if Janet had moved at all since I entered her room. Thankfully she hadn’t. I looked back at the tv and just kept watching the girls have sex with each other. The way they were kissing and touching licking and sucking each other just made me watch more. I layed down on the floor in front of janet’s bed and just kept watching. I got so turned on and excited I reached down to my panty’s and started rubbing my pussy god I was so wet. The more I watched the wetter I got. I kept looking up to Janet’s bed to make sure I wasn’t waking her up with my moans and other sounds I was making while I was getting myself off. I stayed down there on the floor watching this girl on girl porn and rubbing my pussy for about an hour. I must have got myself off 3 times. My body felt done and I was out of breath. I remembered why I went in there in the first place . I got up and stole my cigarette from Janet’s pack and walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. As I stood there on the porch smoking my cig I thought about all of what I just saw .What those girls were doing to each other. Licking each others pussy . Sucking on there tits. Using vibrators and fucking each other with strap-ons. I knew that night that’s how I want to have sex. With another girl. After I finished my cigarette I went to the room where all us girls were sleeping. I crawled in to my sleeping bag and rubbed my self one more time and got off dam it felt so good . . I fell asleep wondering when I will taste my first pussy. I never told April about that night .The next morning when we were all awake for breakfast and Janet came out of her room I kept it to myself . Pretended nothing ever happened but I found my self looking at April’s mom a little different. I noticed her curves and her tits . For the first time I looked at a woman in a sexual way.

After that weekend I was a changed girl. When ever I went to April’s after that I would check out her mom. When she was bending over and stuff like that. I would ask her to play wii fit with me so I could get a better look at her tits. When I was alone I would rub my pussy and fantasize about having sex with Janet often. I wanted her tits in my mouth . I wanted to taste her pussy so bad . I wanted her to taste my pussy . I imagined her having things like vibrators and strap-ons she could use on me. I thought of her often that way. When I was taking a bath or when I was in bed alone I would rub my pussy till I came thinking of Janet.

During the next few months I started to notice that Janet was looking at me as well. Especially during summer when I would go over to April’s to swim in her pool. I would notice Janet checking me out. Giving me the up down ( a girl knows when were being looked at). I could tell she liked me in my bikini . I would do extra stretches and bends so she would get a eyeful. It was such a turn on when I caught her checking me out. I want too but I cant describe the feelings I got. I know she made my vag tingle and that’s all that matters. I have to admit I liked the way she looked in hers too. She offered to rub my back a lot with lotion and I would lay there just enjoying her touching me.

Inside I was torn though. My bff April had no idea about her mom. Had no idea she was lesbian or into girls. I knew it wasn’t my place to say anything. there would be all of “ how do you know “ and drama like that . Im not into all that bitch shit. Also I found myself more and more sexually attracted to her mom. I knew it was wrong but that’s how I felt at the time.

It was some months later . The summer of my 17th April had gone off to volleyball camp for a week. I wanted to go swimming so I went over to her house . I knew Janet wouldn’t mind me coming by. I knocked on the door an Janet was excited to let me in. It was clear that she was probably on her second bottle of wine :). I told her why was there to go swimming. She told me that she was about to change into her suit and it would be great to get into the pool with me. She went to her room and I went to the bathroom and we both changed into our bikinis.

When we met back at the pool I know my mouth dropped . There was Janet in a new suit that barely covered her up at all. I just stared at her beautiful body . Her top barely covered her nipples at all. i thought to my self her tits are hot and I wanted them . I could tell her bottom was shaved and bare. Or so I thought. We enjoyed the pool together for about an hour . We got out together when Janet wanted another drink. We were sitting under her canape talking . Just b.s really for the most part nothing remarkable I guess I was acting nervous or fidgety. She noticed something was off with me. Janet asked if something was wrong. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. At that moment it all came flooding back to me. The night in her bedroom. All the times I fantasized about her. All the times I looked at her and how she turned me on so much. I was looking at her now in her new bikini and I found myself speechless not knowing what to say. I had to say something . Before I could stop myself (weather I wanted to or not) I said to her “ my boyfriend likes it shaved down there and im afraid to do it , I don’t want to cut myself . Would you help me”. It was a lie I didn’t even have a boyfriend at the time. At first Janet didn’t say anything. I guess I surprised her . Then she just snapped back and said “of course go to my room and get ready” . I don’t know why she said her room but after what I just said to her I went with it. I walked to her room so nervous and shaking . I knew what I was doing . I was about to be naked in front of my best friends mom. I wanted her to have my pussy so bad. I went to her room and stood at the front of her bed. I slipped off my bikini bottoms and layed back on her bed waiting for her to come in. She walked in with a warm rag some shaving cream and a razor. There I was 17 and naked with my legs spread ,my pussy wide ready for her on her bed.

She stood there checking out my body for a second . I don’t know what she was thinking but I knew what I was. I just wanted her to start , to touch me. She got down on her knees between my legs. She started talking I wasnt really paying attention to what she was saying. Things like how men hewr age like some muff down there . She just don’t understand about full shave . I didn’t care I was just happy to finally having her where I wanted her. She started with a warm wet rag . When she pressed it on to my pussy I felt like I wanted to explode all ready. She rubbed the warm wet rag up n down my pussy .I might have let out a soft moan . It felt so good .She just kept working me. Next came the shaving cream . My god I was heaven having her hand on my pussy rubbing me like she was . Im sure by then she could tell I was getting wet. She just kept talking to me . Maby because she was uncomfortable I dont know I just remember her talking a lot while she shaved me. Finally the razor . I could tell she knew what she was doing right away. Janet would shave me a bit then rinse the razor in aa bowl of water she had . It took about 10 minutes but she shaved my pussy completely bald. I was so wet and turned on by then.

After Janet finished shaving me she was still on her knees and she gave me this look I will never forget . I just nodded my head as if to say yes. There was no “dont tell april or anybody” kind of talk at all. She lowered her mouth to my pussy and just started to lick me. Omg I was in heaven.. she ran her toung up and down my slit . She was teasing my clit. I started to let out loud moans of pleasure as Janet ate me out She took my hand and placed it on the back of her head . I pushed her face hard into me.it felt so good having her finally down me. She would open my lips and suck on them . She did this thing I could only describe as being toung fucked My pussy was quivering and shaking . While Janet was eating my pussy she reached up with her hands and started to play and squeeze my tits. Pinching my nipples making them hard.oh god the way she was making my body feel was amazing. then she took a hand and slid a finger inside me . She was finger fucking me while she ate me out. Then two fingers . Oh my god Janet was amazing . I couldn’t take it much more. I was moaning an breathing hard . Then it happened I had my first orgasm of the day. On her fingers and her face . She just kept at it licking me clean.

Janet asked me if I enjoyd that my only answer for her was “ Hell ya” while I was taking a moment to relax and catching my breath. I moved up on her bed and Janet took off her bikini. It was the first time I saw a naked woman in a sexual way and I def liked what I saw. Janet is tall . Like me shes also into running so she has a fit body tanned with long blonde hair. Her tits are nice too maby a d cup . I don’t know or care I just wanted to suck on them for her. her pussy wasn’t completely shaved like mine was now. It had some muff down there shaved into a land strip. All I could think was how sexy she was right then.

Janet crawled into bed with me and right away we started kissing . Our arms were wraped around each other tightly. We kissed each other with passion and lust. I nervously took my hand and started to play with her ass working up the nerv to touch her pussy for the first time. As we kissed she reached down and started to rub my pussy again . That’s when I first touched another girl vag. I started to rub her in circles up and down . I loved knowing how good I was making her feel . I just kept rubbing her pussy for her then she moved a little and I took my chance. I got one of her tits into my mouth n just kept sucking on her tit as I rubbed her pussy. while I was busy sucking on her tits she asked me if I was ready?. I knew what she ment . I smiled at her and said yes. I moved on top of her body . I started with soft kiss on the lips . Then I lived out my fantasy with her. I gave her a quick kiss an a lil bite on her neck. Then I kissed my way down her body . Taking time to suck on and please both of her tits . I kept kissing my way down her belly. Then I got down to Janets pussy. The smell of it was hypnotic to me. I loved the smell of her vag, then I started moving my toung up and down her lips. I must have been doing it right because she started grinding on my face. I ran my toung up and down wanting to taste everything. i couldn’t stop licking her pussy . I found her clit with my toung and just started to tease it and lick it . She was so wet from me eating her out . I remembered earlier how I had my hand on her head so I did the same. I put her hand on my head and she pressed me in deep into her. I loved the taste of her pussy . I knew right then I was addicted.. then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She pulled me by my hair up to her and started kissing more, more harder n deeply then any guy ever kissed me. Then she rooled off the bed telling me how wonderful I was and how I made her orgasm. I was feeling really good . She already knew I wasn’t a virgin by how deep she had her fingers inside my pussy earlier . I may be 17 but im no angel. She then asked if I ever used a toy before. I told her I used a hair brush before but no toy’s. Janet reached over and opened her night stand and brought out a vibrator. Now I knew she was going to fuck me. She turned the vibrator on .She layed down next to me and started kissing me again as she teased my pussy rubbing the vibrator up and down my pussy. It felt so good I just spread my legs wider for her. As I started to suck on her tits again she pushed the vibe into me . She pushed it all the way into me . My pussy hadn’t been stretched so much . Dam my body was going wild. It was Turned up all the way .she just started to fuck me with it. Back n forth while she was sucking on my tits. harder and harder she was pushing this toy inside me. My pussy was wrapped so tight around this vibrator. I could feel every inch of it. Faster and faster harder and harder she was pounding my pussy . Every so often she would stop and lick my juices off of it . My god that was wild to watch then she would put it back inside my pussy and fuck me even more with it. By now I lost track of how many orgasms I had . I just know my body felt like it never has before. When I was done with my last orgasm she finally stopped with the vibe and put it away. We just layed there in her bed hugging and kissing each other for what felt like forever. I was in love with another woman .

I ended up staying with janet for the weekend . We didnt even bother wearing cloths by the second day. We had a 3 year relationship. Before you ask no we never got cought by my friend April. She went to normal high school and I went to continuation. That left us about 4 hrs alone every day. We did almost get caught kissing once but thats for another time 🙂

Well that’s it. That was my first lesbian experience . Im glad I shared and I hoped you enjoyed …Stacie xoxo

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This story is the sequel to ‘My History Teacher’. This story was repeadetly asked for and I wa more than happy to provide it to the hungry and horny imaginations of people such as yourself. If you haven’t read ‘My History Teacher’ I highly recommend it 🙂 Enjoy!

It was rough for the week. I ignored Ms. Harper and avoided eye contact at all costs. I’m going to be honest though, I missed her; her taste, her touch, her scent. Pretty much everything. On friday I was dreading on seeing Ms. Harper but it was inevitable. We should talk. We needed to. I told myself I would talk to her. I finally reach my last class of the day, her class. She walks in the classroom, a minute late as usual. Our eyes meet and I see a smile playing on the corners of her lips. I gulp and my eyes move down her body. I missed looking at her body. I hadn’t let myself for the past few days but now it seemed okay. Her gorgeous legs, beautiful breasts and last but not least, her breath taking eyes. She starts to talk to the class. Yet again, she passes out a work sheet which was slightly harder but I finished it in good time. I set my pencil down and glance up at her a couple of times. She meets a few of my glances with a small smirk. Ugh, she’s so smug about the whole damn thing. After a few minutes she starts to teach again. Soon the bell rings and my classmates are pushing out the door. I take more time to pack up my things until the last person is out of the classroom. I look up and my eyes meet Ms. Harper’s. She looks away. I stand up and walk to her desk. I set my bag on the floor next to her desk. I finally look at her and she looks at me.

“What do you need Emily?”

She says with a curious look. I sit down in the desk where she first started her seduction.

“I want to talk to you. I just-…I think we should talk about what happened, Ms. Harper.”

I say her name formally. I didn’t think she would want me to call her Kelly at school. Even if no one else was around. She nods her head. She looked a little sad.

“Oh…well, go ahead and talk.”

She says as she gets up from her seat and moves in front of me to lean against her desk. Posing in a way so that her legs look simply irresistible. I quickly distract myself.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly on friday. I shouldn’t have done that. I was just a tad bit overwhelmed with it all.”

I look up at her and She moves so she is sitting in the seat next to me but turns to face me. She gives me a small smile.

“I’m not mad. I understand why you ran out. I’m concerned about your life and my life because we can never tell anyone about what happened, Emily.”

I instictly move a hand to her knee and try to reassure her.

“Dont worry Ms.Harper. I won’t tell anyone. I promise and I had a lot of fun on Friday. A real great time.”

I shoot her a sweet smile. She smiles back and nods her head.

“I’m glad we talked then and I’m glad you had a good time.”

My hand stays on her knee and I start to move my fingers across her skin. We look into each other’s eyes and suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension. I look over to the door, nervous that someone might come in, then back to her. I’m taking a chance here.

“What if I want to do it again?”

I ask nervously. She smirks. She knows I want to do everything again. She stands up. She grabs my hand and pulls me up to her. I gulp and she moves a hand up to my cheek.

“Then kiss me and we can do it again.”

Like before, she didn’t want to push me into anything. I look at her lips. I did. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to have that same lust in between us. I lean forward and kiss her softly. She moans and kisses me back. I move my hands to her hips and pull her closer. She moves us and suddenly I am slammed against the wall. I groan as my head thumps against the wall. She smiles into the kiss.

“Sorry.”

The same smugness was showing through the apology. She wasn’t sorry for pushing me up against the wall and claiming my lips. I kiss her harder. She moans softly and moves her hands to my sides. She grabs my t-shirt and raises it just barely and slides her hands across my stomach. I shiver and she smiles again. She starts to pull my shirt up and over my head and I let her this time. I didn’t care if we were in the school. I wanted her. I break the kiss to tell her just that but she talks first.

“Do you want to go back to my house?”

Hmm, wait another 20 minutes for her to fuck me or do it now and get extremely turned on by the fact that we were still in school? What a hard decision. Ha. Not. I smile and walk past her. She turns to watch me. I walk to her door and pull down the blinds over the window. I lock the door and turn back to her. My heart beats faster and she smiles. I walk to the middle of the room and smirk at her. I reach down and unbutton my pants. I shimmy both my pants and panties down my legs. I kick off my shoes and socks along with my pants and panties. I stare into her eyes as I reach behind my back and unsnap my bra. She eyes me with lust as I slowly let my bra fall to the floor. I walk to her desk and lean against the side with my legs spread apart.

“I want you. Now.”

I say huskily. She smirks smugly at me then starts to walk over to me. She stops in front of me and reaches in between my legs. She wasn’t a woman who wastes time. I gasp as she slides her fingers in between pussy lips to my entrance. She stares deeply into my eyes. I was already very wet so she slides one finger deep into me. I moan. I’m tempted to close my eyes but I hold the stare we have. She starts to pump her finger in and out of my wet pussy. I groan and grab the back of her neck and pull her into a hard kiss. She moans into my mouth and thrusts harder. I moan.

“More.”

I mumble against her lips. She moans and slides her fingers out and pushes another finger in. I groan and kiss her harder. She pumps into me. Faster and faster. I break the kiss and grip her shoulders tightly.

“Oh my god, Ms. Harper.”

She dips her head and kisses my neck. I moan and tilt my head back to give her more access. Her other hand comes up to cup my breast. I moan as her fingers tweak and pinch my nipple. My body was surging with pleasure and my orgasm was getting closer and closer with each thrust. My nails dig into her silk blouse as I arch my back. I moan out loud again and put one hand behind me on her desk to keep myself balanced. She moves her mouth down to my other breast and sucks on my nipple. She bites the sensitive bud of skin and groan. I was on the edge.

“Oh my god. Fuck me Ms. Harper. Fuck me hard.”

She groans at my words and does exactly what I say and fucks me harder. My mouth opens in a silent scream and my body is rocked with an orgasm. She kisses my neck softly as she brings me down from my high. I pant and lean back against her desk. She pulls away from me and smiles.

“That was very spontaneous and sexy of you Emily.”

I chuckle and nod my head. She gingerly pulls her fingers out of my pussy and I close my eyes and groan softly at the loss. She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I moan and break the kiss. I smile and bite my lip. I bring my hands up to her blouse and start to unbutton it as I lean closer. She smiles

“Unbutton your pants for me.”

I whisper against her lucious lips. I unbutton the last button and pull her blouse down and off her arms. She doesn’t move her hands and I shoot her a playful smile. I chuckle to myself. No way did I paralyze my stunning blonde teacher by smiply cumming for her? I run my hands over her stomach then up her back to unsnap her bra.

“Unless your going to make me do all the work ?”

I tease her. I pull down her bra and fling it to the side. She licks her lips as I kneel down in front of her.

“Take them off. Please.”

She gets out. I smile and decide to try out my dominant side. I have the need to be in control. I grab onto her slack clad hips and lean forward, nudging my nose into her crotch and successfully smelling her arousal in the proccess. I moan softly. She groans at the soft contact. I smile up at her to see her eyes closed. This will be fun. I smack her ass. She jumps and gasps as her eyes fly open to look down at me. Once our eyes connect I lean forward again and take a long lick of the slit in her pants. She shivers and moans. I move my hands back to her front and unbutton her pants. I pull down the zipper and pull them down and help her out of the pants, panties and heels she was wearing. She naturally spreads her legs wider and I slide my hands up her thighs. I break our stare and look at her beautiful clean shaven wet pussy lips. I moan softly and lean forward again. I touch my tongue to her pussy lips and slowly lick her slit. She shudders.

“Emily…”

She moans out my name softly. I moan back and grip her hips firmly and dive into her delicious pussy. She moans loudly as my tongue slides across her clit. I flick her clit over and over again. She reaches down and tangles her hands in my brown curls as she pushes me deeper into her wetness. I groan and look up at her to find her looking back at me. There it was. That wonderful moment when we lock eyes while I please her, my teacher. Hopefully, soon to be my lover. No way in hell was I going to give this woman up, again. I move a hand to her entrance and push two fingers into her wet pussy. She moans and bucks her hips on my fingers. She throws her head back and moans. It didn’t take but a few more thrusts of my fingers and a couple flicks of my tongue on her clit to bring her to the edge. She was panting hard and her grip had tightened in my hair. I start to suck her clit, starting soft then sucking harder and harder until her whole body tenses and she screams in pleasure. I stop sucking her clit to look up at her as she writhes on my still thrusting fingers. I sit up a little more and place feathery kisses across her lower stomach. I slow my fingers as she relaxes and when I know she is ready I pull my fingers out of her dripping cunt. She moans quietly at the loss and lets her hand drop from my hair. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck them clean of her juices. I look up to see her watchng me with nothing but lust showing in her eyes. She reaches down and cups my chin in her hand and pulls me up into a kiss. I moan as her soft lips meet mine. I slide my tongue in between her lips to be met with her own wondering tongue. Our tongues gentley exploring the others mouth with passion. I moan softly and run my hands up her slick back. Her hands find my hips and one inevetablly lowers down to my ass and gives my ass a nice firm squeeze. I moan again and rest my hands on her shoulders. Her nails lightly scratch across my ass and I groan into her mouth. I could feel myself becoming more aroused. My hands move up her neck to her cheeks and I pull her deeper into the kiss. She moans and I know she is becoming more aroused too. I move myself until I am straddling her leg and my thigh is pressed against her hot wet pussy. She groans and kisses me harder. She runs her nails up my spine and I shiver deeply. Fuck. This woman was making me wetter with each touch. I couldn’t help myself any longer and I start to grind into her hip. I moan deeply and pull back just enough to suck her bottom lip into my mouth and nibble on the soft flesh. She moans and captures my lips in a scorching hot kiss as I let her lip go. I slide my fingers into her hair and press her harder into me. She reaches down to my ass and starts to grind on my thigh, using my ass as leverage to grind on me harder. My knees almost buckle under the intense sensation. I wrap my arms around her neck and roll my hips down onto her hip. I moan and she breaks the kiss. She moans and glances off to the side. Before I can ask what’s wrong she moves me up against the wall, hard. I groan as I manage to just hit my back this time, nonetheless making me gasp as the air is forced from my lungs. She smirks as she dips her head down to kiss my neck. My head rests back against the wall as she bites my neck and whispers in my ear.

“I’m definitely not sorry for that.”

I groan and grind harder into her. Her hot breath washes over my ear as she starts to pant. I shiver and whimper.

“Ms. Harper…don’t stop. I want to cum with you.”

She groans and humps my leg faster, making her hip grind back against my gyrations. She slips her fingers in between mine and surprises me by raising our hands above my head. I moan and she kisses her way back up my lips to give me a soft kiss.

“Your. Hands. Stay. Here. Understood?”

She whispers against my lips demandingly. I’m not totally sure what she said exactly but I nod my head feverishly. Quick to comply to her demands. Quick to obey. Quick to be submissive, all for her.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, anything Ms. Harper. Fuck me.”

I plead with her. She lets out an animalistic growl and attacks my lips with a new determination. She kisses me so hard it feels like she was bruising my lips. I moan deeply as she grinds down on me. I bury my face in the crook of her shoulder and let out a gasping moan.

“Oh my god…”

I moan out. She moans back and nips at my neck, hieghtening my arousal more then it already was. I arch my back against the wall and feel drops of sweat moving down my back. I feel myself reaching the edge quickly and I riskilly move my hands off of the wall and claw at her shoulders and back. Desperate to pull her in closer to me. She groans in lust and I know she is close also. I lift my head from her shoulder and turn my head to give her a wet sloppy kiss full of lust and tongue. She moans into my mouth as our tongues wrestle for dominance. Suddenly my orgasm is on me and my body goes rigid. I moan and break the kiss to throw my head back. She continues to grind on my leg and successfully brings herself to orgasm a few seconds after me. My legs buckle and somehow she manages to hold us both up until I am able to stand on my own. Yet I still lean against the wall and pant hard. She pulls away from me and straggles over to her chair. She sighs and closes her eyes. I open my eyes to glance at her and I smile.

“I’m so good you can’t stand, huh?”

She smiles and licks her lips before she talks, still not opening her eyes.

“I believe I made you cum so hard that I had to hold you up.”

I chuckle and nod my head and make my way in front of her desk. I grab my clothes from the floor and set them on a nearby desk. I pull n my panties and bra. She finally opens her eyes and looks at the source of the movement.

“Where do you think your going?”

She says with a small smirk. I look at her and shrug my shoulders.

“I’m going home…is that okay with you?”

I smile playfully. She gets up and walks to me with a hard look on her face. I look at her curiously and stand up straight, it felt as if I was being looked over.

“No, that is not okay with me Emily.”

We’ve been fucking for I don’t know how long. We’ve both had two incredible orgasms. Was she this insatiable? She casually brings a hand up to my cheek and uses her thumb to trace my bottom lip as she stares intently into my eyes. She trails her fingers lightly down my neck and traces her fingers across my collar bone. My eyes flutter closed at her touch. She moves her fingers down my taut stomach to stop at the top of my panties. I bite my lip and groan softly as she teases me again. I open my eyes as she starts to speak.

“I want to take you. Over and over. I want you at my will for the whole night. So I can tease you, just like this. So I can make you cum for me like you did only a minute ago.”

I gulp at the image this powerful woman has embeded in my mind. My legs were trembling and my breathing was more erratic than normal. God, the affect this woman has over me is ridiculous. She takes the last full step forward and she is only cennimeters away when she whispers in my ear. Her torturous fingers traveling to my slit, making my eyes close yet again.

“So you can scream my name when you cum for me more times then you can count.”

I let out a whimper of surrender and spread my legs wider, silently begging for her to touch me. She smirks as she sees this and quickly flicks my clit through my thin gauzy panties. I moan softly but her hand retracks from my heated core. I open my eyes and pout my lip out in disapointment. She groans at my gesture and quickly leans forward to take my bottom lip in between two lines of straight pearly-whites. Tugging softly on the spongy flesh and biting slightly. I moan and lean forward to deepen the arousing antics but she pulls away and pushes me back against the front of the desk. She looks into my eyes as her hands rest on the desk on either side of my hips.

“Is that a yes, Emily?”

I quickly nod my head and cup her cheek in one hand. I lean forward and whisper against her lips.

“It’s a fuck yes, Ms. Harper.”

I lean in the rest of the way and claim her mouth with a heated, needy kiss. She moans softly and smiles into the kiss. I move my other hand to cup her face and deepen the kiss by pushing my tongue past her still grining lips. Her smile finally fades as I seek out her tongue and she kisses me back with the same passion. I moan. This was going to be an intresting, sleepless night. I shiver deeeply simply at the thought of it. Fingers and tongues plunging into sweet wetness. Teeth grazing nipples and teasing across the sensitive skin of necks. The aroma of female arousal filling the comfy space of her bedroom. Backs arching off of satin sheet covered beds. Lips sucking harshly and softly at sensitive clits. I shiver deeply again. Oh, yes. This will be a sleepless night.

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Justin and his nerdy girlfriend have one hot study session with their busty teacher!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Eleven: Mind-Controlled Teacher’s Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

I had such a cocky grin as I passed the “sewage worker.” He probably was a government agent, but he couldn’t prove that I stopped time. That I was the source of the strange anomaly they were looking for. Nor could they figure out that my sister was the other one. It was clear they’d tracked it to my college, but there were hundreds of students here, and that didn’t count the staff.

So I just sauntered past him, my girlfriend, Sam, walking at my side.

She was in her usual baggy clothes: sweatshirt and pants. Her black hair was gathered in a loose braid. She didn’t wear her hair that way to look cute—though, she did look cute in a nerdy way—but to keep her hair out of her face. She was a practical sort of person. Her emotions almost entirely suppressed. When they flared in her, they burned bright.

It made her… interesting.

She was a delight to be around. If you glanced at us, you’d would probably think we were just friends since I didn’t have my arm around her shoulders or waist, nor were we holding hands. She believed in keeping things proper.

“So you need to pick me up at 5:25 PM precisely,” she was saying in answer to my question on why I had to pick her up at such a strange time for our date tonight, “so we can reach the pizza restaurant at 5:37.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding as we walked down the hallway from the cafeteria, heading towards our tryst with Miss Daisy. I was eager to fuck my English teacher again, and this time with her conscious of me. I was even more excited to see her and Sam do naughty things together.

“Yes, we should be finished with our dinner at approximately 6:30, leaving us ten minutes to make the start of the 6:40 showing of A Quiet Place. I have already purchased our tickets.”

I blinked. “Really, a horror movie?”

It’s customary,” she said. “The movie will make me scared, and I will cling to you. Then you will be protective, and that will arouse me. We shall start kissing, then making out. By 7:30, we should be at a frenzy point where we will sneak out to your car to copulate.”

“You want to lose her virginity in the backseat of a car at the movie theater?” I asked her.

“Yes. Isn’t that the customary way for a young woman to lose it?”

“I suppose,” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

“That will leave us some time to enjoy ourselves and cuddle in a post-coital bliss afterwards,” she continued. “Then 8:01 PM shall arrive and we can experiment with your powers.”

“Oh well, it’ll probably be around 8:30 since I froze Coach Johnson and used up all the charge I’d accumulated.”

She blinked, studying me. “I had not factored the effect on your recharge time would be for pausing the coach like that.” Her head cocked. “Well, the movie tickets are already purchased. We’ll just have another thirty minutes for foreplay and cuddling.”

“Sounds good,” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

Not only could I stop time when my powers recharge d fully, which took twelve hours, I could also divert that power to cause just an individual to pause. Stopping one person while everyone else was unaffected took more power versus pausing the entire world. It seemed contradictory, but I didn’t understand how any of this actually worked. As much fun as it would be to pause an individual, it seemed like such a waste when I could pause everybody and give my hypnotic command to as many people as could hear me.

Sam figured out that I could mind-control people, too. Luckily, she didn’t mind that I turned her bisexual. I could’ve made her a slut, like I had other girls including my own mother, but she was Sam. I never realized that I had feelings for her as anything more than my friend until today. It was like my feelings were nestled inside of me, buried by my raging lust for the other girls at my college. Those whores like Aurora or Petra or Paris.

Two of those girls were my sex slaves now, and it wouldn’t be much longer before Paris cracked and surrendered to her lust.

“Well, we are going to have an amazing first date,” I said, Miss Daisy’s classroom just ahead.

Sam nodded her head. She drew a deep breath. “It makes me feel more than a little… breathy that we are about to have sexual relations with our English teacher. It makes me quite wet. It is all your fault, perv.”

I grinned at her as I yanked open the door to the busty, redheaded professor’s classroom. “Yep.”

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Aurora Pritchard

“So how does the sex-slave thing work, Aurora?” Rebecca, my fellow cheerleader and sex slave to Justin, asked. She just sat down across from me at the cafeteria table. She set down her plate covered in a chicken Caesar salad, nearly identical to the one that I had before me.

Though she’d added croutons to hers. I didn’t want the carbs.

“Yes, how does this work?” Tracy, the busty brunette, asked as she took the seat beside Rebecca. “I mean, I know we just do whatever sexual things Justin wants, but is there anything else?”

“There will be spankings,” Petra, my gorgeous Hispanic friend, said as she took the seat beside me. She had gone with a solid drizzle of the cheesy Caesar dressing. “And he might tie us up.”

I gave Petra a curious look. She’d held back info on her desires from me. Of course, so had I.

“Spanking?” Rebecca asked. Her blonde hair swayed about her face. “That’s pretty kinky.”

Tracy nodded her head.

“I can’t wait until Master spanks me,” I said. “I keep being a brat, but he’s rather new at this.”

“So, you must’ve punched his V-card yesterday, Aurora, when you fucked him in the bathroom.”

“How did you even get out of there?” Tracy asked. “And how did José and Cassandra take your place?”

“There’s a lot of weird stuff going on today,” Rebecca added. She glanced over the table to the right where a group of guys were eating their food without their hands, just digging into it like they were wild animals.

Were those the same guys who were gangbanging Pearline earlier?

“Let’s not forget the fact that I was driven wild with lust to masturbate until I became Justin’s slave,” Petra said before she jabbed her fork into her salad. “What’s up with that?”

“And we did have an orgy in her PE class,” Tracy said. “I don’t even seem to recall Justin entering the locker room, just him being in the shower and me having to go and be his sex slave all of a sudden.”

Rebecca nodded her head, delight on her face as she shuddered. “I know, it was so amazing. It was like I just realized that I was his. That he owned my pussy.”

I smiled, Master had accidentally made them both into sex slaves when he was fucking me during frozen time. He was talking about owning my body, my pussy, but they overheard him.

Should I tell them? They were all just his slaves now. I couldn’t help the smirk playing on my lips.

“You know something,” Petra said, giving me a look. “Spit it out, puta!”

“Well…” I said, squirming on the hard, plastic seat. How would they take it? I’d handled the truth fine, but then it was always my fantasy to be mind-controlled into being a sex slave.

“Stop holding out on us,” Petra said, giving me a hard look. “Things are weird around here. I can’t believe Steve turned out to be gay all of a sudden. He used to love spanking my ass and then eating out my pussy. He absolutely loved my snatch. Now you’re telling me he only likes sucking on your ex-boyfriend’s cock, Aurora?”

“Fine,” I said, leaning forward.

A conspiratorial air settled on our table as my fellow sex slaves all leaned in. Rebecca’s blue eyes twinkled, and Tracy licked her lips. Petra quivered beside me, eager to find out what was going on. Would they even believe me?

“I know this is going to sound crazy,” I said, “but it’s all true. Justin has powers. He… can freeze time. While time is paused, anything he says to someone acts like… a hypnotic suggestion.” An awed smile crossed my lips. “It changes you.”

“He made us into his sex slaves?” Tracy asked.

“That’s why he just appeared in the locker room!” exclaimed Rebecca. “And why I suddenly wanted to go serve him because I thought he owned my pussy!”

“Making you two into sex slaves was an accident,” I said, shifting. “I was fucking Tracy with my strap-on while time was frozen, and Justin was fucking me. He was saying naughty things like how he owned my pussy and how I was his property and, well, you two just overheard.”

“Are you saying Jefe made me so horny and unable to cum until I begged to be his sex slave?” Petra asked, her eyes wide.

“Yep. He was getting back at you and Paris for being such cunts to him.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “All three of us were terrible to him. But now… we worship him.”

“Not Paris,” Petra said. “Where is she?”

“Resisting.” I grinned. “But not for too much longer. You saw her when I went live. She’s out of her mind with lust.”

Petra nodded her head.

“I think you watched that, but I heard it,” Tracy said, her hand squeezing her tits together. “Master came all over my boobs while watching. Then I got to lick them clean while he fucked me from behind.”

“Oh, you’re so lucky to have tits that big,” Rebecca said. “Are mine big enough to give Master a titty fuck?”

“Maybe,” Tracy said, her hand squeezing Rebecca’s boob through her blouse. “They are nice and plump.”

I smiled. None of them were angry. Justin had changed them. They were his now. Just like me.

“Justin’s not the only one that has powers,” I said, glancing to my right. His little sister was staring at us. I waved at her while saying, “Krystal also has the ability. There’s something special about them.”

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Krystal Sampson

I looked away from Aurora, my jaw clenching. Such anger rippled through me. I was positive that Justin had brainwash my girlfriend, Ji-Yun. I stared down at my lunch, a hamburger and tater tots. I grabbed one of the tots and rubbed it into the dab of ketchup while I ground my teeth together. I had to get back at my brother somehow.

I glanced back at Aurora. Could I do something to her? It looked like he was gathering other sex slaves. What could I do to them when time was paused? What sort of commands could I put in their heads?

“Do you want to eat them out?” Ji-Yun asked me. She was my Korean girlfriend, as well as my best friend. She sat across the table from me, a petite girl like myself, her silky, black hair gathered in a braid that left her delicate face clear to be admired. “I bet they all have a pussy full of your brother’s cum.” She smacked her lips. “That sounds so yummy. We definitely have to eat them out.”

“You just want to do that because he brainwashed you,” I muttered.

Ji-Yun shrugged. “You brainwashed me into liking pussy. Your pussy. All girls’ pussies.” She shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

“It just is,” I snapped. “I’m your friend. My brother’s just a big pervert.”

“And you’re not a pervert?” Ji-Yun gave me a naughty grin. “How many girls’ panties do you have in your pocket? I know I have about a dozen pairs.”

My cheeks burned. I told every pretty girl I came across during paused time that she needed to give me her panties. Turned out, I loved smelling freshly worn panties, enjoying the scent of fresh pussy on them. My pockets bulged with all the pairs I’d been given.

“It’s different,” I muttered.

“You’re both changing things,” Ji-Yun continued. “I mean, you made Pearline love getting gangbanged. You can’t make any of that stop. It’s too late. Just embrace it.” She popped her tater tot into her mouth, chewing on it. “You’re just like him.”

“So I should just embrace licking my brother’s cum out of girls?” I glared at her. “Admit it, you also want me to fuck him, don’t you?”

“I do,” she said. “What’s so wrong about that? It’ll be so hot. It’ll be incest. It’ll be just the best. Don’t you want him on top of you, Krystal? Then I can lick his cum out of you.”

“Fuck that!” I said, slamming my tiny fist on the cafeteria table. Our trays rattled. “I’m not going to be his whore. Next time I pause time, I’m going to turn all those sluts against him. And I’m going to fix you, too. I’m going to remove those deviant commands he gave you.”

Horror flashed across her face. “You can’t do that. It’s too late. You have to stop!”

I blinked as Ji-Yun moved so quickly, her position shifting so that she was sitting straighter, her fist no longer pounding on the table. I blinked, certain that my brain had just short-circuited. I shook my head, frowning. I felt so foolish all of a sudden. I was angry a moment ago, but it was all gone.

I unclenched my hand and looked at Ji-Yun, asking, “Why are we fighting?”

Ji-Yun grinned at me. “I know, Krystal, it was so dumb. But you understand now.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, nodding my head. I looked around the cafeteria. I was wondering where my brother was. Maybe I was wrong about him. It was sexy licking his cum out of our mother’s pussy.

My tongue flicked across my lips, my stomach growing anxious. It would be nice licking his cum out of Ji-Yun’s pussy. And maybe… Ji-Yun could lick his cum out of my pussy.

“Great, where has my dumb brother gotten to,” I muttered.

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

I was not exaggerating to my lover when I said that my pussy was wet with anticipation for our lunchtime tryst with Miss Daisy. I knew these desires were brought about by Justin’s hypnotic suggestion to me while he’d frozen time.

However, that did not matter.

My brain had accepted this new conditioning, adapting to the new cause that now affected my outlook on reality. I gave credence to those who said that will was but an illusion, merely a byproduct of our brain. In actuality, humans were nothing more than bio-chemical machines reacting to the stimuli of the world, conditioned by the events that had preceded us, by the way we were raised, by the way our society had developed in response to new technological advances, new opportunities, new ideas. All those pressures guided us to act in certain ways. It was really no different than what Justin did.

Though, perhaps, the other causes were not so… selfish as his perverted desires.

Justin opened the door to our English classroom, sweeping his arm like a gentleman. I favored him with a smile, my emotions bubbling through me. This was all so exciting. All so naughty. I suddenly wished I was wearing something more flattering. I had never given much thought to my outward appearance, not desiring to signal my sexual availability like the other girls in my college.

But sex wasn’t the messy distraction I thought it was.

My experience with Justin and his mother was stimulating. A part of me wanted to forgo the ritual of our date and allow Justin to deflower me in Miss Daisy’s classroom. But the fact that he was going to wait, to go through such a pointless exercise before we satiated our carnal desires, only showed me how much he cared for me. That he saw me differently than the sluts like our busty, redheaded professor.

“Sam,” Miss Daisy purred, breathy with excitement, as we entered, “and Justin. Mmm, I am so excited for our study lesson. I don’t know what happened to my panties, but my pantyhose are just soaked with my juices.”

“As are my panties,” I said, suddenly so nervous.

What was I supposed to do now? I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose, my nipples so hard beneath my sweatshirt. My areolas were puffy and tingly, rubbing against the fabric of my top. I licked my lips, glancing at Justin.

He had a big, perverted grin. His dark eyes flicked up and down my body then glanced at our busty teacher as she advanced on me. Her hips swayed while her heels clicked with her every step. Her breasts jiggled, almost spilling out of her low-cut blouse.

I understood why Justin drooled over her breasts. There was something so vital about them. Fertility distilled to heaving, massive mounds of jiggling flesh. I hungered to suckle at them, to nurse from her bountiful teats. My pussy clenched, waves of heat washing over me as she reached me. Her hands cupped my cheeks, fingers stroking my face. Ripples of heat washed down me. I let out a whimpering moan, my hands balling into fists.

Should I touch her? Should I squeeze those big tits?

I swallowed.

“So you don’t know everything,” Miss Daisy said as her head leaned down towards me.

“She’s really neglected studying about sex,” Justin said.

“That is why I’m here,” I moaned, “to be educated.”

Miss Daisy’s lips touched mine. They were warm and hot and plump. They had a gentleness that Justin’s lacked. I groaned as she kissed me, her lips moving on mine, stirring such ardor through me. My hands seized her hips, squeezing her through her skirt. Dizzying waves assaulted me.

I swayed.

Her tongue penetrated my mouth. I met hers with mine, caressing hers. She didn’t claim me the way Justin did. Instead, she shared her passion with me. Her hand stroked down my face to my neck. My pulse fluttered beneath her touch, my heart drumming with rapture. It pumped heat through me that gathered at my breasts and my pussy.

I was so hot. I need to get out of my clothing.

As if Miss Daisy read my mind, or perhaps she was just feeling the same desires besetting me, her hands drifted down my sweatshirt. I groaned as she brushed over the tips of my breasts, stimulating my puffy nipples. Lightning zapped to my pussy as her hand stroked down my baggy clothing. Then her fingers grasped the material.

She dragged up my sweatshirt. The fabric rubbed on my nipples. Then my arms were lifting from her hips, thrusting up into the air as my breasts came into view. With my small breasts, 32A, I didn’t need to wear a bra.

“Miss Daisy!” I gasped as we broke her kiss so she could pull off my sweatshirt. My vision became dark for moment.

Then her face appeared again, my sweatshirt leaving my glasses half askew. I adjusted them as she threw my top to the ground. Her green eyes lit up as they fell on my tits. She cupped my little mounds, her finger so silky against them.

“Damn,” Justin moaned as he gazed at my breasts for the first time. “You’re so beautiful, Sam.”

“Yes, those are some cute titties,” Miss Daisy purred. “I’ve wondered what you had beneath your blouse a few times. I know I shouldn’t masturbate to my students, but I thought about you a few times, Sam.”

Justin chuckled.

So he was correct in his guess yesterday. Her attraction to me wasn’t just because of his commands. He just… loosened the societal conditioning that kept her from acting on them. As her thumbs rubbed over my puffy nipples and sent tingles through me, I was glad he had changed me.

“Thank you, Justin,” I moaned, smiling at my boyfriend. He had already taken off his shirt, his body sleek and toned. He didn’t have the brawny build of a jock, but he still was invigorating to gaze at.

Distracted, I hadn’t noticed Miss Daisy’s head moving. Not until her mouth engulfed my right nipple. Her lips sealed tight around my nub and puffy areola. She sucked, sending delight shooting straight down to my pussy.

“Miss Daisy!” I groaned. “Oh, that is such wonderful stimulation. You’re getting my pussy so wet and juicy for sex.”

“For pussy licking,” Justin said. “For fucking.”

“Yes, yes, fucking!”

I whimpered as Miss Daisy sucked harder on my nipple. Her lips had engulfed all of my puffy areola, her tongue stroking up and down my sensitive flesh. It was incredible. My hips shifted from side to side. I panted, my tongue flicking across my lips.

Justin wanted me, his eyes so hot. He kicked off his shoes, his jeans rustling as he undid his fly. His zipper rasped. I groaned as he shoved down his pants and boxers, his dick popping out. My virgin pussy clenched.

Tonight, he would be in me.

Miss Daisy’s hands slid down from my breasts, her fingertips caressing my skin. I never knew my flesh could be so sensitive. Everywhere she touched me tingled with pleasure. Tips of her fingers grazed down my stomach, reaching towards my sweatpants. I quivered, a throaty moan rising in my throat as her fingers reached the elastic waistband.

“Miss Daisy,” I moaned. “You’re making me feel so… so amazing. I like this.”

Justin just grinned at me, a knowing look in his eyes as he stroked his cock.

“You’re going to love this next part, Sam,” Miss Daisy said, her lips popping off from my nipple. Her fingers dug into the waistband of my sweatpants. As she lowered herself, her nipples grazing my stomach, she yanked my sweatpants off my hips. The material caressed my thighs as she knelt before me, her eyes staring at my plain, white panties.

I gasped as she nuzzled her face right into my crotch, inhaling. She let out a throaty groan, as if the scent of my pussy was the most intoxicating thing she’d ever inhaled. Like it was a fine perfume. It made me tremble, such joy bursting through me. Then her lips nuzzled against my panties, caressing my pussy through the dainty cotton fabric.

Fingernails grazed up my thighs as her hands climbed towards my panties. Her tongue lapped at the gusset of my underwear, pressing the cotton into my virgin flesh. She fluttered it up and down, caressing me. Delight rippled through me. I moaned and gasped as she caressed my labia, brushing my clit. I was so sensitive down there. Her every touch transmuted into rapture.

“Oh, my gosh, Miss Daisy!” I gasped, swaying. Fearing I would fall, I grabbed the only thing I could: her fiery hair. I gripped her silky strands as she licked me again. “That’s so good. You’re going to make me feel so naughty.

“Good,” Justin said as he knelt behind our professor. He drew up her skirt, staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes. “While she’s feasting on you… I’ll feast on her.”

“Mmm, show me how skilled you are at cunnilingus, Justin,” Miss Daisy moaned. “I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

Justin let out a moan as he thrust her skirt over her pantyhose-clad rump. The sheer, black fabric hugged the two curves of her butt-cheeks, molding to them. The nylon dug into her crack, emphasizing the heart-shape swell of her rump.

I gasped as Miss Daisy’s fingers hooked the waistband of my panties and yanked them down.

Her lips were nuzzling into my soaked bush, touching my virgin pussy directly. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, caressing my hymen. My toes curled in my shoes when she brushed my clit. Sparks of pleasure burst inside me.

I gripped her hair and moaned out my bliss. Her tongue stroked me over and over, licking and lapping and gathering the juices flooding out of me. Her every touch grew this pressure inside of me. This aching, swelling ball of orgasmic rapture. As it expanded, I knew it would envelop me in ecstasy.

I wanted that.

Nylon tore. The silky sound shot my gaze to Miss Daisy’s rump. A tear ripped through her pantyhose, following up her butt-crack. It exposed the pale flesh of her rump as the two halves of the nylons pulled apart. Justin had ripped it open so he could press his face into her pussy.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but she moaned into my snatch with obvious delight.

Though I couldn’t directly observe what he did, I had an educated guess. If his tongue felt anything like hers did on my cunt, then she was in heaven. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, stroking over my hymen. She whimpered and groaned with pleasure, proving that Justin was doing naughty things to her. His hand squeezed her butt-cheeks as he feasted on her.

“Justin!” moaned our professor. “Oh, that’s so different. You didn’t shave this morning, you naughty boy. Ooh, it feels nice. Your stubble is rasping on my labia.”

What would that feel like?

I shuddered, Miss Daisy now nibbling on my pussy lips. Her lips were so soft as they worked on my sensitive folds. My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Little stars burst across my vision, the sensations affecting my brain’s perception of the world.

Justin kneaded our teacher’s butt-cheeks, squeezing and clenching his fingers into them as he feasted on her pussy. He ate her like an animal, so hungry. He growled as he devoured her. I couldn’t wait for him to feast on me with passion. Miss Daisy’s was nice, but I knew Justin’s would be amazing. I groaned, my pussy clenching as Miss Daisy fluttered her tongue around my clit. Then she was sucking on it. She nibbled on my bud. Every touch of her lips and tongue swirled my orgasm. I couldn’t believe how incredible this was.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my pussy clenching. The pressure swelled to engulf my entire sex. My nethers quivered. “Miss Daisy!”

My orgasm burst inside of me. My pussy convulsed, aching for my virgin depths to be filled with something. With Justin’s cock. My juices gushed out of me. They flowed into Miss Daisy’s hungry mouth. She lapped them up, her tongue darting across my labia.

The waves of rapture washed into my mind. Darkness fuzzed at the edge of my vision as I swayed. My back arched, dizzy euphoria besetting me. It was incredible. It drove me to this wonderful height of rapture. I reached the peak of my bliss.

I hung there.

Then I stumbled back, panting. I caught myself on the desk, shaking my head, my entire body trembling. I stared at Miss Daisy’s; her lips smeared in my cream. Her green eyes were glassy with lust. Her large tits shook in her blouse as she wiggled back against Justin.

“Oh, my God, yes!”

Miss Daisy face transformed in rapture as she came. I licked my lips, suddenly so envious that my boyfriend was enjoying her pussy. I wanted to eat her. I shuddered, my pussy clenching, remembering the bliss that the professor just gave me. The way I had cried out in climactic rapture. How I’d exploded on her wonderful mouth.

“Damn, Miss Daisy,” Justin said as he lifted up his face. He, too, was drenched with pussy cream. “You drowned me when you came, Miss Daisy.”

“I always was a squirter,” she panted.

Eager to taste her, I darted around her to my boyfriend. As he stood up, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. I groaned as our lips met, his arms holding me tight. She tasted so sweet on him, the naughty flavor enhancing the thrill of kissing the boy I loved.

I trembled in awe at these feelings.

As I pressed against Justin, my lips savoring the flavor on his lips, I became so aware my naked body rubbing against him. My puffy nipples tingled against his chest, and his cock was hard against my stomach. An ache throbbed in my virgin pussy in response. I could just surrender now. I could have him take me here and now.

But… as much as I ached to lose my virginity, I wanted to lose it like a regular girl, and not in a perverted tryst set up by my boyfriend’s hypnotic, mind-control powers. Besides I wanted to taste Miss Daisy’s pussy.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “I know you are quite tumescent, Justin, but I truly desire to eat Miss Daisy’s pussy. I wish to perform cunnilingus on her.”

“That’s fine,” he said, giving me a big grin. “While you’re eating her out, she’ll give me a titty fuck.”

I shuddered, savoring the new, perverted things I learned. Titty fuck.

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

Justin Sampson

I sat naked on the floor, Miss Daisy crawling towards me. She’d stripped out of her clothing, including her ruined pantyhose, and now her heavy tits swayed freely as she came towards me. Her green eyes smoldered as she stared at me, her fiery hair falling about her youthful face. She was the youngest, hottest associate professor at my college.

“Damn, I am one lucky guy,” I groaned. This would be my second titty fuck of the day.

“Yes, you are,” Miss Daisy said. “But you’re going to have to educate me. I’ve never given one of these before.”

“It is never too late to learn something new,” Sam said. “Education can continue at all ages.”

“Indeed,” Miss Daisy purred. Then she hefted both her breasts as she settled between my thighs. “So I just wrap these about your cock?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned.

Miss Daisy grinned at me as she piled her tits around my cock. “Now I just press them together and stroke up and down your dick?” She did just that, her fat nipples rubbing against my stomach, adding another delight. “Am I doing this right?”

“Yes, just like that,” I groaned as her silky, warmth caressed the sensitive tip of my cock.

My balls tightened from the silky joy running down my shaft to my balls. Sam stretched out on her back then wiggled herself beneath Miss Daisy.

“Press them tighter together,” I groaned, “then build up your speed as you go.”

She nodded her head. Then she gasped, “Sam, yes, eat my pussy!”

“Your juices taste even better straight from the source, Miss Daisy,” Sam moaned, her lithe thighs twitching, drawing my attention.

Staring down my teacher’s supple back, I could see Sam’s lower body. Her trimmed, black bush soaked with her juices, her toes curling as she feasted. Her hands grabbed Miss Daisy’s heart-shaped rump. My girlfriend’s fingers dug into those plump cheeks while the teacher stroked her boobs up and down my dick.

It was incredible. I was so glad I could share this pleasure with Sam. Miss Daisy’s face twisted with pleasure as she enjoyed my girlfriend’s pussy licking. The teacher rubbed her tits faster and faster up and down my dick, stroking the sensitive crown. My balls grew tighter, drinking in the pleasure. I shifted, my fingers flexing on the armrest of the chair.

“Damn, that’s it, Miss Daisy,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum all over those tits.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I need you to fuck my pussy and fill my cunt with all your cum.” Her tongue flicked over her teeth as she stroked her tits faster. “After classes, your sister will get to eat out my cunt full of your cum.”

“Fuck, yes!” I growled. I was so glad to hear my commandment affecting her. She’d invite Krystal to a meeting after class. Miss Daisy’s pussy would be filled with my jizz. I knew my little sister, and she definitely had the hots for the busty teacher.

She’d get quite the surprise when she ate out Miss Daisy’s pussy.

I needed to figure out a way to watch that.

But I couldn’t think about it now. Not with Miss Daisy’s amazing tits sliding up and down my cock. She stimulated me. She stroked me. My precum leaked and bubbled at the tip of my cock. I squirmed in the chair, loving how it creaked and groaned beneath me. Miss Daisy kept panting, her face bursting with pleasure as Sam noisily ate her out.

“Yes, just like that, Sam,” Miss Daisy purred. “That’s how you eat pussy. Mmm, it’s such a delicious technique you’re using. I love having my labia nibbled on.”

“You have such thick labia,” moaned Sam. “My pussy is such a tight slit. My labia minora doesn’t even peek at all, but yours…”

“They’re like butterfly wings,” I groaned, remembering the feel of those big, hot folds rubbing on my cheeks as I devoured Miss Daisy.

“Yes,” Sam moaned. “Beautiful butterfly wings.”

I smiled, the pleasure surging through me. It was great hearing Sam express herself. She was aroused, her emotions boiling out of her. My girlfriend’s passion seemed to inspire Miss Daisy to rub her tits up and down my cock so that I could cum. The pressure of those pillowy mounds squeezing around my shaft increased. The silky glide caressing my dick’s sensitive tip was amazing.

Every stroke brought me closer and closer to erupting. I groaned, eager to splatter her face in tits in my jizz. The chair creaked as I shifted, my toes curling.

“Hurry up and cum on Sam’s mouth so I can fuck you,” I groaned, my orgasm almost upon me. “I’m about to shower you in my jizz.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Miss Daisy. “I need a pussy full of cum for your little sister to lick out! Suck on my clit, Sam? Yes!”

I heard a loud sucking, smacking sound. My dick twitched as I realized my girlfriend was nursing on the teacher’s clit. Sam’s fingers dug into Miss Daisy’s plump butt cheeks while the redhead moaned in passion.

Miss Daisy slid her tits up my cock. They brushed the sensitive tip, engulfing my crown in her silky softness. She slid back down, her hard nipples rubbing down my stomach. The stimulation rippled through me.

My balls boiled over.

“Fuck!” I grunted as my cum fired out of my dick.

Pleasure shot through me as the first blast of my jizz fired up into the air, a pearly geyser of spunk that splashed across Miss Daisy’s face. She gasped, squeezing her tits around my spurting dick as I splattered her features. My cum covered her cheeks and lips, landing in her open mouth.

She thrust out her tongue to catch more while curly drops rained onto her heavy mounds. The pleasure slammed into me over and over, rippling ecstasy through my mind. My toes curled as I groaned, my mind melting in bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled. “Take it, slut! You love my spunk!”

“I do,” groaned the formerly lesbian professor. “Ooh, it is so salty and good. I like it as much as pussy.”

As the last spurt of my spunk fired weakly from my dick and splattered across her left tit, I saw her face awash in bliss. She gasped and trembled. My jizz-splattered teacher writhed. She moaned out her rapture. Her body shook, her hands squeezing her tits tight around my cock while her orgasm burst through her.

“Yes, Sam, yes!” moaned the redheaded teacher. “Ooh, you’ve learned your cunnilingus lesson so well!”

“Damn,” I moaned. I was so eager for the next part. To fill my teacher’s cunt with my cum so my little sister could lick her clean. It was the only way to show Krystal that being with a guy might be something she’d like.

It was a long shot, but it was the only way I could sleep with my sister. I wanted her so badly.

I waited until her orgasm passed, letting Miss Daisy enjoy what my girlfriend gave her, before I grinned at her. “Ready?”

She nodded her head, her green eyes glassy. She only let out a murmuring, mewling sound.

“Yeah, you’re ready for my cock.”

We repositioned ourselves. I stretched out on my back, eager for this. I didn’t care that the floor was hard and cold. Not with my dick throbbing and begging to bury in my teacher’s hot cunt. This time, she would be aware of me plundering her twat.

To Miss Daisy, this was our first time having sex, but I had already enjoyed her pussy once today during paused time.

I licked my lips as the redheaded teacher maneuvered into position. She straddled me, pussy juices running down her cheek and neck. My cum coated her heaving mounds. Those delicious tits swayed as she grasped my cock and guided it to her fiery bush. Her butterfly-wing labia engulfed the tip. I groaned as she sank down me.

Her eyes widened as she took more and more of me.

“Oh, this is what a real cock feels like in my cunt,” she panted, her head leaning back. The movement shifted her body, changing how her pussy caressed my dick.

“What does it feel like?” Sam asked, pushing up her glasses as her petite body trembled.

“It’s so fulfilling,” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on me. When she slid up me, clutching at my cock. I groaned, my toes curling, my fingers flexing. The pleasure was so incredible. Her cum-splattered tits heaved before her.

Sam let out a hungry moan, then she fell to her knees beside us. She nuzzled her face into Miss Daisy’s heavy mounds. I groaned at the sight of my girlfriend licking my cum off our teacher’s tits.

That made Miss Daisy’s cunt feel even sweeter as she slid up and down my dick. Sam was enjoying my spunk, lapping up all the pearly rivulet she could reach. She shuddered beside me, her cute rump next to my arm.

I stroked her hand down her back, tracing her spine towards that ass. She whimpered, her black braid swaying off her shoulder. I reached the swell of her ass. I dipped into her crack as I squeezed her firm tush. I groaned, enjoying my dick inside Miss Daisy’s cunt.

“Sit on his face, Sam!” panted the teacher. “He’s really good at pussy licking, too. You should feel what it’s like when a man does it.”

Sam shuddered as I fondled her ass. I wasn’t sure if she would sit on my face. She wanted to wait for our date. I was fine either way. I had Miss Daisy’s fine snatch working up and down my dick, massaging me, making my balls ached.

With a groan, her mouth now latched onto the teacher’s nipple, Sam moved. She threw her limber thigh over my head. In moments, I was staring up at her black-furred muff. Her pink folds peeked through the tangle of silky hairs as she lowered her twat down to my mouth. A tangy scent filled my nose moments before she pressed her cunt against my lips.

I licked my girlfriend’s snatch.

“Justin!” she mewled, her hips shifting, rubbing her silky pubic hair on my lips and cheeks while her tangy juices filled my mouth.

“Damn, you have a great tasting pussy, Sam!”

“Oh, yes, she does,” moaned the teacher, her cunt squeezing down around my dick.

My tongue lapped from Sam’s little clit, up through her folds, and across her hymen. She moaned as she squirmed on me, grinding her snatch on my mouth while my dick ached in our teacher’s pussy. Miss Daisy worked that cunt up and down my cock faster and faster, her juicy flesh squeezing as she rose up my shaft. Then she slammed down, engulfing my dick in her silky grip.

She rode me.

It was heaven. I drank Sam’s tangy juices flowing out of her virgin cunt while Miss Daisy worked that tight, dyke pussy up and down my shaft. She fucked me with such aggression, moaning while Sam nursed at her tit.

“Sam, damn, I love eating your pussy,” I groaned as she ground atop me.

She made a whimpering sound as she sucked on our teacher’s nipple.

“She loves it, Justin,” groaned Miss Daisy. “She’s loving my nipple. Your pussy licking is inspiring her. Ooh, she’s squeezing my tits. It’s so good, Sam!”

I groaned, the ache swelling at the tip of my dick. “Ride me harder. Faster. I want to fill your cunt with my cum.”

“Then your sister gets to lick me clean!” Miss Daisy squealed. Her snatch squeezed tight about my dick as she slid up my shaft before slamming back down me. Her snatch swelled the pressure in my balls. “Your little sister is going to lick all your jizz out of me, Justin!”

I groaned as I caressed my tongue across Sam’s hymen. I couldn’t wait to enjoy that delight. I thrust up as Miss Daisy came down, pleasure ripping around my shaft. My fingers gripped Sam’s thighs, squeezing them as I nuzzled my mouth to her clit. I latched onto it.

She squealed as I sucked on her nub. I nursed on it, giving her all the pleasure I could. I wanted my girlfriend to drown me in her tangy cream. She tasted amazing. I fluttered my tongue against her bud as my dick came closer and closer to erupting.

Miss Daisy rode me faster. She worked up and down my shaft, her hips dancing, swirling her silky sheath around my cock. She squeezed and relax, stimulating my shaft. I couldn’t hold out much longer. My toes curled as I fought against erupting.

I wanted Sam to explode first.

“Justin!” moaned my girlfriend. “Oh, yes, Justin! You’re driving me wild!”

“Are you going to cum on his face?” Miss Daisy hissed. “Are you going to drown your boyfriend in your yummy cream?”

“Yes!” moaned Sam. “Miss Daisy, he is driving me wild. He’s licking… Oh, yes, he’s licking my clitoris!”

I fluttered my tongue against her clit as she squirmed. Her thighs flexed beneath my grip as she ground that hot, virgin twat on my mouth. Her silky pubic hairs tickled me. I stared at her tight rump, her butt-cheeks squeezing right before my eyes.

Her back arched. Tangy juices squirted into my mouth and spilled over my lips and chin. Her passion ran down my cheeks as she exploded in rapture. Wordless ecstasy burst out of her, the ecstasy that I gave her.

Miss Daisy slid down my dick. Her tight, hot cunt engulfed my cock. That ache peaked at the tip of my shaft. My balls tightened. I groaned into my girlfriend’s cumming pussy as rapture shot through my body.

I spurted hot cum into Miss Daisy’s boiling cunt. Stars burst across my vision as the ecstasy tensed every muscle in my body. I growled into Sam’s snatch as I spurted jizz from my dick. My pearly cream flooded into the professor’s pussy.

“Justin!” moaned Miss Daisy. “Yes, yes, yes! Fill my cunt! Give me all the yummy cum for your little sister to enjoy!”

“Indeed, Justin, flood our professor with all that yummy jizz!”

“I am!” I growled and then lashed my tongue across my girlfriend’s virgin pussy.

As my teacher’s snatch writhed about my cock, joining us in rapture, I licked up the cream from my girlfriend’s twat. I savored it as Miss Daisy’s pussy milked out the last drops of cum for my balls. My bliss peaked and then died into buzzing euphoria. I shifted on the floor, feeling like a billion bucks.

“Damn,” I panted. “Best study session ever!”

Sam purred her agreement.

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Krystal Sampson

I had a suspicion where I could find my brother. I bet he was fucking Miss Daisy. She mentioned something about a lunch meeting with him and Sam. How else could he fill her pussy up with his cum for my afternoon study session? Ji-Yun hurried at my side, holding my hand as we left the cafeteria behind.

The hallways grew quieter as we hurried away from the cafeteria. Our footsteps echoed. I felt so naughty. I was on a wicked mission to find my brother and have incestuous sex with him. Ahead, a door opened.

Stepping out of the girls’ restroom was Melissa, her phone in hand. The Black girl looked up and saw me. She blinked and then a strange smile crossed her lips. She grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it up and over to expose her breasts clad in a leopard-print bra. Then she pulled down the cups, flashing her ebony tits and dark-brown nipples at me.

“Do you think I have sexy tits, Krystal?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, utterly bemused. “They’re… uh… great.”

“Excellent,” she said and pulled her bra back up to cover her tits. She shoved down her top and continued on like nothing happened. My brow furrowed. I glanced at Ji-Yun.

“That was sooooooo weird,” she said in this too innocent voice. It was almost like she expected that to happen.

I gave her a strange look and was about to ask her if Justin gave her other commands, like that he planned on ordering girls of our college to flash me, when a new figure threw open the school’s main doors and strode in. She gasped when she saw me.

“You’re Justin’s little sister!” a frantic-looking Paris moaned as she rushed to me, her heels clicking. Her face was flushed, her rose-hued, designer dress disarrayed. Her wavy-brown hair bounced about her shoulders. “Do you know where he is? I need to find Justin right away! I can’t take it any longer!”

“Why do you have to find my brother?” I asked Paris.

“Do you know where he is, or don’t you?” she snapped.

God, what a bitch. “Not if you’re going to talk to me like that, I don’t.”

“Sorry,” she moaned. “I just can’t cum unless I…” She drew in a shuddering breath. “Unless I become his sex slave!” Her outburst echoed through the empty hallway.

“Oh, I see,” I said. “Justin must’ve given you a command.”

Paris blinked at me. “I don’t care what he did to me. I just have to serve him!”

“Well, you’re in luck because me and Ji-Yun are heading to see my brother. I need him to fuck me, too. I’m suddenly really into my brother and…” My jaw dropped as it clicked in my mind. My head shot over to look at Ji-Yun.

She had such an impish grin on her face. My Korean lover arched an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me that you somehow stopped time, without me getting frozen with you, and then you turned me straight.”

“Technically, you’re bi,” Ji-Yun said. “It’s only fair, after all. You turned me gay.”

“Bi,” I muttered.

“So you can’t be mad,” she said, squeezing my hand, “because I wasn’t mad when you did it to me.”

My jaw worked and… I wasn’t mad. It didn’t bother me at all that I liked guys now. It just felt… right that I liked both now. I wanted to be with Justin. I mean, I kinda did enjoy eating his cum out of our mother’s snatch. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess we both brainwashed each other. But… why didn’t I freeze with you? Your power affected me!”

“I don’t fucking care about any of this!” Paris screeched, her face twisted with need. “I just need to be Justin’s like right the fuck now so I can cum!”

“Fine, fine. He’s in Miss Daisy’s classroom.”

Paris took off running. She was fast considering she was wearing high heels.

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

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

“I did not intend for things to escalate so far between us,” I said as I shuddered, staring at Justin’s face coated in my pussy cream.

“Sorry,” Justin said, rubbing his hand along the back of his head.

“I thought that was a lot of fun,” Miss Daisy said, her hand pressed over her pussy to hold in Justin’s cum. “I wish I knew what happened to my panties. I could’ve sworn I wore them today. And now you’ve torn my pantyhose, Justin.”

“You can wear my panties, Miss Daisy,” I said. “I don’t mind going commando.”

Justin stared at me. “You’re not disappointed that we got to… I don’t know… what? Third base? Is that what you call it when you go down on a girl?”

“I have never gotten straight how that baseball metaphor applies to the stages of copulation,” I answered. “But no, Justin, I am not mad that we engaged in such behavior before our date. My virginity remains intact. Tonight, that will—”

The door burst open. My head whipped around, my black braid swinging behind me. A wave of fear slammed into me, locking me in the place at the sight of the two sewage workers who had been ghosting around our school today. One, a pudgy guy with lank, brown hair, pointed at Justin and bellowed, “That’s him, sir!”

Behind the two “sewage workers” was a man in a dark suit and slicked-back hair, looking like a government agent. “Justin Sampson!” the man boomed. “You’re under arrest for violation of the National Security Act!”

To be continued…

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Brooke leads Shelly and Jessica to a place even the Pillars don’t know about.

The twins split up to conduct their separate investigations. Brooke leads Shelly to a new place that even the Pillars don’t know about, while Jessica opens up about her past.

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Chapter 06
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Internal Revelations

Shelly looked down at Gloria, trying to reconcile her thoughts. Gloria had been the last one to leave Varun’s demesne. She was an ancient goddess, and despite her claims to the contrary, Shelly suspected that she was one of the Firsts. She knew too much to believe otherwise.

But Gloria had saved them from Poseidon. When talking about it on the way to see their dad, she made it sound like the deaths of the Firsts would have tragic consequences. Why would she take out Varun, knowing what the consequences could be? Why wasn’t she defending herself?

“I told you, you can’t trust a succubus,” Jessica sneered.

Shelly looked at her girlfriend and shook her head. She’d hoped that Jessica had worked past her issues with the succubae, or at least with this one. They never would have made it away from Poseidon with Brooke without Gloria saving them.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Eldon said next to her. He would be taking this the hardest. Shelly wondered what his thoughts were, but knew better than to ask.

She stepped over to her brother, wanting to comfort him, but he pushed her away. She was thankful that the soreness between her legs was gone. She didn’t want to think about the healing she’d gone through a few minutes ago. Not that it had been unpleasant—Jessica was quite talented with her mouth—but that she’d done it next to her brother was embarrassing. That her father was in the car at the same time was mortifying!

She couldn’t remember last night, at least, not after going through the portal back to Earth, but she was fairly certain she hadn’t slept with anyone. Perhaps she’d been hurt while still a sword in her brother’s hands. That was the only thing that made sense. Her legs had formed the blade. Perhaps as Sheldon fought with her, she’d been chipped, and that translated into the pain between her thighs.

“No, I won’t believe it,” Eldon snapped as he moved to Gloria’s side. Gloria appeared shocked at first, then grateful for his support.

Shelly felt bad for him, but didn’t know what to say. She suspected he was falling for the succubus, and didn’t know how she felt about that. Sure, she’d set them up, but it was just supposed to help him get over Jessica. Then she’d gone and fooled around with the woman, messing things up in her own mind. What a mess she’d made of things.

“What’s going on?” Lyden asked from his seat in the car. “And what’s your problem with the succubae?”

Shelly opened her mouth to answer, but couldn’t find any words. Jessica didn’t suffer the same problem.

“The succubae are duplicitous creatures. They’ll tell you whatever it takes to get you in bed, then abandon you. They don’t even take proper care of their children, leaving them for others to raise.” There was undisguised hatred in Jessica’s voice. “And this one hasn’t been honest with any of us. She was the last one to leave Varun’s demesne. She must have been the one to murder the Pillar of Water.”

“I haven’t been honest?” Gloria asked. Her eyes were red from crying, but she stood and glared at Jessica. “Last night is a bit fuzzy, but I have a feeling you know what really happened. Why don’t you tell them what you are?”

Eldon stood next to her, glaring just as hard as the succubus. Gloria put her arm around him, but neither one said anything else, waiting for Jessica to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jessica stepped forward and pointed at Gloria’s chest. “What I do know is that you’re a succubus. You’re a demonic creature that only cares about what or who you can get between your legs. Hell, you were bragging about fucking a Cyclops. Who does that?”

“I won’t tolerate such language around me, young lady,” Lyden broke in, and Jessica blanched at his tone. “I’m not just talking about the swearing, but one of my wives is a succubus. I won’t have you badmouthing them. That would be like saying that werewolves were nothing more than monstrous beasts, but one of them fought to keep us safe today. Or how about that humans are nothing but bigoted creatures, because they can’t handle not being superior to everything around them? You can’t judge an entire race by the actions of a few.”

Jessica’s face went white as Lyden spoke. She swallowed several times before looking around the room for help. Shelly felt bad for her, but she didn’t agree with what the woman was saying. Jessica looked to Eldon and Gloria and she seemed to find her backbone.

“Then where was she last night after she forced us to leave? If Gloria was strong enough to win past Poseidon on her own, why did she make us leave? I’ll bet it was because she’s in league with Poseidon and didn’t want us to know. He told us he was next in line to be the Pillar of Water.”

“Next in line?” Becky asked. “What do you mean?”

“There wasn’t time to talk about it,” Brooke spoke up looking at Lyden, “but you wounded Varun when you froze him. We always thought that he kept the water cold so that no one else could do to him what you did, but that wasn’t the case. He was too weak to manage his realm. Poseidon told us that Varun named him as his successor.” She turned to face Jessica. “Poseidon was completely loyal. He would never turn on Varun.”

Coming from Brooke, Jessica couldn’t argue. Who would know better than the mermaid that’d been their captive how loyal Poseidon was?

“I made you leave because I couldn’t unleash my full strength with you there,” Gloria spat. “If you don’t believe me, go back to the tower Brooke was kept in. Oh, wait. You can’t, because it’s no longer there. Poseidon tried to bind me with water, and when I broke free, it decimated the tower.”

“And killed Varun?” Jessica prodded.

“Didn’t she say he was torn to pieces?” Gloria pointed to the front of the car. “Varun was too powerful, even weakened as he was, to be killed by falling debris. It didn’t even wound Poseidon.”

“What happened to Poseidon?” Becky asked. Shelly could tell she was genuinely curious, and not asking out of spite.

Gloria smiled, though it looked almost predatory. “I convinced him to stick his trident somewhere else when reinforcements arrived for him. If mermen sat, they won’t be sitting for a few days after the old sea god gets tired of them. Being goddess of sex has its benefits.”

Shelly shuddered as she remembered being under Gloria’s control. She wasn’t too fond of mermen, but she almost felt sorry for what they must have endured at the end of Poseidon’s ‘trident.’ From the way Gloria grinned, she suspected the succubus didn’t mean his weapon, but something else instead.

“Could the Pillar of Water’s death have anything to do with the attack on us today?” President Louise asked. “I didn’t recognize most of the monsters that attacked us.”

“They weren’t monsters,” Eldon told her. “They were humans pretending to be magical creatures.”

“I’m sorry for calling them monsters,” the President apologized. “I didn’t mean it that way. But if they weren’t from the Shadow World, why did they attack us?”

“Michael Mulhan was behind it,” Shlee stated, joining the conversation. “I recognized his voice before the explosion. If I had to guess, he wanted it to look like creatures from our world did it, to turn the United States against us. It’s why we need to get you in front of a camera as soon as possible. We need to give the public a statement.” Shelly noticed her pull out her phone and make a call.

“So, they’re not related?” Martha asked.

“I have no doubt that the Paladonic Knights would love to kill off the Pillars, but I can’t see them actually taking one out,” Shelly offered. “They’re not as strong as they once were now that they’re operating out in the public instead of the shadows. It’s harder to bribe judges and the police when you actually exist. Too easy to find a paper trail.”

“Don’t they know what killing the Pillars would do?” Martha asked. Shelly thought she understood what the president was asking, but none of them knew exactly what would happen if the Pillars fell. “I mean, if they die, won’t that cause the Outsiders to return and destroy us?”

“The Knights are blind in their hatred,” Becky supplied. “All they care about is the death of all magic. They barely get along with the Daughters of Respite. I think that truce wouldn’t last past the end of the Pillars.”

Martha shook her head. “I know people can be blind when they believe something too strongly. They come up with excuses to deny facts and create their own reality… But this?”

“We don’t really know what will happen if the Pillars fall,” Gloria piped in. “I don’t even think the Pillars know. The instability could create a hole in the fabric of reality, allowing more Outsiders in, or it may just bring the two worlds together into one, or something else entirely.”

“I knew my last opponent in the elections was in the Knight’s pocket book,” Martha said with a shake of her head. “He preached too much hate, and I think that allowed me to win. Despite what some nations think of my great country, we’re not all violent and hateful.”

“So, that begs the question: what do we do now?” Becky asked. “I could talk to Gaia and see if she knows anything.”

Shlee hung up her cell and faced the President. “Ma’am, with your permission, I’d like to get you in front of a camera, making a statement. The sooner we get on top of this, the better.”

“And your career will be made,” President Louise grinned. “I assume you already have it set up with your cameraman?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Frank will meet us. We can go live whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m worried about your safety, Madame President,” Lyden spoke up. “If the P.K.’s attack again, we might not get as lucky as last time.”

“I can handle that,” Gloria spoke up. “With your permission, Madame President, I’ll impersonate you. All you need to do is think what you want said, and I’ll say them. If we’re attacked, you can remain safe in here.”

Martha Louise mulled that over for a minute before nodding. “I don’t like hiding behind others, but you make a good point. If you’re really strong enough to stop Poseidon, then the Paladonic Knights shouldn’t be a problem.” She shook her head a second later and added, “But please don’t turn this report into an orgy. I’m not that high in the polls.”

Lyden looked at his children and the other women in the car. He focused on Jessica, and then Gloria before facing Martha. “If you’ll permit it, Ma’am, I would have my son and Gloria guard you.” Martha nodded and Shelly’s dad looked at Shelly and Jessica. “I want you two to accompany Brooke and Bridgette. Find out what you can about Varun’s death. If we have another Outsider here, I want to know about it immediately. Becky and I will talk to Gaia and see what she knows.”

It had been years since Shelly saw her father in this mode. He was a leader and knew how to take charge of a situation. She could see the brilliance behind his plan as well, as it split Jessica and Gloria apart, while playing to their strengths. Eldon could take the form of a Secret Service agent with a little bit of help, allowing them to blend in. Brooke and Bridgette could search underwater for clues, while Jessica and Shelly could try to talk to Marchosias again. She didn’t look forward to dealing with the demon, but at least he was easy on the eyes.

“The sooner I’m out of here, the better,” Jessica said as the two of them walked to the back of the car. Becky was by the fountain with Bridgette—no, she had changed to Brock. When had he done that again? Becky was casting a spell on him, and as she watched, water from the fountain burbled up and surrounded his lower body. Now he could leave the fountain, though Shelly didn’t know how he would move about. His fishtail wasn’t designed for walking. This didn’t make much sense to Shelly, but knew that Becky wasn’t a frivolous person.

They stopped and dropped Eldon, Gloria, and Martha off, before heading to their next destination.

“I was going to save this until your birthday,” Lyden said to Brock as he stepped back into the car after being gone for a couple minutes, “but it looks like you’ll need it sooner, rather than later.”

Shelly’s jaw dropped as she watched a mechanical set of legs follow after her father. He guided the legs over to where Brock rested in the fountain. Even with the water surrounding him, he’d preferred to stay in the fountain, rather than get anything else wet.

It took some effort for all of them to move Brock into the contraption, and Shelly saw that there was a hole with a harness set for him to put his tail in.

“Awesome! How does it work, Dad?” Brock asked as he got settled in.

“It has three modes: manual, follow, and of course, off.” As Lyden spoke, he pointed to where the control switch was. Shelly could see that it was set to off. “If you just want to follow someone, have them stand in front of you, switch this to follow, and when they start walking the legs will stay behind them by about four to five feet.” Lyden demonstrated as he spoke, and Brock moved around the inside of the Orange Bubble, staying right behind his father. “Off is self-explanatory.”

“I don’t see any controls for manual,” Brock stated, looking around the contraption that encircled his waist. The bubble of water that surrounded him overlapped portions of the machine, but apparently it was waterproof.

“Your fins control it,” Lyden told him. He moved the switch to manual and stepped back. “Imagine your tail fins are feet and try to walk with them.”

Brock lurched forward as the mechanical legs moved. Brock gripped the ring around his waist to steady himself as his tail swung around in the harness. Shelly stifled a laugh as she realized his tail looked like a giant dick, swinging between his metal legs. Jessica must have seen it too, because Shelly noticed her covering her mouth and hiding a smile.

Shelly was conflicted concerning the woman. While she didn’t entirely trust Gloria either, she felt that Jessica’s attitude crossed the line. Shelly knew a number of succubae, and even a couple incubae, and most of them were good people. Angela, as the defacto-ruler of the succubae while also being the Pillar of Fire, led with a compassionate heart. She tried to make sure that none of her subjects took an innocent life.

Even so, there were always a few bad eggs. Every now and then a succubus or incubus went bad, and Angela was forced to send a kobold after them. Had Jessica come into contact with one of them?

She glanced at the woman again and noticed that her hands were clenched beneath folded arms. She was about to go to her and ask what was going on, but the car stopped. Lyden and Becky got out, heading for the portal closest to Gaia’s realm.

Shelly didn’t know where they were, and it didn’t really matter. They didn’t need to drive. The car knew where they needed to go and would get them there safely.

After hugging her father goodbye, Shelly pulled Jessica to the back of the car to talk to her. The area still reeked of sex, but she tried her best to forget about that.

“What’s going on?” Shelly demanded. One way or another, she was going to get some answers. If Jessica refused to tell her anything, then she would refuse to work along with her. Jessica was a skilled fighter, and they would need her skills for this mission, but if Shelly couldn’t rely on her—

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Jessica interrupted Shelly’s thoughts. “It’s just… You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“Then tell me,” Shelly replied, taking the other woman’s hand. “I can’t understand, unless you open up.”

“I know. I’ve been on my own for so long, and meeting your brother, and then you… And then finding out who your father is! I’m so confused.”

Shelly didn’t have a clue what her father had to do with anything, but kept her mouth shut. She knew Jessica was nervous around Lyden Snow. Many people were intimidated by the hero of the Chaos War and the only sanctioned ambassador between the two worlds.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica apologized again. “Can we just forget about it and move on?”

“No,” Shelly said, though she hated herself for it. She really liked this woman, but she didn’t like the way she behaved earlier and needed to understand. If she couldn’t understand Jessica’s racist behavior, then she wouldn’t associate with the woman.

Jessica dropped her head to look at her hands. Shelly waited, trying to be patient, but her mind continued to travel over the events earlier. Jessica had been cruel to Gloria. No one could say that the two got along perfectly, but there was no call for that kind of behavior.

Jessica sighed and looked up to meet Shelly’s eyes. There were bags under her red-rimmed eyes, telling Shelly that she was fighting back strong emotions. She wanted to pull Jessica into a hug and just ignore the whole thing, but she couldn’t. It hurt her to be this stubborn, but their lives may depend on knowing what was going on.

“My… My mom was a succubus,” Jessica said with a thick voice, full of anger. “I—She was… ugh, I’ve never told anyone this.”

“If your mom was a succubus…” Shelly started to ask. She wanted to be delicate, but wouldn’t that make her a succubus as well?

“My dad wasn’t,” Jessica said in a firm tone. “I’m—I’m a crossbreed. Now do you see why I didn’t want to talk about this?”

Shelly understood immediately. Crossbreeds were illegal and could be very dangerous. When two of the same species mated, there was no problem. The child would be the same as the parent. When different species mated, and there was offspring, there was no telling what the result would be. More often than not, the child could be extremely dangerous.

All of Lyden Snow’s children were crossbreeds. Shelly remembered being watched very closely growing up for any signs that she might be dangerous. The only reason she hadn’t been killed outright was because of who her father was. Gaia had interceded when Sheldon and she were still in the womb, guiding their genetics to help them. As far as she knew, only two of Lyden’s children were deemed dangerous. It was the reason Becky never had more kids of her own. Those two children were something her father and Becky never spoke about.

“That explains some of your abilities,” Shelly said with as much caution as she could put into her voice. “But it doesn’t explain why—“

“Because my mother all but abandoned me,” Jessica snapped. Brooke and Brock were at the front of the car. They both looked back at them, then quickly away. They didn’t have privacy, but the other two were trying to give them some space. “I had to grow up all alone. I never met my father. As far as I know, he doesn’t even know I exist.” Tears blossomed in Jessica’s blue eyes. She gripped Shelly’s hands in her own and looked deep into her eyes.

“My mother wasn’t cruel in the sense that she beat me, but I was an embarrassment to her,” Jessica continued. “She kept me locked away and I never had any visitors. Oh, she made sure I was educated, and fed. She hardly cared whether I was clothed or not, being a succubus. She told me stories of what would happen to me if anyone ever found out what I was. She used scare tactics to control me. She claimed that the world hated me, and that I was kept away for my own protection.”

She took a shuddering breath before continuing. “One day I got out. I was only about ten. I ran into a little goblin girl and we played in the rocks. She was my first friend. That is, until my mom found us. I don’t know what ever happened to that girl, but after that, I was locked away. I only ever saw the sunlight through my window, which was barred closed.

“The next time I got out, I ran. I wasn’t going to risk getting caught again. I wasn’t a danger to anyone, and that goblin girl showed me that people in the outside world could be friendly. I will never go back. I ran to Earth, and spent some time there, but some humans found me hiding in an abandoned warehouse. They thought I was weak and tried to rob me. Of course I defended myself. Mom made sure I knew how to fight. There were… other… issues that arose, and I came back to the Shadow World. I was left in peace, as long as I didn’t bother anyone else.”

“Sounds lonely,” Shelly said as she reached over to grip Jessica’s hand. She felt Jessica stiffen for a moment, then accepted the touch.

“It was,” she responded after a few seconds. “I wasn’t completely alone. The goblin girl showed me that not everyone was bad, but the humans made me wary. I’d make a friend for a night, or a week, but never longer. I never let anyone get too close. My mom’s words still make me worry, but I know I’ll be safe with you. You’re just like me. You’re proof that I’m not evil.”

It almost sounded like Jessica was trying to convince herself. Looking into her blue eyes, Shelly saw pain and anguish. She couldn’t imagine how it would be to grow up like that. To be told you were evil, or that you would be killed if anyone knew what you were. Eldon and she had seen a bit of mistrust from others because they were crossbreeds, but they had Gaia’s blessing. It was part of why they fought so hard to keep people safe. They wanted to prove that they weren’t evil. The fact that their father was a well known hero only made them fight harder. Shelly knew her brother struggled being in their dad’s shadow.

“When I saw your brother fighting those ogres, I saw an opportunity to prove myself again. He looked good in that form. I thought maybe he could keep me warm for a bit, if I helped save him. I didn’t know who he was at the time.” She shook her head, but Shelly felt the grip on her hand tighten. “I didn’t think I would get caught up in all of this. Your father, your siblings, and now the Pillar of Water is dead….”

Shelly’s heart broke. She saw in this other woman something that she might have been, if her father hadn’t been the legendary Lyden Snow, and if her mother hadn’t loved them as much as she had. She opened her mouth to say something, anything to comfort her girlfriend, but Brooke spoke up first.

“I’m truly sorry for what you went through.” Brooke stood and walked back to where the women were sitting on the bed. The redhead looked down at them with sorrow in her eyes. “I once hated the succubae as well. I was taught that they were evil soul sucking creatures. When I found one hanging around the man I cared for, I planned on killing her. Lyden stopped me, and I’m glad he did. We became good friends after that, each of us saving the other’s life multiple times. She turned out to be a good woman, and worthy of love and respect. I have met a few that only cared about what souls they could take while pleasing someone, but I have known many more that were like my friend.”

“I think Gloria is one of the good ones,” Shelly offered. For a moment, she thought Jessica was going to pull her hand away, but she ended up slumping her shoulders and looking at her lap.

“You’re right,” her voice was soft, but Shelly heard it in the silence. “I treated her poorly, and she’s done nothing to deserve it. I guess…. No, nevermind.”

“Please,” Shelly pleaded, squeezing the woman’s hand. She knew Jessica needed to get everything out in the open if she was going to work through her issues. “We’re your friends. I—I hope that I’m more than that by now. You can tell us.” Shelly’s heart hammered in her chest, thundering in her ears as she made that confession. She really liked Jessica. She wouldn’t call it love by any stretch of the imagination, but it was more than simple friendship.

“You are!” Jessica looked up and met Shelly’s eyes. She clasped Shelly’s hand in both of hers and held it between them. Jessica’s eyes shown with unshed tears. Her grip would have been painful, if Shelly didn’t find it so welcome. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Shelly’s heart dropped. She didn’t know what was behind the hesitation, but was afraid of it.

“If it’s the truth…” she trailed off, trying to sound encouraging.

Jessica looked at Brooke and she got the message. “I’ll go back up front. Sorry to get in the middle of you two.” She squeezed Shelly’s shoulder in comfort before walking away. Brooke was always compassionate to her husband’s children, but right then she felt awkward receiving that compassion from one of her father’s wives, while dealing with her own matters of the heart.

“I like you,” Jessica started in a way that sounded like there was a ‘but’ coming. Shelly let Jessica take a few breaths, waiting the other woman out. “But, I think I still like your brother, also. I hate that that succubus has her fingers in him. I shouldn’t have treated Gloria like I did. I’m… I’m so confused.”

Shelly sat there for a few moments, trying to absorb that. Jessica still liked Eldon? But she’d rejected him. She’d broken his heart. Shelly loved her brother—in the familial sense only—but she felt jealousy at Jessica’s admission. She couldn’t pin it down. Eldon had moved on. Didn’t Shelly deserve to be happy with someone?

“Say something,” Jessica pleaded. The tears flowed from her beautiful blue eyes now. Shelly looked into them, and knew what her answer was.

It took her a moment to speak past the emotion trying to close off her throat. “I’ll let you have him. I don’t want to stand in your way. I know he still likes you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. I—” She had to stop to keep her voice from shaking. Jessica squeezed her hand, and she knew the other woman was about to speak so she hurried on. “I won’t stand in your way when we get back, but I won’t try to break them up, either. He likes Gloria too, and I think she is a good woman, no matter what you think of the succubae.” She had to look away, lest she reveal her emotions.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated the succ—er… Gloria. I was rude, and I can see where she didn’t deserve the way I treated her. The next time I see her, I’ll apologize.” She moved one of her hands and Shelly felt one finger turn her face back. The finger lingered on her chin for a moment before moving to cup her cheek. “Just because I like your brother, doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I meant what I said. I like you… A lot. I—It’s screwed up, I know.”

“Wow, that’s…” Shelly didn’t know how to complete that sentence.

“I’m sorry! Forget I said anything,” Jessica moaned. “I’m sick, and screwed up. I—”

“Would you knock that off,” Shelly snapped, getting exasperated with the woman’s behavior. Her emotions were in flux, and right then she wasn’t sure she could tell up from down without laughing and crying at the same time. Jessica liked her, but liked her brother also. Shelly loved her brother and wanted him to be happy, but she had a right to be happy also, didn’t she?

She didn’t know what made her do it. Maybe it was the fear mixed with hope she saw in Jessica’s eyes, or her own uncertainty roiling in her stomach, but she took her free hand and grabbed the back of Jessica’s dark hair. She pulled the other woman into a kiss, pressing her lips to Jessica’s soft mouth.

Jessica didn’t react at first, unless you count stiffening. Shelly held it for a moment longer before realizing what she’d done. She let go and backed away, tears already forming in her eyes. Before she moved a couple inches, Jessica released her hand and pulled her face back into the kiss. Jessica’s hands kept an iron grip on her cheeks as her tongue slipped between Shelly’s lips.

Despite her rollercoaster emotions, Shelly was quick to respond, meeting the invading tongue with her own. Her arms wrapped around the tanned woman as they fell sideways onto the bed. They rolled to the side, until Jessica ended up on top, gripping Shelly’s wrists and holding them over her head in a vice-like grip. Shelly moaned as she felt the other woman take control and kiss her with renewed passion.

“Ahem,” Brooke’s voice interrupted them.

Shelly came back to reality with a shock, as she remembered her stepmom and half-sibling in the car with them.

“Sorry,” Jessica mumbled, her cheeks burning as red as Shelly’s felt.

“I’m glad you two made up, but I thought you should know we’re almost there,” Brooke stated.

Shelly noticed a slight smirk on the mermaid’s face and her cheeks burned hotter. She sat up, straightening out her clothes and avoided looking at her accomplice.

“Relax, you two. I remember what it’s like to be young. At least I stopped you before anything embarrassing could happen.” She winked at them. Shelly wanted to crawl into the deepest, darkest hole and never come back out.

“Mom, leave them alone,” Brock came to their rescue, but Shelly only felt worse.

Brooke chuckled as she went to one wall of the car, then grew serious. She opened a hidden compartment that Shelly had no clue ever existed. The mermaid hesitated, then reached in and pulled out two long, thin blades. She pulled each one out of its sheath about an inch, then slammed them back in.

Shelly caught a glimpse of blue. She knew what those blades were. They were the blades of a mermaid assassin. Magical, they could cut through almost anything. She wished she would have had one when she saved Jessica from the Myrmidon. The watery blades were instant death to those fire-based creatures. They had one major drawback, however. Their wielder felt their victim’s death. It was supposed to harden an assassin’s willpower. If half the stories Shelly had heard about her stepmom were true, Brooke’s willpower had to be granite.

“I hoped never to wield these again,” Brooke whispered just loud enough for Shelly to hear.

She realized the opportunity she had before her. These weapons were rare. They were only given out when an assassin earned them, and usually recovered on their death. If she could touch one for just a moment, she could become one of those weapons. She didn’t know what that would do to her when she was used to kill, but the opportunity to replicate a magical weapon was too great to pass up.

“Can I see one of those?” she asked as she got to her feet.

Brooke tucked the weapons close to her chest and backed away. “I can’t let you do that,” Brooke pulled further away until Shelly retracted her hand. She understood that Brooke knew enough about the blades, and knew what Shelly was capable of, that if she didn’t want her touching it, it was likely for the best. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed at the lost opportunity.

They felt the car stop, and Shelly glanced outside. The sun was setting, but they were nowhere near the Bermuda Triangle, much less underwater. She couldn’t make out much through the distortion between the inside and outside of the Orange Bubble, other than they weren’t in any city.

“We’re not going straight to Varun’s demesne?” she asked, confused. She thought they were going to investigate the Pillar of Water’s murder.

“We can’t,” Brooke stated. “Though, I suppose we should start thinking of it as Poseidon’s demesne if he really took over. We’re too well known there. After the events yesterday, we’ll have to take another route in. That means a different portal.”

“But where?” Jessica asked with a note of nervousness in her voice. “If we have to travel underwater, I won’t make it.”

Brooke regarded them for a couple moments. Shelly didn’t like the frown that crossed her stepmom’s face. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to blindfold the two of you.”

“What?” Jessica spluttered and moved further up the bed, away from the mermaid. “Why? What about your…” she trailed off as she glanced at Brock before adding, “son?”

Shelly didn’t like the idea of being blindfolded either, but she trusted Brooke.

“Brock knows where we’re going already. He helped me build the place. Unfortunately, the place is kept top secret. The only people that know where it is: those that live there and those that helped create it. The fact that I have to take you there will cause more than enough problems.”

“Why does it have to remain a secret?” Shelly asked. She might not be the most privy to all that happened in the Shadow World, but she thought she was trusted enough to know some things. That there were secrets this big she wasn’t trusted with bothered her. Was it that she wasn’t trusted, that this secret was just that big, or something she didn’t understand?

She decided to trust in her stepmom. She went to Eldon’s dresser and grabbed a couple of his shirts. Her shirts would be too small to make a good blindfold.

“Trust me,” Shelly told her girlfriend. “I would trust Brooke with my life, and you can too.” She waited for Jessica to nod before tying the shirt around her head. She made sure her black hair wasn’t in the knot. To make sure it was secured, she held her breath and put her face in front of Jessica’s. When she didn’t react, she pressed her lips firmly against the other woman, and smiled at the way she jumped slightly.

Brooke tied Shelly’s blindfold on, leaving her in darkness. She waited for the mermaid to guide her, and jumped when she spoke in Shelly’s ear. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t use the same trick to make sure you can’t see.”

Shelly’s cheeks burned as she heard the smile in the woman’s voice. A moment later she felt a hand slip into hers and squeezed it, somehow knowing it was Jessica.

“Okay,” Brooke spoke up, “We don’t have to travel far, but keep a hold of my hand. Brock will follow after, and I’ll let you know when it’s safe to remove the blindfolds.”

Brooke grabbed Shelly’s other hand in a firm grip that belied her small frame. She placed one foot forward, testing the floor of the car, then berated herself. She knew the path was clear and would be until they got out of the Orange Bubble. She would have to trust Brooke to watch her footing after that.

“Step out of the car now,” Brooke guided her as she heard Brock’s mechanical legs following them. “Good. Now the path is mostly flat, with only a few turns until we get to the building. I’ll let you know if you need to avoid anything. Okay, Jessica, go ahead and step down. There you go. Now just follow me.”

Brooke guided them a small distance and true to her word, whenever something might slip them up in the slightest, the mermaid warned them.

Shelly had no idea where they were, or if they were even in the same country. The Orange Bubble could travel faster than airplanes, and was infinitely safer. Chances were that if they weren’t still in the U.S., they were in Canada, but there was no way to know for sure. The humidity in the air was tolerable, and not overpowering, and the temperature was somewhere in the eighties.

“We’re entering the building where the portal is. The floor is smooth, but we’ll have to go down a few flights of stairs. Don’t worry Brock, those legs were designed to be able to maneuver in any terrain. Your dad wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be limited to one place anymore.”

Shelly didn’t know what Brooke considered a few flights of stairs, but her legs were tired by the time they were informed that they’d reached their floor. Brooke guided them for a couple more minutes down winding hallways, or what Shelly assumed were winding hallways.

She knew the moment they went through the portal. The solid floor turned to dirt and rock beneath her feet and her ears wanted to pop from the change in pressure, but the blindfold wasn’t taken off right away.

“Who are they?” a deep voice demanded, followed by what Shelly thought sounded like an angry purr.

“I’ve told you about Shelly Lance, and this is Jessica…” Brooke started to answer, but trailed off when she didn’t know Jessica’s last name.

“I’m Jessica Angel,” she replied for herself.

“Yeah, well, what about… By the Pillars, is that Brock? Nice legs man!”

“Thanks Erwin. My dad just got them for me.” There was no doubting the amount of pride in Brock’s voice at his new gift.

“Humph,” the man grunted. “That doesn’t explain why you brought them here, Brooke. This place is supposed to remain hidden. What do you think you’re doing by bringing them here?”

“Varun is dead, Erwin,” Brooke’s voice was solemn.

Shelly itched to take off the blindfold, but she remembered Brooke’s warning to wait. She didn’t like the way this Erwin guy was treating her stepmom but she also sensed a subtle danger about him. She could shift into the form of a shield or sword with a simple thought, and since Jessica was still holding her hand, she would be armed or protected as needed. She was hesitant to do so, not wanting to turn this situation into something more dangerous than it already was.

“Sucks to be him, then.” Erwin’s response to Brooke’s statement shocked her. “Seems we’ve been losing Pillars a fair amount in the last couple decades. That one was a bit too uppity for my tastes anyway. Did your hubby finally do him in?”

“This is serious,” Brooke stated in a tone Shelly knew well. It was the same tone she used when teaching the twins how to fight, and she thought they weren’t trying hard enough. Sheldon had received that tone more than Shelly, and every time, her brother ended up sprawled on the ground, a new bruise forming somewhere. It wasn’t that Brooke was violent, but she didn’t tolerate fools very well. “Remember the amount of chaos that followed the Chaos War? Lysa and Angela did their best, but a lot of bad things happened while they were learning to control their powers.”

“Heh, they should have called that time the Second Chaos War. Volcanoes going off all the time, and windstorms whipping up enough sand to shred an ogre in seconds. Hell, remember that new volcano that suddenly appeared in Egypt about a year after your hubby destroyed that outsider? Baffled scientists, until our world became common knowledge over there.”

“That’s why we’re trying to find out who did it,” Brock piped up. “We don’t want them doing it to any other Pillars.”

“Meh, they could take out the Pillar of Darkness for all I care. He’s not exactly a friendly guy either. And that Pillar of Light? I hear he’s pretty stuffy and won’t see anyone.” The man chuckled, but Shelly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The Pillars were what allowed them all to live in this world. That’s why they’re called the Pillars! “None of them matter to us down here. It’s not like the water can hurt us after the way you built this place, and as long as Gaia doesn’t find out we’re here, none of the other Pillars will learn of us.” Erwin’s voice gained a hard edge as he continued to speak. “But bringing strangers here is a good way for others to find out about us. You know the rules as well as I do, Brooke. They need to die.”

Shelly didn’t understand what was going on. She was blind, but what the man was saying made no sense. Gaia knew about everything that touched her ground. It didn’t matter whether it was in this realm, or Earth. She didn’t watch everything at once, but to think that there might be something going on under her nose was laughable. Unless… This wasn’t ground under her feet, but something else.

The sounds of blades being drawn broke the momentary silence. Shelly decided to act. She’d seen Jessica fight with a sword and decided that would be the perfect shape to take. Sheldon’s shirt fell away from her eyes as she formed her hand into the hilt and the rest of her body twisted into a sharp, three foot long blade. She had to shift much of her mass out or she would have been too heavy for Jessica to wield. She didn’t know where that mass went, only that it was there for her when she needed to change back. When she formed into things with greater mass, she had to absorb mass from objects around her. She hated doing that, though. It made her feel bloated for days afterwards.

Once she was done, she allowed herself to see from just above the cross guard. It was the most stable place to be able to look around.

They were surrounded. She didn’t recognize any of them, or what they were. Many of them were misshapen, and twisted. Their leader was a tall, dark man with what appeared to be cat ears on his head, and whiskers by his black nose. His fingers looked dangerous with their claws, but it was the twin daggers in his hands that worried Shelly.

A quick glance towards the woman holding her showed that Jessica had removed her blindfold also.

Erwin purred with excitement as he grinned at them. Shelly could tell that he was excited to fight. She didn’t feel as confident in their survival.

“Erwin, put those blades away!” Brooke snapped in a tone that implied he was an idiot, without saying the words. Shelly noticed that the mermaid hadn’t drawn her blades. “Think! I know what the risks are if any of you are found out. If I didn’t think they could be trusted, I wouldn’t have brought them.” She turned to Shelly and Jessica. “And you two! I told you not to take off the blindfolds. I swear you’re almost as bad as your father was when he was a teenager, Shelly.”

“But—” Jessica used Shelly to point at those surrounding them.

“No buts!” Brooke shouted. Brock and even the creatures around them took a step back. Brooke might look like a small woman, but all knew what she was capable of.

Shelly let herself change back, but kept holding Jessica’s hand just in case. Brooke waited until she was fully changed, before turning back to the rest of the crowd.

“Do you really think I would endanger all of you after what I went through to make this place?” Erwin looked sheepish as Brooke berated him, but he didn’t put his blades away. “Erwin…” Brooke placed her hands on her own blades. With as much grace as a frightened cat has, Erwin sheathed his daggers.

“Damn it, Brooke,” Erwin muttered. “I was just making sure. We can’t be too careful. If you vouch for them, we can let them be.” He must have found a bit of his backbone as he looked back up to meet Brooke’s green eyes. “But if they tell about this place, it’s on your head.”

“They won’t tell,” Brooke promised for them.

Shelly wasn’t sure what it was she wasn’t supposed to tell. All she knew was that a bunch of creatures she didn’t recognize were hiding—even from the nearly all-knowing Gaia—and Brooke had somehow helped build this place.

Erwin turned to Brock and held out his hand. “Welcome home, Brock. We’ve missed having your smiling face around for a bit.”

Brock shook it and returned the aforementioned grin. “Glad to be home, Mr. Schrödinger.”

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Shelly realized she was staring. It couldn’t be, she thought. There’s no way. He should be dead. She thought she’d heard something about the man having committed suicide, but that must have been faked, if this was really Erwin Schrödinger.

“We haven’t had any trouble down here,” Erwin said between bites of his fish. Shelly had a strong stomach, but she felt queasy as she watched the cat-man eat. The ground felt unsteady, but it looked solid enough. “I was sad to hear that Varun had captured you, but you understand why we couldn’t come help.”

“The secrecy of this place is more important than one life,” Brooke agreed as though it hadn’t been her life in the balance. “That’s why we have our rules.”

“Rules that you broke,” Erwin gestured to Shelly and Jessica.

“This place is more important than one life, but not all lives,” Brooke returned. “There may come a time when you have to leave here and return to the world above.”

Shelly hadn’t noticed her surroundings when she’d lost her blindfold, but they were deep underground. What she had at first mistaken for a sky, was a vast array of glowing gray moss on the ceiling above a huge cavern. Houses were built up, some of them built out of the very ground, but she couldn’t tell where they got the materials to do it. There was no vegetation in sight.

“Why should we fight for anyone?” Erwin responded. “If they knew we existed, they’d kill us without a second thought.”

“You’re crossbreeds!” Jessica spluttered, making Shelly jump.

She looked around and realized what should have been obvious from the beginning. It explained why she couldn’t identify most of the creatures around her. She cursed herself for not having caught it. She was too wrapped up in the cat-man’s identity. Erwin Schrödinger. Schrödinger’s cat. Schrödinger was a cat, or at least a cat-man. Was he always that way, or did something happen?

“Yes, most of us are,” Erwin glared at Jessica. “Some of us are just cursed, but Brooke and a few others have gone out of their way to help us. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around telling anyone about us. We’ve worked hard to keep this place a secret from the Pillars. I’d hate to think what they’d do if they heard even a whisper about us.” While his words seemed casual, his tone conveyed the threat behind them.

“But how do you hide from Gaia?” Shelly asked. It didn’t make any sense.

“This is a floating underground island,” Brooke smiled. “Gaia can only see what’s touching her Earth. Since this chunk of rock isn’t touching her Earth, she can’t see it. It also means that nothing will grow here, without her influence. We’re constantly working to supply this place, while keeping everything secret.”

Something in the mermaid’s voice told Shelly she wasn’t saying everything, but Shelly knew better than to ask. The fact that they were on a floating island explained why she was feeling queasy also. She saw Jessica nodding to Brooke’s words. Shelly wondered if she was going to bring up her heritage, but Jessica remained silent. Shelly didn’t blame her. Sometimes you kept a secret for so long, you continued to keep it when it didn’t matter.

“When Mom comes to visit me, she brings me stuff and I bring it here,” Brock said. “We’re quite the clandestine operation.” He seemed quite proud.

Something else clicked in Shelly’s head. “That’s how you plan on getting into Varun’s, I mean, Poseidon’s demesne. This place is connected there somehow.”

Brooke nodded. “There is a large tunnel with an underground river going from here to the Pillar of Water’s area. We’ll use that to infiltrate Poseidon’s area while you and Jessica talk to Marchosias.”

Shelly tried not to let her shoulders slump. She didn’t know where in the Shadow World they were, but she knew where Marchosias’s island lay, and it was a far distance from the border between Earth and Water. She was exhausted from the lack of sleep last night, followed by the fight for their lives against the Paladonic Knights and Daughters of Respite. Knowing that she would have to travel that distance, then try to get information out of Marchosias didn’t appeal to her.

Jessica must have sensed her emotions, because she reached over and gripped Shelly’s hand. Shelly felt comforted by the gesture and squeezed back, earning herself a smile from her beautiful girlfriend.

“If you think we’re going to embroil ourselves in your affairs just because you created this space for us, you’re wrong.” Erwin pounded the table, making Shelly jump. Unfortunately, his hand struck his fork, and sent it flying into Brooke’s chest. It fell to her lap where she looked at it for a moment. With more calm than Shelly could have mustered, the mermaid picked up the fork, examined the chunks of food still stuck on it, then flung it back at Erwin with lightning speed. The cat-man flinched as it brushed past one of his black pointy ears and embedded itself on the wall behind him.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Brooke said in a tone that made ice seem hot by comparison. There was no anger on her face, and she appeared perfectly calm, but her green eyes matched her voice. “But if you think that hiding out here will keep you safe while the Pillars are struck down, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

Erwin glared at Brooke, but the effect was ruined as he licked the back of one hand, then used it to wipe at his offended ear. “I learned a long time ago not to meddle in things that I shouldn’t.”

“You couldn’t have known that the cat you were using for your experiments was the favorite of a fairy,” Brooke replied. Her voice warmed, but it was the difference between an Antarctic night and an Antarctic morning. “This concerns you and every other creature living in this world. If the Pillars fall, this world goes with it. Perhaps all of creation.”

“Bah!” Erwin growled and his lips curled, showing sharp fangs. His golden eyes flashed as he met Brooke’s stare. “We heard the same thing during the Chaos War, and look how that turned out. Someone will always come along and save us.”

“There was a prophecy that time,” Brooke stated. Her voice lost whatever warmth it had gained, and if anything, grew harder. She still looked relaxed, but Shelly noticed one hand was close to the blade on her left hip. “And my husband didn’t do it alone. A lot of good creatures died, ensuring this world survived. Lyden wasn’t the only hero.”

“And now we come to the crux of things.” Shelly heard Erwin purr as he spoke, as though he’d caught a mouse he was ready to pounce on. “You need fodder for your armies. You want us to sacrifice ourselves so our betters can live on to fight another day.”

Shelly couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. Brooke had helped create a space where he and other outcasts could survive without being persecuted, and his way of repaying her was to act like this?

“You are the most pompous, egotistical, self-righteous man I have ever met,” Jessica spoke up. Erwin looked away from the mermaid with an expression that said he was shocked anyone would dare interrupt his conversation with Brooke. “She hasn’t asked for your help, you imbecile. She was warning you of what might come.”

“Jessica—” Brooke tried to intervene, but Jessica kept going.

“A Pillar is dead, and the rest are in danger. How can you choose to sit here in your little hole, pretending the outside world doesn’t exist? Hell, you can pretend your balls are the size of watermelons and your cock is as big as your arm, but from where I’m sitting, neither one of them even exists. Pretending whether something is real or not doesn’t make it exist, or mean you can ignore it.”

“My cock and balls are plenty real, girl!” the werecat snarled and jumped to his feet. He reached into his pants and laid his genitals on the table. “That real enough for you?”

Shelly was impressed with the man’s boldness, if not with the material presented. Sheldon’s is bigger, she thought, then shrugged that uncomfortable idea away. Why would she think of him? She’d been with other men who were larger than this guy. Erwin was just a little bigger than average.

“That depends,” Jessica sneered. “Does it bluster and preen itself like its master, or does it actually do something?”

“Jessica!” Brooke snapped, losing her calm demeanor.

Shelly saw Brock trying to hold back his laughter at Jessica’s insult. Shelly found herself struggling not to laugh at the comical way Erwin’s black-furred face turned slack at Jessica’s words. Jessica didn’t look away from the cat-man.

After a couple of tense seconds, Erwin’s lips curled up as he burst out laughing. “By the Pillars, you’ve got a sharp tongue on you, girl. You’re right. I’ve spent so long trying to hide who and what I am. I was once a great scientist, you know that? Then one day a fairy catches up to me. Imagine my surprise in finding out fairies are real! Ends up, one of the strays I’d used to prove a hypothesis had been his favorite. As punishment for my actions, he made me into this. I still remember the way he chuckled as he flew away. That was almost a century ago. Not only did that little sprite curse me, but he made me immortal to boot so I could suffer for all time. I had to fake a suicide to hide what had happened, and that wasn’t easy! He made sure his insult was felt all the time also. When no one is looking at me, I’m a normal human, but the second I’m observed, I become this cat-person. I had to hide what I was, until Brooke found me. It looks like it took someone like you to help me remember my humanity.”

“I didn’t ask for your history, old man,” Jessica said, though she’d lost her anger.

Erwin chuckled some more, then turned to Brooke. “You’ll need some supplies, though you know we don’t have much. It also looks like you’re about dead on your feet. Get some rest. We’ll have the boat prepped and ready for you when you wake up.” He stood and walked to the door, leaving them alone.

“Can we trust him?” Shelly asked as soon as she felt it was safe. Chances were that with those ears, Erwin had exceptional hearing.

“We can trust him to keep his skin whole,” Brooke said. She looked over to Jessica with a shrewd look. “That was a very foolish thing you did. Erwin is their leader here. No matter how much Brock and I have helped them, if he told this community to kill us, they would.”

“Sorry,” Jessica apologized. “I just couldn’t take any more of his self-righteous bullshit.”

They were all silent for a while. Shelly was still trying to understand how this city came to be. The amount of energy required in creating this space, or the floating island, and set up the whole thing was more than she could imagine. Then, for there to be a portal here from Earth… She thought only the Pillars were strong enough to fabricate those. That meant that at least one Pillar knew about this place, but which one? The most likely answer was Aunt Lysa. She was a crossbreed, just as all of Lyden’s children were. Though she wasn’t really the twins’ aunt. She would have been the most likely to sympathize with this group. Were there others strong enough to create portals? What about the Firsts?

If there was a First working with them….

Her thoughts were interrupted by Erwin returning. “I already have food being prepared for you at Brock’s hut. It’s a little crowded in there for the four of you. I have room here if you girls want to stay.” The way Erwin purred as he added that last statement gave Shelly the creeps.

Before she could respond, Brooke spoke up. “That’ll work great, Erwin. But I think the girls should stay at Brock’s place. I think they’d be more comfortable there. If you don’t mind, Brock and I will stay here. It’ll give us the chance to set down more plans for tomorrow and let them rest.”

If Erwin was disappointed, he hid it well.

“Come on!” Brock said cheerfully as his mechanical legs carried him past them. “I’ll show you where I live.”

In all the years she’d known her half-brother/sister, it never occurred to her to wonder where he lived. She’d never had any interest in seeing the home of the sibling that made her uncomfortable to be around.

Now that she knew what to look for, she took in her surroundings once outside. The air was humid, but not cloyingly so. The ground was solid, but she could sense the slight motion as the island rocked on the water. Some of the homes were built out of wood, and because they were underground, they didn’t have to worry about bad weather. More were made from the ground itself, dug out of the very rock they lived on. High overhead, moss gave off a strong grayish white glow that reminded Shelly of an overcast sky.

Brock—wait, now he was Bridgette. She hated when he did that—led them to one of the homes built into the rock. A tall hill rose up, and carved into the side were some steps leading down to a wooden door. Bridgette placed her hand against the door, and a moment later Shelly noticed a gentle glow rise and then fade before the door opened. Even in a place inhabited by those that relied on one another to survive, they still had to lock their doors.

Jessica stopped Bridgette before she could lead them in. “You know, it can be a bit disconcerting when you keep changing genders like that. Why don’t you pick one and stay that way?”

Shelly had often wondered the same thing, but was afraid it would have been rude to ask. Bridgette didn’t seem to mind, though, and smiled.

“Honestly? Because I know it bothers some people and those that it does, deserve to be bothered.” She walked inside as she continued speaking, though her words filled Shelly with guilt. “I used to get teased a lot when I was younger, but Dad showed me that there was nothing wrong with who I am. He taught me that it didn’t matter what my gender was, as long as I was happy with who I was. Some situations work better when I’m a woman, and some work better as a man. I like being Brock around Dad. I think he relates to me better that way, though I know he loves me no matter what. Erwin likes to stare at my breasts when I’m Bridgette, so I usually stay as Brock around him. I decided to be Bridgette now, so it’s just us girls.”

Bridgette showed them her small but cozy home, while Shelly reexamined her feelings towards this sibling. She’d always been uncomfortable around him/her because of her ability to change genders, but how was that any different than the twins’ ability to change shape? It was still the same person inside.

This home made the house she shared with Sheldon look huge. There was a small entryway that doubled as a sitting room, an equally small cooking area, and two smaller rooms attached.

“Mom doesn’t stay here often,” Bridgette told them. “So, I don’t need a lot of room. Since I was always bound to the water, I never left my room.” Shelly poked her head in and saw that the room was nothing more than a pool of water. “There’s an underwater tunnel that leads to the back door, and that’s how I usually come and go. I can’t believe Dad got me these awesome legs!”

“They work well for you!” Shelly told her, deciding to treat her better from now on.

“You two can sleep in here. The bed is a little small, but neither of you are big so you should be fine.” Bridgette showed them Brooke’s room. The bed was big enough that they’d both fit, but small enough that they’d have to cuddle. She didn’t mind that thought at all. In fact, as she looked at the bed, she had to stifle a yawn. The day had been a full one, and she was looking forward to some sleep.

“I’d better get back to Mom,” Bridgette said with a smile at Shelly’s yawn. “Erwin is all right, but I’ve seen the way he looks at my chest when I’m in this form. I swear, if he weren’t half cat and hated getting wet, he’d have tried to get with me a long time ago.”

Shelly laughed at the thought of a cat trying to get with someone who was half a fish.

“He won’t try anything on Brooke while she’s alone with him, will he?” Jessica asked. Shelly appreciated that her girlfriend was concerned about Shelly’s stepmom, but Jessica couldn’t know what Brooke was capable of.

Bridgette laughed before answering. “No, he wouldn’t dare. Mom could kick his ass, and he wouldn’t dare do anything to offend Dad. Everyone knows what Dad did and respects him.” She looked around for a moment before adding, “Sorry there’s not much in the way of accommodations, but help yourselves. I’m sure Mom will come get you in the morning.”

Shelly’s odd sibling left them, though she resolved to become better friends with her in the future.

“You dad seems like a pretty cool guy,” Jessica stated as the door closed behind Bridgette.

“Yeah,” Shelly said, wondering where this was coming from. “Some people don’t like the fact that he has so many wives, or that he has so many powerful friends, but I tend to like him.” She meant to say it light heartedly, but knew she meant it.

“He’s smart, open minded, strong—“

“You’re not crushing on my dad, are you?” Shelly asked, bothered at the concept.

“What?” Jessica asked with wide eyes. “No! Eww. It’s just that you don’t meet many men like that. I can see parts of him in you that make you so wonderful.”

Shelly couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. She knew her dad was awesome, but this was the first time she’d ever been paid a compliment like this.

“I know you’re tired,” Jessica said as Shelly felt her hand rest on her lower back, “but I was kind of hoping I could apologize for my behavior earlier.”

Shelly turned to her and smiled. “You already apologized.” She placed her hand on Jessica’s cheek and looked into her blue eyes. “We all make snap judgments. The hard part is realizing our mistakes and apologizing, which you’ve already done.”

“But I wanted to apologize,” Jessica stressed and used her hand on Shelly’s back to pull them close.

Understanding flooded Shelly as she felt the other woman’s lips brush hers. “Well why didn’t you say so?” Shelly asked as a grin split her lips. She was tired, sure, but sleeping could wait.

Jessica’s arms tightened as Shelly placed hers around the back of the woman’s neck. Their lips were soft as they came back together. There was no urgency in the kiss, no driving passion, but it was filled with tender care. The two women stood there for a moment in each other’s arms, enjoying the security they felt at having one another.

Despite enjoying the slow pace of the kiss, it was Shelly that first opened her mouth to let her tongue explore the other woman’s. Jessica opened to her, and their tongues met in a slow dance, twisting and brushing against the other. Jessica’s mouth was sweet as their bodies pressed together.

Her heart quickened when Jessica lowered her hands to Shelly’s rear, fondling her. Shelly brought her hands between them, moving to the hem of Jessica’s shirt and pulled it up to her neck. Neither one wanted to break the kiss, so she reached around to her back and undid the strap of her bra.

Jessica slipped her arms out of the shirt and bra, though the shirt still hung around her neck. Shelly capitalized on the other woman’s free breasts and took each of the perfect mounds in one hand. Jessica moaned into their shared kiss as Shelly brushed her thumbs her girlfriend’s nipples.

She felt Jessica’s hands slide up her rear to her shirt, and soon her shirt was around her neck and her bra was on the floor.

Shelly had to release her girlfriend’s breasts as Jessica pulled them together again. Her own breasts molded around Jessica’s firm mounds. She wrapped her arms around the slender woman, tightening the press between them. The feeling of bare skin on bare skin sent a shiver through her.

Even though they had fooled around in the Orange Bubble earlier, Shelly felt her crotch slicken with desire. When in the car, it had been a mad rush to get each other off and heal, but this time they could enjoy themselves.

“Come on,” Jessica pulled away and smiled. She grabbed Shelly’s hand and tugged her into the bedroom, while pulling her shirt over her head with the other hand. For the briefest of seconds, Shelly was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex on her stepmom’s bed, but when Jessica turned and gave her dazzling smile, she didn’t care. She could always remove the sheets first, or do it on the carpeted floor. When Jessica bit her bottom lip, reached out and thumbed her right nipple, then pulled her into another kiss, she quit worrying and just enjoyed her girlfriend’s hands on her body. Her thighs grew slick as her pussy leaked out its desires.

Shelly stripped off her shirt and they both removed their pants before falling to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Shelly ended up on her back with Jessica’s right leg between her thighs, pressed up against her moist slit.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Jessica said, sending a thrill through Shelly at the compliment.

“You’re a sweet talker,” she replied and then moaned as Jessica pressed her thigh hard against the juncture of Shelly’s thighs. “But I like it,” she finished and pulled Jessica’s face down to hers. Shelly ground her snatch against the other woman’s leg. Her hips lifted and fell as her crotch slid across Jessica’s naked thigh. Every motion sent sensations of bliss through her, radiating up from her clit and blossoming into her stomach and chest.

Jessica pulled her head away, then dropped it to nuzzle into Shelly’s neck. She felt her teeth graze her sensitive skin, though she didn’t bite, sending another thrill through her. Jessica moved her leg away, causing Shelly to groan in frustration. She was getting close! A couple more seconds and she would have cum.

Jessica’s mouth trailed down Shelly’s collarbone, but it was the woman’s hand against her moist sex that made Shelly gasp. She felt one finger slide in, easily slipping between her damp folds. She gasped again when Jessica’s lips brushed across one stiff nipple. Shelly gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. She tossed her head from side to side as she soaked Jessica’s hand.

It took her a few breaths to regain her senses. She tried to sit up, but Jessica pressed her back down.

“I want to return the favor,” Shelly moaned, wanting to press her lips against every inch of this fantastic woman.

“Maybe when I’m done apologizing,” Jessica grinned. “Besides, I’m enjoying myself.

Shelly decided to let her have her way. Besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying Jessica’s ‘apology.’

Jessica dropped her head down and trailed kisses across Shelly’s flat stomach to her right hip, and then her thigh. She felt hot breath pass her vulva before Jessica nipped lightly on the inside of her other thigh. She jumped, but it turned into a moan as she felt a tongue slide along her thigh, back towards her hungry heated pussy. Jessica used her mouth to open Shelly’s petals. She felt her tongue poking at her hole, lapping up her juices. Jessica moved her muscle around in a random pattern, keeping Shelly on edge, but not sending her over that proverbial cliff. Her clit felt ignored as Jessica continued to focus on her opening. She tried to shift her hips to let the woman know what she wanted, but Jessica seemed to anticipate her movements, moving perfectly in time to keep from touching that magical button.

Just when she thought she was going to lose her mind, Jessica shifted up and sucked hard on her clit. At the same time, Shelly felt fingers penetrate her again and rub along the top wall of her burning canal. This didn’t just tip her over the edge, but launched her off it. Her body shuddered as she screamed in rapture. She was no longer in control of her body, but she couldn’t think clearly enough to care. Her entire world centered on the tingling in her skin, the fluttering in her stomach, the curling of her toes as she thrashed around on the bed, and the feeling of those fingers still pumping into her, stretching out her blissful orgasm.

“Okay!” Shelly croaked as she reached down and pulled the fingers out of her. “By the Pillars, I’ve never had an orgasm like that before!”

“Am I forgiven?” Jessica asked with an impish grin crossing her face.

“I already told you that you were,” Shelly sighed in exasperation. “Now get up and, so I can return the favor!”

She tried to pull Jessica up, but she was a bit weak after that powerful climax. Jessica didn’t resist, though, lithely moving up Shelly’s body until they could kiss. Shelly tasted her own juices on the other woman’s lips. It increased her hunger, and she reached down to grab Jessica’s firm butt cheeks. This time the kiss was filled with passion. It was almost scary how much Shelly desired this woman. Any fear she might have had was pressed to the background, however, as Shelly needed to please this woman.

With a growl, Shelly rolled them over, almost knocking Jessica off the small bed in her haste. They readjusted, this time with the black haired beauty on her back.

Shelly dove for her perfect breasts, lavishing the nipples with her tongue as she lowered her right hand to Jessica’s cunt. It was soaked, the viscous liquid pouring from her swollen petals. She slipped three fingers into her, before she was aware of her desire to do so. Jessica bucked against the invading digits, moaning in rapture. The sound of her moans went through Shelly like a lightning bolt, fueling her desires and driving her on.

She lowered herself down Jessica’s fit body without removing her fingers. She didn’t have the patience to tease as Jessica had, and attacked the nubbin at the juncture at the top of her inner labia. Jessica jerked as Shelly brought her over the top, ramming her fingers into her well saturated pussy.

Shelly wished she had a large cock to ram her the way she was pounding her fingers into Jessica. Her insides felt empty. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a thick piece of meat thrusting into her, but for some reason she thought it hadn’t been that long ago. Hell, she’d even accept Erwin’s average penis right then. If Brock walked in right then, she didn’t know if she could keep herself off of him. She was so horny right that moment, the fact that it was her brother only slightly bothered her.

She was just debating on going to get him, when Jessica got her attention again by pulling her back up and into a kiss. She wrapped her legs around Shelly’s thighs, giving her whole body a strong hug. Despite none of her erogenous zones being stimulated, Shelly felt another climax crash through her. She couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. What was it about this woman that turned her on so much?

“Get some rest,” Jessica whispered as she tucked Shelly under the covers. Shelly still felt empty inside, but after three powerful orgasms, exhaustion won out. Maybe she could talk to Erwin before they left tomorrow. She had no doubt he would be happy to fill her holes.

Jessica walked to the door of the small room and looked back, but Shelly barely noticed as her eyelids drooped and sleep overtook her. She thought Jessica might have left, but when she woke the next morning, her girlfriend was holding her tight. Warmth spread through the twin as she remembered their shared bliss, but not much else from last night’s coupling.

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So many mind-control cuties need to be bred.

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Nineteen: Breeding the Mind-Controlled Cuties

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Vivian Bailey

“I’m not sure I want to be bred,” I told Mr. Michaels. We were in his classroom. The school day was done, and I was reporting to my professor the progress I had made on programming the app and server software for his mind-control devices.

I was a lesbian. I liked girls, but thanks to the device controlling my mind, I also wanted Mr. Michaels. My pussy tingled in memory of his cock taking my virginity. I had cum so hard. I wanted more of his jizz in me, but children…

I was nineteen.

I pushed up my glasses. “Isn’t it enough to just breed my girlfriend?” Britney had spent the night at his place, and all of today she’d been talking about how he was going to breed her. Even now, she was walking around the college’s campus naked because of the mind-control.

That had been my idea.

“I’m young, Mr. Michaels.”

“I want you to type into the program, ‘842FA4 wants to be bred by 840F21. Nothing makes 842FA4 hornier than the idea of being bred by 840F21.’”

My pussy clenched. I was 842FA4, and he was 840F21. “You are so wicked for making me do this,” I said, unable to resist the mind-control puppeteering my brain. I wasn’t angry—couldn’t be angry. I was only… aroused. “This is corrupting you.”

“Yeah,” he admitted as he stood naked over me, his arms folded across his chest. A tall man, serious, with dark hair slicked back. He had his own pair of glasses on his face. Large frames, not the dainty ones I wore.

My fingers typed the command into the keyboard. The moment I hit enter, a wave of heat washed through me. I groaned, my pussy now completely molten. “Breed me, Mr. Michaels.” I needed his seed in me more than anything else in my life. I wanted to have his baby, and I was so wet. “Breed me right now. Please, please! I’m creaming through my panties.”

“Bend over my desk,” he ordered.

I did, planting my elbows on the desk, the sleeves of my shirt cushioning my arms from the hardness of the wooden surface. His hands grabbed the waistband of my jeans. He slid around and found the fastener. It popped open. The zipper rasped down. Then he yanked.

I groaned as he tore my jeans off my hips and yanked them down my thighs. I bet he could smell how wet I was through my panties. My pussy was molten. I had never been hornier in my life for anything. Not even the first time I went down on Britney’s pussy. She’d been the first girl I’d ever seduced. I had devoured that eighteen-year-old snatch and loved every moment of it, reveling in the lesbian delights I craved.

Now I wanted a man’s dick in me even more.

“Yes, yes, rip my panties down and breed me!” I moaned.

“Mmm, glad to give my students what they need,” he growled and hooked his fingers into my panties. He tugged them down. They slid off my rump, exposing my ass and then my pussy. I leaned my head down, my short, brown hair swaying. “Look at that.”

His finger slid through my curls to stroke up my pussy slit. I gasped at his masculine touch. That was no woman’s delicate digit. That was a man controlling me. My mind was changed to love this by the device.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, under the thrall of the machine’s brainwash. The infrasonic commands filled the air. Too high-pitched for me to hear. They controlled my brain waves. It was so wild. Science Fiction brought to life. “Breed me.”

His finger probed into me. I gasped as my pussy swallowed his digit with hunger. I sucked his finger into my twat wishing it as his dick. His finger couldn’t give me that seed I needed. I squirmed there, my hips wiggling. My glasses slipped down my nose.

He pumped it in and out of me, making me whimper. Groan. My pussy clenched down on him. A frustration grew in me. I had to have that dick in me. That seed. He brainwashed me to want this, and now he wasn’t giving it to me.

“Mr. Michaels, fuck me!” I gasped, thrusting my ass back and sliding my pussy further down his finger. “Just ram that cock in me. Don’t you want to fuck me? Breed me? I’m so tight and wet. You can feel it, can’t you? How much I need your cock.”

“Yes, I can,” he said, clearly savoring his power over me.

He pulled his finger out my twat. I gasped as my pussy felt so empty. I heard sucking. He was cleaning off my juices. He groaned. I whimpered, my ass wiggling. I pushed up my glasses and threw a look over my shoulder.

“Mr. Michaels!” I gasped. “Please! You did this to me! So please, please, please fuck me. Don’t I deserve to be bred? I’m working so hard on your code. I’m almost done. Just breed me. Reward me!”

“You have done amazing work,” he said. “Vivian, you are going to have so much fun once the network is up and running.” He pressed his cock against my pussy. “You’ll be able to enjoy almost any woman you want when you want to.”

“Yes,” I groaned, not caring about any of that right now. His cock slid through my pussy hair and pressed against my hot flesh. I groaned at that sizzling feel. “I just want to be creamed. Let me cum! Please, please, I need it!”

His dick’s tip rubbed up and down my pussy folds. He brushed my clit with it. He stirred up to my taint. I whimpered, aching for him to just bury that big dick in me. To fill me with every inch of his manhood. That would be incredible.

I would blaze with rapture. Just explode with all the passion that I had. It would be amazing to experience. Then his cum would spurt into me. That wonderful seed would flood my womb and find an egg in my Fallopian tube to impregnate.

Life would quicken in us. Our child.

He rammed his cock into me.

“Yes!” I moaned, my back arching. My cunt clenched down on his shaft. “Mr. Michaels!”

“I know,” he groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into my pussy. “Mmm, that’s it. That’s what you need.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my cunt squeezing around his dick. I wiggled my hips in slow circles, my pussy melting around his thick shaft. “Oh, Mr. Michaels!”

“I know,” he panted and drew back.

My pussy clenched about his dick. I held him tight. I gripped him with passion. That amazing shaft felt wonderful in me. He slammed back into me. He buried to the hilt in my pussy a second time, his balls smacking into my clit. Though cushioned by my bush, his nuts still felt incredible spanking my bud.

Sparks of delight flared.

I squirmed my hips, stirring my cunt around his cock as he pumped it in and out of me. He buried that dick to the hilt in me and then pulled it back out. It was incredible to feel. I moaned, loving every second of him reaming into me. He fucked me with passion. He plunged that cock to the hilt in me again and again. I would have such an amazing orgasm on this cock. I would just explode. It would be awesome. I couldn’t wait for that burst of pleasure to ripple through my body.

I worked my hips in naughty circles. I groaned as he fucked that dick into me. He pounded me with passion. He buried over and over and over into me. He rammed that dick to the hilt in me with such vigor and passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my god. That’s intense. Mr. Michaels, you’re going to breed me. You’re going to make me cum!”

The door to his classroom opened as my words burst from my mouth. A girl squeaked, “That’s so awesome, Vivian!”

My girlfriend, Britney, darted into the classroom naked. I had mind-controlled her to go naked so every girl could lust after my lover. They were all envious of her. Girls had been texting me all day saying they wished they could make love to Britney and envied that she was all mine. Her light-brown hair swayed about her round and freckled face. Joy burst in her green eyes. As she darted to me, her small breasts hardly did more than jiggle. She was a slender, petite thing, her bush gleaming with her excitement.

“Oooh, you’re going to be pregnant at the same time as me!” Britney said as she reached the other side of the desk. “That’s going to be awesome. We can go to Lamaze classes together and experience it all at the same time. Our children will be siblings. Ooh, if they’re daughters, we can raise them to love each other.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt clenching down on Mr. Michaels’s hard cock. “I want you to breed me, Mr. Michaels. Knock me up!”

“Knock her up, Daddy!” cried June Michaels. Britney’s best friend darted up, her brown hair gathered in pigtails. She wore a girlish skirt and blouse, the top pink and the bottoms purple. She stopped before us, hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She bounced in place beside Britney. “Breed her.”

“Yes, Daddy,” moaned Eve Michaels. She was a year older than me. She pushed up her glasses, her strawberry-blonde hair also in pigtails. She sauntered towards us, this whorish look in her eyes. “Knock her up and then knock me up, Daddy.”

“And me!” June said, bouncing in place. “I want to have your babies, Daddy. I love you!”

“I want to be your broodmare slut, Daddy!” Eve moaned. “I want you to fire all that cum in my pussy and then piss in me. Make it filthy. Maybe fuck Britney in the ass first.”

“What?” gasped Britney, her hands darting behind her to grab her ass.

“You say the most depraved things, Dusk,” Mr. Michaels said. “Damn, I just might.”

Eve—or Dusk, I guessed she preferred—beamed at her father. She squeezed her tits through her low-cut top, her green eyes smoldering as she watched me getting fucked. Mr. Michael’s dick buried hard into my cunt. Fast. He fucked me with powerful strokes.

Britney leaned down, her face right before mine. She kissed me. I groaned into her lips, savoring the taste of pussy on them. She must have been eating out June. I couldn’t do anything about June getting to touch my girlfriend.

Mr. Michaels spoiled his youngest daughter.

But no other girl at our college would get to touch Britney without my permission. Just lust for the cutie.

My tongue danced with hers as Mr. Michael pounded me hard and fast. My orgasm built and built. My pussy clenched around his dick. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring that amazing dick around in me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

Just an amazing explosion of bliss that would erupt through me. It would be incredible. As my pussy spasmed around Mr. Michael’s dick thrusting in and out of me, I would milk out his cum. I would work out all that jizz into my fertile womb.

My cunt clamped down on his dick. I squealed into my girlfriend’s lips. Just thinking that perverse and exciting thought brought me closer and closer to that moment when it would happen. When all these nasty and depraved ideas that were blazing in my mind would explode out of me.

His balls smacked into my clit. He grunted with each stroke. His daughters watched us. My tongue played with Britney’s. Her soft fingers caressed my cheeks. I loved her touch. My body trembled, the heat building in me.

“Fuck!” Mr. Michaels groaned.

“Breed her, Daddy!” cheered June.

“Flood her with all your spunk and then cum on my face, Daddy!” moaned Dusk. “Make me strip naked and then paint me in your cum and then order me to go walk around so everyone can see that my daddy’s jizz covers me.”

“You are such a slut!” groaned Mr. Michaels.

“Thank you, Daddy!” gushed Dusk.

She was so fucked up. I loved it. My body trembled, the pleasure reaching that explosive release. His cock buried to the hilt in me. His balls smacked into my clit. The pleasure burst through my body. The waves of delight washed out of me.

My cunt spasmed around his cock. My twat sucked at him. The rapture rushed through my body. The waves of bliss slammed into my mind. They drowned me in all this wonderful rapture. It smothered my thoughts in ecstasy.

I broke the kiss and howled out, “Breed me! Breed me!”

He slammed to the hilt in me and erupted.

Hot cum pumped into my twat. I gasped as that hot jizz flooded me. My body trembled, my cunt writhing with hunger. I shuddered, my head swaying. The pleasure rushed through me. It was incredible to feel. I loved every second of it. I savored the passion of his jizz firing into me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she groaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s so amazing. Yes!”

“Fuck!” he growled as my pussy milked his cock. “You’re going to be bred. My wife will be thrilled.”

“Yes, she will!” June cheered. “Mommy wants you to knock up all the schoolgirls and your daughters. You should knock up mommy. We could have another sister.”

“Yes!” June moaned.

“We’re going to have babies!” squealed Britney. She was so adorable.

“We are!” I gasped as my pussy drained out all that cum from Mr. Michaels’s balls. I quivered there, my cunt rippling with the heat of his cum pooling in me. It felt fantastic. I loved it. I leaned my head down, my breasts rising and falling. “Ooh, we’re going to have his babies, Britney!”

We kissed again. My tongue danced with my girlfriends. Mr. Michaels pulled his cock out of me and panted. I felt his cum pooling in me. Some trickled out to mat my bush. I squirmed there for one more minute and then I broke the kiss with my girlfriend.

I bent down and hiked up my jeans and panties.

“So, is there anything else?” Mr. Michaels asked as he started gathering his clothes.

“I have the list of girls to be in my harem,” I said. He let me claim any girl I wanted to be my lover so long as they weren’t one of his two daughters or that they didn’t have a brother attending the college.

“Email them to me. We’ll take care of it tomorrow. I doubt many of them are on the network. Besides, my wife is waiting to meet you, Vivian.”

I nodded, shuddering as I came down from my orgasmic high.

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

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I shuddered on my couch as Vivian pressed her lips into my pussy. The nerdy girl’s glasses looked so adorable on her nose. Like Dusk, but I could see the intelligence in Vivian’s eyes. Not to say my oldest was dumb, she just wasn’t someone who thought about things.

Vivian was thinking even as she nuzzled her lips into my shaved folds. I shuddered as her tongue slid up my slit, parting my petals before brushing my bud. I gasped as the sparks flared from my clit and showered through me.

“Your girlfriend is adorable, Britney,” I said to the schoolgirl. She and June were fingering each other on the recliner, the two girls’ petite bodies pressed tight. “And she’s just diving into my pussy.”

“She always makes me cum so hard with her mouth, Mrs. Michaels,” said Britney. “She’s amazing. I’m so glad we’re together. Every girl in school is so jealous that I’m hers.”

“So jealous,” Vivian said with smug delight. Then she fluttered her tongue up and down my folds.

I groaned and glanced at my husband. He had Dusk working her asshole up and down his dick as she sat on his lap, her glasses flashing. Strawberry-blonde pigtails danced as the twenty-year-old slut rode her father’s cock.

He groaned in delight. I was so happy. I had had a great day. I had the bang-maids to play with. I made four different guys fuck Tonya and her bratty daughter, Gina. They were so much fun to control. I filmed it and already uploaded their performance to YouPorn.

Why should I be the only one to enjoy their mother-daughter slutty fun?

They made some great amateur porn. It made my pussy melt. And the comments that had already come in were so hot. Made my cunt clench in delight. Tonya’s husband wouldn’t miss her. He had a nineteen-year-old schoolgirl for his wife now, all arranged by my husband.

I shuddered on the couch, savoring Vivian’s tongue fluttering up and down my folds. She licked me with such hunger. I shuddered, my back arching. The pleasure rushed from my twat as the nerdy girl feasted on my cunt with more and more passion.

Her tongue dug through my folds and brushed my clit. She had such skill. Such a hunger to feast on my yummy pussy. Her brown hair rubbed on my thighs. She should grow it out. Girls shouldn’t have such short hair. I shivered, wanting to mind-control her to do that.

“Oh, Vivian, yes,” I moaned. “It’s such a delight to meet you. Ooh, I’m so glad my husband brought you on the team. You’re going to let our fun expand, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned and thrust her tongue into my pussy.

I gasped as her tongue darted around inside of me. She swirled it around in my cunt. My body trembled. My hips bucked. This wonderful heat rushed through me. It was so amazing to feel. I licked my lips, savoring every moment of her hungry tongue sliding through my cunt. It was just a delicious thrill to have her fluttering her tongue up and down my slit.

I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into my twat. She fluttered her tongue through my folds. She licked at me with such hunger. She devoured me. My orgasm built as the others moaned around the room.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” moaned Dusk as she worked her asshole up and down his cock. “I think your dick is dirty enough now!”

“Then switch!” he growled.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Switch?

I watched in delight as Dusk slid her asshole up her father’s dick. My cunt clenched on Vivian’s tongue as I watched my eldest grab the base of Dean’s cock and pop her asshole off. Then she shifted her body and pressed her pussy against that dirty shaft.

She slammed her pussy down him. She took her father’s cock to the hilt in her cunt, cleaning him off. He groaned as she did. Her arms slid around his neck. She rubbed her breasts into his chest as she worked her cunt up and down his cock.

“Daddy, Daddy, breed me!” she moaned. “Breed my dirty cunt! Ooh, yes, yes! I want your baby! Knock up your slut-daughter!”

“Yes!” I gasped, watching the sight as Vivian’s tongue swirled around my clit.

She felt amazing on my bud. She licked me with such enthusiasm as I trembled through my pleasure. I would have such an amazing orgasm. I would burst with passion. The pleasure would rush through me. It would be amazing. I couldn’t wait for that ecstasy to flood through me.

She sucked on my clit and thrust a pair of fingers into my cunt. I gasped, my eyes transfixed by my eldest riding her father’s cock and polishing his dick clean with her fertile pussy. I loved our family. The device.

“Ooh, look at your sister go,” Britney moaned. “She’s such a dirty and nasty whore.”

“I know,” groaned June. “Ooh, yes, yes, work those fingers in and out of my pussy. I want to cum.”

“Me, too!”

The two girls started kissing. They swapped spit and fingered each other’s twats. It was so hot to watch them. I shuddered, my body trembling. Vivian sucked hard on my clit and rammed her digits in and out of my pussy. My orgasm built and built.

I screamed towards it. My back arched. My thighs clamped down around Vivian’s head, the rims of her glasses cool and hard against my silky flesh. My breasts jiggled as I arched my back. I whimpered and groaned.

“Daddy!” squealed Dusk. “Cum in me, Daddy! Breed my naughty and nasty and slutty cunt!”

“Yes!” I howled and joined my husband in climaxing.

My body bucked. The pussy juices gushed out of my snatch around Vivian’s thrusting fingers. My twat spasmed around those naughty digits. She abandoned my clit to lick up the flood, feasting on me as the pleasure washed through my body.

“Dusk!” Dean groaned.

“Breed her, Daddy!” June moaned.

“I am, Junebug!” my husband panted.

“He so is!” gasped Dusk. “Daddy! Daddy, pump that cum into my naughty cunt!”

“Yes!” I cried out as I bucked through my orgasm.

The pleasure surged through me. Wave after wave of wild delight that swept across my mind. It was amazing to experience. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure blazed across my senses. I moaned, loving every second of this bliss spilling through my mind.

I hit that wonderful peak of rapture. I quivered there, shuddering through the bliss, and then I crashed back down into panting delight. I smiled as the pleasure buzzed through my body. I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I moaned, my thighs squeezing tight about the cutie’s head. “I’m so glad you could come over for dinner, Vivian.”

“Me, too, Mrs. Michaels,” she purred. “Though I might have spoiled my appetite. You have such a delicious pussy.”

“Oh, aren’t you a dear,” I said as I stood up. “I have to get started on it. Feel free to enjoy the bang-maids. Gina likes to drink piss now.”

“Yeah, she does,” Dusk moaned.

“I have to get to work, too,” groaned Dean. “Need to get the devices ready for tomorrow’s test at the mall.”

I blinked. “Test?”

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

Dean Michaels

The server was up and running. I checked its status on my cell phone. That was remarkable. I was glad I had brought Vivian into the mix. The server was back in my house, the control hub that would send out the commands to each of the mind-control devices. Two were on the network—one in my basement and the other in college’s server room—but it was time to add the third one.

The Courland Mall lay before us. I had finished up two mind-control devices last night, and Vivian had finished writing the code for the smartphone app—it was running only on Android but we’d beta test iPhone soon—today whiles I was teaching my classes. Now it was time to test out if it worked.

“Everyone has the app on their phone?” I asked.

My SUV brimmed with my family. Kimmie sat in the passenger seat, looking adorable in a pleated skirt and a tank top. With her red hair in pigtails and her petite body, my wife was passing for a high school student. My daughters were both in the back, hair in pigtails the way I liked it. With them were Britney and Vivian.

“Yes,” Kimmie said. “Though I don’t see any dots on the map.”

“The device’s not on, honey,” I said, sounding patient. “We have to install it here before we can test it.”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Just had a mom moment.”

“Vivian, turn it on.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaels.” She flipped a few switches. I glanced on my phone and then on the screen flashed:

New Device Detected

Syncing…

Syncing…

Synced

Dots started screen started popping into place. Each one had a hexadecimal code attached to them. I nodded my head in satisfaction. Hopefully, the control system using the app would work. Vivian and I had tested it a bit at the college with good success.

The dots in the car now had labels: Dean, Kimmie, Junebug, Dusk, Britney, and Vivian. Now more having to remember the codes.

“So we just touch the dots and then we can send them commands, Daddy?” June asked.

“Wait until we get the device installed before we do that,” I said. “We have equipment to carry.”

“Right, girls,” Kimmie said. “Grab the mind control device. June… be adorable.”

“I can carry this,” June said, lifting the bag that had the heavy UPS in it. I winced. That was the battery backup.

“No, no, I have that, Junebug,” I said as I climbed out of the car. I opened the SUV door and pulled the bag from my daughter. “It’s heavy.”

“Let your father be all manly,” Kimmie said. “That will make your pussy so wet.”

“Yes,” Dusk said. She cradled the mind control device in her arms. It was slightly more compact than the original. I was getting better at building them. There were limits, though. It needed powerful speakers to broadcast the sound, but it would be nice if it was portable.

Say, only a dozen yards range and affect those nearby. That might be interesting to explore with more capital.

I led the group into the mall, people streaming in and out oblivious to the impending test. I had found the exact center of the mall. It was the backroom of a sporting goods store. I headed in that direction, excitement rushing through me. Using smartphones as interfaces was a brilliant idea, and Vivian’s choice of utilizing touch screens and preprogrammed macros was amazing. But you could still type in commands the old fashioned way.

Just on a phone keyboard… Not ideal. I wasn’t one of my daughters who could type so fast on their devices.

In a few minutes, we strolled into the sporting goods store. I looked around and spotted an employee. I sat down the heavy UPS and whipped out my phone. I frowned and saw that he had already been given a label.

“Mr. Plaid Shirt?” I asked.

“He’s wearing a plaid shirt,” my youngest said.

“Have you been labeling people we come across?” I asked.

“Yep! There’s Ms. Tight Pants and Mr. Funny Mustache and Mrs. Big Boobies.”

“Is there a Mr. Big Boobies?” asked Britney. “Would he have big, saggy man titties?”

“Of course!”

I ignored the girls and ***********ed the dot before typing: Mr. Plaid shirt;follow Dean instructions

A simple enough command. I marched up to him. He didn’t know my name but when I said, “Take me to the back room and find me an outlet back there,” he answered, “Sure thing.”

Mr. Plaid Shirt turned, his shirt a riot of reds and greens and blues, and led us to the backroom without any hesitation. The mind-control sound waves working perfectly on him, along with the app. The rename even functioned.

“Good work, Vivian,” I said as the employee unlocked a nonde***********, blue door at the back of the store with a key. Then he opened it and led us inside.

“There’s a power plug over here,” he said, leading me past stacks of equipment to a small office.

“Your office?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Perfect.” My fingers typed: Mr. Plaid Shirt;ignore the mind control device and its peripherals, never touch it or interfere with it

I tapped the EXECUTE button, which Vivian had programmed to be large and green. It even had an animation where it appeared to be depressed. My phone clicked like mechanical switches had engaged.

She did great work.

It didn’t take long to get the device plugged into the UPS and that into the wall. I tucked it away deep beneath his desk by the power strip. From there, it would control all of the mall and a good swath of the parking lot.

June giggled.

I glanced at my phone to see a dot moving through the store labeled Ms. Cute Tits. I glanced at my youngest daughter. She just grinned at me. I didn’t know what she was up to. I logged into the administration features. Only I could do this setup on the device, to put in its default commands that would affect everyone.

I ***********ed: Restrict Boundary Mode, Incest Protocol, Arousal Protocol, and Obey Protocol.

Those would keep the effects limited to the mall’s boundaries itself, that everyone in the mall would think incest was okay, and that they would obey admin and platinum users. I was the admin. Platinum users were my wife, daughters, Vivian, and Britney. All they had to do was tell someone to do something, and they would be obeyed.

The arousal protocol would just let guys stay hard. Especially me.

The door to the back room opened and a young girl walked in. She was eighteen or so wearing a crop top that hugged her perky pair of tits. I glanced at my phone to see that this was, indeed, Ms. Cute Tits. The girl had a nametag on that proclaimed her to be Abigail and that she worked at Eighteen & Hot, a trendy clothing store. She had hip-hugging skinny jeans and a sway to her step, her blonde hair dancing around her face.

June tapped at her phone screen.

“Hello, Mr. Michaels,” Abigail said. She fell to her knees before me. “You look like you need a blowjob.”

June nodded in agreement, a big grin on her lips.

“I think I do,” I said. I glanced at the others. “Spread out through the mall. Have fun. We’ll meet in the food court in, oh, an hour or so. Find out how the tests went.”

Kimmie smiled at me. My wife had a naughty glint in my eyes. As Abigail began undoing my belt, all the others but June headed out to have their fun. My youngest daughter perched on Mr. Plaid Shirt’s desk, crossing her legs. She wore knee-high, white socks and looked so adorable. She beamed at me.

“You are such a loving and caring daughter, Junebug,” I said as Abigail undid my pants.

My daughter typed on her screen then tapped it hard. “Yes, she is,” Abigail said. “You’re lucky to have her and you should tell her that you love her every day.”

“I do love you, Junebug,” I said. “And I am lucky to have you.”

My daughter beamed at me while the cutie she mind-controlled pulled down my slacks and then my boxers. My cock popped out. Abigail grabbed my dick and then licked the tip of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the crown.

June squirmed as she watched the fun. Her eyes sparkled with such wicked mirth as Abigail’s ruby lips smooched around my tip. The pleasure rushed through me. It was such a delight to feel. My dick throbbed and ached. The heat swelled in me.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would pump my cum into the girl’s hungry mouth. It would be incredible. I groaned as she slid her lips over my dick and sucked. She nursed on me with passion. Her lips bobbed. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, my balls drinking in the pressure.

June typed something quickly on the screen.

TAP!

Abigail moaned around my cock. She hummed as she sucked on me. I groaned at the added thrill. I grinned at my daughter. She just smiled back at me, as radiant as the sun shining down upon the world on a summer day.

“You are amazing, Junebug,” I said.

“Daddy,” she gushed and squirmed in adorable embarrassment. “I just push buttons. You and Vivian did all of this. Enjoy! Cum down her throat. Then…” She typed something, her fingers a blur.

TAP!

“You’re going to enjoy what happens next. It’ll be hot. Right, Abigail?”

Abigail slid her mouth off to moan, “Right!”

Her mouth re-engulfed my cock. I groaned as the mind-controlled cutie bobbed her head. Her blonde hair swayed about her face. Her blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger. She nursed with passion, eager to guzzle down my cum. She would drink it all down.

Just love it.

I groaned, my dick throbbing. Aching. The heat swelled and swelled in my dick. The pressure rose to the tip as I enjoyed the blowjob. Especially with my daughter watching. She was so adorable. I just wanted to kiss her.

But I couldn’t move from this spot. I had Abigail’s hot mouth worshiping my dick.

And boy how she worshiped it. She gave an enthusiastic blowjob. She put her all into it. Sucking. Slurping. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue danced around the crown of my dick. She moaned, the vibrations humming around the sensitive tip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft.

Abigail wanted my cum. My daughter made sure of it.

My balls tensed. They filled up with the cum that I would spurt out into this cuties mouth. I would flood her with so much spunk. Just pump it all down her throat. It would be incredible. I would drown her in it. I would pump her mouth full of all that jizz. It would be amazing.

My cock throbbed and ached. My balls tensed with the cum that would spurt from my cock. That hot seed that she would swallow with hunger. I just knew it. June had made sure that I would enjoy “Ms. Cute Titties” blowjob.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Are you going to cum, Daddy?” June asked. She leaned forward, looking down at Abigail’s sucking at me with interest.

“Getting there, Junebug.”

“Goodie!”

Her legs kicked. Her pigtails danced. She spread her thighs slowly apart now. I groaned as her skirt rode up. I could see that shadowed promise, just making out her shaved pussy in the dim, fluorescent lighting. She had a wicked grin on her face now.

Abigail bobbed her head down my shaft before she sucked back up it. The pleasure shot down to my toes. I groaned, my balls aching from the pressure of her sucking mouth. My chest rose and fell, the pressure building and building.

“Fuck!” I snarled and erupted.

I pumped my cum into the mind-controlled slut’s mouth. Abigail sucked hard. She pumped her hand up and down my spurting dick, working out my cum. She gulped it down, groaning as she did so. She relished my spunk.

“Daddy, Daddy, flood her!” my daughter moaned.

“I am, Junebug!” I groaned, my cum pumping into the woman’s hungry mouth. She swallowed it all down. “I fucking am.”

“Yay!”

I hit the peak of my orgasm. I groaned as she sucked out the last of the cum from my balls. I panted, my body buzzing from the rapture. Abigail nursed a final time on my dick. And then she slid her mouth off of it.

“I need you to breed me!” she moaned. “I need you to breed me while I eat your cute daughter out.”

June let out a mock gasp of joy. “Oh, aren’t you so sweet! Of course, you can eat my yummy pussy while my daddy breeds you. I’m just so glad that you want to have his babies.”

“I do!” Abigail moaned as she stood up and unsnapped my jeans. “I’m so fucking wet for it.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement at the look of absolute joy on my daughter’s face. She beamed in delight. Her lips spread apart far and wide. She leaned back on the table and spread her legs apart even wider.

Pants rolling down her thighs, a black thong clinging to her pussy and vanishing into her butt-crack, Abigail spun around and bent over. She leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across my daughter’s thighs. She buried her face into my daughter’s snatch and licked.

As Abigail feasted, she yanked her thong to the side, revealing her shaved pussy gleaming between her thighs. A slit that was tight and ready to be fucked. I ached to ram into the eighteen-year-old cutie’s cunt and fuck her hard. I would pound her with such passion and breed her.

“Oh, Daddy, she’s being so nice to me,” June moaned as I lined up my cock at that tight pussy. “Isn’t she nice?”

“Yes, she is,” I said.

“So you should thank her by breeding her, Daddy.”

I winked at my adorable daughter and thrust.

I buried into Abigail’s pussy. I savored the feel of her wrapped around my dick. That hot, tight, juicy cunt that would have me spurting my cum into her and breeding her twat. It would be incredible. I would have such an amazing time spurting my jizz into her. Just pumping her full of all that spunk brimming in my balls.

My nuts smacked into the girl’s clit. She groaned into my daughter’s pussy, her cunt squeezing about my dick. I groaned, loving the feel of her snatch around me. That tight, hot flesh gripped me as I drew back.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I slammed back into her. My nuts smacked hard into her flesh. Her butt-cheeks jiggled.

“Oh, yes, yes, Daddy,” June moaned. Pleasure crossed my adorable daughter’s face. “She’s got her tongue so deep into my pussy. She’s just swirling around in me. She’s making me feel all kinds of naughty. Ooh, I love it!”

“I bet you do!” I groaned, pumping my hips into her snatch. “You’re going to cum so hard, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing.”

I thrust into Abigail’s pussy as she ate out June. I hammered Abigail hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her twat. I fucked the slut without restraint. I ached to unload in her. To pump her full of all that cum. To just spill the jizz in her. She would float in it.

I groaned, loving her pussy clenching down on my cock. Her pussy squeezed about me. The pleasure rippled through my body. I thrust away at her. I fucked her with skill and power. My hands grabbed her hips. I buried to the hilt in her again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, she’s devouring me!” June moaned. “Abigail’s just feasting on me. How’s her pussy?”

“Tight!” I growled, pumping away at the slut. “She’s hungry for my cum. She’s squeezing around me.”

“I want it!” moaned the slut, her twat clenching about me. “I want it so badly.”

“Good!” gasped my daughter. “You’ll get it. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to have my daddy’s baby!”

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick.

That was such a hot thing to hear from my daughter. It turned me on so much that she wanted me to knock up this hottie. I wanted it, too. I wanted to spread my seed far and wide. I buried to the hilt in Abigail’s pussy over and over.

Her juicy cunt gripped me. She undulated her hips, stirring that twat in slow circles around my cock and sending such rapture through my body. It was incredible to enjoy. The pleasure shot through my veins.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would fire spurt after spurt of cum into Abigail’s pussy. I smiled at my daughter, her pigtails swaying about her cute face. Her lower lip quivered as she whimpered. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her squeaks and gasps echoed through the room.

“Daddy, Daddy, she’s going to make me cum!”

“Good!” I groaned, driving to the hilt in Avery’s cunt. “I hope you explode. Just cum hard on her face.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” she moaned. Her face scrunched up. “Oh, Daddy, that’s so good. That’s amazing. I’m going to explode on her. I’m going to cum on her face. It’ll be so amazing.”

“Yes!” I groaned and buried to the hilt in her. “Oh, it will be! You’re going to cum so hard. Just drown her!”

“Drown me!” Abigail moaned, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “And breed me. I want your cum in me!”

“Breed her, Daddy!” June threw back her head. Her body trembled beneath her clothing. Then she cried out in rapture. “I’m cumming!”

“Fuck!” I snarled.

I fucked Abigail with all my strength. The blonde devoured my daughter’s cunt cream. June fell back onto her elbows, her head rubbing into the corkboard behind her. She knocked off a few thumbtacks. A piece of paper with a pie chart fluttered down to the desk behind her. She trembled. Whimpered.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! She’s licking me up. She’s drinking all my cream. Breed her. Breed her!”

“Yes!” Abigail moaned, her pussy clenching down around my dick. “Fuck!”

Her pussy went wild.

The eighteen-year-old girl’s fertile pussy spasmed with wild passion around my dick. That wonderful flesh sucked at me. I groaned and thrust forward. I buried to the hilt in her rippling flesh. I threw back my head and erupted into her.

I spurted blast after blast of cum into Abigail’s snatch. The pleasure slammed into my mind. It was incredible. Her pussy sucked at me. That writhing cunt milked my dick. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes. I gripped her hips as I unloaded all my jizz in her fertile pussy.

“You’re breeding her, Daddy!” squealed my daughter.

“I am!” I groaned, the rapture slamming into my mind. “Fuck, yes!”

“Oh, Daddy, Daddy!” my daughter panted. “I love your mind-control device.”

“Me, too,” I groaned as Abigail’s pussy sucked out the last of my cum. “Me, too, Junebug.”

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June “Junebug” Michaels

“I am so glad you let me eat your daughter and bred me, sir,” Abigail said as she adjusted her thong. Then she pulled her skinny jeans up her legs. “Shit, I have to get back to work.”

“Have a good day,” I said, brimming from the way I shivered. I grabbed my phone and tapped her dot. A command prompt appeared. A list of pre-***********ed codes showed up in a list on the side that I could choose from so I didn’t have to type to get her to lick my pussy or suck on my titties. There was a whole list of things. Strip naked. Masturbate. Beg to be fucked. Spanked. To eat pussy. Suck dick. To be bred. Vivian did such wonderful work.

I typed: Tell everyone how Dean bred you and how happy that makes you

TAP!

I loved how the green button made that clicking sound when I pushed it. Abigail had such a huge smile on her face as she headed out. As the door closed, I heard her say, “I was just bred by Dean and that makes me so happy.”

Daddy shook his head in amusement as he pulled up his boxers and slacks.

I just beamed at him, hopped off the table, and took his arm. “So, what should we do now?”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Find girls for you to breed, Daddy!” I squealed. “I want to have so many brothers and sisters. We can have a huge family.”

Daddy smiled at me. “I love you, Junebug.”

My insides melted from all the happiness. I bounced in place, giggling and gasping, my pigtails swaying. I loved my daddy so much. I just knew that he had bred me and he would knock up all these other cuties.

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Eve “Dusk” Michaels

“What should we do?” I asked Mom as we stared out at the mall.

“Mmm, see that Black guy,” Mom said, glancing at a tall and hunky guy walking by. Before I became Daddy’s slut, I would be so wet for him. “Wouldn’t it be hot to get him to fuck a wife in front of her husband. Make some hot interracial and cuckolding porn right here in the mall.”

“You are fucked up, Mom,” I said. “Let’s do it!”

“That’s my girl. We’ll get all hot and bothered and then run off to your father so he can fuck us hard. Nothing like some porn to get your juices flowing so you can go wild on your man.”

“And what if we got some hotties to eat us out while we watched?” I asked, my pussy aching for a cum.

“You read my mind, Dusk.” Mom bumped her hip into mine. “I love going shopping with you.”

I nodded. This test was so hot. I was so glad Daddy made the mind-control device. My fingers tapped a dot. It was time to have fun.

To be continued…

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Cal, Sara and Darcy’s adventure continues

So this is a continuation of the series The Arrangement written by WideGurth2112…we are one and the same. Hope you enjoy Chapter three. Sorry it took awhile to get this done. i think I’ve gotten my groove back…

As I lay looking into the sky, I couldn’t believe the luck that had befallen on me. I’m just a simple man, that loves his wife and I all of a sudden felt like the king of the world. I had not only one, but two beautiful women that truly loved me. Even better was the fact that they were insatiable, caring and amazing lovers. I had never dreamt…okay…I had dreamt of Darcy from time to time, but never like this and with the approval of my wife to boot? It was truly an amazing set of circumstances I had found myself in.

Darcy had nodded off to sleep and as I looked at her body snuggled next to mine, I couldn’t wait for more with her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife’s pussy but Darcy’s was amazing. It was familiar but different all in the same breath. I gently stroked Darcy’s hair from her face and gently moved my hand down her sides. She slowly began to open her eyes and I felt as though she was staring through my soul. It felt good…it felt like love…and it felt amazing.

“I love you Darcy,” was all I could say. “I know, you big dummy!” she exclaimed back to me as her smile widened and began to look a bit devilish as her hand wandered down my chest and gently caressed my rod.

“What do you have in mind little girl?” I said in a sarcastic tone back to her. She scowled at me and squeezed my cock coaxing it back to have mast. “My, my, my,” she said as she giggled. “I think little Cal,” as I interrupted, “Little Cal!”

“Okay…big Cal,” she said as I smiled back at her and rubbed her left breast. “You want some more of this?” she said and moved her hand over her body like a spokes-model for a cheesy game show showing you fabulous prizes.

I brushed her hair from her face and kissed her deeply. Our tongues mingled together and swirled around. She had returned to my cock making it harder and harder. “You can have all of this Cal, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said as she continued stroking me back to full attention. “I’ll do anything for you and Sis.”

My lips heeded her words from escaping. She had me from the time she dropped her dress. The fact that I was here and this young girl wanted me to impregnate her. She craved my seed and not only that, she wanted to have our children. She wanted to help her sister, she wanted to help me and she had me!
As we continued the embraced I pulled her on top of me. As she raised herself up pushing against my chest, I was in awe of her lovely breasts. There was no sag to them at all. She looked amazing as the last few streams of sunlight from the day illuminated her body. She instinctively grabbed my cock and guided it inside her. Although this time was less frantic that the previous, it felt just as intense. As I entered her, her eyes began to roll back in her head as she closed her eyes. It was as if she was engulfing my soul inside her. My cock felt at home inside her velvety walls. I could feel our juices intermingling as she set a rhythm and began to gently bounce on my cock. To see her breasts sway over the top of me was a site to behold. I now know what it must have been like for Marco Polo to see the Great Wall of China or Columbus when he spotted land after sailing for months across the ocean. It was more than intense, it was a religious experience.

My hands moved to her ass to bring her hips down on me. I needed to full her completely. It was as if I couldn’t get far enough inside her. She moaned with increasing pleasure as her hips seemed to beg me to fill her.

“Ohhhh my God! That feels sooooo good,” she said as she kissed me hard and shoved her tongue inside my mouth and swirled it around.

My body pulled up to meet hers as my hands steadied her position against me. She looked at me dead in the eye as our legs intertwined. I looked at her back. She bit her lip as I increased the pace. Our eyes were locked. She pulled me close to her so our heads were touching. My member continued its assault on her insides. I could feel her muscles pulling me hard. Our eyes never darted away. I could tell that she was beginning her accent to higher peaks. She briefly looked to the sky and laughed and returned her gaze at me. I kissed her hard. Our breaths quickened as my hands continued to pull her hips forward and back.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moaned as my right hand began to tickle her asshole. A spark of electricity shot through her body as her eyes opened wide as my forefinger quickly sank inside her.
“oh…ewwww….yes…ummmmmmm! That feels so good.”

I could feel her insides twitching and tightening. My finger inside her, my cock inside her…it felt so good, erotic, dirty and completely insane.

“Oh my god, Oh my god,” she screamed. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!

“Yes baby…yes my love…cum for me,” I retorted and continued pulling her hips back and forth as my finger sank deeper and deeper inside her. I could feel her anus squeezing tightly as my balls began to well up. My head felt dizzy for a second as Darcy grabbed my face and kissed me hard on the lips. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a guttural “ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” as if she was yelling to my cum and coaxing it through my body. With that…I let go, I felt my seed spew inside her. I didn’t think I had anything left from our last session but as my cock emptied what seemed like a liter of cum inside her, Darcy then cam all over me.

Her pussy simply released and body contorted as she squeezed me hard, her juices flowed across my cock and over my balls. The fluids were gushing and gushing. It felt so wonderful to feel this amazing sensation.

“Oh ,my god….yesssssssss!” Darcy screamed into the night air as she squeezed me tighter and then finally relented. Her limp body collapsed onto mine as she tried to catch her breath. My finger escaped her asshole gently as I pulled her closer and closer to me engulfing her tiny frame against me. She looked at me, I looked at her and we kissed. As we released our lips, she only muttered, “I’ve never done that before,” referring to her squirting. “That was amazing,” she continued. “I can’t believe that happened. You’re definitely a keeper and a naughty boy at that, she paused. “I like that!”

I laughed at her as we lay on the blanket for another 30 minutes or so. We gathered our things and walked naked hand in hand back to the house to find Sara stretched sleeping on the couch, naked, awaiting our return.

Such a beautiful site to see, my wife awaiting our return. I had some misgivings about disturbing her, but Darcy let the screen door slam behind her. Sara awoke with a stretch and a smile emerged across her face.

“Well, well, well,” she said as she shrugged off her cat nap and arose to come and greet us. “How was he sis?” she asked.

“Amazing, just like you said.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I took my wife in my arms, hugged and kissed her. I was surprised as Darcy came in to hug and kiss us as well. There we stood, naked as the day we came into this world, the three of us in an embrace. This was turning out to be the best day of my life.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up,” Sara said as she took us both by the ends and lead us upstairs. Thankfully we had installed a spa tub that could accommodate all of us and it was all ready for us as we rounded into the master bath. Candles were lit, the tub was full of bubbles, soft music was playing and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket with three glasses.

“What a treat,” I said as Sara and Darcy as they stepped into the tub never once not holding hands. They sat beside each other and Sara said, “I love you little sister. You’re an amazing friend. Thank you for allowing us to share you in the way. We are going to be so happy together.” With that Darcy leaned into Sara, they embraced and then began kissing. Not just regular kissing mind you. They were long, fluid kisses like they had done this before.

I was a bit in shock at this site, but after today, I figured just about anything was possible. They unlocked themselves from their loving embrace and looked over to me. “Cal,” Sara said. “We have another surprise for you.”

“Ooookay,” I said looking a bit puzzled. “Darcy is not actually my sister.” My mouth must have hit the floor, because Darcy laughed for a second and then began to clarify.” She is my sister in that we grew up together but we only share one parent.”

“But, I thought your parents were married forever?” I asked in a puzzling tone and picked up the champagne bottle.

“Well, she’s actually my half-sister. We share the same father but we have two different moms.

“Aunt Gabby?” I said?

“You catch on quick” Darcy said as she looked at Sara to continue the story.

“Yes, my mom could only have one child and that was me. Infertility in some women after the first child is common in our family. I suppose that I was the only one for it to affect in the first-place. So, to say that this is an odd situation with us, it’s really not that odd for me and Darcy at all. And, even though we’re part sisters, Darcy and I have always had a ‘special’ relationship. We’ve always shared everything. Darcy and I were each other’s first kiss, we lost our cherries to each other and now we’re sharing you as our husband. We couldn’t be happier about this.”

“Uhhhhhhh, okay!” I said a little bit in disbelief. I then came to my senses and blurted out, “Well, I’m just glad we can all share this together. I love you both. I loved Sara first and I’m now in love with Darcy too.
What’s there not to like?”

With that, they laughed and I waded myself into the water and Darcy and Sara both lunged at me to hug me. They both showered me with kisses and told me how much they loved me and that they were both so happy.

Sara began to wash my neck and stomach. Sara washed my legs and then my cock which, to my shock, was beginning to get hard again.

“Well, well, well. Looks like we’re ready for more, eh Cal,” Sara asked as she gently bathed my cock with her soapy, warm hand.

“He’s a totally ready.” Darcy said as she kissed me on the lips which sent shockwaves through my body and my cock began to beg for more attention.

Sara continued her stroking and cupped water to clean it and wash it off. She gently caressed and washed my balls as well with expert skill.

Darcy was busy washing herself and sat up on the ledge of the tub and used her hand to cup water to her swollen labia. I could see her clit barely sticking through as she gazed at her sister as she teased and played with my cock. A look of lust flushed across Darcy’s face as she wantonly gazed at her sister. She spread the lips of her sweet box apart and began to play with the little nub that protruded lewdly for all of us to see. My cock came more to attention as Sara moved across the tub to inspect Darcy more closely.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as Darcy, without hesitation, began to wildly suck and lick her sister’s outer lips and quickly engulfed her clitoris in her mouth. Darcy almost stood straight up if it weren’t for Sara holding her down to the tub.

“Ohhhh my gosh. That is sooooo good! Suck on my clit sissy….suck it good,” she screamed as Sara continued her assault.

I moved in behind Sara and took a look at her gorgeous ass. It was perfect as she protruded it out towards me. Darcy then sat down into the water and leaned her back against the tub and lifted her pussy up to meet Sara’s waiting tongue. As we repositioned ourselves and got comfortable I ran my hand up and down Sara’s ass. Her cheeks were the exact right plumpness. I instinctively smacked the right and then left cheeks. This sent a lightning bolt through Sara’s body which then transferred itself to Darcy’s now writhing body. Darcy was actually face-fucking Sara as I positioned my cock to meet Sara’s delightful ass.

The site of the sister’s enjoying one another along with the sloshes of water, moans of pleasure emitted into the room, I drive my cock deep inside my wife’s sweet box. She was slick with water and her juices invited me in. She turned for a brief second and said, “Fuck me hard Cal. I want you to fuck that pussy hard,” she begged as I sped the pace, not wanting to disappoint her command.”
As I rammed in and out of her, she steadied herself against the tub and began humming against Darcy’s pussy. This drove Darcy out of her mind. I wasn’t sure I could cum again but after seeing these two beautiful, naked treasures before me. However, I found new life as I felt cum begin to well-up inside my balls.

Darcy urged me on. “Fuck her! Oh god, that feels so good. Fuck her Cal. Cum in my sister’s pussy so I can suck it all out of her!”

I was amazed at Darcy’s smutty mouth. I’d never known her to use such language as this and it turned me on. I felt as though my cock was larger and thicker as I felt the cum begin to flow urgently down the shaft. As I pumped and pumped my wife harder and harder, the tops of her nipples flung themselves and undulated in and out of the water as she continued to work feverishly on Darcy’s cunt.

“I’m cumming!” Darcy screamed as Sara let out a moan that let me know that she was close too. My seed then splashed inside of Darcy and she released a low guttural “ohhhhhhhhh,” so loud that I thought the walls of our bathroom would collapse. Her muscles milked my cock almost sucking it as my seed spilled inside her.

“Don’t move,” Darcy said as she quickly moved in beside me and pulled my cock from her sister’s sweetness. Sara moved her body forward to make room for Darcy as she stuck her tongue inside her sister and began to suck the sticky cum from her insides. It was an amazingly erotic site to behold. As she plunged her tongue inside, she grabbed my cock and licked the head, bit spilling one drop as she alternated between the two organs.

With that, I simply collapsed in the tub, making a thundering splash. If I had any strength left in me I might have screamed “Cannonball…” I was spent. I leaned back in the tub and as I closed my eyes, I saw Darcy and Sara kissing and tonguing each other like two hungry baby animals for their mother’s milk.

More to cummmmm……(maybe)

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Kelly’s story continues, Jennifer pushes Kelly further than she’s gone before, including an interesting meal at the restaurant…

Kelly’s Awakening – Part Two

A quick recap, but I really recommend reading the first story as it may seem confusing….In the first story we I told you about Kelly and Jennifer, they split up after Jennifer purposely hurt her by fucking her brother, breaking her heart….Now, flashback to the first time they met eachother at Kelly’s front door. I’m in the process of telling you how Kelly and Jennifer behaved as a couple and, eventually, I’ll tell you why Jennifer was so mean….enjoy the second part.

[This story directly continues from the first, picking up from about seven months before the split up, shortly after Kelly and Jennifer became lovers,]

In a very short time Kelly had realized exactly what Jennifer was like; she was highly sexual and very possessive. She took Kelly to meet her two sisters once, Amy and Bianca, and she’d asked her new girlfriend what she thought of them. Kelly had said they seemed nice and they were cute, that turned out to be the wrong answer and Jennifer became certain that Kelly desired her sisters! Bianca was only 18 and Amy was 19, the thought had never (well…maybe a couple of times) occurred to her. It had taken a long time to convince her and, unsurprisingly, Kelly wasn’t taken to see the sisters anymore. It was a shame because Kelly got on really well with them and it would’ve been nice to have a couple of new friends. But Jennifer said no and, Kelly learned, what Jennifer decided was final.

Kelly also discovered that Jennifer was quite the exhibitionist; she always wore tight fitting clothes and had her legs on display. Sometimes that wasn’t enough and once, about 3 months into their relationship, she lured Kelly to a restaurant, Jennifer told her to dress sexy and, as usual, Kelly obeyed. She had worn a tight top with a bra that shoved her breasts up, and a flimsy white skirt that came to her knees. She thought she looked sexy enough but Jennifer wasn’t impressed.

Jennifer herself was wearing a tight blue top with no bra, her breasts were barely contained and threatened to pop out at any moment. Her midriff was bare from just below her breasts to the top or her skirt that hung low on her hips. Her mini skirt was so short; the hemline was around her thighs, barely covering her rear! Kelly wondered how she’d managed to get here without being molested, but then she noticed the long overcoat hanging over the back of her chair, the kind that goes right down to your feet, obviously she’d worn it to the meeting place. At least she had some sense!

Jennifer had stood up to greet her but she was clearly disappointed, she slumped down in her chair and crossed her legs, showing off her long legs, when she sat down her skirt rode up further so she was almost sat on her bare behind! All the men had noticed her, and she loved the attention.

“Oh my god, Jennifer what are you wearing?!” Kelly was gob smacked by her lover’s behaviour.

“Well at least I made an effort,” she replied sarcastically. Kelly was astonished.

“I did try, I know you said to dress sexy, but I didn’t realize you meant it like…like that,” said Kelly, glaring at the hemline of Jennifer’s micro skirt. As she sat down, her foot nudged a bag under the table, “I thought I looked nice.”

“You do look nice, but I wanted to have some fun with you today, I actually guessed this might happen so I bought you some clothes on my way here,” she gestured towards the bag at Kelly’s feet.

“Oh…right, what kind?” Kelly asked, suddenly very nervous.

“My kind,” Jennifer said with a wink. “Go to the bathroom and get changed.”

“But…but all these people will see,” Kelly stammered.

“They won’t see you when you sit here, we’re right at the back and the tablecloth will cover you,” Jennifer knew she’d get what she wanted and her playful grin never left her lips. “Go to the bathroom with the bag and get changed, but, you can only wear what’s in the bag.”

“I’m really not sure,” Kelly said, her shyness coming back to haunt her.

“Look, I thought you loved me, you said you’d do anything for me, so why can’t you do this?” Jennifer looked hurt but, even though Kelly knew it was fake emotion, she didn’t want to lose her first real girlfriend. So Kelly stood up and picked up the bag, dreading what might, or might not, be in there.

“Remember, only wear what’s in the bag, put your clothes in the bag when you’re done,” Jennifer instructed, her hurt feelings seemed to be miraculously subsiding. Kelly nodded and walked to the bathroom, she briefly looked back to see Jennifer smiling at her as she went.

Kelly entered one of the small cubicles to get changed, her hands shook as she removed her top and bra, then she pushed the skirt down to her ankles leaving her wearing only her panties. She opened the bag and saw two pieces of material; they were purple with specks of glitter on them. Kelly pulled the ‘clothing’ out to examine it closer. The top was little more than a bikini top; it wrapped around her breasts and fastened at the back with a loop at the top which went around her neck. It took a while to arrange it so her breasts didn’t fall out, it didn’t offer much cleavage at the top but the hem line of it stopped right below her breasts, she had to be careful because it was clearly too small for her and if she tossed her head back the loop around her neck would pull the loose fabric up and her breasts could easily pop out of the bottom. She finally got it to a point where the bottoms of her breasts were just out of sight, the strap that went around the back held it fairly steady.

Next, Kelly pulled out the glittering skirt, she couldn’t bring herself to remove her panties, she hoped that maybe Jennifer wouldn’t notice, and then she pulled the skirt up her smooth legs, over her shins, calves, knees, mid-thigh and upper thigh. It was just as short as Jennifer’s skirt and just barely covered her rear. She had to pull it down so it sat low on her hips, just above the crack of her arse, in order to cover herself. Kelly was in no doubt that she looked like a slut, no question about it, she wanted to put her own clothes on but she knew how disappointed her girlfriend would be.

Kelly and Jennifer had only been seeing each other for about three months and she didn’t want to lose whatever it was they had, even if it meant dressing up for her. So, she took a deep breath, which was a mistake because that made her right tit fall out of the top! She tried to tell herself to stop being so childish, after all she was a grown up, why shouldn’t she wear sexy clothes and have a bit of fun? That mini surge of confidence evaporated when she opened the cubicle door and saw herself in the long mirror. Kelly didn’t dare look at herself for long though, or she would’ve backed out, instead she just opened the bathroom door and strode out into the restaurant, when she looked towards their table she could see Jennifer smiling wider than Kelly had ever seen!

As Kelly walked towards their table at back she noticed some men would look at her then look away quickly, but it wasn’t just men with girlfriends that looked away sharply, men on their own would refuse to look a second time. Of course, the problem was that Kelly looked still looked pretty young and, she figured, if they thought she was underage or something they would do their best to avoid looking, probably in case she screamed or something like some girls do. Of course, the more likely reason was that no one wanted to be caught staring by anybody else and be branded as a pervert!

Kelly arrived at the table and put the bag of clothes on the floor again. She sat down trying to stop the mini skirt riding up but it was a useless battle, she felt the cushion on the lower part of her buttocks and crossed her legs, now it was her turn to show off, whether she wanted to or not!

As she attempted to get comfy without showing off too much a waiter approached them, he offered them a menu while clearly leering at both women, Jennifer was loving the attention she was getting, even if it was from a man, Kelly just felt embarrassed and dearly wanted to get out of this place.

“Jennifer, can we go? Please,” Kelly asked, mildly panicking.

“I thought you might enjoy it, you’re always saying you’re not confident in your body, but just look around. Every man, and probably most of the women here are just dying to fuck you,” she said with a wicked grin, as if this was something she’d done for her girlfriend and not herself. “I dressed this way so you wouldn’t feel like you’re on your own when we go back home.”

“You want me to wear this outside!?” Kelly stammered. “We’ll be attacked!”

“Don’t be silly, the bus stop is a 5 minute walk away and it stops at the end of my road, I want you to realize how beautiful you are and the best way to prove it is for you to see how people react around you.” She did her best to sound sincere. “So how about it? A quick drink here, we’ll be able to see the bus pull in from this window, when it does we’ll just get straight on.”

“Can’t I at least put my skirt back on?” She asked, hoping to compromise.

“Is it in the bag?” Jennifer asked, reaching for it under the table.

“Yeah, there was nowhere else to put it, why?” Kelly asked. Jennifer retrieved the bag and looked inside, then Kelly heard a sound that made her heart sink, Jennifer was ripping something in the bag.

“Oh Jennifer no, please don’t,” Kelly whined.

“Listen Kelly, I’ll take good care of you, I swear! Just trust me; I’m trying to help you. I love you, let me do this for you baby,” Jennifer was almost crying. Maybe, Kelly thought, just maybe she was genuinely trying to help and suddenly felt incredibly guilty.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” Kelly said softly although she wasn’t actually sure why she was apologising, a feeling she’d gotten used to over the last few months.

When Jennifer wanted something from her, she’d take it, the more it happened, the more Kelly felt like some kind of sex toy. An object to be used by this woman, but Kelly loved her; she had been her first…her only lover. Jennifer had introduced her to so many new things. When she thought about these things later she realized that, once again, the new experiences had mainly been for Jennifer’s benefit, not hers. Jennifer had been the one to break her hymen too, she’d worn a strap on dildo and gently fucked her and, while squeezing her hand to brace for the pain, she pushed through the little barrier. Kelly had cried out as it bled but, at last, she’d got it over with.

At the time Kelly thought Jennifer had done something very kind for her, but as time went by it became more obvious that she wanted to use dildos and vibrators on her pussy. Despite all these things, that may have sent a stronger person leaving the relationship, she stayed. Her loyalty was shaken at times but Jennifer would always win her over again.

Kelly budged up on her seat so she sat right next to Jennifer; she stroked her long hair while the older woman ‘gathered’ herself. Soon though, after another miraculous emotional recovery, the two women started talking to each other and for a little while Kelly forgot about her appearance. That, however, worked against her because when she reached up to stroke her lover’s hair one her breasts began to poke out beneath the tiny top she wore.

Jennifer giggled and pulled her top down to cover it, when Kelly realized what had happened she tried to see the funny side and forced a giggle.

“See, it’s not so bad, we’re just two gorgeous women having a laugh, dressing up and giggling, it’s what girls are meant to do,” Jennifer said. When she smiled Kelly couldn’t resist smiling back.

“Ok,” said Kelly. “I wish you hadn’t ripped my skirt though.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, really I am, I wasn’t thinking straight. Forgive me?” Jennifer’s apology seemed genuine.

“Yeah, but you owe me a pretty skirt,” Kelly said playfully.

“Deal,” said Jennifer as she leant forward towards Kelly. She wanted a kiss, but Kelly shyly backed off, Jennifer looked so disappointed that, guilt ridden again, Kelly leant back towards her and their lips gently touched. While they were kissing, Kelly felt Jennifer’s hand running up her bare thigh. It made her jump and she quickly pulled her lips away from Jennifer’s so she could look around to see if anyone was watching.

“Shhh its ok baby,” Jennifer whispered with her lips right next to Kelly’s ear. She gently rubbed her soft thigh, “No one can see what we’re doing, the table is in the way after all and…wait… are those panties?” Jennifer’s hand had gone up Kelly’s skirt and felt the silky fabric that covered her pussy lips.

“Umm, sorry,” Kelly said sheepishly. “I ran out of confidence.” Jennifer wasn’t upset, in fact she giggled a little.

“Ah I see, well they’ll have to come off, my panties are in a bin somewhere, and if I can do it I’m sure you can, for me,” to prove her point, Jennifer took hold of Kelly’s hand and guided it beneath her own little skirt. Kelly could feel the bare skin and soft lips of her girlfriend’s pussy on her fingertips, heightening her arousal as much as Jennifer’s.

“Ok,” Kelly didn’t want to see Jennifer get emotional again, real or fake, so she started to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Jennifer asked.

“To the bathroom, you want me to take them off right?”

“You can do it here, I told you; the table is in the way.” They were sat behind a wooden table but the cloth didn’t reach to the bottom so if anyone looked closely enough they’d get quite an eyeful!

Reluctantly, Kelly slowly uncrossed her legs and raised herself off the seat; she ran her hands up and underneath her skirt and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties. She looked up before pulling them down and was mortified to see two men staring at her from the other side of the restaurant, there was no way that they could see much from there but, Kelly thought, they’d probably guess what she was doing.

Worse than the two ogling men though, was that a couple of tables away an old couple were sat with their meal, she could only see the back of the woman but on the chair opposite the man could see almost everything! She was about to sit back down and forget the whole thing but Jennifer, impatient as always, decided to ‘help’ her. Her hand ran right underneath the young woman’s skirt and yanked the panties down! When they slid down to her knees she quickly sat back down, after pulling them off her ankles she crossed her legs to hide her bare pussy from everyone’s invasive eyes.

Both of the girls were laughing, Kelly’s laughter was forced out but eventually she did see the funny side and joined in with her girlfriend’s giggles.

“Well? Do you feel sexy yet?” Jennifer asked.

“I guess, I don’t know, I feel…I feel so exposed! I’ve never worn anything like this, not outdoors anyway,” Kelly admitted. She felt like a slut, she looked like a prostitute and she was aware that if a group of men raped them people would say ‘well, going around in tiny skirts and no underwear, what do they expect?!’

She was scared, the two men still stared at them and she was frightened to look at them too much, in case they took it as an invitation to come and speak to them. Jennifer, however, seemed totally oblivious to the potential dangers and was perfectly happy to be looked at; her attention was focused on Kelly for now though.

“I going to be honest with you Kelly, last night I had a fantasy. We were in a public place like this and wearing these kinds of clothes and, well, I ate your pussy under the table.” Jennifer said with no anxiety in her voice at all!

“So this, all of this was about fulfilling a fantasy? You should have told me, I would have been prepared!” Kelly wasn’t surprised, she was just angry at being kept in the dark.

“You would’ve said ‘no’ and, I really wanted to share my fantasy with you,” said Jennifer.

“So what happens now?” Kelly asked.

“Now,” she said while casually stroking Kelly’s thigh, “now I’m going to make love to you.” Her wicked grin came back to her soft lips. Despite her fear, Kelly couldn’t deny that she was turned on! Her pussy was moistening as the air touched her bare lips. In that moment Kelly wanted it to happen; she uncrossed her legs and slightly parted her thighs, allowing easier access for Jennifer’s probing fingers.

Delighted by her girlfriend’s willingness, Jennifer moved even closer to Kelly and slid her hand further up the sweet blonde’s leg. With no silky barrier to halt her progress this time, her fingertips found their way up to Kelly’s moist centre. Jennifer didn’t care if anyone saw her; she only cared about one thing: satisfaction.

Kelly leant back and closed her eyes, as she did she felt her top pull up; the curves of her breasts were visible beneath the thin and flimsy material. She didn’t dare open her eyes in case there was an audience! She felt Jennifer’s lips close to hers and opened her mouth, and then she felt Jennifer’s soft tongue slide between her lips. The women kissed slowly; there was a soft passion as their lips met each other which sent shivers through Kelly’s body.

Jennifer ran her fingertips along her moist lips; it took a great effort for Kelly to resist vocalising her pleasure, she knew that they had to be quiet if they were to have any chance of remaining undetected. She gently moaned but it was muffled my Jennifer’s tender kiss. Jennifer pulled away from Kelly’s lips and ran her hands over her exposed midriff.

Kelly’s eyes were still closed, she allowed Jennifer to do whatever she wished, determined to enjoy the experience. Jennifer had taken her hand away from her aching pussy and now she felt soft hands on her stomach. Kelly almost cried out when she felt Jennifer’s lips on the exposed flesh of her breast. The bottom half of her breast was visible but, thankfully, her nipple was covered. Jennifer didn’t expose her girlfriend’s tits; she just kissed the soft mounds until she saw the nipple poking through the fabric.

Kelly felt her nipples harden, the sensitive flesh rubbed against the thin material and, once again, she had to suppress her pleasure. Jennifer leant further down and kissed her stomach, her tongue danced around her navel.

“Are you ready for this?” Jennifer asked as she gently eased Kelly’s knees apart.

“Mmmm I…I don’t know…,” Kelly felt like she was floating above the table, looking down on herself, she allowed Jennifer to open her legs further.

“I want to lick your pussy baby, just like in my fantasy, please let me live my fantasy,” Jennifer pleaded. Kelly finally opened her eyes and scanned the room, no one seemed to have noticed, the old guy had his head bowed which mad Kelly wonder if his wife, assuming the elderly woman was his wife, had found out what he was looking at over her shoulder and gave him a telling off!
Then she looked down at Jennifer and nodded, giving her permission to do whatever it was she wanted to. Kelly leant back again with her eyes closed, not daring to look around again in case the scene had changed. When she leant back her top slid up again but, this time, it rose over her nipples and exposed her breasts to anyone who cared to look. Kelly didn’t notice until she felt Jennifer’s mouth close around her left breast.

Jennifer sucked on Kelly’s tit briefly but then pulled the material back over them; she had other things to do. She moved in front of Kelly and knelt on the floor between the girl’s knees. She put her hands on her thighs and pushed the little skirt up; Kelly lifted her rear off the seat so Jennifer could push it right up around her waist. Kelly wasn’t too concerned about her pussy being exposed because Jennifer’s body would be blocking out the view.

Jennifer looked at the inviting and moist pussy in front of her, this 20 year old girl had ‘given herself’ to her, just like her dream last night. She was in a squatting position now instead kneeling, if made her own little skirt bunch up around her hips but she didn’t care if anyone saw her naked arse. Jennifer was using one hand to stroke Kelly’s inner thigh, and she used her other hand to rub her own wet lips.

Kelly felt Jennifer’s warm breath on her bald pussy and braced herself; Jennifer parted her girlfriend’s beautiful and moist lips with her fingers and softly kissed the little pink clitoris that was proudly standing erect, again Kelly had to try to control herself and not do anything to draw attention, like screaming out loud. Meanwhile, Jennifer’s other hand was busy rubbing her own pussy, not wanting to waste time, she plunged two fingers inside herself, rhythmically entering her pussy. She felt like she was in heaven! Her tongue danced around Kelly’s clitoris, and then she eased a finger inside her hole, hoping the girl wouldn’t cry out.

Kelly really wanted to scream now as Jennifer’s finger penetrated her body, she was going to have an orgasm in a restaurant! She fought to contain herself as she squirmed on the seat; her top had totally ridden up over her breasts and rather than pulling the fabric back down she brought her hands down and cupped and massaged them, her arousal grew as she closed in on her climax. Jennifer was close to breaking point too, she fiercely pounded her dripping wet pussy with her fingers, leaving little droplets on the posh carpet beneath the table. Today, in the restaurant, Jennifer was only interested in eating pussy. Then she added a second finger inside Kelly’s little cunt, fucking her as hard as she was fucking herself.

It was that second finger that pushed Kelly over the edge, her desperate attempts to lessen the size of her orgasm failed, and her body started to tingle and spasm. The wave of warm energy hadn’t been this intense since the very first time they’d had sex. As Kelly was reaching her apex, Jennifer was also at the point of no return, her body needed release its energy, she needed something more, more than her pounding fingers, more than having her tongue inside a woman’s dripping pussy. As Kelly rode the huge orgasmic wave that pulsed out, Jennifer suddenly got off the floor and straddled Kelly’s left leg! She rubbed her pussy up and down, humping the young woman’s leg like a horny dog, and finally she leant over Kelly’s body and grabbed her right breast and covered the girl’s mouth with her own and, while passionately kissing, the had their mind numbing orgasms together.

Jennifer’s pussy released its fluids on to Kelly’s thigh, and, in turn, Kelly’s own wetness dripped from the seat. They both fought for breath and muffled each other’s cries with their mouths. Eventually both women settled down, as Jennifer removed herself from Kelly’s leg, the younger woman dreaded opening her eyes, who could be watching? Was the elderly couple there? Were the two men that eyed them up waiting for their turn?

She slowly opened her eyes and…nothing, the elderly couple had left and the men who were looking at them before were nowhere to be seen, scanning the room it seemed none of the patrons had noticed their antics. She caught sight of a group of men outside and her heart sank, five men, all between 20 and 30 were watching them through a window, she hadn’t even noticed the window before! If she’d seen it she would have insisted they go somewhere else! Kelly and Jennifer sorted their clothes out so they were no longer flashing their pussy and tits. They both looked out the window again and saw the men, they were clapping! The men had watched them all the way through and now they were applauding them. It was so unexpected that Kelly and Jennifer burst out laughing, Jennifer even waved at them!

A few moments later a man in a suit was walking towards them, and he didn’t look happy at all.

“Excuse me ladies, I’m here to ask you to leave. You’ve disturbed some of our guests with your…inappropriate behaviour.”

They didn’t argue, however Kelly did manage to convince Jennifer to call a taxi to take them home, the men outside were still there and she didn’t feel like being molested! The manager allowed them to wait until the taxi arrived and then escorted them to the car. He was about 6 feet and 6 inches tall so the men who had waited for them outside were left disappointed. They each kissed each other goodnight in the taxi and went to their separate homes; Kelly had never actually spent a full night with Jennifer, in fact, Kelly had never even seen her bed, all their ‘encounters’ were either at Kelly and Ariel’s place or, like this time, outdoors.

After the first seven months of their relationship it was obvious to Kelly, and Ariel, that she had become something of a plaything, something to be toyed with or simply used for Jennifer’s sexual needs. Unfortunately, Kelly still loved her, she was still her first and only love and the thought of being without her was terrifying! She’d be alone again. It wasn’t the sex that kept her from ending it, she was happiest when they just talked or watched a movie together, although that happened quite rarely by now. It was that she knew, without Jennifer, she’d have no one to love her. Of course there was Ariel, but that was a different kind of love.

The so-called adventures that Kelly and Jennifer ‘shared’ over the remaining weeks of their relationship were always more about Jennifer than Kelly. It would always be Kelly who was knelt on the floor pleasuring Jennifer, and it became something of a novelty when Kelly did get some attention or gratification. Despite the treatment she was given, Kelly had become confident in herself and her body, she knew she was desirable to other people, especially men unfortunately, but she wasn’t really interested in showing off or becoming a ‘prick tease.’ The only person she wanted to impress was Jennifer.

Maybe it was female intuition, or a premonition, either way Kelly began to have a strong feeling that their relationship was close to an end.

* * * * * * * * * * * *
[Present day]

After the phone call from Jennifer that day, 9 months after they got together, Kelly’s feelings were justified and, according to Jennifer, it was all Kelly’s fault!

The strange thing was that it was all coincidental. Kelly had been walking around town with Ariel a few days ago, hoping that getting her out the house might perk her up. It worked perfectly and, in the sunshine, they looked in different shops, tried things on that they couldn’t afford, just the normal things that best friends do. Ariel had suggested going to get a coffee, there was a nice place on the second floor of the market hall that they used to visit a lot in the past, before Ariel’s emotional problems began just under a year ago, around the time she split up with her boyfriend.

On the way there they’d walked past a clothes shop as two girls came through the door onto the street, much to Kelly’s surprise, it was Bianca and Amy, Jennifer’s two younger sisters. Bianca would soon be 19 and Amy’s 21st birthday had been about a week ago. Kelly had wanted to say hello on her birthday but, as usual, Jennifer had said ‘no,’ afraid she might be more attracted to her sisters than she was to Jennifer herself! In the brief time they had all met each other, a couple of months into their relationship, Kelly had got the impression that Jennifer was as possessive with her sisters as she was with Kelly herself.

Jennifer seemed to see herself as more of a mother to the two younger girls than a sister. Their mother had died around 3 years ago and, even though the girls were old enough to understand and, after a long time, cope with the loss, Jennifer immediately jumped into the role as mother. The loss was, of course, hugely difficult to move on from, especially as there was no father, but with Jennifer and Amy being over 18, they were allowed to be responsible for 16 year old Bianca. It was 18 year old Amy who had taken the loss hardest, although their mother had given birth to all three of them; Amy had a different father from the others, the result of a one night stand. So with their mother gone, Amy felt like the odd one out, she’d felt like this before but her mother, and Bianca, had tried very hard to make her feel part of the family. Bianca always referred to Amy as her sister, unlike Jennifer, who would introduce her as a half-sister.

About three weeks ago Jennifer had mentioned to Kelly that her sister, and half-sister, had finally decided to move away. They’d found a small one bedroom rental apartment and moved in within a week of finding it. It seemed to Kelly, although she never mentioned it to Jennifer that they couldn’t wait to get away from her! Kelly had no idea, and no way to ask the sisters, what their lives were actually like after their mother died and Jennifer took over.

It was plainly obvious to see how close the two sisters were as they walked arm in arm out of the shop, they looked like total opposites which was to be expected with different fathers. Although, Kelly thought, they probably shared a few traits. Amy was around 5 feet 7 inches tall and very slim, almost skinny, but she didn’t look unhealthy or anorexic or anything. She had gorgeous dark red hair which reached down to just above the middle of her back; she was wearing a black pleated short skirt which showed off her long legs as it was quite warm that day, and a baggy grey t-shirt that had some kind of picture on it, like a skull with snakes crawling out of it.

Kelly would describe her as a rock chick; Jennifer had mentioned that Amy had been through a ‘phase’ of wearing black lacy clothes, a ‘gothic’ look according to her half-sister. The only times Jennifer ever mentioned her sisters, which was very rare, was to mock them.

Amy did had some dark eye shadow on but she looked much brighter than Jennifer described, her pale skin was a stark contrast to the dark skirt and grey t-shirt but, whatever her half-sister might think, she was beautiful and, with her red hair, dark clothes, blood red lips and dagger shaped earrings, she looked quite naughty!

Bianca, however, who had her arm looped through Amy’s arm, was so different you would never guess they were related. At around 5 feet and 2 inches, Bianca looked tiny in comparison to her Amy. Although she was smaller, Bianca looked shapelier; through the tight jeans she was wearing it was easy to see the shape of her legs, curves in all the right places. The gentle curves from her thighs and rear came together giving her a gorgeous figure. It was easy to see that Bianca and Jennifer were related, much like her big sister she had long blonde hair that easily reached her bottom, today it was in a long pony tail that dangled behind her. Kelly had never met their mother but she was certain that she had to have been some kind of supermodel. Jennifer and Bianca were, obviously, more alike than Amy, but all of them were blessed with great beauty and, when describing them to Ariel one day, Kelly had assured her that she didn’t, not for one single moment, feel any pang of jealousy. Not much anyway.

“Kelly? Is that you?” Bianca called.

“Bianca! Amy! Heya guys, how are you? I heard you moved out?” Kelly responded, genuinely happy to see some friends, even if they were forbidden

“Yeah we did,” Amy confirmed. “We had to get away from…her.”

“You mean Jennifer?” Kelly asked, already knowing that was exactly who she was talking about.

“Yeah, she…well, she wasn’t very nice,” said Bianca.

“That’s putting it mildly,” added Amy.

“Oh right, well this is Ariel,” said Kelly putting her arm around her best friend. “And Ariel these are Jennifer’s sisters, Amy and Bianca.”

“Hi,” said Ariel nervously, briefly squeezing Kelly’s hand.

“Hi,” said Bianca.

“Hi,” said Amy.

“Hi,” said Kelly, all the girls giggled for a moment.

“Are we done with the hellos?” Kelly asked still giggling.

“I think so,” said Ariel, feeling a little more at ease after the laughter.

“What are you two doing today?” Kelly asked.

“Just looking around, sister stuff,” said Amy, looking at Bianca and smiling. There was something else in that smile, a warm loving kind of smile rarely seen between sisters. “How about you?” she asked.

“We were just gonna get some coffee, do you want to come with us?” Kelly offered.

“Sure, that would be cool, we have some catching up to do anyway,” said Amy. Bianca smiled and nodded to confirm she would like that too. “It seems like ages since we last saw each other, thanks to our lovely sister.”

Kelly raised her eyebrows, surprised that Amy and Bianca knew Jennifer didn’t want them being friendly, or even civil, with each other.

“She never told us why,” Bianca explained. “Just that she didn’t want us seeing you at all, and what Jennifer decides is final, or she’d shout and scream at us.” So she wasn’t just manipulative with me, Kelly thought.

“Sorry, I know you two are…seeing each other,” said Amy. “It’s just hard to be nice after so long y’know?”

“Yeah, I know, she can be a handful but…” Kelly was interrupted

“She can be a real bitch!” Ariel spoke up with venom in her voice. Kelly had seen Ariel depressed, happy, tearful and jovial but hardly ever this upset and irritated. Ariel quickly composed herself and put her arm around Kelly’s waist.

“I’m sorry,” Ariel said meekly. “It kinda slipped out.”

“It’s ok babe, I know you’re looking out for me,” said Kelly. “Well, let’s get some coffee!”

They made their way to the second floor of the building and sat down around a table, Bianca and Amy on one side, and Kelly with Ariel on the other side. They talked about a lot of things and, surprisingly, no one mentioned Jennifer throughout their conversations. Bianca informed them that her 19th birthday would soon be coming around and, despite what anyone said; Kelly and Ariel were welcome to come to the little party, which would be a few friends at a local bar.

“Will there be cake?” Kelly asked in a serious voice.

“Yes, yes there will be cake,” Bianca replied. She tried to copy Kelly’s serious tone but instead she burst out laughing, a wide and pretty smile played on her lips. “Amy promised to make me one,” she explained.

“I’ve never baked in my life,” said Amy, eager to lower everyone’s expectations.

“It’ll be fine,” said Bianca, still with her pretty smile on her sweet looking face.

“And, what if I mess it up?” Amy asked, wondering if there was a way to get out of it without upsetting her sister.

“Then I’ll eat it anyway,” said Bianca. “As long as it’s made by you, I don’t care.”
Both sisters smiled and, for a moment, Kelly thought they were going to kiss each other!

“You’re both really sweet,” said Ariel. “I wish I had a pretty sister to bake things for me!”

Their banter continued for a couple of hours and many cups of coffee, Kelly and Ariel enjoyed the company of their new friends, or old friends in Kelly’s case. They eventually said goodbye and everyone hugged each other; even Ariel hugged the two sisters, much to Kelly’s surprise after seeing Ariel so depressed and withdrawn for such a long time. It made her smile, Ariel was so beautiful, such a lovely smile and figure, from her dark brown hair to her tight little arse, but she was so much more than just a cute 5 foot 5 inch woman. She was clever, funny and caring, all the things you’d associate with a perfect girlfriend! She found it really hard to meet men, the internet was her only means of meeting people as she hardly ever went out, she reminded Kelly of the way she herself had been for a long time back when she still lived with her family.

They exchanged numbers and went off on their way, Kelly and Ariel caught the bus home and the sisters made their way to Amy’s car. They offered the girls a lift but they politely declined, they only lived a few bus stops away and no longer had the energy to walk across town to get to the car park.

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

It was three days later when Kelly received the phone call. Jennifer told her that she had seen all four of them hugging and kissing in the middle of town, she was going to the bank when she spotted them. Jennifer had already called Amy and Bianca to tell them to stay away, or she’d do something to spoil their ‘fancy’ new life. Then she had gone to Kelly’s parents’ house and according to Jennifer, Josh, Kelly’s brother, was there on his own. Within 20 minutes, she boasted, she was swallowing his cum! Josh must have known he was being used, but getting one over on his sister was too good of an opportunity to turn down, so it seemed.

Kelly was disgusted at her behaviour but also heartbroken because she had loved her, she was the only woman she’d been intimate with, the only woman she’d even kissed! After standing with the phone in her hand for what seemed like hours, she gently placed the receiver down and sank to her knees.

Kelly quietly sobbed at first but soon her tears became floods and her head was spinning as she crumpled down on the floor and cried.

At that time, Ariel walked slowly through town, uninterested in the world around her; she walked directly towards the bus stop. She felt a little depressed today, although her emotions were often unpredictable these days. She had spent the last hour speaking to a professional psychologist about her depression as well as her lack of self-confidence. Every Friday at 4pm, Ariel came into the town centre to go to the mental health clinic at the hospital to talk about her problems and about ways to combat her issues. Ariel knew what the main causes of her problems were, in fact, she’d known for a long time, but simply knowing the cause didn’t make treating the symptoms any better.

She noticed men looking at her sometimes but, although she had been assured by Kelly and her other friends that she was a really attractive person, she assumed they were secretly mocking her or she became convinced that as soon as she passed them on the street they would burst into laughter! She never turned around to see if they really were laughing, just in case she was right. As Ariel walked past the crowds of people outside shops and restaurants she couldn’t help feeling inferior. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt with a floral pattern and a pair of jeans, an outfit she liked, but it felt stupid and out of touch out here, amongst people. At 5 feet and 5 inches tall, Ariel wasn’t ultra-tiny, she had a petite frame, average breasts and a lovely figure, her bottom was pert and her legs were in good proportion to her torso. Sometimes, if she caught sight of herself in a mirror at home she’d think, ‘hey I don’t look that bad,’ but, every time she saw a leggy blonde in a mini skirt or a ‘fiery’ redhead, Ariel Calver felt tiny and, most of all, plain and insignificant..

As Ariel opened the door to her house she heard someone crying loudly, she knew it could only be Kelly and rushed inside, slamming the door behind her.

“Kelly?!” Ariel called, “Kelly, where are you?”

“Ariel?” Kelly’s reply came from her bedroom, her voice quivering. Ariel rushed upstairs and wrenched the bedroom door open.

“Oh…Kelly,” was all Ariel managed to say. The sweet blonde girl was lying on her bed, curled up into a ball with her knees squeezed to her chin. Her beautiful long hair was ragged, like it had been pulled and rubbed. It was her face that caused Ariel to stutter, her cheeks were red and looked very sore, her eyes were tired, puffy and also very red, no doubt they had been rubbed a lot with the back of her hand. Ariel didn’t say anything else; she asked no questions yet because this wasn’t a time for talking. Instead, she rushed to the bed and entered Kelly’s waiting arms, the two best friends embraced for what seemed like hours.

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

After a while, Kelly wiped her tears away and suggested the sit in the living room with a glass of wine or two, (or three.) Ariel got the drinks and set them on the coffee table and the two friends sat together and talked.

“What an absolute fucking bitch,” said Ariel. She’d just heard everything that had been said on the phone and, beyond that, Kelly had admitted things about their relationship that Ariel never knew, including what happened at the restaurant. Kelly had explained that she kept certain parts of the relationship a secret from her best friend. Sometimes it was out of shame; Kelly simply didn’t want Ariel to think of her as a whore! Also, Kelly had continued, with Ariel’s problems, she hadn’t wanted to burden her. Most of all, Kelly realized, she didn’t want to tell Ariel about the more extreme things in case Ariel made her realize the truth; she was simply being used!

Everything was out in the open now and Kelly promised there would be no more secrets after Ariel assured her that she’d never think less of her. Kelly even admitted that it was Jennifer who ripped her white top nine months ago and had not, as Kelly had suggested at the time, been thrown away accidentally! Kelly had stopped feeling sad, thanks mostly to her friend, now she felt nothing but anger towards the woman who had…had spoiled her, made her into an object; to be used whenever she pleased. Kelly didn’t feel anything about her brother; truthfully, she’d stopped caring about him the day she got away from him and his childish taunting.

“They were so right,” Ariel continued. “Bianca and Amy, no wonder they got out as fast as they could! I wonder what they think about being told to stay away.”

Kelly was still numb, but all of the sadness and despair had left her to be replaced by anger. She had never felt this angry towards anyone before, sure she’d been frustrated at her family and at times with the world in general, but this, was a much more focused feeling. She wanted to get back at her, to show her that she wasn’t some plaything to be toyed with and then discarded. But how could she? What could she do? It wasn’t until Ariel mentioned the two sisters that an idea formed in her head. Bianca’s 19th birthday would take place tomorrow and she was invited. Logic told her that Jennifer wouldn’t show up if she had a problem with her siblings, considering the kind of person Kelly knew her to be, she probably wouldn’t have gone anyway, after all, the attention would be on someone else and not on her.

The way Jennifer reacted when she and Kelly spoke about her two sisters made it obvious that the one thing she’d hate most would be someone overlooking her and going for one of them. That’s most likely why Jennifer kept them hidden away, to make sure no one ever got the chance. If Kelly really wanted to get back at her, then doing exactly what Jennifer had tried to prevent would surely be the way to go. But could she do it? If she wanted to try to seduce one of the sisters in would have to be Bianca, Amy was very beautiful but she was only Jennifer’s half-sister, so being with Bianca would likely piss her off more.

“Kelly? Are you ok?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah, sorry, I was miles away,” said Kelly. She decided not to tell Ariel her plan, if she did Ariel might try to talk her out of it and, despite what Ariel had assured her of a few minutes ago, she didn’t want Ariel to think she was some kind of whore.

“How do you feel now?” Ariel persisted.

“I’m ok,” she lied, “I just feel angry at her and upset that’s all. I’ll be ok, promise.”

It was about 6pm now and they continued their chatting and drinking until Kelly finally got rid of the numbness and felt more like herself, they laughed together as the alcohol had the desired effect. After an hour or so she decided to call Bianca and Amy, to see if they were ok and, critically for Kelly’s ideas, if they were still invited to her birthday get-together. After the fifth ring it was Amy who answered the phone.

“Hello,” she said brightly.

“Amy? It’s Kelly,” She said, trying not to sound drunk. “Are you ok?”

“Oh hiya! I’m ok, how are you? Jennifer called earlier to tell us what happened…and why, we wondered if you would be upset with us. Sorry but we had no idea she’d even seen us,” Amy’s words were rushed, like a naughty child whose mother had caught her stealing a sweetie.

“No, of course not,” Kelly assured her. “There’s only one person I blame and it’s her, not you.”

“Good,” said Amy audibly relieved. Kelly smiled when she heard Amy explaining that she wasn’t upset with them to Bianca in the background. She faintly heard Bianca saying something to her sister before Amy came back on the phone. “Are you still going to come out with us tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Kelly. “I actually wondered if we were still invited.”

“Of course, we were going to call tomorrow anyway because we decided not to go to the pub we mentioned, there’s a club in town that opened last month called Rapture. Do you know it?” Amy asked.

“Yeah I know it, how many people will be there?” Kelly asked.

“Four or five others, we’ll meet up at about 7pm, we could swing by and pick you up if you like?” She offered.

“That would be great, thank you,” said Kelly. She told her the full address then, after chatting for a few minutes, she hung up and returned to Ariel and filled her in on the details of the conversation. They spent the evening talking and watched a couple of DVDs, for once Ariel enjoyed a nice night in with her best friend. That night, while tucked up in bed, Kelly ran through all the possibilities that could happen tomorrow evening.

The next morning she awoke with quite a few doubts, unsure of whether to go through with it or not, after all, Bianca had done nothing to her. Besides, she didn’t even know if Bianca was gay or straight! Then she thought of Jennifer, she had said on the phone that within 20 minutes of her brother answering the door, she was swallowing his cum! Then she thought about her brother’s voice in the background of the phone call, laughing faintly. Finally, it was the mental image she had in her mind of the two of them fucking each other and laughing at her that convinced her to go through with it, this anger motivated her onward through the entire day. Besides, she would only test the water to begin with; if it turned out that Bianca wasn’t interested then she wouldn’t push it any further, and Kelly hoped that Bianca and Amy wouldn’t shun her away if that did happen.

Because the venue had changed from a quiet pub to a noisy club, Kelly would be able to dress up in a more revealing way, as a lot of girls do in hot clubs, and she had the perfect outfit for it. Ironically, Kelly thought with a smile, Jennifer had bought it for her but, for once, Kelly had refused to wear it and it ended up in the wardrobe and forgotten, until now. It was a slinky white and silver mini dress with long cut out sleeves. The glittery silver part made up the main part of the dress so it sparkled in the light. The cuffs of the sleeves were also silver and the sleeves themselves were white. The sleeves were actually thin pieces of material that made it look like they had been torn open so her bare arms would actually be mostly visible.

The neck line sat across her breasts, showing a small bit of cleavage but it wasn’t a plunging neck line by any means. It wasn’t the upper part of the dress that got her attention when she tried it on in front of the mirror however, the dress was short…really short, at first she didn’t think it would cover her arse but after straightening it out a bit it just sat below her buttocks. The hemline was a few centimetres below the curves of her rear, originally she was going to go out with no underwear on, so she could show off to the birthday girl, but if she did that she’d end up either getting raped or arrested! Instead she found a nice silver thong and decided to wear a long coat to keep her from freezing to death.

Ariel walked into the room as Kelly admired her long curvy legs in the mirror.

“Wow, you’re going to wear that?” Ariel said in amazement.

“Don’t you like it?” Kelly asked as she brushed her hair from her face.

“It’s nice but, are you going to wear trousers or something with it?”

“No,” Kelly replied. “Just a coat to cover up from the cold, what are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know, honestly, I’m not sure if I want to go,” said Ariel.

“Oh? Why not? I thought it would be fun for us to get out,” said Kelly.

“I know, it’s just, I don’t think I’ll cope well around all those people and if I start panicking I’ll spoil it for everyone, you’ll be fine though. You’ll have Bianca and Amy taking you there right?” It wasn’t the real reason Ariel didn’t want to go but it was a good enough excuse.

“Well they’ll be in a taxi, they’re going to get it to stop here on the way to the club, are you sure you don’t want to come?” She asked.

“I’m sure, sorry.” Ariel said with her eyes lowered.

“It’s ok honey,” said Kelly. She walked over to her friend and they hugged for a while, then Ariel went downstairs and Kelly continued to get ready. As bad as it sounded, Ariel staying at home would make things a little easier, before she’d hoped that Ariel wouldn’t notice her attempts to attract Bianca during the night but now she wouldn’t have to worry. Still, she did want some proper time together with her best friend.

She found some nice heeled shoes to go with her outfit, she thought about wearing some high heels instead but she didn’t like how uncomfortable they could be, especially while dancing. She found some earrings with fake diamonds in them, despite not being the real thing they still looked nice and sparkled in the light.

Kelly took another look at herself in the mirror and briefly thought about how all those months ago she had stood here an examined herself; she had worn a little denim skirt and a thin white top. Before that day she’d never dressed so provocatively before, how she had changed since that fateful day. Now she was much more confident in her body and, hopefully, that would help her seduce a very beautiful girl tonight…

To be continued…

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