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Broken Bliss CH 3
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The sound of the door opening brought me awake, pulling me from a dream in which I had relived the last few moments with Lisa, my sister.

“Everything okay in here, hunny?” I hear mom’s voice. “I heard you moaning, so thought I would check up on you.”

“I’m good, mom, I Just started having another dream. Thank you.”

Mom enters my room, and by the moonlight streaming through my window I can see that she is wearing the same transparent camisole she wore the other night. My cock, already stiff from the dream, stiffens more at the site of her, causing another moan to escape my lips. She moves quickly to the side of the bed and sits down, placing her hand on my leg.

“Do you–” She pauses to swallow, “Do you need some help, again?” Her hand begins to rub up and down along my blanket covered leg, sending chills up my spine. Despite what I have done with my sister and even what my mom has done for me, I’m still nervous.

“I dunno. I think I’ll be fine, but thanks, mom. I love you.”

“Nonsense!” She yanked back the covers, revealing the large tent in my boxers. “See, look at that. Just give me a couple minutes, and we can have that taken care of.”

She began to tug at my boxers, and I resigned myself to her care. Lifting my hips, my boxers were soon around my ankles, and my erection in mom’s ever so talented hands. She smiled at me, as one of her hands cupped my balls, and the other one slid up and down my shaft.

“Just relax, hunny. I’ll have you taken care of in no time.” Something must have dawned on her. “Damn, I should have brought lotion in with me.” She glanced around the room, but didn’t see anything she could use for lube. “Hmm, guess I have no other choice.” Her head dropped to my lap, and suddenly I found my cock surrounded by mom’s warm, wet mouth. Her hand continued to slide along my cock, while her tongue worked wonders on the head of my penis.

“Ahhh!” I moaned loudly, overwhelmed with bliss. I’ve had a few blowjobs in my time, but none, and I mean NONE, compared to what mom was giving me now. Her head began to bob up and down, and soon I found I was in the back of her throat. She pulled up, gasping for breath, and I could see that my cock was lathered with her saliva, a large string of it still connected to her lips. Her hand went into overtime, jacking my slathered cock, and making me pant and moan in ecstasy. This was better than some sex I had had!

Her head dropped back down, and I felt that familiar churning, letting me know I was close. “Mom, I’m… I’m… About–” she must have known what I was going to say, because if it felt good before, it was fantastic now as she redoubled her efforts, bobbing, sucking, and deep-throating me.

My balls tightened, and I emptied a massive load down mom’s throat. “ahhhahhhhhhahhhhhhhhh!” I moaned loudly, unable to hold back, and thrusting my hips up into her eager, sucking mouth. Finally, exhausted, I calmed down, and watched as mom lifted her head, and looked at me. To my large surprise, she blew a cum bubble, then slurped it back up and swallowed the load. If I hadn’t already had two great orgasms tonight, I have no doubt the site of her doing that would have revived me to full mast.

“Wow, mom… Just… Just wow! You truly are the best! Thank you.” I said with heartfelt emotion.

“Not bad for your girlfriend, huh?” She asked with a wink, referring to our little date before. “I must say the taste is improving.” She gave me a peck on my cheek, and I stopped her before she left.

“Mom, are you sure there is nothing I can do to repay all you have done for me?”

“You already are, hunny. You do it with the way you treat me.” She winked and smiled, then pulled my boxers up, followed by my blankets. Giving me another peck, she turned and left the room, my eyes locked on her swaying ass.

I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I had resigned myself to this delicious incestuous love.

* * *

I awoke bright and chipper as the sun came up. Not usually a morning person, I was surprised to wake in such a good mood, until the events of last night played through my head. I whistled a tune as I walked from my room, and saw Lisa sitting at the table. When she looked up at me, I winked and gave her my best smile, and laughed as she actually blushed. Who had seduced who last night?

Without saying a word to me, Lisa got up and poured a bowl for me. “How are you feeling this morning?” I whispered as I sat next to her.

“I’m really sore, but don’t you dare apologize.” She finally looked at me, and there was no mistaking the determination in her eyes. “I don’t regret any of it.”

I kept smiling at her. “Nor do I, sister. Nor do I.”

I sat contentedly while Lisa fed me, and then watched TV while she finished getting ready. Just as she was heading out the door, I gave her a passionate kiss, and bid her a good day.

Mom was just walking out of her room yawning, but still wearing the see-thru camisole, as I sat back down at the TV.

“Is there anything you want to do today, hunny?” She asked as soon as she spotted me.

“Oh, you know…” I said jokingly with a wink, and overtly checked out her body. She smiled and posed for me, and there was no way I could deny that mom was HOT!

“Is your sister gone?” She asked, walking over to me. I nodded, and she began pulling down my shorts.

There was a knock on the door, and mom jumped up, and backed away. I shuffled my hips to get my shorts back on, and by the time I did, mom had grabbed a bathrobe, and wound it around her sexy frame. “Who could that be?” I wondered, and we both went to answer the door.

The woman on the other side was a very attractive redhead, and by the looks of her belly, ready to give birth at any moment.

“Amber!” My mom greeted her, “Come in, and take a load off. You know you really shouldn’t be walking around this late in the pregnancy!”

Amber allowed herself to be guided into the front room, where only moments before I had been about to get another great blowjob. I quickly dismissed the thought from my head as I watched amber walk. Despite her bulk, she had a smooth grace to her that was undeniable.

“Forgive me,” my mom said, flustered, “I should introduce you. Amber this is my son, Jason. Jason, this is one of John’s girlfriends that I told you about.” I was slightly shocked to hear her referred to as only ‘one of John’s girlfriends,” But Amber didn’t seem to mind, so I ignored it.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand. She took it and nodded, and I enjoyed how soft and delicate her hands were.

“We were thinking of having a BBQ tomorrow, and wondered if you cared to join us?” Amber asked.

Mom looked to me for a second, “Do you feel up to that, hunny?”

I just nodded. Who was this John fellow, to be able to get not only three girlfriends, but one as cute as this redhead as one of them?

I offered to escort Amber back to her place, but both women laughed at the notion, what with my arms and all. “What was the deal with that lady, yesterday?” Amber asked at the door. Until this point, I had completely forgotten about Jenny.

“She was my crazy ex,” I say with a self deprecating laugh.

After mom walked Amber home, she asked about Jenny. I just told her that she had come over, trying to get back with me, I refused and broke it off, and she flipped out.

“Well, according to Amber, she has a rather vulgar mouth. You can do better than her, hunny.”

“Like you?” I said, and tried to give her a quick kiss on the lips, but she was too fast for my broke self, and easily dodged.

“What has gotten into you, lately? I swear, sometimes I don’t know if you take more after your dad, or me.”

“Crap!” I cursed, as the conversation about Jenny sparked a memory. I still needed to sign those documents at my apartment. “I just remembered something I need to do today, if you can drive me there, mom.”

“Of, course, hunny,” she readily replied. I explained everything (except the sex), as we were driving to my apartment. “You made the right choice in getting rid of her, son,” Mom said, as soon as I finished. We arrived at my apartment complex soon after, and I went straight to the manager’s office.

I knocked on the door, and an attractive, slightly older bleach blonde, answered the door. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, and as usual for her, she looked like she had just bitten into sour grapes. On her nose sat a small pair of glasses, which made her eyes look almost beady. If it weren’t for the fact that I always paid rent on time, and never caused any problems, I am certain she would have found some reason to evict me. Not that she has ever been rude, just that I had heard that she was quite the hard-nose when it came to managing this place. I am still somewhat uncertain why she was willing to give me time to sign these documents against Jenny.

“Sarah? Is that YOU?” My mom asked as she entered the room, and I looked at her in surprise. Mom knew my apartment manager?

“Diane?’ Came the shocked reply. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking care of my son while her recovers. I didn’t know you lived in town.” Mom replied.

“Jason is your son? Hmm.” Sarah’s manner slowly began to change, as she loosened up around my mom. Several times I was sure she was going to say something, then would stop, look at me, and say something benign. What would have been only a 30 minute signing of papers (which was awkward with the casts), took more than an hour, as they caught up on current events.

Sarah then showed us the apartment, and told me to document anything that was missing. Mom and Sarah continued to chat while I walked through my small apartment. A lamp was broke, and that was about it. Apparently after she became violent here, she was booted from the premises before she could do any further damage. I even found a bag of her stuff that she had packed, but hadn’t taken with her.

“Oh, son! I invited Sarah over to dinner this weekend, hope you don’t mind.” Mom told me as soon as I re-entered the front room.

Mind? Why would I mind if my stuck-up, prude of an apartment manager came to dinner? What I said, though, was, “Sure. That’d be nice.” I then noticed that Sarah had let her hair done. I have never seen her with her hair anything but in that tight bun, and I had to admit she was rather attractive this way.

After a bit more chat, Sarah finally let my mom go, and we drove off.

“So how do you know my apartment manager?” I ask. All through their chatting, I never did quite catch how they knew each other.

Mom looked at me out of the corner of her eye for a moment, before replying. “We met in college.” When nothing else was said, it made me even more curious, and I just stared at mom, making it obvious I wanted more of an answer.

After a couple minutes of staring, I could see mom was getting fidgety. “Oh, all right! I guess after what we’ve done, it shouldn’t bother me if you knew. In college we were girlfriends. “

“But I thought you dated dad all through college…?”

“Uh, yes… Um, er, rather, you see, it was different back then. The truth is we were both your dad’s girlfriends… The three of us dated each other.”

I sat in shocked silence for a moment. I never knew my mom might swing both ways. It was honestly a turn on. And my dad had both of them? I couldn’t believe it!

“That is HOT, mom!” I exclaimed, seeing her face had gone red, and wanting to get her to relax. “Will you tell me about it?”

“Oh, hunny. You don’t want to hear about your old mother’s sexual past.” She said, chiding me.

“But I do! And quit with the old stuff! You’re my girlfriend, remember? Young and gorgeous.”

Mom placed her hand on my knee and gave me her dazzling smile. “Okay, hunny, but you can’t tell your sister!”

* * *

David sat cramming for his exam tomorrow, stressing. If he failed one more test, he would lose his sports scholarship. He was bummed, because he was missing out on a party with his girlfriend, Diane, but it was because of too many parties, that he was in the predicament he was in now.

Diane had left with their friend Sarah, to the party. He wasn’t too worried about Diane cheating on him, as they were in love, and planning on getting married after graduation. Sarah was also a good friend of his, even if she was a massive tease, and would keep an eye out for trouble.

The door to his apartment opened, and he heard two girls giggling as they entered. Looking to the clock, David realized it was already 2am, and groaned. He hadn’t planned on studying this late, but wanted to make sure he was ready for the test tomorrow.

“What are you doing up, mister?” Diane asked. She only ever called him ‘mister’ like that when she was drunk.

“He must have known that two hot women were coming to his place, and stayed up for us,” Sarah said, swaggering into the bedroom where David had been doing his studying, and sitting on the edge of the bed.

David couldn’t help but smile. He like when the two got drunk together. He usually saw some extra skin when that happened. Not for the first time, David wondered what it would be like to have a threesome with these two. He had mentioned it once to Diane, and been told that it would never happen.

“If you study too much, your brain will rot!” Diane said as she walked over and gave Dave a long kiss. He could taste the alcohol on her breath, but didn’t mind.

“Where’s my kiss?” Sarah asked Diane. They often made out when they were drunk too. David always liked watching, but also wished he could be a part of it.

David answered Sarah before Diane got a chance to. “You need to come over and get one, if you want one!” Sarah looked at him for a second, a little surprised. She knew that Dave would never cheat on Diane, and he had never made a comment like that before.

“Yeah,” Diane put her own two cents in, “I know how to treat a man. I went to him for a kiss. You have to, too.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I just might!” But Sarah didn’t move for a second. She didn’t want to cross any lines, and lose the friendship of either of these two.

When no one said anything different, Sarah got up, and leaning slightly as she walked, approached David. Diane smacked her lightly on the ass as she passed, saying only, “Kiss her good, Mister!”

David took the challenge, and stood to meet Sarah. He pulled her into his arms, and bent her back like in the movies. He looked deep into her drunken eyes, and then slowly began to kiss her. At first it was just lips to lips, but then he got daring when she didn’t pull away, and touched his tongue to her lips. Her reaction surprised him, as her mouth opened, and she aggressively attacked his tongue with hers. He could feel himself getting hard as he made out with this beautiful woman in his arms, and remembering that she wasn’t Diane; he broke off the kiss, and brought her back upright.

Both of them stared at each other, wondering what thoughts were going through the other’s head, when Diane broke the silence. “That was SO hot! David, I’ll be honest, I thought I was going to get jealous, but watching you kiss her has made my pussy really wet!”

David knew this had to be true. Diane was always horny, trying to get into his pants all hours of the day and night, but she never talked like that unless she was really turned on.

“Well, I’d better get going then,” Sarah said hurriedly, her face still flushed from the kiss, and her emotions scrambled. “I don’t want to be in your way.” She tried to get out the door, but Diane stood in her way.

“Believe me,” David’s girlfriend said, “you won’t be in the way.” Before Sarah could say anything, Diane pulled her in for a passionate kiss, that as far as David could tell, Sarah returned.

He saw Diane wave him over, and he approached, wondering what she had in mind. As soon as he was in reach, she grabbed him, and pulled his face to theirs, creating a three-way kiss. This was something David had never done, and while he found it really awkward, he thoroughly enjoyed it. The three tongues moved back and forth, finding one set of lips, then another, in a constant struggle to experience everything at once.

He felt a hand on his ass, and thought it was Diane’s at first, but realized the angle was wrong. Diane was on his left, this hand was coming from his right. Never one to pass up an opportunity, David dropped his hand to her jean covered ass, giving it a big squeeze. He let his left hand drop down to Diane’s rear, and gave it similar treatment. Both women moaned into their kiss.

This time it was Sarah that broke the kiss, backing away quickly. “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she told them, her face red, eyes wild, and breathing heavily. “I can’t trust myself to behave if I stay any longer.”

Again, Diane blocked her way, not allowing the woman to leave. “Then stay and misbehave,” she said. Diane brought her hand up to Sarah’s face and cupped her cheek and whispered, “I want you here.” She then reached down, and grabbed Sarah’s hand, pulling it up and placed it over her heart.

“Your heart is beating hard!” Sarah said. “Are you sure?”

Diane nodded that she was, and then Sarah turned to David. David in turn looked back to Diane, not believing his luck. When she said nothing, David did the only thing he could think to do. He told the truth.

“Sarah, you are beautiful, sexy, and if I weren’t so in love with Diane, I would have fallen for you long ago.”

Sarah seemed to melt, and then started crying. David went to her, thinking that he had said something wrong. Pulling her into his arms, she laid her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him in a large hug. “I have been in love with you both for a long time, but never knew how to tell you. You are both my best friends, and I never wanted to lose that.”

She lifted her face from David’s chest, and he could see that her tears weren’t ones of sadness, but rather true joy. Feeling his heart about to burst with emotion, he leaned in, and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was soft and tender this time, rather than passionate, but felt all the more wonderful for it. When the kiss ended, David let Diane pull her away.

“I never thought I would be into women, but you are my best friend, too. I would do anything for you, and if that isn’t love, then David and I are in trouble, because I feel the same way for him as I do for you.” Their kiss too was tender and loving, but quickly turned passionate as Diane’s hands began to roam Sarah’s body.

David sat back at his desk, enjoying the scene, as both women began to grope each other. Every other time David had watched these two kiss, they had kept it strictly PG rated; kissing, but nothing else. This time their hands moved freely over each other’s bodies, seeking what pleased the other, and getting their answers in the forms of moans and sighs of pleasure.

Sarah was the first to go for the crotch, lifting Diane’s dress to get to her pussy. She broke the kiss immediately after. “Diane, your panties are soaked!” She said in shock. David knew how wet Diane could get, and also knew that she had to sometimes change her panties two or three times a day, depending on how horny she got, and if David was around to help her with it.

Diane moaned, as Sarah pressed her hand against the soaked panties, and began to rub. Diane stepped back, and quickly removed her dress and panties.

“You shave down there?” Sarah asked.

“Of course! David likes it that way.”

Hearing his name, David got up from his seat, and walked over to them. Sarah had gotten down on her knees for a closer look, and began to touch Diane’s pussy again. “How does it feel to have it shaved?” She asked.

“It is more sensitive,” she replied, then gasped as Sarah found her clit.

“I’ve never shaved mine, and never even thought about it, but yours looks so sexy and bare like that. I love it.”

“David likes to shave mine. He–” Diane shuddered. “He does a great job as you can see.”

Sarah turned to look at David and was taken aback to see him right next to her. She had been so absorbed in Diane’s pussy, she hadn’t noticed anything else.

“Would you…?” was all she said, before David went to bathroom and got everything he needed.

Sarah unbuttoned her pants, and lay on the towel David set on the edge of the bed. He put some shaving cream in his hands, and lathered it up. Looking to Sarah’s pussy, he couldn’t even see the outer lips through all the hair. He could, however, smell the unmistakable scent of a woman, no… Make that two women extremely turned on. He applied the lathered cream to her crotch, making sure to work it in all the way to her skin. Sarah groaned as he rubbed, and even began to gyrate her hips. Knowing that Diane never let him do this too long, because it turned her on too much, he pulled out the straight edge razor his dad had given him for graduating high school, and got to work.

It took longer than usual because of all the extra hair, but when he was done, he could see Sarah’s juices leaking from her vagina. Deciding that he may as well give her the full treatment he gives Diane, he wiped off the remaining shaving cream with a towel, and dove in for a taste. Sarah’s legs locked around his head as he began lapping up her juices. David noted that there was a definite difference in taste between the two women, but not in a bad way.

David could make out muffled moans as he worked her pussy with his tongue. He felt hands at his waist, and turned to let Diane pull his pants off. His cock sprang free, all 6 1/2 inches of it, thick as a 2 inch PVC pipe, and just as hard, only to be trapped immediately after by Diane’s warm, wet, mouth. Diane knew what she was doing, and soon he was moaning into Sarah’s pussy.

Diane’s mouth moved away from his cock, which was good, because he had been coming close to blowing, and he wanted this night to last. Diane pulled him from Sarah’s pussy, and he noticed for the first time that both women were completely naked. His shirt soon hit the floor.

Diane and Sarah had moved all the way onto the bed, while David had finished undressing, and Sarah was sitting on Diane’s face.

David stood watching, admiring, for a few moments. It didn’t take him long before he realized that those muffled moans he had heard before were in fact loud screams. Sarah was a screamer. Her large breasts heaved on her chest as she screamed in ecstasy at Diane’s ministrations. Apparently she was just as good with women as she was with men.

David decided he had watched long enough, and jumped on the bed, getting between his girlfriend’s legs. He began to rub his cock up and down her soaking pussy. He had never in their years of dating and screwing, seen her this wet. He let out a sigh as he sank his thick cock to the hilt with ease. With his left hand he began fondling Diane’s breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples, and with his right, he finally got to touch Sarah’s large breasts. Breasts were David’s biggest fetish. Big or small, flat, firm, or drooping, he loved them all. He had seen Sarah’s on many a drunken occasion, but never been allowed to touch. Now he could not only touch, he even leaned forward, while still pumping in and out of Diane, and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

This sent Sarah over the edge, and she let out an ear shattering scream as she came in Diane’s mouth. Sarah got off Diane, and then bent over to kiss her, as David continued to pump in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The kiss didn’t last long though, as Sarah began to work her way down Diane’s neck, to her chest, and then to her free tit.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good. Oh, baby, your cock feels so good in my pussy. I love the way you fuck me. Oh YES, suck that nipple in your mouth, you gorgeous woman. Suck it!” The profanities continued until Diane came hard, nearly biting her own tongue as she did.

David pulled out, feeling himself getting close again. Diane opened her eyes, and looked to both Sarah and David. “Are you gonna fuck her with your big cock now, Mister? Are you gonna make her cum like you did me?” The other two needed no further urging. David lie on his back, and smiled as Sarah threw her leg over his. She reached down and positioned David’s cock for her hole, then stopped.

“Are you sure, Diane? After this, there is no going back…” In answer, Diane kissed her forcefully, pushing her down at the same time, and onto David’s ready and eager pole. David moaned, and Sarah would have screamed in ecstasy at having her pussy so full of cock, if Diane weren’t kissing her. Sarah’s hips began to gyrate, and David loved the way she felt on top of him.

Without breaking their kiss, Diane swung her body around, and sat on David’s face. Thankful for something to distract him from the feeling of Sarah’s pussy milking his cock, David acted like a starving man at his first buffet.

David was overwhelmed with pleasure. Not only was he making love to his wonderful girlfriend, but he was screwing his best friend at the same time. He knew he was getting close, but just as he was about to warn her, Diane had a massive orgasm, slamming her vagina against his mouth, effectively cutting off anything he could have said. He started to ejaculate into Sarah, pumping his seed into her, as he convulsed beneath both women. David’s orgasm then sent Sarah off, and this time her screams did make them go deaf for a little while.

David passed his test the next morning, despite only having had a couple hours sleep. Sarah moved in with them. David was in bliss, having two girlfriends, until about five months later, Sarah left them with only a note saying she couldn’t stay around anymore.

* * *

Mom finished her story just in time as Lisa walked through the door, home from school. I couldn’t help but notice that during her telling she would sometimes touch herself, then remembering that I was there, stop.

“Hey dear. Make sure you don’t have plans for tomorrow night. We are going next door for a BBQ, and I finally have a night off.” Mom told Lisa.

Mom retired to her room to shower and get ready for work, and Lisa came out to join me in front of the TV.

“How are you feeling today?” I asked, concern filling my voice.

“Still pretty sore,” she told me. “I don’t think we can do anything tonight, but if you want, I’ll give you a blowjob after mom leaves.”

How did I get so lucky, I wondered, to have a girl so willing to please me? The fact that she was my sister no longer seemed to bother me.

I was extremely horny after mom’s story, but my love for my sister came first. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d understand.”

She playfully hit me on the arm. “Listen, silly, I WANT to. I WANT to do more. I WANT to feel you inside me again. I just don’t think I can. So be ready as soon as mom leaves, to have your little sister suck that big cock of yours!”

I’ve created a monster, I thought. We settled to watching TV, and sure enough, as soon as mom’s car pulled out of the driveway, Lisa had my shorts down and my cock in her mouth. I marveled at the differences between Lisa’s and Mom’s styles. Where mom had skills, Lisa had enthusiasm. Remembering how mom did it, I started to give her pointers, and while she still needed practice, it wasn’t long before she was swallowing my load.

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I continue with my dog loving with a slight detour.

Fiona entertain an audience with her dogs but then a pony is introduced. Some extra activity follows with the breeding farm bosses.

I told mum that Adrian and Claire had gotten a pony. “Oh that’s nice dear. Something else for you to take care of” she said. I chuckled as I went to me room. “I took care of him alright” I mused.

Monday and life resumed as normal. Teena was very keen to know about my weekend. “Oh the usual” I said. But she kept answer for more detail. I suppose I could have told her that I let two dogs fuck me and then took a pony but perhaps I would skip that part. It was getting close to knock off time when she came up and asked me if I would to go for a drink. There was no doubt that I was become rather fond of her but kept remembering Mrs Walden’s warning about mixing work and pleasure. I was sure she could see Teena was wanting to be more than a workmate.

I said ok, I was up for a drink. We went into the pub down the road. “Sit over here” she said. It was at the back in the corner. There was only a couple of people in at that time so the corner was well away for the bar. We ordered drinks and then Teena touched my thigh. “I want to ask you a question” she said “have you really had sex with our bosses? Both of them?” I was stunned. “I know you have” she said “they were in the office and had left the intercom on. I heard them talking about you”. I couldn’t speak. “Don’t worry Fiona. I won’t tell anyone” she added. “Thank you” was all I could get out. She leaned out and whispered “will you make love to me darling?” I turned to look at her and she kissed me. Judgement went out of the window. I kissed her back. “Let’s get out of here and go back to me place” she said and I said ok.

She had a small apartment a couple of minutes’ drive from work. I was trembling by the time we got into her apartment. Partly because I was fearful about being intimate with a workmate and partly because I was so excited. As soon as she shut the front door she embraced me and we kissed passionately. “What am I doing” I thought “this is so dangerous” but as our clothes came off all sense of foreboding disappeared. We fell on to the bed and for the next hour we explored every inch of each other. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced. We laid hugging each other in a state of sexual bliss. Then she shocked me to the core. “Do you really have sex with dogs?” Apparently my activities with Mr and Mrs Walden were not the only thing they discussed.

It was no need trying to deny it. She had heard what I did in my spare time. I just nodded. “That is so crazy darling” she said and kissed me “I can’t imagine how that would feel. Having an animal fuck you. Are they brutal? Do they, you know, cum as well?” It was obvious that she was fascinated by the concept. I gave her a complete picture of what it was like to be a dog slut. Her mouth was quivering as I explained the knot and how they came several times. “Oh my God” she exclaimed “I would like to see that”. “Really?” I said “I can arrange it if you want”. She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes Fiona I want to see” she said and we started to kiss again. Her pussy was soaked. She was so excited.

The rest of the week was a blur. Each night I would go to her apartment, we would have sex and then she would drive me home. Mum thought it was great that I had a friend. I thought it was great because she opened a bedside table draw and introduced me to a huge range of sex toys. Each night she would drop me off making me promise to take her to the breeding farm on Saturday. And every night I would kiss her goodnight and promise.

Saturday arrived and Teena arrived just after lunch. She came to the door and Mum invited her inside. “What are you doing today” Mum asked her. “Fiona is going to show me where she works on Saturdays” Teena said. “Oh that is nice. Yes Fiona really enjoys working with the animals, don’t you dear?” Mum said. I nodded and we headed for the farm. Adrian came out to meet us. “Oh you brought a friend” he said, checking her out. I gave a little chuckle. “No good check her because she isn’t interested in men” I thought but didn’t say.

I took Teena into the barn and showed where the “guests” sat. “You mean this is like a live sex show?” she said looking confused. “Just sit there honey and all be revealed” I said and disappeared into the back room. Several minutes later I could hear voices. Goodness only knows what Teena was thinking. I stripped and put on the mask. I waited and sure enough I heard Adrian begin his speech. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen” he began and I walked out into the barn “this is our resident dog slut who will show you how well our dogs are trained”. I looked over at Teena who was sitting there with mouth open and eyes wide. Claire led in my darling Dane who first licked me and then, with me on my knees, he mounted me. As he humped wildly and I moaned constantly I looked at Teena who was sitting licking her lips. I wondered if she would like my darling doggy.

True to her word Claire had worked with two more dogs, each a little under trained but enough to know where to stick their cocks. After the three of them had humped me I went out into the back room. About to get into the shower Teena came in all excited. “Fuck that was amazing” she said “I had heard about bestiality and seen videos but I didn’t think it was real. You are amazing” and hugged and kissed me. Adrian appeared. “You girls have started without me” he said, leering at us. I had to set him straight. “Sorry but Teena isn’t interested” I said, trying to defuse the situation. He didn’t seem to understand. Teena sensed his confusion. “I am a dyke my dear” she said and she and I laughed. Adrian turned and left.

Teena got undressed and got in the shower with me. After our shower I led her into the back room and we made out. It was even more exciting knowing that Claire was probably watching us. I went and got my pay from Claire. Her smile and wink told me she had been watching. We went back to Teena apartment and I explained every detail of what dog sex was like while we played with some of her toys. I rang Mum and said that Teena had invited me to stay overnight. “Oh that is so nice of her” Mum said “you are become good friends”. We were indeed. Teena took out a strap-on dildo. “I used to use this on a girlfriend years ago. Put it on darling and show me what a dog does” she said. I put on the dog mask and down on all fours I had her pat my head and I licked her. Then I got her on all fours and mounted her. She loved it. “I am not sure I could really do it” she said. “Well there is one way to find out honey. And I know just the dog to initiate you” I said.

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my first story………… hope you enjoy x

I met my husband in school, I had been on the gymnastics team at school so was very nimble and quite petite. Even though he wasn’t a jock Pete was in great physical shape, strong and muscular. We weren’t in the same year he was 3 years older. I lost my virginity to him on my 16th birthday and we got married on my 21st birthday. We had tried to start a family, but we had fertility issues, so we just carried on as a childless, married couple. His family were reasonably wealthy, we had enough money so no mortgage and no worries. Pete worked hard and I was his stay at home wife.

It was 10 years later, we were celebrating our anniversary. We had been out for a meal and had had sex twice that night (I said we had sex, not made love), he was a good husband but all we ever did was have sex, a quick missionary position shag, then he would roll over and go to sleep. In our first few years together it was twice every night, but then we fell into the “married routine”, some weeks, I was lucky if we had sex at all.…….

Chapter 1

…….So, the morning after the night before, Sunday around 9:30, I stirred sensing Pete was already awake. I felt him knelt up on the bed behind me. I had slept on my left side, naked, with my arms up in front of my face. He leaned over me and started to kiss the back of my right elbow. Not passionate or sloppy kisses. More like the waft off a butterfly, type kisses, soft and gentle, even sensual.

He slowly moved upwards towards my shoulder, I lay there motionless. I wasn’t awake, or asleep, sort of in that lucid state. But I still, could sense his every touch, his lips delicately wafting over my naked flesh. Slowly he moved down from my shoulder down my back, well not in the middle, but also not on my side. He continued down, over my hips and down my thigh. At this point I helped him out a little, I started to stir a little more out of my slumber and I stretched out my right leg to its longest length possible.

He continued to kiss down my thigh, with each butterfly like kiss I got tingles through my groin and pelvis. He had never done anything like this before and I thought back to that time (he thought I had been looking for his secret). You see I knew he had a locked drawer in his den and in it he kept his collection of videos and magazines. I had observed him late one night jerking off whilst watching a movie. That turned me on so much but why would he not do those kind of things to me?

He kissed behind my knee and I had to give a reaction, it was uncontrollable, you see that was my orgasm spot. On the odd occasion when it wasn’t a quick, (missionary position) shag, I received. If he decided to raise my legs over his strong muscular shoulders, and then force his body on top of my supple slightly built frame, he could make me orgasm just by touching the back of my knee and if he touched behind both knees I could squirt too!!! Oh my god could I squirt. So now he continued to advance down my calf to my ankle, then across the top of my elegant size 4 foot, pausing for a second or two.

Cautiously he started to advance up my calf and around to my knee. I stirred once more, this time moving my left leg outwards at right angles to my right one. I think he knew I was getting more and more awake with each soft and sensual kiss. Progressing up my thigh with his tender butterfly kisses, I moaned, I was about to orgasm, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I moved my right leg out now, it looked like it had had an argument with my left leg. They could not have been further apart. I sensed his hot breath on the inner flesh of my thigh, and his scratchy overnight stubble, but it was scratchy in a good way, not hard like when he had just forgot to shave. By this time I was fully awake and getting nearer and nearer to orgasm.

I could smell my own dusky fragrance. I had smelled it before, after using my toys. Pete bought me toys and let me have “alone time”, as he called it, I think that was his way of condoning himself jerking and fantasising with those videos, (little did I know). His nose now nudged and nuzzled the fleshy folds of my love canal. I took the deepest breath I could, through my nose my olfactory senses went into overdrive. It was a combination of my “Dior”, Pete’s “Joop” and my damp pussy. Surely Pete must be able to smell the sweet yet dusky fragrance. I moaned my delight, moved first my left leg followed by my right, so both thighs were over his broad, brawny shoulders. I felt his tongue start to probe me, pushing my lips out of the way, before he proceeded to lap at my juices, I knew we were in the throws of passion but deep down I needed to know what had triggered such a sensationally arousing, even erotic session from him. As I have said he was a quick shag and roll over type of guy.

I bent my right leg thanks to all those gym classes, (keeping my body very nimble all these years later) so my toe could play with his ear, I knew that would get him going some more. He knew what I was doing too, he knelt up onto his haunches, still with my thighs draped around his neck and shoulders like a scarf. Then I felt his hands, strong, unyielding, rugged hands. The fingers pushing deep, into the soft, peachy flesh of my bum. Then when both thumbs were in the centre next to each other they inserted themselves. Deep into my passion portal. Pulling my soaking wet lips apart to allow his luscious tongue to lap at me like a puppy laps at his master. I screamed some obscenities at him, I squeezed my thighs together gripping around his strong, firm neck. As wave after wave of throbbing surged through my groin, my clitoris pulsated to the rhythm of my pounding heart and Pete’s breath got hotter and heavier. With one final gasp I screamed tensed then relaxed, with a shudder into a heap on the bed. Oh god what an orgasm…….

Chapter 2

…….After ten or fifteen minutes we had both had a little nap and our hot bodies and breathing had almost returned to normal. I found myself rolled onto my left side again. Pete again was knealing on his haunches behind me reaching over, further this time. He reached down towards my bottom bed-side drawer. Where he pulled out my rabbit, he checked the batteries and settled back onto his haunches. Now he started to run his finger along the length of my body from just below my arm, across my waist and onto my hip. Once at my hip his hand moved down across my tingling belly towards my pubic hair, “well it would if I didn’t shave regularly”. Even though Pete and I had an average couple’s sex life, I didn’t like pubic hair on a woman. So I kept it shaven.

His broad right hand moved towards the point where my legs met my torso, where all consenting adults get their most fun. Meanwhile his left hand had started up my rabbit, I could here it buzzing but kept my eyes closed as I didn’t want to know where it was going to land, then. The ears came into contact with my already erect right nipple. I immediately tensed up, almost breaking Pete’s fingers with the pressure, off my thighs and in my groin area. I screamed out Pete’s name and orgasmed straight away, I must not have fully relaxed from the earlier encounter. As I rolled onto my back Pete was still knealing, his nine inches sticking out to attention, just like a soldier. I rolled over further and down slightly, taking his erect love muscle in my hand. I made a gooey noise and said “well is mummy’s little soldier all alone” and with that I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and slowly stroked the entire length, from tip to ball sack. Pete’s eyes rolled back and he tensed up slightly. I hatched my plan.

As I have mentioned previously, Pete wasn’t a jock but he did look after himself, gym twice a week and a healthy diet. Now this 34 year old was on his knees with his nine inch tool hanging over me. I was salivating at the thoughts of this lump of man meat pumping creamy hot sperm all over me. But I realised he would need some encouragement. But what to do I thought with a wry smile, my left hand started to rise up his torso “not quite a wash board, but hey ho, it was here and free”. My right hand kept the firm grip it already had on his tool. My tongue started its merry dance, over his purple head and around the aubergine end. Then slowly along his vein encrusted shaft. My left hand finally found its destination, his nipple. He didn’t suffer from man boobs, but he had a nicely honed chest with prominent pecks. With a twirl around his nipple and a quick pinch I got his attention once again and he took an enormous breath in. after playing with his chest and nipple, whilst my tongue titilated his twitching tool. Then I could see the first signs a small damp blob, emanating from the tip of his penis. It was his pre cum juices and I lapped them up.

What could I do to him that was going to give him more pleasure, my left hand moved slowly downwards, as his body tensed. He arched his back and made all his muscles stand out more. My mouth moved up away from his cock, so I started to give him the same butterfly kisses he had started with this morning. Up and down his taught wash board abdomen. Letting my tongue tickle around his navel. He was in seventh heaven but what next, I felt around with my left hand, finally I got it. My rabbit was in my clutches, his horny body was mine I was going to taste his hot cum too (for the first time) as I had never blown him off before, he was more a wham, bam, thank you mam, kind of guy. I switched the toy on very slowly he could obviously hear it and soon he would be feeling it. The large bulbous head of my rabbit teased and tustled, with his testicles. Then the ears went to work, they join forces with my tongue, taking his 9 inch throbbing love length to immediate arousal. More pre cum oozed out of his tight opening, so I turned up the speed. Surely he was unable to tense up much more but he did. Realising the reaction I had just got, I turned my rabbit up full, he took a massive intake of breath filling his lungs, in fact every ounce of his being. Tensing every muscle and sinew. I felt his luscious tool start to throb, and got my mouth ready to taste and swallow his cum. He breathed in even harder and then relaxed and exploded his red hot creamy load. It went everywhere, up my nostrel’s, in my hair, all over my lips, tongue so I licked and lapped it up. Tasting all his salty man juice. I was in heaven. We both collapsed our bodies entwined as one, so what happens next…….

Chapter 3

…….around thirty minutes later, I stirred once again from my delirious sex craved state. Never before had I had such an adrenalin fuelled orgasm, I sensed Pete wasn’t around. I thought I heard him talking, “maybe he was on the phone” I hadn’t heard it ring, maybe he was phoning someone. But, what a funny thing to do, bring me to two amazing orgasms. Then blow his seed all over me, get up and phone someone. I closed my eyes, for whatever he had in store for me, in the next session this anniversary. I wanted it to be amazing and the biggest surprise possible. So what happened next.

Well I kept my eyes closed, I had heard Pete’s voice but no other. He re-entered the bedroom and I could here him whispering, “I brought you a drink” he said as he was on my side of the bed. I stirred, sat up and took a generous mouthful, it was water but cold and refreshing. I was looking at his tattoos he had a tribal design all down the right hand side of his shoulder, down his arm to just above the elbow and all down his torso, through his right groin area and right leg. It was an aborigional infill pattern and I must say it suited his toned and honed body. He had slight love handles as he sat in front of me, partially hunched over. I noticed he had had a new bit of tattoo done, it was a jigsaw puzzle piece, just in the right groin area, where previously he had had an open space.

I sensed someone enter the bedroom behind me. I turned round it was a woman, she was totally naked. I was immediately drawn visually to her left groin area. She too had a tattoo of a jigsaw piece ever so slightly different to Pete’s. Pete said “Sarah, this is Claire”, but who was she? Pete continued “Claire is my mistress & she is here to make love to my wife”, I was stunned. Pete had a mistress and I didn’t know or suspect. I was a little shocked to say the least, I wanted to storm out, I wanted to scream, but neither manifested. Claire came and lay on the bed, she started to stroke my naked body, I tensed up and was very nervous about her being close. Pete spoke “Claire has borrowed a tattoo gun and you are getting your first ink, now”, I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t against tattoo’s just never thought of having one myself. I felt hazy and semi conscious, then fell backwards onto the bed, I had been drugged.

When I woke a little while later, I had a burning scratchy feeling on my left hand side of my groin, “hush and keep still” a voice said softly. It continued “You now have a tattoo it’s the adjacent piece to Pete’s jigsaw, mine is the piece from the other side”. I want to have my first lesbian action, “Pete has gone to get the video camera ready” Claire continued. Had I heard her right, she wanted a lesbian session with me whilst my husband of ten years filmed our encounter. I didn’t even know he had a video camera. Then he entered the room. All three of us were still naked, but it didn’t phase any of us, was I coming round to the fact Pete had a mistress, that I had had the most awesome morning of sensual even sexual encounter, ever. Claire touched my nipple, “it will all be alright” she said, “I am new to all this too, I only found out Pete was married yesterday”. I couldn’t believe it all. My head was spinning.

Pete set up the camera on its tripod, then got a second camera, a hand held one, oh my god, he was going for this one hundred percent. Claire whispered softly “what other toys do you have?”, I reached down and opened my bottom drawer, and there they were on display, “oh Pete bought me that one too”, she said pointing at a great big black one, “do you mind sharing?”, she continued. In the space of the last half hour I had been drugged, tattooed, found out my husband had a mistress, a camcorder and bought two of the same type of vibrator for us both, my head was in a complete whirl.

Action Pete bellowed out, he was now directing us in a sex scene. Claire had checked the batteries moments earlier, but now she started to touch, pinch and kiss my erect nipples. Oh it felt good, but I longed for Pete to be with me, make the most of it I said to myself, he will be with you in a while. Claire continued with her horny advances, along my cute and quite petite breasts they were only 36C but they were all natural And Pete liked them, well that is what he had always said now I didn’t know. Claire’s breasts were about a 42DD but they suited her athletic 5’10” frame. She used the big black rubber dildo on me, she made me very wet between my legs, but no orgasm.

She withdrew the dildo and continued. She was strong yet sensual, when she kissed me. A closeness only a woman could give I guess (a woman knows what turns a woman on, so that’s what they do to you). Slowly Claire moved her hand lower, down past my navel, over my tummy, down across my bald area and into my hot love valley. She slipped a finger inside, I gasped, then another. Followed by a third and fourth. I spread my legs wide, Pete could never finger me with four fingers, his hand was way too big. But here was Claire four fingers in deep and her thumb rubbing my clitoris, her middle finger stretched out to reach my most inner entrance. I screamed, with pleasure…….

Chapter 4

…….Claire’s tender, slender fingers were all the way inside me. Pete sidling around the bedroom with a camcorder in his hand, a second camera mounted and fixed on a tripod. My husband’s mistress was leaned over me, she could easily over power me as she had such a strong athletic frame (not manly though) and boy was she in control. Pete gave Claire a present, she withdrew her long fingers out of my damp love slot, licked them dry and proceeded to open the present. We both eagerly anticipated its contents, she opened the package, and peered inside. Claire smiled with glee and turned to Pete, proclaiming, just what I always wanted. She pulled the contents out into the open, squealing it’s a strap on! Could my day get any freakier?

Claire stood up, and stepped into the opening on the strap on, it had a large penis to the front but also a smaller penis on the inside complete with nubs all over to rub and stimulate the wearer’s clitoris and love hole. She pulled it up fully, that’s when her demeanour changed. Claire barked at me “ON YOUR KNEES AND HEAD DOWN”, I now became less easy, I did as Claire demanded. I sensed she was behind me, Pete was stalking us around the bedroom. Claire leaned down and licked my pussy, I had only ever had Pete lick me and never very often. But now Claire was in charge, I was grinding onto her face, enjoying her touch, her tongue, her feminine charms. She then knelt up, took the strap on in her hand, and spit on it, rubbed this in with her hand and repeated twice.

Then I felt her enter me. I was so turned on, I was excreting my body fluid all over a sex toy, this was attached to the mistress of my husband, whilst he videoed us in action. Claire reached in and thrust her thumb into my slot. Her second thumb reached in and probed my arse, going in deep until I moaned, from the deepest recess of my stomach. My cunt was dripping by now, the smell of my musty damp hole, I felt the surge, a feeling like I had never felt before, was it because it wasn’t Pete? Was it because it was his mistress? Or was it because it was a sex toy probing me? I wasn’t in control! My senses went into overdrive yet again, I screamed out, felt my love canal tense up, it started to throb and a pure adrenaline surge went through my body! Then I collapsed into the bed once again, my heart pounding with such force I thought it would break out of my chest.

My body calmed back down to its regular rhythm, Pete came over, “I have paused our movie, for this next scene, we are doing things different”, he continued “Claire take the strap-on off, Sarah put it on”. “it’s now your turn to master your lesbian slave, Sarah” he said. So we moved around and I put the strap-on on, it was damp to the touch and I first felt the clitoris stimulator. I immediately found it stimulating I was now the owner of a massive tool. I had a bitch at my beck and call and my husband was happy. I ordered her to roll onto her back, she did. I went down on her, licking out her pussy, I opened her lips with my fingers, and inhaled her wet opening. Oh god it was so intense, I was in sensory overdrive, I could now dart my tongue into her pussy, she squealed like a little girl. I imagined my Pete where I was now, breathing the sweaty musky odour of this woman. I knew nothing about her, for all I know she knew everything about me, the only person who knows everything is walking round the bedroom with a camera, filming the action.

I rose from her wet hole and started to kiss her belly, moved slowly upwards to her ample tits and started to caress them. My tongue darted and licked at her nipples. She arched her back to meet my advances and I placed my entire body upon her. As I lowered my torso over hers, I inserted the end of the strap-on dildo into her slippery slot. And immediately felt the clitoris stimulator press into my most sensitive area. I squeaked with delight, Claire started to writhe with delight but as I only had a slight frame, I was in fear of being thrown off, like a rodeo bull throwing its rider. Then Pete approached me from behind, spat onto his erect penis and inserted it into my tight virginal arsehole. I was now the jam in a Claire and Pete sandwich…….

Chapter 5

…….I thrust forwards into Claire then backwards onto Pete. What a feeling, again forwards and backwards, I started a nice rhythm. Each time I looked forwards into Claire’s eyes, sometimes they looked deep into mine, other times she looked over my shoulder at Pete. I increased my pace as my heart rate pulsed, deeper and deeper, forwards and back. Faster and faster, I was getting wet but nowhere near an orgasm. Claire however, now there was an orgasm waiting to happen. I quickened my pace, thrusting into her and back onto Pete. Her breath started to pant, Pete’s too on the back of my neck, this was great. I was the filling, in their orgasm sandwich. I was fully in charge. I thrust harder and deeper, my pace increased further. My tight arsehole gripping around Pete’s shaft in out, in out, up down, up down. Their breathing got shallower not even panting fully now, just like when a dog had been on a fast run, but without their tongues hanging out. I knew it, just a few more thrusts and I would win, my clitoris was wet, too wet. I was turned on, but, this time I was going to fulfil them both. In out, in out I rocked faster and faster, harder and harder, their breathing changed, in out, in out, faster and faster and then in unison, you might even say stereo. They both tensed up then exhaled and with a loud cry they shouted “OH….. MY…… GOD….. ”. I felt Pete’s length start to pump, throbbing into my arsehole, Claire was riding, writhing, squirming, into her deepest orgasm. Pete collapsed onto me and I collapsed under his body weight onto Claire, his cum oozing out of my arsehole and Claire’s heavy panting and hot breath in my ear.

We rested for a while, then I motioned for Pete to roll off, which he did and I climbed off Claire. I needed some food, what time was it? I looked at the clock, a little after noon. I walked into the kitchen, Pete surfaced, Claire too. I said I needed a little bite to eat………….. nothing heavy I couldn’t stomach anything heavy. Claire and Pete sat at the table, I suggested a yoghurt, Pete screwed his face up but Claire smiled and said “yes please, any flavour”. As we were eating our yoghurts Pete’s tool , appeared to be sad, hanging limp and lifeless. Looking down at the floor, I looked across at Claire and caught her eye. I motioned with my eyes towards Pete’s groin. She stood up appearing to walk to the sink. As she passed him she looked down to see his sad member looking so forlorn. She dripped the remnant of her yoghurt right into Pete’s lap, bullseye, it landed right on his member. He jumped up, shouting “you daft bugger”. Claire slyly looked at him, bent down onto her knees and started to lick the yoghurt off him. He sat back down on the chair a smirky grin on his face, I thought we girls needed to teach him a thing or two.

Once he was seated, Claire straddled his thigh, her hot wet lips immediately sliming where she sat and her finger nails digging into his chest just enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. “I have something to soothe the pain” I said, he looked at me and said “please”. I took my yoghurt pot and poured it over his tattooed pecks, Claire went into overdrive. She covered him with sloppy kisses and lapped at his heavy pulsing chest. This got him so aroused, he rose from the chair grasping under Claire’s buttocks and carried her, astride him back to the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and lowered his strong muscular body on top of her, he entered her wet slippery hole (very easily) and when he was balls deep, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. I was jealous, god I was jealous. Once he had her legs where he wanted them he rolled forward once again, doubling Claire up so her calves were almost by her ears, I thought (if that had been me, I could have wrapped my legs behind my own head) I was still that supple. Once he was comfortable and safe (well he thought he was) I quietly crept into the bedroom, you see I hadn’t removed the strap-on and now it was his turn.

I crawled onto the bed behind him, the strap-on still glistening with Claire’s juices. I lifted onto my feet so I was squatted behind him and slowly and surely started to enter him. He looked over his shoulder and winked, I was shocked, had he planned this all along. I rode him deep, bareback, humping his very being. I scrapped my nails down his strong muscular back, he seemed to like this too. What could I do, my husband of ten years knew my every move before I made it, I withdrew the strap-on almost to the point where it would fall out, then thrust it back in him. It took his breath away slightly, so I did it again. A little harder then harder still. He was panting hard and making moaning noises (pleasure or pain), I wasn’t sure. I got my thumb, this nail was slightly longer than my finger, I pressed it hard against the rim of his arsehole and he screamed. Now this time I knew, it was pain and I loved giving it to him…….

Chapter 6

…….His adrenalin kicked in by now and the pain seemed to subside. So I withdrew, I removed the strap-on, and joined them once again on the bed. Claire’s legs still over Pete’s strong shoulders, Pete humping her very regular. I looked at his ball sack, it was bashing against Claire’s pussy and arse. I said out loud “you poor thing, do you want some attention” and with that I opened my mouth and took his sack in. Pete was delighted, you see he trimmed his pubic hair neatly also under his arms, but as for the rest of him he was hairless. At the gym where he attended, they had a grooming facility, and once a month he had a waxing and massage.

I had images going through my mind once again. What services did Pete, get at the gym I thought. He always came back refreshed, my mind wandered. You see I went to a gym, about three times a month, just a mild workout for me and ladies only, Pete insisted on that. But his was a mixed facility, and I thought what if the beauty therapist’s, were female and offered, extra’s. The thought washed over me, did he get other kicks, a blond beauty, after inflicting pain by waxing him. Massaging his taught body then stroking him and giving his cock a rub, a suck, or even straddling him and riding him. This thought turned me on, I started to masturbate myself, sucking his balls, fingering myself and getting very, very wet. I brought myself off this time, to a quiet but truly fulfilled orgasm.

Pete was now pumping harder inside Claire, she was moaning deliriously, with joy I hope. I couldn’t keep his sack in my mouth, so I got up, found the camcorder and pressed record. As I stepped around the bed filming the two of them fucking each other like two rabbits, on heat. They both worked up into frenzy; moaning, groaning, sweating and swearing at each other. Until the two of them, finally orgasmed together. Pete rolled off and onto his back, Claire rolled towards him, raising one leg to rub his hot sweaty thigh and I put the camera down, to crawl across the bed to be on his other side. Replicating Claire’s pose with my leg rubbing his other thigh, Pete spoke “I am so glad you two get on”, he continued “you see Claire’s lease is up on her apartment and I want her to move in with us”. “she can have the spare room, for most of the time and we can have threesome’s once a month”. “What do you think, Sarah”, he said and with that we all fell in to a deep restful sleep, with sweet dreams of our last few hours of exploits.

The end.

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Jenny’s Mom tells how she ended up a sub to an 18-year-old.

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH. 05: MOM’S STORY

Summary: Jenny’s Mom tells her how she ended up submitting to an 18-year-old cheerleader.

Note 1: This chapter takes place immediately after the end of part 4.

Note 2: A special thanks goes to Steve B and estragon for their tireless editing efforts in this and many of my other works.

Note 3: Narration summary:
Parts 1 and 2 were told from the point of view of the original seductress…Megan.
Part 3 and 4 were told by babysitter-turned-cheerleader sub Jenny.
Part 5 is told by Jenny’s Mom, Amy Wyatt, as she retells her shocking story of submission to her daughter, prompted by her daughter’s friend, Karen.

Story Notes:
This story was tougher to write for me. In the end it is told both in the present, in the past and eventually as a flashback. To make the distinctions clearer the normal font is the past, the italics is the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM’S STORY
Karen’s cum glistening from my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress and my daughter’s cheerleading friend, to tell my only daughter how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina, and her friend straddling my face.

I began retelling the story, still handcuffed and lying on my bed, completely vulnerable in front of my daughter. “I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that morning you became a cheerleader. She just seemed to have something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. ”

Luckily, as I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen untied my wrists from their tight restraints. I thanked the 18-year-old, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy slut,” she replied, my shame going another shade deeper.

I continued, “That said, I was way more baffled by my daughter’s transformation overnight than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend.”

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump with the toy inside me.

I whimpered, and went on.“But my attention began to shift without me even knowing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. As Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long forgotten tingle in my vagina, one that had been largely ignored since your father passed.”

“Your what, slut?” Karen reprimanded.

“Sorry, Mistress, my cunt. I felt a tingle in my cunt. When you two were getting ready to leave, I couldn’t believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen. When Karen kissed me on the cheek, ever-so-delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting with me. Yet, instead of being flattered, I was mortified that I had allowed her to massage my feet and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her touch more. Once you two were gone, I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your father died. Once my orgasm had faded, I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I would not let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me.”

“You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke,” Karen pointed out, while beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

“Y-y-yes, that is true,” I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come. I continued telling my daughter my complete fall from grace, “Obviously I couldn’t control my desire. When I came into Jenny’s room the following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a small crush on my daughter’s new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian.”

“How did you know that?” Karen led me on.

“At the time, it was just a hunch. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held back barely at the last second. But when you complimented me, ‘Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,’ I was putty. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying to ignore my inappropriately building fascination with my daughter’s 18-year-old cheerleader friend.”

“Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?” Karen inquired.

“No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room, I knew that my daughter was a lesbian.”

“How did you conclude that?” Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully inside me.

“The sexual tension in the room and Jenny’s ruby red cheeks implied she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your shaved cunt glistening. I instantly concluded my precious daughter’s face had just been between these legs. I then gave you a massage as requested, my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties. I couldn’t resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and wanted to leave. Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your legs, not my daughter. I couldn’t believe that instead of protecting my daughter against your powerful sexuality, I was envious of her lesbian opportunity.”

“Do you want to cum, slut?” Karen asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I honestly replied.

“In front of your daughter?” Karen continued attempting to humiliate me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, a loud swish sound as it exited, she explained, “Well, once you are done, I will fuck you to an orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by the 18-year old Domme cheerleader.

I continued, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, “So then, on the weekend, while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched Jenny’s computer.”

“Mom,” Jenny gasped, “how could you?”

I looked at my daughter for the first time in a while, and answered apologetically, “I’m so sorry, honey. You know I have always respected your privacy, but with the changes in you and the changes in me, I had to know.”

I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I had seen when she first saw me in this sexual predicament. She muttered, “I can’t believe you would do that.”

Karen ended the drama. “Enough with the pretented shock Jenny. You knew I was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn’t do anything to stop it.”

It was my turn to be shocked. “You did?”

Jenny, now on the defensive, said, “That’s not true. Well I suppose it is, but I never in a million years thought you would actually succumb to her charm. It was just way too preposterous notion.” She paused, looked at me with a facial expression that confused me, and went on, “But apparently it wasn’t so preposterous after all.”

My head was reeling with all of this new information, yet it didn’t change anything. Whether Jenny knew or not, it was still me who submitted to Karen.

Getting back to the story at hand, my utter submission to my daughter’s friend, I continued, “Anyways, as I searched Jenny’s computer, I kept getting surprise after surprise. First, I found she frequently visited a website called Literotica and read almost exclusively lesbian fiction. I read some of the stories she had saved on her hard drive and many were similar, submissive lesbian stories. My daughter was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and clearly just beginning to learn about her sexuality. I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher interview. I copied the links to some other stories to read at a later date on my own private laptop before continuing to search her computer. I eventually found some saved chats. The more I read the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose. I read chats from a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my daughter and read later chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online.”

Karen, always one for shock value, announced, “Do you know who Dr. Meg is?”

“No, idea,” I replied, although I was very curious.

“Your next door neighbour,” Karen revealed.

“No!” I responded, visibly shocked. Karen babysat for Meg. She had a young child. It didn’t seem possible.

“Yes,” Karen rebutted, “isn’t that so, Jenny?”

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, “Yes.”

“And actually, she is Jenny’s and my Mistress,” Karen revealed.

I couldn’t imagine someone more powerful than Karen, as I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, “I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it, slut, you will soon be on your knees submitting to her too,” Karen proclaimed.

Megan was a beautiful woman, one whom only a few days previously I had considered as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now, with my naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, a powerful Mistress to please.

“Would you like to submit to Megan?” Karen asked.

“Do I have a choice?” I responded.

“We always have a choice,” Karen pointed out.

I realized she was right. I could have prevented this submission from occurring. But a dark side of me, a side I had held in check for a long time, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going back. “Yes, I suppose so,” I responded, trying to avoid being too committal.

Karen waved her hand dismissively, “We can talk about your submission to your daughter’s Mistress later. Please continue your story.”

I had to think briefly, to remember where I left off, before I continued, “Well, I decided I would have to confront Jenny when she returned from her cheerleading retreat, although I really had no idea how to go about it. I didn’t want her to know I had been on her computer and reading her private stuff. Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I would deal with this. I still hadn’t come up with a concrete plan I liked when she returned last night. I had planned to deal with it today somehow, but I guess that is rather irrelevant now.”

“I would say so,” Karen chuckled.

Ignoring Karen’s chuckle and the implications that went along with it, I continued my story, “So, that night, I must confess, I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website, in the lesbian section. Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another story that had similar themes. This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, a few incest stories. It wasn’t the incest that turned me on, but the utter submission of the mother that did. For example, I…no, never mind.”

“You can’t start and then leave us hanging,” Karen teased.

“No, it’s not important,” I responded, attempting to make it seem like it really was nothing.

“You don’t want to be punished in front of your daughter, do you?” Karen threatened.

“No!” I quickly responded, terrified at what the sexy but powerful teen might do. My face flushed with embarrassment, I admitted, “There was a story called ‘Mommies Make Good Puppies’ and it was about a daughter who dominated her Mom and made her her pet, like a puppy. I can’t explain it, but such utter submission had me so wet, I ended up fucking myself with a brush.”

“You don’t have toys?” Karen asked, flabbergasted.

“No,” I admitted.

“Well, we will change that very soon,” Karen promised.

“Ok,” I agreed, although the smirk on her face had me slightly worried.

“So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your daughter’s pet?”

“No, no, no,” I adamantly denied, “I got off on the utter submission, not the incest part.”

“Sure, sure,” Karen responded, dismissing my reasoning.

“No, really,” I countered, desperate to end this incest talk, especially with my daughter in the room.

“Jenny, would you like a new pet?” Karen asked.

My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset as me, “No.”

“You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a good little pet. A very obedient little pet,” Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further.

Jenny shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, “Whatever. So then what happened, slut?”

Thankful the awkward incest conversation was over, I continued, “The next day I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search my tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive, blackmailed, domination, teenager. I don’t know how many times I got off that day, but it was more than a dozen.”

“Wow,” Karen responded, impressed, “When the dam breaks, it really breaks.”

I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. Ignoring her comment, I continued, “Which I guess leads us to today.”

“Oh, yes it does,” Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission.

“Let’s go, slut, I don’t have all day,” Karen prodded.

I let out a sigh and began, “So that leads to how I ended up here.”

“And your final submission as my slut,” Karen gloriously added.

“Yes,” I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I would look like I was on fire.

“Anyways, there was a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday, quite frankly. I opened the door and it was Karen in her usual cheerleading costume. I told her that you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, confused at why she would possibly be here to see me.”

“But your cunt knew, didn’t it?” Karen vulgarly proclaimed.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, honestly. It didn’t hit me at that moment what your intentions might have been,” I admitted.

“So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea. She agreed and I went into the kitchen to get some. Karen followed and sat down at the table. Once I had poured the iced tea, I returned to the table and sat down.”

Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, “Close your legs, slut.” I obeyed. The toy was now a major distraction.

I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although I changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it.

I asked, “What can I do for you Karen?”

Karen smiled, “I need some advice.”

“OK,” I replied, “What’s your problem?”

“Well, you may have guessed this already, but I am a lesbian,” she revealed, rather frankly.

I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my daughter one too. “That is ok, my dear, this is 2011,” I comforted, knowing this was a delicate situation.

“Oh, I know,” she confidently responded, “It’s just how do I tell my Mother? She will freak!”

“Hmmm,” I pondered, “I don’t know, but I have found that honesty is always the answer, although at first there may be a rough patch.”

“How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?” Karen asked.

A week ago, it would have shocked me to my core. But now, I just assumed she was. The evidence was all there. “Well, I would support her, of course. I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a lesbian in a man’s world is even tougher. I would hate for her to be an outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation.”

“So you would be ok with it?” Karen questioned.

“Yes, although I’d rather her be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff,” I answered honestly, hoping that my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.

“It’s 2011, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids,” Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

“Oh, I know,” I agreed, but rationalized, “but it will still be tougher to live in today’s society as a gay couple.”

She shrugged, before asking me a question I was not expecting, “Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?”

“My goodness, no,” I responded.

“Does such an idea disgust you?” Karen asked, her facial expression and tone showing I had offended her.

“Oh, no, no, no,” I tried to recover, “It’s just I grew up in a much more black and white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids, and so forth. Being a lesbian was like being from the wrong side of the tracks.”

“So you have never thought another woman was attractive?”

“Oh sure, I mean I know when a woman is good looking. I have often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out younger women.”

“But you never were tempted to do anything with one?”

“No,” I honestly answered, confused at how this conversation had shifted from being about Karen’s coming out to my own non-lesbian lifestyle.

“Never?” she asked, her tone shifting in a way I can’t explain, but implied she thought I was lying.

I too quickly responded, “No, never.”

At that moment, Karen spilt her still half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader’s top. “Oh shit,” she cursed, “I’m so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I have already wrecked one this year.”

Instantly in Mother-crisis mode, I ordered, “Here, hand it to me. I’ll throw it in the wash.”

She quickly obeyed and stunned me even more when I learned she was not wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were directly in front of me. I stood still in a slight daze, staring at her breasts. Karen asked, her tone innocent and sweet, “Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?”

Her words brought me back to reality and I stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts had no effect on me, “N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I’ll go and throw this in the wash.”

I began to leave, but Karen said, “Stop. I got some on my skirt too.” She quickly slipped out of her skirt and was now in only beige thigh high stockings and what appeared to be a pink thong. I wordlessly took the skirt and shirt and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine, I tried to get my head straight. I couldn’t erase Karen’s breasts from my mind. I took a deep breath and chanted to myself, ‘I am not a lesbian’. Finally confident in my self-control, I went back upstairs. Karen was still sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked.

“I better go and get you a robe,” and quickly went to Jenny’s bedroom. I returned and handed her the robe.

She stood up, “Can you put it on for me?”

A strange request, but wanting her covered up to prevent the impact it was having on me, I obliged. My hands shook slightly as I was so close to this young girl who had caused me to question my sexuality. She stood still and once it was on, she turned around so she was eye to eye with me. She leaned in, I thought to kiss me on the lips, but instead kissed my cheek. A tingle spread to my cunt and I desperately tried to ignore it.

She excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time trying to extinguish the fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came back down a couple of minutes later and sat across from me. She returned to our conversation, as if it didn’t miss a beat. “So you have never…ever…thought about another girl sexually?”

“I didn’t say that,” I replied, attempting to make a joke about it.

“So, you have thought of a girl sexually?” she asked, her tone giving just a hint of flirtation.

“I imagine every woman has at some point,” I responded, attempting desperately to make it seem casual.

“Ya think?” she smiled, as I confirmed to myself that she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire down below was getting harder to ignore.

I shrugged, desperately attempting to keep it casual, “Of course.”

I heard a bump on the table and Karen curse, “Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe again.”

“Are you OK?” I asked, motherly instinct again taking over.

“I think so, can you come and take a look?” she asked.

Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and took her stocking foot into my hand. “I don’t see anything hurt, Karen. I think you…” I began and, as I moved my head to look up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe casually falling to the side.

“Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt?” Karen asked, her smile giving away any last innocence that may have existed.

“P-p-pardon?” I stammered, thrown by the sudden shift in context.

“You heard me, Mrs. Wyatt, do you like looking at my cunt?” she asked, before adding “You sure seemed to the other day.”

I began to stand up, but felt her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t get up yet, Mrs. Wyatt. Take a good look at the cunt your daughter loves to savour.”

Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my daughter sent a chill up my back, but I obeyed and stayed on my knees staring at the teen’s shaved cunt. It looked so inviting. I couldn’t explain it, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste my daughter’s friend’s cunt. I knew I should stand up, end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a teen boy at his first strip show.

“You want to savour it too, don’t you, Mrs. Wyatt?” she teased, opening her legs wider.

I didn’t say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees, in my kitchen, staring at her cunt, was probably the answer already. I tried to resist, to stand up, but I couldn’t. I was helpless and completely at the whim of this beautiful 18-year-old.

“Answer me slut!” she roared, startling me completely.

Being called a slut should have brought me back to reality. I was definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory name had my pussy getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, “I-I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Really?” she teased, sliding her finger inside her cunt. I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped her finger in and out. After a few seconds, she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent lingered just above my nose. “Beg to suck my finger,” she ordered.

I again could have prevented this; stopped my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. “Karen, can I please lick your finger?”

“Are you sure?” she questioned, the sticky finger just lingering there in front of me.

Each question slowly weakened me, “Yes.”

“Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes, Karen?” I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say.

She explained, “As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine. I will be your Mistress and you will be my slut. My cunt. My lez. Is that understood?”

The harsh reality she presented me had me reconsider my desire to submit to her. I was not a lesbian! Or a cunt! While I pondered this, she put her finger back in her cunt, coating her fingers with her juice. She brought it to my lips, and said, raising the temptation ten-fold, “Just so you know what you will be missing if you decline.”

As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the forbidden fruit. I didn’t know what I thought it would taste like, but one subtle taste and I craved more. I moved to satisfy my craving, but she again moved it away.

“So you are ready to submit to me completely?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered without hesitation, my panties now sticky with my own fluid.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I announced, officially committing to a position I didn’t yet completely comprehend.

She rewarded me by putting her finger at my lips. “Good slut, clean my finger.”

I obeyed, eagerly, like a puppy being rewarded for doing a trick. I savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of juice from her finger.

Once done, she asked, “Do you want to get some directly from the source, Jenny’s Mommy?”

Throwing in my daughter’s name was obviously used to shame me even more, but I was in far too deep to back down now. My eyes stared at the wet, shining pussy directly in front of me. “Yes, Mistress,” I submitted.

Karen repositioned herself so her pussy was at the end of the chair and only inches from my face. “Do you like what you see?” she teased.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, a slight moan escaping me.

“Are you wet, slut?” she questioned.

Humiliated, I shook my head in the affirmative.

“Give me your panties,” she demanded, before adding, “actually, get naked slut.”

Mortified, I stood up, pulled open my robe and allowed it to drop to the floor. In only my nightie and panties, I felt instantly vulnerable. No one had seen me naked since my husband passed. I trembled like a drug addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over my head. Once in only my panties, I hesitated.

“The panties too, slave.”

The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable reason. I obeyed and she took my panties. “Holy shit, slut, you are soaking wet! Why?”

“I don’t know,” I honestly answered standing naked in my own kitchen.

“Don’t you?” she teased, pulling my hand, implying I should fall back onto my knees. Once on my knees again, she added, “I think you know exactly why you are wet. You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your daughter. You are in exactly the same position your precious little dyke daughter was just a few days ago…on her knees between my legs in this very house. Are you ready to submit completely?”

“Yes, Mistress, I will do anything,” I admitted, attempting to ignore the humiliating reality she kept reminding me I was in.

“I like that. I like that answer very much,” she purred. “Go ahead slut, taste your prize.”

I leaned forward, full of trepidation, slowly. The closer I got to her wet cunt the more intoxicated I got with the scent alone. Finally, after so many years, I finally tasted my first pussy, and as soon as I did, I knew there was no turning back. I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined to get more and more juice. I licked and I sucked. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her cunt. Her whimpers became moans, and after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I was soon rewarded for my eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose. She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had subsided. Once done, she said, “Well, you are an eager little beaver, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face sticky with her cum.

“Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started,” she informed me.

My pussy tingled with anticipation at the pleasure I desperately wanted to feel. I fell onto all fours like a dog and began crawling to my room like a puppy, humiliation and desire tearing me apart. She followed me.

Once in my room, she demanded, “Get on your bed, slut and stay on all fours.”

I obeyed and watched, both disappointed and nervous as she left my room. My nerves suddenly came flooding back as I wondered where she was going. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on cock. I briefly wondered where she would have gotten such a toy, but decided it no longer mattered.

She got on the bed, “Does my slut want to be fucked?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had been so long since I had been fucked and partly because of the utter submission I was feeling at the hands of this powerful cheerleader.

Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit, definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life. “My, my, you really are one horny bitch. Hard to believe you are a dyke virgin. Well, your daughter was too until just over a week ago.”

Every time my daughter was mentioned, my shame doubled, yet no matter how much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to come or please overtook it.

Without warning, she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaah, yes.”

While holding the cock deep in my cunt she asked, “Who owns you?”

My only desire was to come and the only way to come was complete submission to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, “You are, Mistress.”

One quick thrust out and back in increased the sensation in my cunt. “And you will do anything I ask, my dyke?”

“Yes, Mistress, anything,” I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me, ignoring the unknown consequences of such a commitment.

Three quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing quick pleasure I barely remembered ever feeling.

“Beg to come, slut,” my new Mistress ordered.

Propriety long out the door, I pleaded like a nasty whore, “Oh Mistress, fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad.”

Seemingly content with my words, she began to fuck me, hard and fast, with purposeful thrusts that filled my pussy. Each hard plunge into me had me wetter and closer to my much needed orgasm. As my moans got louder, she suddenly pulled out and ordered, “Get on your back, slave!”

I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me. Instead, I watched as she tied my wrists with her thigh high stockings to my bedposts. I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness increased, as did my desperate desire to come. Once she had me tied to the bed, she took off the strap-on and left the room, without a word. Frustration filled me both at my weakness and my need to come. I waited over forty-five minutes at least before she came back in drinking a glass of water and texting on her cell phone. Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most vulnerable and humiliating position I had ever been in.

She shrugged, “Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her place on her knees as my slave.”

She put the water down and left again. I wondered if my humiliation would ever end and suddenly realized that Jenny could be home soon. I called out, “Mistress, please untie me, Jenny could be home any minute.”

Luckily, I thought, Karen came back in, but in her hand now was a vibrator. She walked over and none too gently shoved it in my cunt. I whimpered, my desire to come overriding my worry instantly. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as I assumed she expected, when I heard the door open.

Calmly, Karen explained, “Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your daughter. She has a similar role. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose.”

Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, “Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!” Karen rubbed her pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off. I licked as best I could in my suffocated state for another couple of minutes until I heard Karen scream, way over the top, “That’s it Mommy, I’m coming, lick your Mistress’s cunt, yesssss!” She collapsed forward, her cum dripping onto my face.

I lay still, worried my daughter was in my room, yet distracted by the toy inside me. My worry was confirmed when Karen purred, “I bet you are dying to know how this happened?”

My daughter was obviously stunned, as I did not hear one word escape her lips. The silence was broken by my new Mistress, our Mistress, who demanded, “Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my personal plaything.”

*****

“Which leads me to now. I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny,” I apologized with both my words and my eyes.

Jenny stared at me, clearly stunned by what she had heard and witnessed.

Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy. My long pent-up stress and much needed orgasm took control and I again became not Jenny’s Mom, but rather Karen’s slave. “Oh yes, Mistress, please keep fucking me.”

“Are you ready to come, slut?” Karen questioned, testing me in front of my daughter.

“Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad,” I begged. She left the vibrating toy lodged in me while she quickly tied my wrists to my bedposts again.

“In front of your daughter?” she questioned.

The answer should have been a clear no, yet my need to come superseded logic and my daughter heard me moan, “Yes, Mistress, in front of my daughter. Make me yours completely in front of my daughter.”

Karen returned between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me and the second she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, “Oh yes, Mistress, I am comiiiiiiiiing!”

Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily the most intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt. Yet, as soon as the orgasm was done, shame overwhelmed me. I had just submitted to my daughter’s friend in front of my daughter. I was mortified. I tried to move but realized I was still tied up. I asked, “Can you untie me, please?”

Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, “How was your day, Jenny?”

Finally hearing her speak again, she said, “I accomplished my task, but it was quite a challenge.”

“You fucked Miss Morgan?” Karen bluntly announced.

“Yes, Mistress,” my daughter replied, sounding identical to me. I was double shocked. First, at hearing my daughter call Karen Mistress like I had been doing all day and secondly learning my daughter had seduced her teacher, assumedly the one I had read about online.

“I want to hear all the juicy details,” Karen said.

“Of course, Mistress, but can we go to my room? I have to also get ready for a date,” my daughter announced. I was instantly curious about my daughter’s date. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I knew everything about my daughter, but now I felt like I didn’t know her at all.

“With who?” Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.

“Ashley,” Jenny revealed, her voice implying her insecurity, which I still could recognize.

Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still in me, grabbed my daughter’s hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at me and ordered, “Stay,” and left, laughing out loud.

I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted. How would I ever be able to show my face to my daughter? How would I regain her respect? My mind replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I had done. What had I agreed to? What had I become? Each simple fall of my submission flashed in my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing in my cunt began to take control. I sighed, knowing I was no longer in control. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown….

The end….

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This is one of an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well!

I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited.

My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab.

About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend.

Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances.

Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did!

It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure.

‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve.

I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist.

‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’

I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture.

As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones.

Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress.

‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little.

‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’

To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly:

‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands.

‘Good … that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’

Well, yes, I was … and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further.

‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’

Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs.

As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on.

‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman.

Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting.

Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt.

I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head.

‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! … aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! … fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’

Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had!

I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks.

Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated.

‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you … I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’

My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers … of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting.

‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ – Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian.

‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’

She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo.

Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp:

‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’

I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness:

‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me … oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me … please, now!’

Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs.

At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips.

Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman.

I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax.

I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love.

Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time.

Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight:

‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’

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It’s been a while. Half stories/fantasies sit unfinished on my laptop. At last I have found the enthusiasm to finish one! I hope you enjoy, constructive comments are always appreciated.

I had met Peter in my late teens, he was my first boyfriend, he took my virginity, we had been together for many, many years. Sex was very average, it wasn’t until the explosion of erotic fiction onto the book market that I started to realise how crap he actually was. Sex was often uncomfortable, I never climaxed, he continually wanted me to suck him off but never gave me oral. He introduced me to porn later on in our relationship, I must confess I never could get into it but what did seem to turn me on was girl on girl action. My pussy would become wet, for the sake of my sanity, it was easier to suggest a porn film with lesbian action, me to put myself on all fours, watching it, while he happily banged away. I still never came but at least my cunt became lubricated to accommodate him. I masturbated alone at every opportunity.

When I was in my late thirties, I had a really good friendship with a lady called Lynn. We got on instantaneously on our first meeting, similar likes and dislikes and good company. I knew she was a lesbian and I confess some of my lonely masturbation sessions were helped along by closing my eyes and fantasising that Lynn was with me. We had been friends for many years and never once did she show any interest in me and to be honest how would I react if she did, probably run away in blind panic?

My relationship with Peter was getting to the point where one of us needed to do something about it. Sex didn’t happen thank goodness, he was working all hours and the rest of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this relationship could not carry on, we lived together but that was no longer an excuse and it was time I did something about it.

Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday night. She was an excellent cook, so armed with a couple of bottles of good wine, I drove to her home looking forward to a relaxed evening with my friend.

The food had been delicious, having finished puddings and cleared away, we moved to the lounge area, flopping down on the sofa to continue the second bottle of wine.

‘You’re not yourself tonight. What’s going on with you, is it that useless article, Peter again?’ Lynn asked.

I sighed deeply,

‘Oh Lynn, you know me too well. I really cannot stay living with him any longer. We are with each other purely out of habit and it isn’t doing either of us any good.’

‘Do you love him?’ she enquired.

‘Hell no, the love died a long time ago. Actually, I don’t even know if you’d call it love. Teenage lust probably. I am really no longer attracted to him, our sex life doesn’t happen and wasn’t any good when we did!’ I complained.

‘How…..what…..do you mean?’ Lynn pushed.

‘Well, he took my virginity, had no idea what foreplay was, expected me to suck him off but wouldn’t reciprocate and as for an orgasm for me, he wouldn’t know what one was! Oh my god Lynn, I’m sorry to be so blunt, I can’t help but say it as it is!’ I apologised

Lynn laughed,

‘Don’t apologise, I’m sorry I am laughing, it’s not funny, I can’t believe you are still with him after all these years if that’s the way he treats you.’

I couldn’t help myself as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks. Lynn shuffled over from the other end of the sofa and sat facing me sideways on, pulling me into her shoulder.

‘Hey, don’t cry! You deserve so much more. You are beautiful, kind and funny. Don’t ever forget that, his loss is someone else’s gain.’

I snuffled into her shoulder, grateful for her support when I felt so low.

‘Hey, look at me.’ She pushed my shoulders away from her and I brought my eyes up to look at her.

She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to beat so fast. I was not sure how to react, part of me was so unsure but that other nagging part of me wanted it and more.

She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my neck, relaxing me with her touch. Her fingers moved to the v in my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, lower and lower until she had them all undone and was pulling the fabric out that was tucked in my skirt exposing my front to her.

Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up to my decent size breasts enveloped in my sheer flesh coloured bra. My nipples pebbled hard under the gauzy translucent fabric and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and my cunt ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine but predominately from her attention.

Lynn moved forward again kissing me open mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own tongue. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her own, releasing it with a sigh, I flicked out my tongue and licked her lips, finally plucking the courage up to venture my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss was luxurious, a slow dance of tongues, helping me to relax further.

Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the knotted flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. Moving across to the catch at the front of my bra she released my breasts, the material springing away releasing my mounds Gently she moved the material out of the way, cupping one of my mounds, rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh, then moving over to treat the other one the same. My nipples tightened further, my clit was now throbbing achingly, her splayed fingers slid lightly over the protruding tightened teat, vibrating as each digit rubbed past. The sensations where so erotic, I wanted more, needed her to help stop the ache, the incessant throb in my clit.

I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,

‘Tell me……. is this what you want?’

‘Yes, please……’ I whispered in response.

Kissing my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her quickened breath on my skin. Her hand left my breasts moving down, seeking the hem of my skirt, pulling and tugging until the material was bunched around my waist exposing my panty covered crotch. Her hand moved down to my knee closest to her, applying some pressure as she drew circles on my inside leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the urge to sate my need, I didn’t hesitate to open my legs for her, pushing my knees as far apart as the sofa would allow.

Achingly slowly her fingers inched up my thighs in tiny increments, teasing me beyond words, I wanted this so, so bad, my breath coming in short pants. She cupped my mound, the heal of her hand against my pubic bone, her fingers resting lightly against my slit and her fingertips against the wet material of my crotch. She continued to caress the skin on my chest lower and lower until her mouth closed over one of my nipples, drawing the tingling flesh into her mouth, sucking hard.

The welcomed contact caused my hips to buck into her hand pushing her fingers tighter against my slit, her mouth alternating between suckling and flicking each of my nipples with her tongue. Never, in all my years had I wanted to come so bad, even masturbating holding a vibrating dildo against my clit watching lesbian porn had brought me to this wild heightened state. I didn’t know what to say, I wanted more, so much more.

‘Pleeease, pleeease…..’ I whined at Lynn.

She still didn’t move, continued to lavish her attentive mouth on my breasts, her hand so tantalising still against the front of my pussy.

‘I need you……I need you to…………make……….me………..come! Please Lynn, I need you so badly!’ I gasped.

She dragged her fingers up and slid them into my panties, parting my labia, one of her fingers probing my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact bucking up again and again circling my hips to increase the pressure of her finger on my most sensitive parts.

‘Shhhh…..relax baby…..take it slow…..let me show you how good it can feel…how it should feel…..you need to realise how good I can make you feel.’ She whispered against my breasts. She dipped her fingers into my wetness pooling at the entrance to my cunt and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and forth, at the same time she continued to suckle my nipples alternatively.

The touch and speed of the circles on my slippery flesh became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my body tightening, my fingers digging into the plush cushions of the sofa. Her mouth sucked harder, biting the sensitive flesh and then soothing the bite with the swipe of her tongue. Her finger now flicking so fast over my clit, sensations shooting across my body in so many directions, as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so hard, never had I been the recipient of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my cunt walls contract and pulse. Lynn slowed the massaging of my clit as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.

‘Hey, earth to Caroline?’ Lynn whispered looking deeply into my eyes. She kissed me again, passionately, her tongue caressing my mouth.

‘Are you okay?’

I nodded dumbly in answer to her question.

‘I haven’t even started to show you how I can make you feel. Stay with me tonight, please?’ she pleaded.

Suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness I was unable to answer. Lynn stood up quickly, reaching for my hand, she pulled me to my feet. My skirt fell back down as I stood but my blouse remained open with my unfastened bra draped to my sides. I looked down at my exposed breasts, she put her fingers under my chin and pulled my face back up to meet hers, stroking down the slope of one breast to circle my nipple, the flesh tightening in response, she quietly said,

‘Baby, don’t be shy, you have a beautiful body, I so want to explore it more…’

Grasping my hand again she pulled me out of the room, up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. Pulling me deeper into the room until we were next to her bed, she pulled my blouse and bra from my shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her own jumper over her head, revealing small breasts which showed off her taught protruding nipples, moving forward she embraced me and kissed me hungrily.

Breaking away, she reached behind and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor, the knelt at my feet and pulled my panties down and off my feet. She leant forward, breathing against my mount, kissed my slit and returned to stand to face me. She then proceeded to unzip her trousers, sliding them down her legs to reveal her naked, bald pussy to me, kicking them off her feet as she moved in to kiss me again.

Our kisses became more passionate as she started to pay attention to my breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples between her fingers and thumb. Emboldened I reached for her breasts, relishing in the softness of the skin, the nipples hard as I rubbed my palm against them. She pushed me down on the bed on my back and moved to straddle my hips, instantly I felt her wet pussy against my mound. I looked down and could see her labia shiny with her juices. She leaned in again to kiss me, our tongues dualling, teeth banging as she rubbed herself against my pubic bone and moaning into my mouth.

Manoeuvring herself further back, hooking her right leg underneath my left one until our pussies were kissing and she started to rub herself against me. The sensation was electric, our wet lips slurping against one another, she pulled my left knee up to her chest and started to ride me hard. Our clits rubbed against each other, sliding over our soaked pussies, grinding down against our pubic bones, our orgasms building as we mashed our bodies together.

We were both covered in a sheen of sweat as we panted from the exertion of chasing our orgasms, the slurping of our pussies against each other echoed loudly in the room, the noise exciting us further. As we both reached our climax, we cried out simultaneously, clinging to one another as our exertions slowed, grinding out the last throes of our orgasms.

Collapsing on the bed, Lynn and I laid side by side, breathing hard with our legs still entwined, I kissed her and moving to lay on my back, I said,

‘Thank you….words cannot describe how enlightening this has been….I had no idea it would or should feel like this. I’m blown away.’

‘You’re welcome. You have no idea how much I have wanted to do this to you for.’

Was her reply.

I must have drifted off for a while, I was awoken by Lynn suckling on my breasts, I lay still with my eyes closed absorbing those wonderful sensations once again, appreciating those little sparks shooting down to my pussy making me wet. Her tongue circled over each of my nipples, pinching tightly between her teeth, sucking and pulling the flesh taught, over and over again she repeated the attention on each breast. I felt like I was so close to orgasm from just her attentions to my tits but that elusive orgasm just wasn’t quite within reach, by now I was panting from her teasing, my juices trickling down my slit.

Her mouth left my breasts, she kissed and licked her way down my stomach, moving over to suck on the flesh covering my hip bones. I felt the bed move as she manoeuvred herself between my legs, pushing them wide apart until the side of my knees touched the mattress. I sat up on my elbows, my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her mouth move closer and closer to my pussy.

‘You are so wet.’ She exclaimed.

I gasped as she drew the flat of her tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit. The feel so electric and the sight so erotic as she paused over my clit to look up at me and show my creamy juices gathered on her tongue before taking them into her mouth to savour them before sweeping back downwards. She continued to lap at me, her mouth and tongue licking and slurping up my copious juices as strings of grool stretched between her mouth and my pussy. The sensations ramped up as I watched her devour me, then she moved to my clit, pushing my pubic mound upwards to tighten the skin and pull the hood back to reveal that special knot of nerves. Her tongue darted out and flicked the hard nub back and forth, the ripples of pleasure causing me to buck my hips up to increase the contact.

Laying her other arm over my stomach to steady me, she placed her mouth over my clit and sucked hard rubbing the distended button with her tongue. She continued to suck and slurp as my hands knotted in fists against the sheets as my orgasm built, by now I was moaning so loudly, encouraging her to up her efforts. I pushed my hips up, driving my clit harder against her sucking onslaught, my orgasm broke, my muscles tightened everywhere, my skin skittering little electric shocks across my body.

She continued to suck, even as the orgasm subsided and my flesh was so sensitive, I was struggling to stand it, she pushed and pushed me as the pain altered to build into a second orgasm. Gasping for breath the second peak rushed through me even more sensitive than the first, my moans now wails as I crashed over. She eased off the pressure and gently lapped at the juices secreting from me as I tried to regain my breath.

She moved back up to lay beside me, pushing my hair from my sweaty face and kissed me gently. I tasted myself on her lips and in her mouth, savouring my musky flavour and licking my juices from her chin. I reached over and started to caress her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as I stroked the back of my fingers over them, gently rolling the buds between my fingers enjoying the sensation of tightened teats and tightly puckered flesh of her aureoles.

She moaned into my mouth, arching her back into my hands, encouraging me further. She broke our kiss and rolled onto her back with her arms above her head, offering me unfettered access to her body. Leaning my head on my hand, I watched myself stroking Lynn, relishing in post orgasmic bliss, feeling another woman’s soft flesh under my fingertips, finding it unbelievable that my fantasy was far better in reality than I’d ever imagined.

Drifting my exploring hand down between her breasts, over her belly button until I reached her bald pubic mound, my fingertips stroking her plump slit not applying any pressure enjoying teasing her.

‘Open your legs for me…..let me touch you…….I want to feel you.’ I urged.

Lynn moaned in response opening her legs immediately, I moved down the bed a little, sliding my fingers between her labia, instantly feeling her wetness, the slippery softness of her hairless pussy as I caressed up and down her slick folds spreading her copious juices around. Overcome by the urge to taste her, I scrabbled over and put myself between her legs and moved my head to her pussy. What a sight! Completely hairless, pale outer lips, pulling them apart with my fingers to reveal deep pink inner folds, shining with her juices, pulling wider to reveal her cunt opening secreting thick creamy juices and a gorgeous delicate pink clit peaking out from its hood.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste her, she tasted very similar to myself yet slightly different, musky, salty and sweet all at the same time. I lapped at her juices enjoying the flavour and listening to her moaning at my attentions.

‘More…..give me more…..slip your fingers into my cunt, pleeease!’ She gasped.

Sucking my longest finger into my mouth to wet it, I then slid it slowly into her vaginal opening, delighting in the slickness of her pussy walls and her internal muscles clamping against the intrusion trying to pull my finger in deeper. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, watching my finger disappearing back and forth.

‘No, more…stretch me with your fingers.’ She instructed.

Emboldened, I inserted my index finger alongside the other and then a third, feeling her cunt walls open to accommodate my digits. I started to pump my fingers, knuckle deep into her, the squelching noises as my knuckles slapped against her juice coated labia exciting me further.

Leaning over, I sucked her clit into my mouth and drew the flesh in, trying to match the jamming of my fingers into her cunt with the drawing movements of my lips and tongue on her nub. Moaning and hissing her encouragement at me demanding more and more, I just couldn’t seem to fuck her with my hand hard enough.

She reached over to her bedside drawer and produced a dildo, it was bright pink, substantial in length and girth, offering it to me.

‘Shove it into my cunt, turn it on and fuck me hard!’ She ordered.

Without hesitating, I grabbed it, removed my fingers from her cunt and immediately placed the head against her opening which was gaping from the absence of my digits. I watched in awe as her cunt took the vibrator without any resistance, sliding in to the hilt, as deep as I could get it. I flicked the switch at the bottom to the maximum setting and felt the base buzz into life.

‘Oh god! Yes that’s it, now fuck me with it! Hard!’ She moaned loudly.

I started to slide the pink phallus in and out of her, twisting it at the same time. The pink plastic was marbled with her creamy juices, the opening of her cunt the flesh dragging back and forth over the object. I leaned forward again and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking on the nub and pumping the false cock into her faster and faster.

‘That’s it Baby. Fuck it harder and deeper into me…….Suck me……harder….more…..Oh yes, just like that…….don’t stop.’ She was gasping now, bucking up to meet the dildo pounding into her cunt. Her body tensed, her hips remaining in the air as her orgasm built. I was euphoric, not only had I orgasmed, unbelievably twice from her but now I was successfully helping her, I felt so powerful to be able to do this, I don’t know who was more turned on, myself or Lynn.

As her orgasm broke and I slowed down the pumping of the dildo into her cunt and eased off her clit, I watched her juices push out around the pink plastic, dribbling onto my hand holding it. Never had I seen anything so erotic, the cream oozing out of her, I pulled the dildo from her making a popping sound and brought it to my mouth. I sucked her juices from the plastic and licked her cum from my hand, tasting her richness and Lynn watched me as she recovered from my attentions.

‘God that is sooo sexy. Watching you clean my juices, sticking my dildo, which was moments ago buried in my cunt, into your mouth to suck off my cum. Come here.’ She whispered.

I moved back to lay down beside her, my head resting on her shoulder, her arm around me and my hand palming her beautiful breast. Lying there quietly for a moment, thinking, I quietly said,

‘I’m done with Peter, you have shown me what I need, probably what I have been seeking and didn’t realise it was there all the time. I’m going to leave him, do you fancy a lodger?’

‘No, I don’t want a lodger. I want you in my bed, every night, as my lover. I have so many more things I want to do with you and share with you. Will you be that person?’ She inquired.

Without hesitation,

‘Yes.’ I replied.

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A week after Naomi had her hot orgy with Alex and Cristina she found herself showing a prospective buyer through the Sutton home. Alex and her mother were out having supper so that Naomi could show the home.

Her client was Megan McAllister, a strikingly pretty young woman of about twenty who had inherited a fortune from her father. With sleek black hair, finely chiseled features, and huge blue eyes, Megan wore skin tight ragged jeans that outlined her pussy lips and a skimpy halter top that seemed barely capable of restraining her jiggling tits. She carried a denim bag slung casually over one shoulder.

“This place could be beautiful with the right furniture,” the young heiress commented as the two walked down the long upstairs hallway. Megan poked her head into a carpeted and draped room, flipped the light on and then off, then moved to the next one. “It’s really quite impressive.”

In contrast to the almost sloppy way she was dressed, Megan had driven up to the house in a low sports car that Naomi would have guessed cost a small fortune. Such were the privileges of the very wealthy, Naomi couldn’t help thinking to herself, actually feeling somewhat overdressed in her pleated skirt and business like blouse.

“There’re four bedrooms in all,” Naomi volunteered helpfully, following the girl. “And five bathrooms.”

The bathroom at the end of the hall was right before them, and Megan said, “Speaking of bathrooms, I could use one right now?”

Leaving the door open, the shapely young woman stepped into the large bathroom and quickly pushed down her tight jeans. Unconcerned that Naomi stood just outside the door, Megan sat on the toilet and kept right on talking while she pissed.

“It’s a lovely house,” the girl perched on the toilet seat her jeans down around her slim legs. Naomi had not been particularly surprised to discover that Megan was not wearing underwear. “I might just buy it.”

Looking away, Naomi said, “The Ms. Sutton wants to sell as she is going through a divorce. I think the price is very reasonable.”

“Damn!” she heard Megan curse. “I’m sitting here with a dripping pussy, and there’s no toilet paper. I hope I have some tissues.”

Naomi turned to see the slender-hipped girl rummaging through her denim bag. Megan’s bare legs were tanned and smooth, her firm ass was perfectly round, and from where Naomi stood she could glimpse just a hint of the her shaved pussy mound.

Slightly aroused at the sight in spite of herself, Naomi let her eyes take in the half-naked girl without being overly obvious about it. The thought of her last encounter with Alex and Cristina made Naomi’s breath quicken almost imperceptibly.

“I guess I’ll just have to drip dry,” Megan sighed finally, unable to find any tissue.

And when she set her denim bag on the tiled floor, it tipped over, spilling its contents. Keys, makeup, hairpins, math books and other small items poured out in a jumble.

Most intriguing to Naomi, however, was a huge vibrator in the shape of a man’s stiff cock. At least eight inches long, it was made of smoothly polished plastic and was black.

“That’s my pacifier.” Megan giggled when she noticed Naomi staring at the vibrator. “I get a better tinge out of it than any man’s cock could give me.”

“Really?” Naomi asked with genuine curiosity. “I’ve never even used one.”

Picking up the huge plastic cock, Megan flipped it on and held it out for Naomi to see. The vibrator hummed in her hand.

“You can look at it if you want,” she offered, handing it to Naomi.

While Megan scooped everything back into her denim purse, Naomi examined the faintly buzzing plastic prick. As big around as it was, she could only imagine that it would stretch her tight cunt if she ever tried to use it on herself.

“It really vibrates!” Naomi said in almost a whisper. “It’s getting me horny just holding it in my hand.”

Giggling, Megan told her, “It’ll make your clit stand right up! Here, let me see it and I’ll show you how it works.”

“Okay.” Naomi nodded eagerly, giving the humming vibrator back to the girl.
Squatting in front of the toilet, Naomi watched with ever-quickening breath as Megan kicked her shoes and jeans away and scooted her bare ass forward on the toilet seat. The pretty heiress stretched her long legs out in front of herself and spread her knees wide, the lush slash of her pink cunt gaping lewdly when she did so.

Naomi found herself staring up into Megan’s glistening pussy, her eyes widening. The dark-haired girl’s puffy outer cunt-lips were so large they protruded wetly, their pink surfaces slick with oily wetness and trembling slightly.

“Take a good look. I love showing off my body. I am a rich fucking exhibitionist” Megan breathed in open invitation, spreading her bare thighs wider. Then she suddenly pushed the vibrator into Naomi’s hand. “Here,” she said. “You help me.”

As Naomi watched excitedly, Megan took the slippery folds of her thick cunt-lips in her fingers and slowly pulled them all the way apart. The tight pink hole of her pussy contracted wetly, the slick passageway throbbing with a quick flurry of little spasms.

“See how tight my cunt it,” the girl on the toilet said with a certain amount of pride. “And it gets wet so fast, when someone is looking at me like this. Do you think I have a hot fucking cunt Naomi?”

“Oh fuck yes,” breathed Naomi, feeling her own juicy cunt filling with juices and running into her thong. “God, Megan I can’t believe how big your clit is!”

With her fingertips, Megan had pulled aside folds protecting her pink clit.

Swimming in glistening juices, the quivering nub of Megan’s clit was fully as large as a small marble. It throbbed delicately, swelling and distending even as Naomi watched.

“Yes, big and sensitive. I love showing off my cunt at jean shops at the mall. The young clerks don’t even say a thing as I leave the door of change room open. The watch as I spread my legs and show them my clit, and they love it. I can come just by rubbing it with one finger if a hot young girl is watching me.”

Settling back against the tank of the toilet, Megan said quietly, “ Naomi, touch the vibrator all around my cunt, but don’t put it right on it yet. I like to save that for last.”

Trembling, Naomi kicked off her shoes and then sat down cross-legged between the other girl’s knees. Megan had her ass at the edge of the toilet seat, and the plump shaved cunt bulged out, her fingers still holding her slippery cunt-lips apart. Naomi scooted in closer to the girl’s pussy.

With only the very tip of the humming plastic cock, Naomi touched just below Megan’s large clit.

“Ohhh fuck!” Megan groaned, the smooth muscles in her thighs jerking. “I got a tingle straight up my cunt! Keep doing it! Ohhhh! Do it until I come! Oh yeah and I am a squirter.”

Leaning in so close that she could almost taste the pretty girl’s pussy, Naomi started touching the buzzing vibrator all around Megan’s pulsing cunt.

Megan’s blue eyes closed to half-slits and her heavy tits started rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. With a barely controlled wiggle, she squirmed her bare ass on the hard seat, her slender hips pumping gently.

“Stick the fat end of that cock up my cunt few times!” gasped the young heiress, as her juices began to drip from her pussy, and into the water in the bowel. “Ummmmm! You are good at this. You like my tight cunt don’t you Naomi. I want you to fuck me with the vibrator! Push that black cock up my cunt! Ohhhhhh fuck! I’m so wet!”

Gliding the smooth plastic prick up and down along the length of Megan’s gaping pussy, Naomi was so turned on that she was trembling. She slipped the tip of the vibrator into the Megan cunt-hole and pushed hard.

Megan groaned, “ Oh fuck my young cunt loves it Naomi. Ram it all the way up my cunt! Go on, it’ll fit! Just shove it really hard! Uhhhh! Ohhhh!”

Even as incredibly wet and slippery as the girl’s cunt was, the huge size of the humming plastic cock made it a very tight fit. Pushing, working it in and out, and then pushing some more, over and over, it took Naomi a few minutes to get the vibrator fully into Megan’s dripping pussy.

“It’s really in there!” Naomi moaned, her fingers slick with the Megan’s cunt juices. Gripping the base of the solid plastic prick, she started sliding it in and out of the dark-haired girl’s snatch with short, quick strokes of her hand. “God, you’re cunt has so much juice, it almost looks like you’re peeing!”

Groaning with passion, Megan slid her hands up along her slender middle and began squeezing her huge tits through her halter top. Her nipples poked stiffly against the fabric, two dark rings with hard, pointy tips.

“Damn, you’ve got beautiful tits!” Naomi told her, still ramming the vibrating cock up the girl’s tight cunt.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor as she was, Naomi’s pleated skirt had inched up to the edge of her filmy panties. Her bare thighs were shiny with sweat, her smooth calves rounded tautly. As fast and as hard as she could, she kept ramming the buzzing cock into Megan’s pussy, her hand moving furiously.

“Ohhhh, fuck me harter, deeper!” Megan moaned, shuddering. “Push that big cock as deep as you can in my cunt! Ohhh! It’s vibrating the hell out of my pussy! Harder! Fuck me harder with it! Uhhh! Oh Naomi my cunt’s throbbing all over!”

Meagan quickly reached around and undid the back of her halter top. She pulled it away from her trembling body, then dropped the handful of fabric to the floor.

The sight of Megan’s naked tits made Naomi suck her breath in with a sharp sigh. The pretty heiress’ tits were two perfect and firm, the round undersides of both were damp with sweat. Tilted upward and pointing outward slightly, Megan’s bare tits were lipped with the biggest, darkest nipples Naomi had ever seen in her life. Rings of deep crimson, the girl’s nipples throbbed warmly and became even more distended.

“Wow, what huge nipples you have!” Naomi breathed hotly, just the sight of them making her want to suck them. “And your tits are beautiful!”

Bending her knee outward suddenly, Megan brought one bare foot up and rested it on Naomi’s inner thigh. While Naomi repeatedly jabbed the humming plastic prick up her cunt hole as Megan worked her foot up under Naomi’s skirt. Megan then pressed her toes against the sopping crotch of the blonde woman’s panties, wiggling them back and forth on her clit overtop of Naomi,s wet thong.
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“Ohhhh, that feels so fucking good!” Naomi groaned, shivering at the wild sensation Megan’s toes gave her clit a tweak.

With one hand still cramming the huge vibrator up Megan’s hot cunt, Naomi reached down with her other hand and pulled the filmy crotch of her panties aside. Raising her ass slightly, she took Megan’s foot and pressed the girl’s toes up into her slippery cunt lips. Then, rocking back and forth, she held Megan’s foot to pussy and rubbed her wet cunt-hole along the Megan’s wiggling manicured toes.

“You’re going to make me come on your beautiful fucking toes!” Naomi said shakily, pressing Megan’s foot still tighter to her snatch. “Uhhhhhh! My cunt is to really get wet!”

“And I’m starting to come!” Megan gasped right back. “Slide the vibrator out of my cunt and use it on my clit! Uhhhh! Uhbhhhh! I can feel it starting! Ohhh, I’m going to come you fucking bitch!”

Naomi pulled, the vibrating cock put of the girl’s tightly gripping pussy with one fluid motion. Pressing the slippery shaft of it lengthwise along Megan’s trembling cunt-lips and she pressed the tip of it into the groaning girl’s throbbing clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck yes!” Megan gasped, and began coming immediately, sending a fine spray of sweet cum all over Naomi’s face.

Naomi held the cock head down on Megan’s clit and sucked her cunt lips into her mouth. “Ohhhhh, it’s so good!” “It’s vibrating on my big fat clit! Press it tighter! Uhhh! Ohhhhh God! Ahhh!”

Squirming under the impact of her climax, the sexy heiress with the big tits thrust her bare hips up and held them poised and grinding on Naomi’s mouth as cum spewed into the older woman’s mouth. It was more than Naomi could swallow and it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

Megan groaned from deep within herself, her hot cunt juices squirting out of her pulsating cunt and into Naomi’s open and hungry mouth.

“I’m still coming! I’m still fucking coming!” she cried, her head rolling from side to side. “My clit’s throbbing so much I can hardly take it! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! My cunt is on fire!”

When finally her bare ass sagged back onto the toilet seat, Megan gave a last shivering shudder and closed her eyes trying to regain her breath.

Naomi stood up and reached up under her skirt, she pulled her soaked thong down. She pressed them under Megan’s nose and the young woman moaned and sniffed at them, then pressed the soaked crotch to her nipples, pinching them hard through the slick material of the thong’s crotch.

Naomi quickly stripped off her blouse. Her bare tits jiggled free, her nipples already hard.

In only her pleated skirt and nothing else, Naomi said, “ Megan, please use the vibrator on my cunt, I’ll suck your tits and eat your pussy while you’re doing it.”

Megan opened her eyes with a lazy smile. “Okay, you hot bitch,” was all she said.

They left their things in the bathroom and wandered down the hallway hand in hand. They stopped at the first bedroom they came to, then went into the room giggling. Naomi flipped the light on. It was obviously Alex’s room.

“Fuck, there must be a hot little teen in this room,” Megan said, giving Naomi’s hand a warm squeeze, “lets soak her sweet little bed with your cum Naomi.”

In her other hand, Megan carried the huge black vibrator. “Now I’m going to make you come like crazy.”

The sexy, dark-haired heiress pushed Naomi back on Alex’s bed then knelt on the carpet between the older woman’s legs.

Naomi pulled the younger woman too her and kissed Megan passionately, her tongue probing into the sweetness of her mouth. She ran her hands eagerly up and down the pretty girl’s supple body, squeezing and caressing her firm smooth flesh.

“Oh, you’re really horny, aren’t you Naomi?” Megan breathed hotly, her soft lips sucking wetly at Naomi’s. “It won’t take long to make you come!”

Still in her skirt, Naomi trailed her mouth wetly down the Megan’s neck. She kissed her flesh feverishly, then moved down along the curve of her large firm tits.

“Ummmmm!” Megan sighed dreamily when Naomi started sucking at her huge nipples. She held the vibrator in her hand, waiting for the chance to use it. “You’re making me horny as hell!”

Getting up on her knees on the bed, Naomi gave each of Megan’s ripe nipples a few more hungry sucks, then slid her mouth down along the girl’s flat stomach.

“I love your skin,” Naomi said with a tremor of anticipation as she neared Megan’s smooth wet cunt. “It’s just so silky!”

Naomi licked the soft flesh on either side of Megan’s pussy, then pushed her stiff tongue firmly into Megan’s wetly-gaping cunt. Inhaling the strong scent of it, Naomi eagerly licked down into the slick center of pink cunt-flesh, probing with her tongue tip into Megan’s pussy.

“Ohihhhh!” Megan moaned, spreading her damp thighs. “Eat me, Naomi! Ummm, it feels so fucking good! Ohhhh! Suck my cunt! Suck on my clit hard! Ohhhh fuck yes!”

Sucking as much of Megan’s slippery pussy as she could get in her mouth, she nuzzled her face into Megan’s wet cunt lips. She probed deeply with her tongue, sliding it up inside of the cunt-hole and licking out and over her huge engorged clit.

“Your cunt tastes so good!” Naomi whimpered, smacking her lips moistly at Megan’s protruding clit. “You’ve got such a sweet pussy!”

Naomi sucked and lapped at the firm cunt flesh until Megan was gasping for breath. The pretty girl on the bottom squirmed her ass and spread her knees still wider.

“I’ve got to get at your cunt!” Megan moaned weakly, reaching out and squeezing the firm back of Naomi’s bare thigh. “Spread your legs! I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”

As soon as Naomi moved her knees apart on the carpet, she felt Megan’s hand slide up under her skirt and between her legs. Megan’s eager fingers found her pulsing cunt and probed into it, her fingertips pushing up into Naomi’s wet cunt-hole and wiggling around.

“Ohhh! I love it!” Naomi gasped, pushing her hips down so that Megan’s slender fingers stabbed deeper in her cunt. “Shove your fingers as far up my pussy as possible! Ohbhhh! Keep playing with my cunt while I eat yours! Ummmmm! Uhhh!”

And then Naomi edged over until she was almost on top of the Megan’s writhing body on Alex’s. Without taking her mouth from Megan’s juicy pussy, Naomi aligned herself so that she had one knee on either side of her head.

“Now use that big fucking cock on my pussy!” Naomi moaned huskily, spreading her shapely legs so that her dripping cunt dipped down close to Megan’s face. “Ram that big cock up my cunt! Make me come with it! Make me come all over your beautiful face!”

Bringing both arms though the gap between Naomi’s damp thighs, Megan pushed the back of the pleated skirt up over her bare ass. She picked the cock-shaped vibrator up turned it on, then wedged the vibrating tip of it into the wet slit between Naomi’s quivering cunt-lips.

Naomi stiffened with a groan. “Ohhhhh! God, it’s like a million tiny spasms racing through my pussy! Push it all the way up me! Ohhhh! I love the way it feels going in my cunt! Ohhhhh God! It’s so damn big and hard!”

Inch by inch, Megan shoved the humming plastic prick up Naomi’s wet cunt. Her pretty face directly below the sloppy pussy lips. Naomi’s juices dripped down onto her cheeks and mouth and chin.

“Deeper!” she moaned, still mouthing Megan’s gaping pussy hungrily. “God, it’s shaking me to bits! Ummmmm! I can feel my cunt sucking at it! Give me every hard inch of it!”

Then, to get at Megan’s slippery snatch better, Naomi gripped the smooth backs of the girl’s thighs and pulled them back until Megan’s firm ass came up off the floor. She locked her elbows under the backs of the dark-haired girl’s knees and pressed down, Megan’s ass raising higher and rounding firmly.

Holding Megan’s legs down with her forearms so that her tight cunt gaped more than ever, Naomi lingeringly tongued her way up and down the girl’s pink juicy cunt.

“Oh fuck, I love the way you’re eating me!” the horny heiress groaned, her hand working the huge vibrator in and out of Naomi’s slippery pussy as fast as possible. “The way you’re sucking my clit, I might fucking cum before you do! Uhhhh! Lick me, Naomi! Suck my big fat clit!”

Lost in a haze of lust, Naomi groaned again and again with the tingling tremors the humming cock sent deeply into her foaming cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Push that huge cock deeper in my cunt! Fuck me hard and fast with it! Uhhh! Ohhhhh! Slam it up my cunt hole! Ummm! That’s it! Faster, do it faster!”

Sliding her hands down the backs of Megan’s rounded thighs, Naomi pulled ruthlessly at the squirming girl’s slick cunt-lips with her fingers and the pinched the huge clit along with them. Naomi groaned and began grinding Meganhuge clit between her engorged cunt lips. Creating the kind of friction on Megan’s clit that was driving her crazy. Megan jerked beneath her, then jerked again when Naomi pinched down hard on the the sensitive covering that hooded her quivering clit.

“Ohhh, fuck yes! Yes!” Megan gasped when Naomi’s sucking lips enclosed her throbbing clit. “Suck it right there! Suck my clit till I come! Ohhhh! It’s so damn sensitive! You’re going cum so fucking hard! Ohhhhh!”

Sucking hard at the little flesh cock, Naomi teased at it with the tip of her tongue until Megan was sobbing with pleasure.

“Uhhhhh!” she moaned, straining to straighten her pinned legs. “You fucking bitch, Naomi! It feels so good, it’s driving me out of my mind! Ohhhhhh! Suck it!”

Naomi mouthed Megan’s pulsing clit eagerly, teasing and tickling it with her lips and tongue and teeth. She moved her hand down, her fingers sliding into the damp crack of the straining Megan’s perfect ass. Probing, she slowly worked two fingers into Megan’s tight asshole.

Megan panted, “Ahhh! Suck my cunt harder! I’m coming! Uhhhh! You’re bringing me off with your mouth! Ohhhhh! Jab your fingers farther up my asshole! Ohhh! I’m coming!”

Straining with all her might to kick her legs free, the climaxing girl jerked and shuddered uncontrollably and a surge of cum washed over Naomi’s face. Naomi sucked the thick cunt lips into her mouth as a second wave of cum forced its way into her mouth and down her throat.

“Ummmmmm! Oh fuck here cums another swallow my creamy cunt juice, you fucking pussy sucking bitch!”

Still sucking the thrashing girl’s pink clit feverishly, Naomi brought her off three times in a row with her hot mouth and cum ran down her face and onto the bed. Megan began to pick up the pace with the cock again.
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The realty agent thrust her bare ass back, her dripping cunt taking the humming vibrator deeper into its tight wetness. What felt to her like millions of tingling electric spasms suffused her tightening cunt with pleasure so intense she thought she’d pass out.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she rasped hoarsely, her fingers clawing at Megan’s throbbing asshole. “Keep shoving that thing up my cunt! Uhhhhhhh! Megan I’m gonna cum all over you! Ohhhhhh fuck!”

With one hand frantically pounding the vibrating plastic cock into Naomi’s juicy pussy, Megan searched with her other until she found her asshole. She gouged her fingers into it, stretching open the puckered hole as wide as she could.

“Oh, yes fuck my shit hole!” Naomi shuddered. “Uhhhh! Don’t stop! Uhhhh!!”

Naomi’s cunt erupted as her body went out of control her legs stiff, her hands slapping at Megan’s ass, a torrent of cum spurted around the sides of the big cock and drenched Megan’s beautiful face.

Megan pulled out the cock in time to take the second blast of cum full on her beautiful face. Megan groaned and sucked Naomi’s cunt deep into her mouth as a third and final flush of cum left Naomi’s convulsing pussy.

Naomi and Megan strained and groaned through so many blistering climaxes that they lost count. The wet suction of Naomi’s mouth made Megan come almost non-stop, the buzzing vibrator Megan plunged into Naomi’s slick cunt doing the same thing for the wiggling blonde girl.

“Ohhhh stop!” Naomi sobbed finally, sliding her mouth off of Megan’s dripping cunt. “My cunt and clit are so sensitive, I can’t take anymore!”

Sliding the humming cock-shaped vibrator out of Naomi’s swollen snatch, Megan gasped and lay her pretty head back pillow. “Come here and kiss me.”

Naomi raised up, then turned around and crawled onto Megan’s sweaty body. She kissed the girl lingeringly, her hot pussy pressing into the plump bulge of Megan’s cunt, her hands finding her firm tits.

Teasing at Naomi’s lips with her tongue tip, Megan breathed, “We’re going to have to do this again sometime.”

“We sure are.” Naomi giggled softly. “How about in fifteen minutes or so?”

And when she pressed her quivering cunt tighter to Megan’s, she felt the dark-haired girl’s thighs spread wide.

Both women were startled by a soft young voice behind them.

“Next time can I join you,” Naomi rolled over, it was Alex, her hand down her tight jeans her eyes fixed on the two women.

“Alex how long have you been standing there?” Naomi said startled.

“Long enough to get so fucking turned on I can’t stand it. Mom dropped me off then went out shopping she won’t be back for hours,” Alex said with a smile.

“Oh Megan, this is Alex uh the occupant of this room, and my fourteen year old lover” said Naomi.

“My pleasure, Alex, did you like what you saw,” Megan said spread her legs in front of the hot young teen showing her cum filled pussy.

“Fuck yeah, but what will mom say when she finds those cum soaked sheets in the wash?”

The three of them laughed as Alex striped eager to join the two women on the bed.

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Ashley has come a long way…

The next few days were fairly regular days compared to the last couple weeks of my life. I was able to have Sue over the next night, and I met with Ashley again the day after that to do similar play to what we had done before. The next day I simply recovered so that the following night, when Mom was off work, she could peek in on Ashley and I again. Those plans were spoiled when Mom texted me that she had to cover a shift for someone that had been out sick for the past few days.

It didn’t really change things for me, it just took a little of the kink away from it since Mom wouldn’t be audience to me playing with this curvy little pregnant beauty. I treated it like any other day. I finished work, came home, made dinner, and settled in while I awaited Ashley’s arrival. I heard the car pull up, and I quickly ran my dirty dishes over to the sink. The bell rang, and I went to the front door, opening it to see that curvier than ever pregnant cutie I was waiting for. Standing to her side just happened to be Mom, and on the other side was Aunt Pam.

I stood there silently as I looked at the three of them smiling back at me. Ashley finally broke the silence. She said that Kate, (the nurse that had set us up who just happened to be my “Mom’s friend”) had called her and was curious to know if things had worked out between us.

I moved aside and welcomed them in as Ashley continued to fill me in. She said that she told Nurse Kate (Mom) that we did hit it off and that I was helping her with exactly what she needed. Kate was very happy to hear that, and confessed that she knew it would work out since I seemed to be so sweet. She also confided in Ashley that if she wasn’t so worried that my Mom would find out, she probably would have flirted with me herself!

Ashley continued, saying that she was pretty sure that if Kate was interested, that I wouldn’t have a problem having some fun with her in private and keeping it a secret. They talked it over a while, and Ashley said that maybe it would be good to have a nurse overseeing what we were doing, and it would let us slowly see what developed.

Them Mom chimed in. She said that she was unsure of the whole thing, and if I would be interested or not. She decided that she would like some moral support if things didn’t work out, so she wanted to see if her friend Pam could come along. She said that she was sure that I had met Pam a time or two, and wanted to know if I remembered meeting her. I looked over to Pam with her wide smile, and I simply said that yes, I remembered Pam.

I invited everyone to sit down in the den so we could talk some more. Ashley said that since Nurse Kate already knew what she was looking for, she just went ahead and told the two of them that we had been releasing her milk and doing some stretching exercises to prepare her for the upcoming delivery in a week and a half. We chatted a bit, and Kate and Pam confirmed that they would be interested in being around while we did that, and that they were open to anything that happened after that.

I asked the trio where they thought we should start. They all looked at each other, but said nothing. None of them had a suggestion, so I recommended that we get some refreshments and go out to sit by the pool. I got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing some glasses and something to drink as the three of them walked out to the patio. I joined them out there and poured the drinks, passing the glasses out. We all talked a little more as they started to be a little more relaxed.

I asked if we should go ahead and hop in the pool to start things off. Everyone agreed, but then (Mom) Kate said that it might be fun if each of us had to undress the next person. Nobody had any objections. We were standing in a bit of a circle, so I simply turned to Ashley and started to unbutton her blouse. I opened her top, kissing her belly, and then slid it off of her arms. I bent down and removed her shoes, and then reached up and slid her pants down to the ground. I caressed my hands back up her legs as I made my way up to her sexy lace underwear, slowly dragging it down her legs as well. I ran my fingers all the way back up to her breasts, teasing along her skin. I hooked my thumbs under the straps ans slid them over her shoulders. I then walked around behind her and released her bra, letting it fall away so Kate and Pam could see her beautiful, milk-filled breasts.

The two mature ladies had big smiles from watching the show, so Ashley was quite comfortable when she turned to Pam, and started to remove the dress she was wearing. She lowered the zipper on the back of the dress, and the started to ease it off of her shoulders. The dress fell to the ground, and to everyone’s slight surprise, Pam stood there in nothing but heels. Since she had the smallest breasts out of the three of them, she was probably the only one that could get away without wearing a bra. (Aunt) Pam stepped out of her high heels and turned to (Mom) Kate…

Mom was also wearing a dress. Aunt Pam decided to get down in front of Mom, and run her hands up underneath the dress, before coming back down her legs with Mom’s black skimpy panties. She then stood in front of Mom and started to untie the belt that was holding the dress closed. Mom’s dress fell open, revealing her soft mature breasts in a sexy black bra and cute round belly. Pam ran her hands up Mom’s breasts and moved them outward, easing the dress off of her arms. She then reached for the clasp on the front of the bra, releasing it so Mom’s breasts could swing freely.

Finally, I was the only one with clothes still on. Mom turned to me and started to slowly released the buttons on my shirt. Ashley stepped behind me, pulling the shirt off of my shoulders and slipping it off my arms. I kicked my shoes off as Pam stepped up close to my side. She reached a hand down to release my belt as Mom started to lower my zipper, and release the button on my pants. All three of them took a hold of the waist, and slowly started to lower my pants and boxers together. As my boxers reached the end of my member, it stood up erect, right between Mom’s and Pam’s faces.

They turned toward each other and started to delicately kiss on both sides of my erection at the same time, moving up and down the length before reaching the tip and sticking their tongues out to tease it, then lightly flicking each others’ tongues. Ashley was rubbing her breasts on my back as her bulging belly pressed against my backside. I felt her wet nipples leaving milk on my skin as she moved across my back.

Mom and Pam stood up, and we all walked down into the pool. I knelt down in the pool facing Ashley, and started to suck on her breasts. We had the mature ladies on either side of us, with their hands on our backs, rubbing gently, intimately, as Ashley enjoyed the sucking. I took my time, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. I stopped my sucking, and stood up. I put a hand on the neck of Pam and Mom, and started to guide them down to Ashley’s nipples.

The two of them got down on their knees and came face to face with those extra large breasts. They looked at each other and giggled a bit before turning forward and pressing their lips onto Ashley’s breasts, and gently sucking the milk out. They both started to moan pleasantly as they tasted the sweet warm milk. I leaned over an started to kiss Ashley as she got both of her breasts nursed by two women that were twice her age.

Ashley started to moan stronger, which prompted me to look down. Mom had her hand between Ashley’s legs, and was teasing her kitten with her fingers as she sucked on the slowly deflating breast. I moved behind the two of them and got down to their level. I reached my hands underneath the pair of big, curvaceous butts, and laid my fingers on their underwater kittens.

Mom and Pam were enjoying drinking the milk, and didn’t stop for a second when I started to rub their pearls in time with each other. I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten and made sure that all three of them were getting pleasured in rhythm. Their sucking moved into time as well, and their moans started to grow along with each other. Gradually, they started to feed on each others’ growing pleasure, all moaning together, and getting louder at the same levels.

I kept my fingers moving in time as I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten. Pam was the first to break. She stopped sucking as her moan turned into a bit of a scream. As it got louder, Ashley did the same, then Mom followed suit. Their screams came in harmony, growing and growing, until they finally all climaxed together, holding onto one another for support as their bodies shook as one. I stopped rubbing on them as their climaxes started to subside.

I started to rub on up and down their backs underwater as they calmed down enough to continue sucking on Ashley’s nipples. I patiently watched and caressed, looking Ashley right in the eyes while they finished milking her breasts dry. Both of them finished within seconds of each other, and as if they wanted to know if the milk from the other breast was different, they turned toward each other and started to passionately kiss, running their tongues back and forth between each others’ mouths. Ashley and I watched the spectacle that was happening right between us.

Once they broke off their passionate embrace, I stood up and took Ashley’s hand, leading her to the edge of the pool. I lifted her up onto the deck and kept her seated right on the edge. I turned around and beckoned Pam over, lifting her up to sit her right next to Ashley. Mom came over and stood close-by. I took Pam’s hands and eased her onto her back. I moved Mom until she was standing right in front of her sister’s kitten. Then I had Ashley lay back, I lifted her legs, and began to feast on her kitten. Mom got the hint and quickly started to lick Aunt Pam.

I stood there next to my Mom as we had a competition to see who could get their playmate to cum first. Ashley was the first to scream in ecstasy, but Pam certainly wasn’t far behind her. The competition continued with the two of them laying on the pool deck screaming in orgasm back and forth. I was thankful that my neighbors weren’t that close by…

I stood up and put my hand on Mom’s ass. She came up from devouring her sister’s kitten, and we traded places. I enjoyed running my tongue over Aunt Pam’s pearl as Ashley soaked in the soft touch from Mom. When their orgasms became hard to trigger, the two of us got up from our feasts. I helped Mom up onto the edge of the pool and began licking her. Pam and Ashley watched for a pair of orgasms, before Pam cut in, taking my place at Mom’s kitten.

I fondled Ashley as we watched Aunt Pam licking Mom into climax after climax. Ashley still wasn’t aware of the incestuous twist that this night had going for it. She dropped down into the pool, and took Pam’s place at Mom’s kitten. Pam and I let them enjoy the kinky experimentation they were engrossed in as we stepped up out of the pool and made our way to the grass. Pam laid down on her back and spread herself wide open, waiting for me to enter her.

I got down and put some saliva on my penis, before easing it into Aunt Pam’s red hot kitten. We passionately kissed as I slowly thrust into her. I made sure to grind hard against her clitoris, and I was rewarded with a flood of juices as she squeezed down on my member, screaming into the night.

Ashley called over to us, asking if we wanted to go get cleaned up in the shower. I helped Aunt Pam to her feet, and we all walked into the house. Ashley led the way upstairs to the big shower that easily fit all four of us. I turned on the water, and picked up the soap and wash cloth. We took turns washing each other intimately. The experience was so erotic, I don’t think any of us cared to go any further, we could have just run our soapy hands all over each other for the whole night.

After everyone had gotten bathed, I turned off the water and got the steam going. I moved the bench out into the middle of the shower and had Mom lay back. I guided Pam down to one side, and had her start to suck on one of Mom’s breasts. I helped Ashley down and she started to suck on the other. I moved in between Mom’s legs and started to lick on her kitten once again. It would be hard to imagine a greater pleasure than having three people pleasuring you at the same time. I drank in Mom’s juice as she came to a squirting orgasm with me buried in her kitten.

Mom said that she was worn out, so I helped her up, and Pam quickly laid down to take her place. I feasted on Pam’s sweet kitten as she had her breasts teased for several orgasms as well. After not too long, Pam said that she was getting too sensitive, and said it was Ashley’s turn.

I helped Ashley onto the bench, but she had already had her breasts sucked dry this evening. I picked up the bottle of lube and started to prepare her kitten. I then covered my hand, making a fist. I pressed my hand into her kitten, and like previous visits, each time it was easier to slide in than the last. Mom and Aunt Pam watched intently as my hand disappeared inside of Ashley. Mom stroked her hand on my hard member as I pumped my fist into the hungry kitten.

I took my hand out of Ashley and picked up the lube. I took Mom’s hand from my member and covered it in the lube. I held her wrist and guided her hand to Ashley’s kitten. Ashley moaned in erotic pleasure as she felt that small hand from another woman ease up inside of her. I let go of Mom’s wrist, and she started to stroke her hand back and forth inside of the kitten. It moved very easily since her fist was so much smaller than mine.

I took Mom’s other hand and applied the lube to that one as well. I didn’t have to guide it this time, as Mom knew what was next. She took her her second hand and slid it in along her other one. Ashley moaned louder as the second hand disappeared inside, finally stretching her a little bit. Pam started to suck on Ashley’s breast while Mom worked her fists in unison, pumping in and out of the incredibly pregnant little woman’s kitten.

It definitely wasn’t stretching her enough to be painful, as Ashley started to cry out in orgasm. I positioned myself behind “Nurse Kate” and slipped inside her soaking wet kitten. I kept in rhythm with her pumping her arms in and out of Ashley, and softly thrust into her as I watched the three of them so intimately involved with each other. Mom had to stop pumping into Ashley while she put her head down, muffling her orgasm into her arms while her kitten squeezed my hardness.

Mom recovered quickly, and began pumping into Ashley once again with both fists. I removed my hardness from her to let her concentrate on giving Ashley another orgasm. I moved over and started sucking on the available breast while Pam continued to work on the other one. I wasn’t sucking for more than a few seconds before Ashley grabbed the back of my head as her entire body went tight. I lightly bit down on her nipple, making her cum even harder. She finally went limp as her climax subsided.

Mom pulled her fists out of Ashley’s kitten as Pam and I stood up. Mom looked at me for guidance, waiting to find out what kinky thing we were going to do next. I grabbed the lube and prepared one of Pam’s hands for some play. I had Mom move over to the side of Ashley, and Pam on the other side. I took Mom’s right hand, and Pam’s left, and had wove their fingers together, making one large fist. Ashley was all smiles as she watched the two mature women move into position, knowing just what to do.

The two of them brought their hands under Ashley’s legs, to the wet, loose kitten. They twisted their hands in unison as they gently pushed forward. Ashley put her hands over her head, pushing off of the shower wall to thrust her self down onto the duo’s fist. I ran my hands gently over their backs as I crouched between them, sitting front and center for this crazy show. I held Ashley’s legs steady above the ladies’ heads while they started to thrust into her faster and faster.

I watched her juices squirt out of her as the fist went in, and heard the wet noises coming from her kitten as they pulled back. Ashley froze once again, screaming from yet another orgasm. She had a tight hold on their fist, and the ladies were focused on watching this short, pregnant cutie cumming on their hands. They didn’t notice when I stopped rubbing their backs to start lubing up my own hand.

The two of them removed their hands from Ashley when she finally came down from her climax. They were surprised when my hand came in and laid on top of theirs. Ashley looked down in surprise as well when she felt the now massive three handed fist start to push against her kitten. She braced herself against the wall once again and pushed down hard against the three of us as our hands twisted and drilled, slowly working our way up inside of her.

Ashley started to moan with a little bit of pain, but she kept pushing down onto our hands until all three of us were finally inside of her. We slowly pulsed our combined fist in and out of her kitten, just enough to give her some pleasure as we continued to twist it back and forth. Mom and Pam reached their free hands up and teased Ashley’s nipples as she twisted her hips, grinding on our fist. I reached in with my other hand and teased her clitoris which was riding atop of her stretched labia.

Ashley’s moans started to build once again, and then filled the shower with the sound of her screams. I felt more of her hot juices start to flow over our fist, but she was stretched so much that she could no longer squeeze on our hands at all. I stopped my teasing on her clitoris as the ladies released her nipples. Ashley’s screams quieted into gasps for breath. We slowly pulled our fist from her now gaping kitten, and untangled our fingers.

We all just looked at each other in silence for a little while before Mom spoke up. She was looking at my still rigid erection as she said she thought that now we just needed to put a little icing on top of the cake. She looked over at the pregnant belly sticking up in front of her as Ashley laid motionless on the bench. I stepped over Ashley’s legs, straddling her. I started to stroke my hardness above that bulging belly before Pam stopped me.

She moved in and started to suck on my member, giving me deep strokes into her throat while she leaned over Ashley’s belly. I heard Mom step out of the shower but I was too involved to worry about why she had left. She was back moments later, and she told me to lean forward and put my hands against the wall as Pam sucked me. I braced myself against the wall and looked down at Ashley’s face as she watched me hardness being devoured.

I was surprised when I felt a firm, slippery toy press against my back door. I felt Mom’s hands reach under and start to massage my balls as she pressed the toy forward. I felt an egg shaped bulb slide up inside of me followed by a narrow, slippery shaft. It started to stroke back and forth inside of me a few times before it began vibrating. I knew that with the feeling of Pam’s throat caressing my hardness, Mom’s hand massaging my balls, and that vibration now hitting right against my prostate, I wasn’t going to last long.

I announced that I was about to cum, and Pam took her mouth off of me, using her hand to pull the skin tightly back, aiming my member at Ashley’s belly. My first shots were powerful, sending ropes of cum covering Ashley’s breasts. Pam aimed my cock down further, releasing the rest of my massive load on top of her belly, covering it almost completely.

When the cum finally stopped flowing, Mom removed the toy. I backed up and Mom moved around and joined Pam who was already licking my cum off of Ashley’s bulging belly. They paused for a minute, and gave each other a passionate tongue filled kiss as my cum dripped from their lips. They returned to Ashley’s skin, carefully catching every drop as it ran down her bump.

“Nurse Kate” took a mouthful of my seed and moved up to Ashley’s head. Ashley met her halfway, and the two of them erotically french kissed as Ashley drank my semen from Mom’s mouth. Mom moved back to Ashley’s breasts, and licked up more of my cum, bringing it back for Ashley to drink each time, over and over. I watched in amazement as the three uninhibited ladies continued their intimacy until all of the seed was cleaned from her skin.

I helped Ashley up, and turned on the shower so we could all get cleaned up… again…

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A naughty teacher lusts after her young studnets, including her own daughter. Luckily, the futa-fairy is there to make all her wishes come true!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Teacher’s Naughty Wish
Chapter One: Ms. Marcie’s Student Dilemma
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Every day was torture when I walked into the hallowed halls of Washington College, the school where I taught at. Everywhere I looked, the girls strutted down the halls, so youthful, so sexy in their tight jeans, their tighter tops, their short skirts, their leggings that molded to nubile flesh. My heart raced, my pussy so hot in my panties and pantyhose, my nipples hard in my blouse. So many beauties. The eighteen-year-old freshman just budding into womanhood. The twenty-one-year-old seniors strutting like they were hot shit, the nineteen-year-old sophomores and twenty-year-old juniors trying to emulate them.

It was enough to make me salivate like a dirty, old man.

And I wasn’t old. I was in my early thirties and, more importantly, a woman. But I was just so hot for all of them. I wanted to pull on my strap-on, bend their pretty asses over my desk, and fuck them so hard. I would plow them, ramming my dildo over and over into their hot, steamy depths.

My cheeks burned as I walked through the halls, my heels clicking, my hips swaying. The boys noticed, of course, their hungry eyes on my flesh. But I ignored them. They weren’t the soft, silky, feminine delight that made me wet.

I licked my lips, watching a cute girl sway by, her ass writhing in the jeans. I swear she had to pour herself into those. Her thong peeked out the back. I wanted to snap it before I ripped down her jeans and devoured her barely legal snatch.

I was such a bad teacher.

“Good morning, Ms. Marcie,” one of my favorites smiled as she walked past. I had Keily Redding last year as a freshman. And again this year, the auburn-hair nineteen-year-old making my pussy so wet. How I would just devour her. I would go to town on that pussy.

I bet she was a virgin. I bet barely legal, virgin cunt tasted amazing.

I lusted after all my female students, but I had my favorites. The girls I really wanted to usher into the joys of lesbian passion. To teach them, mold their impressionable minds to the delights a woman could offer them. It made my clit so hard, my pussy so wet as I pictured them.

Keily Redding on her hands and knees lapping at my pussy, her auburn hair spilling about her naked shoulders.

Sita Korrapati, the principal’s nubile daughter, bent over my desk, her red-brown ass wiggling at me, the Indian girl begging to have her cherry popped by my strap-on.

Heather Jackson, a pixyish blonde with short hair and big, blue eyes that looked so much like my own daughter’s.

Yunjin Kim, a Korean doll who would shudder as I devoured her pussy.

Pattie Jones would scream her pretty head off as I devoured her Black snatch, her beaded braids clacking as she bucked and shuddered.

Jamie Miller shuddering on my desk, her cheerleader skirt hiked up over her waist as I fucked her hard with my double-headed dildo.

Amber Matheson, that delicious beauty mark on her fair cheek, staring up at me as she fisted her hand in and out of my cunt.

And the one I lusted after the most: Belinda Baumgartner. My daughter with her brown hair in pigtails, her blue eyes centered on her angelic face. I would love to pop her cherry. Eighteen. Just started at Washington College. And enrolled in my first afternoon class.

I was such a wicked teacher and a bad mother all rolled into one.

“Hey, Ms. Baumgartner,” a male student said, nodding his head. He was in my second class. I hadn’t gotten his name yet. I was so bad with the boys in my classes. I also insisted that they use my last name. Only the girls could call me Ms. Marcie.

Which made me feel so naughty.

“That was such a good game on Friday,” I smiled at Jamie as she walked by. “You did such a great job your first time out.”

Pink spotted Jamie’s cheeks. “Thanks, Ms. Marcie. It was a lot of fun.”

“I bet. Losing your cherry to your big sister’s huge girl-cock must have been amazing.” Memories of that wild game shot through me. The cheerleaders put on such a rousing show, writhing in lesbian passion. And two of them were futanari. Just amazing.

I couldn’t wait for Friday’s game. I only went to ogle the cheerleaders, and this year their routines were so naughty.

“It was, Ms. Marcie,” she beamed. “I have to get to class. See you in an hour.”

“You better have your English homework done.,” I smiled and continued striding along.

And then groaned in annoyance. Two cherub-faced girls were kissing in the hallway. I vaguely remembered standing beside them as I cheered on the Pussycats, the nickname for the college’s cheer squad, on Friday, groping both their asses as they fingered each other. I grit my teeth. I hated PDA.

“No kissing in the halls,” I snapped at the girls.

They broke apart with guilty flushes.

“You know that. No public displays of affection. This is a school. Save it for the bedroom.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they squeaked together, their faces flushed. They were cute, probably seniors. They scurried off, their tight asses wiggling.

I shook my head. What was the world coming to? I liked kissing girls, too, but in public? It was so disgusting watching people really kiss in public, especially with all that tongue. There was a place for that. The bedroom. A parked car. The football game while watching the Pussycats fuck and lick each other on the field.

“Hello, Ms. Marcie,” delicious Sita said as she passed me, her face round with that delicious, red-brown skin of the Indian Subcontinent.

“Did you get your homework done?”

“Of course,” she smiled as she fell in beside me. She was in my first class.

“Don’t know why I asked. Your mother would never let you slack.”

“No,” she said, her neck straight. She had a 4.0 GPA and would probably be valedictorian.

I ached to give her a different education. I bet she would be just as diligent at learning pussy licking as she was at learning Shakespeare.

We reached my classroom. I held the door open for her, loving how her skirt swayed covering that ass. She had a great one. I would give anything to see her naked. I bet she was a virgin, too. Everything about her screamed innocence.

I wanted to masturbate so badly as I sank down at my desk, the other students filing in.

My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out. Class hadn’t started yet, so I could have my phone out. Once the bell rang, teachers, like our students, were expected to put our phones away and pay attention. Principal Korrapati was very strict about that.

I didn’t recognize the number the phone came from, though it had an Alaska area code. I used to live in Alaska, and the 907 area code covered the whole state. Was it an old friend? It had been over a decade since I lived there.

I opened the message. Cute bluish-white snowflakes rained down from the top, the text message in a richer blue font.

Oh, that was such a naughty desire you have, Marcie. I almost came just feeling it.

So don’t you worry your naughty cunt. I will make it happen. I will make sure you fuck every last student you want, even that cute daughter of yours. Expect me real soon. I will rock your world.

Damn, I love naughty teachers.

B

Esq. of Winter

My cheeks warmed just reading the vulgar message. Then I swallowed. Who could possibly know that I had a thing for my students? Was it another teacher? Or a student? They were all so tech savvy these days. And the tone… It sounded like one of the girls these days. They swear as bad as the boys.

I had even heard my eighteen-year-old daughter drop the f-bomb once with her friends.

And she knew I lusted for my daughter. That I wanted to violate the maternal bond I had with her. I squirmed in my chair, my cheeks on fire as I read the message again and again. My heart raced. If anyone found out I wanted to molest my students, my daughter, my career would be over.

My chair creaked as I rubbed my thighs together. It would be so hot if it could happen though. If this mysterious B could make my wishes come true. But that was insane. No one could do that short of drugging the girls so I could have my way with them. I could seduce one, sure. Maybe two, if I were patient.

But I knew the risks if it backfired. It was better to find older woman who liked to roleplay. Have them put on naughty skirts and pretend to be innocent, Catholic schoolgirls for me.

My eyes flicked to Sita as she smiled at me. I pictured grabbing her black hair and pulling her face into my pussy. To feel her tongue lapping through my folds. To shudder and cum on those innocent lips, leaving them smeared with my pussy cream.

I squirmed more. This was so insane. I needed to gain control of myself. Things like that didn’t happen in the real world.

I put my phone away, my stomach twisting. A chill shot down my spine. I really could be in trouble if someone thought I was lusting after my students. My heart raced beneath my breasts as the rest of my students filed in.

And I couldn’t just sit here. I had to teach.

It was probably just a prank. Everyone knew I was a lesbian. A bigot was probably just messing with me, trying to get me scared. They always thought dykes were also predators, looking to seduce innocent girls into our “sinful” lifestyles.

It was hard to focus on teaching, between my fantasies of Sita and the twisting fear in my stomach produced by the text. But I focused, moving before my class as I lectured on Romeo and Juliet, my pantyhose whisking with every step.

Such a comforting sound.

“Okay, I want you to read the final act for tomorrow’s lecture,” I told them, ignoring their groans.

My students stood up. Sita headed to me, holding her text book to her breast. She wore a dark cardigan buttoned up, her white blouse peeking through the V neckline. She gave me such a dazzling smile.

“Ms. Marcie, could I stop by after school and talk to you? I have a few questions about the lesson.”

“You didn’t understand it?”

“No, I just had an idea for a project.”

“Looking for extra credit.” I shook my head. “You’re already at a 4.0 in my class.”

“Still,” she smiled. “Can I?”

“Of course you can. I would love to hear about your project.

I had Amber Matheson in my next class, the precocious girl sitting up front, her legs clad by white tights beneath her knee-length skirt. She even wore black Mary Janes, fueling my schoolgirl fetish. Her black hair fell about her fair face, her beauty mark only emphasizing how gorgeous the nubile nymph was.

I practically drooled over her all through my second lecture, ignoring Patti and Yunjin entirely. I even stumbled over my words, my poor panties soaked. Luckily, my third class was full of seniors, the girls too slutty, too sure of themselves for my taste.

“Hope you cheer as well on Friday, Kimmie,” I told the cheer captain as she strutted out.

“Oh, we are going to have a great game,” she nodded. “Thinking about getting a titty fuck from Becky and her huge boobs while Cassandra fucks her from behind.”

“Well, that will get the team’s blood pumping and the crowd roaring,” I grinned.

And then my classroom was empty. I was just so horny. I bit my lip, glancing at the door. Then I sauntered to it, flipping the deadbolt with a loud clunk. I flicked off the lights, plunging my room into darkness. Only the light streaming through the small window in the door illuminated the room.

I strutted back to my desk, my clit throbbing. I had to masturbate. I needed that release or I would never get through the day. I sat down in my chair. It creaked as it leaned back. I spread my legs, throwing them over my desk, my skirt riding down my dark nylons.

I shivered, rubbing my stockings. I loved how they felt beneath me, my body writhing as I slid down lower and lower, the silk caressing my fingertips. Heat raced up my legs, ending at my hot pussy.

I groaned when my fingers reached my pussy. I rubbed at it through my pantyhose and panties. The heat bled through as I rubbed myself. I bit my lip, letting out a soft moan as I stroked up and down my crotch, pressing the material of my panties into my wet pussy.

My clit throbbed as I closed my eyes.

“Mmm, just like that, Sita,” I moaned, picturing her dark fingers running up and down my pussy.

And this will make sure I get a 4.0, Ms. Marcie?

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, picturing her body naked, her breasts small, her nipples dark.

And what about me, Ms. Marcie? Keily asked, her green eyes wide behind her glasses. Do I have to touch you, too?

“You all do,” I panted, picturing all my favorites naked before me, their youthful bodies flushed with desire. Pattie’s ebony skin pressed against Jamie’s, Yunjin’s pale-olive contrasting with Amber’s ivory flesh. Heather shuddered, squeezing small breasts, her blue eyes so sweet.

And my daughter, a big smile on her lips as she reached in to rub at my pussy, too. I groaned, my hand moving faster and faster up and down my slit as I imagined all the nymphets touching me, such eager delight on their faces, their fingers caressing me through my pantyhose.

Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. My clit ached every time I rubbed it through my panties. The bud throbbed. My cunt clenched. I groaned, chair creaking as I squirmed, my fingernails scratching on my pantyhose. I loved the sound.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “And don’t forget to kiss each other.

I pictured Yunjin and Heather kissing hard, their small breasts pressed together. Pattie’s ebony arms wrapped about Jamie’s body, kissing the nubile cheerleader hard. Keily moaned in delight as she kissed my daughter, their tongues dancing. And delicious Amber and innocent Sita melted together, that red-brown flesh so hot contrasting with Amber’s fair skin.

My body shuddered as my orgasm rippled through me. Just picturing my nubile schoolgirl orgy had me cumming hard, fast. I moaned, more than heat bleeding through my nylons. My tangy cream coated my fingers as I shuddered.

The pleasure hit me hard, fast. It crashed through my mind. The rapture drowned me in darkness. It carried me away. I loved it, drifting in ecstasy, the moans and sighs of my cute students echoing through my mind as they loved each other.

It would be so hot.

“It would be, Marcie,” a wicked voice purred. “And I am going to give it to you.”

I blinked, opening my eyes. I was surrounded by ice. Pure ice with just a hint of blue in it. The ceiling, the walls, the desk my naked legs were thrown over. I squirmed, feeling the numbing cold on my naked ass and back.

“What?” I gasped, my heart racing as I hopped to my feet, my ice chair rolling backward as I stood on the ice floor. I looked around. My classroom had been reproduced exactly in ice from the desks to the posters on the wall.

I could even read the text on them, the ice’s huge varying in subtle ways.

My pencils. My papers. My purse. The dry erase markers sitting on the lip of the icy whiteboard. The windows. The door. Everything was ice. It was bitterly cold and yet I didn’t shake. My feet felt winter’s chill beneath them, but I didn’t flinch from it.

“Relax,” the voice purred. “Relax, Marcie. I hope I can call you Marcie. Ms. Baumgartner sounds too…formal for me. So, relax, Marcie, I’m not going to hurt you. I am going to fuck you. But not hurt you.”

I blushed, realizing I was naked, and covered my large tits. My arms pressed against them as I whirled around, searching for the source of the voice. I did a complete 360 already and had failed to see her sitting in the front row.

I blinked.

There was no way I could miss such a striking, gorgeous woman sitting naked at the icy desk, her large breasts jiggling as she lounged, her naked thighs peeking out the sides, her toes wiggling. Purple hair spilled about a voluptuous, hungry face, her silver eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint that made me shiver at how ancient her mirth was. I felt dwarfed by the ages she had lived and smirked through, like all of human history was a joke to her.

And, of course, I was struck by the gossamer wings thrusting over her shoulders, as delicate as a dragonfly’s.

She pursed lush lips. “Mmm, yes, you are a gorgeous woman, Ms. Marcie. I am going to enjoy fucking you.”

“F-fucking me?” I stammered, though not from the cold. “You’re really not my type.”

“No, my boobs are too big and I look too old. No, you like them young and tight. Though you’re too scared to really go for those nubile things wandering about your school. But never fear, once we’ve finished our bargain, you’ll be fucking them left and right. They’ll be coming so hard on your cock.”

“Cock?” I blinked. “What is going on?”

“You got my text, right? You’re a teacher, I thought you were smart.”

“You’re B?”

“Bean Sidhe,” she answered with a dismissive wave, pronouncing it the E and A in her first name. “But that’s such a mouth full, isn’t it? B’s so much better.”

“Bean Sidhe…” I blinked. That sounded familiar. “Isn’t that…banshee, right? From Irish Mythology?”

“If you want to butcher my name, sure,” she grinned.

“Which makes a you a fairy.”

She laughed, her breasts jiggling. “See, I knew you were smart. Esquire of Winter, at your service.” She gave a mocking bow, her pillowy tits spilling across her desk. Her nipples were so fat and hard. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

“You mean…fucking?”

Her smile was so hungry. I felt like a rabbit before a cougar. “The fucking’s part of it. You made a wish, and I am here to answer it. To give you what you want.”

“To…seduce my students.”

“Including that nubile daughter of yours.” B shivered, her breasts shuddering. “Oh, she is a delicious thing. Those pigtails. She makes my cock so hard.”

“C-cock?”

“C O C K,” the fairy purred as she slid out of her desk, standing up. “You know, cock, dick, penis, pecker, dong, schlong, johnson, willy, woody, hardon, skin flute, pipecleaner, love shaft, the one-eyed snake, salami, fuckstick. So many names. Even a lesbian is bound to recognize one of them.” She was a few inches taller than me, her body curvy and delicious, her skin so pale. And thrusting from her thick, violet bush was a huge cock.

My eyes widened. “What is that?”

“My…futa-cock. I think that’s what the summer slut calls it. I’m a futanari.” She lifted her cock and spread the thick lips of her pussy apart, flashing juicy pink. Her cock thrust from her folds. “See. I have both.”

“F-futanari. Like Kimmie and Cassandra?”

“Mmm, yes, their antics…inspired me,” B moaned, walking towards me, stroking that huge girl-cock. It was as big as the two cheerleaders. “I wanted to join the fun.”

“Oh, god, you’re going to make me into a futanari.” My pussy clenched. “Then I can fuck all my students. My daughter.”

B winked her moon-bright eye at me.

“In exchange for a favor, to be collected later.”

“F-favor.”

She reached me, her hands sliding up my side. A shiver rippled through me. Her fingers were so cold they burned on my skin, warming my body. My pussy clenched. That huge cock nudged at my brown bush as her hands climbed higher and higher, cupping my breasts.

“Just a little IOU.” She arched an eyebrow. “What do you say, Teach? Ready to get some schoolgirl pussy?”

“Yes!”

Her lips seized mine, kissing me with such passion as she pressed her large, pillowy tits against mine. Our nipples brushed as her tongue buried into my mouth with such passion. She pushed me back, the frigid edge of my desk brushing my thighs, my rump falling down on it as I moaned into her mouth. Her wings hummed as her hands caressed my sides.

My pussy burned with heat. Juices coated my thighs. I shuddered, loving the burning ice of her touch. Thrills rippled through my body at the clashing sensations. I was so hot, so wet, for her huge girl-dick.

She pushed me backward, breaking our kiss. I panted as I stretched out on my desk. Her hands slid down to my thighs, spread open, my pussy lips parting. Her cock brushed them. I shuddered, eager to be filled, eager to make this pact and have my own girl-cock.

“You are going to fuck all their tight, barely legal cunts,” purred B. Her cock slid up and down my pussy, nudging my clit, making me tremble. “You’re going to violate their young twats. You’re going to fuck them so hard.”

“Yes!” I moaned, humping against her. “Give it to me! I want it! I want it soooooo badly.”

“Especially your daughter?”

“Especially Belinda!”

“Good!”

I gasped as she thrust her cock into my pussy. That huge girl-dick slammed into my steaming depths in a single thrust. I convulsed at the icy cock burning inside of me. Rippling delight flooded through my body, the cold stimulating my flesh and driving me wild. I clenched down on the girth, bigger than any dildo I had ever tried.

Her tits heaved over me from the force of her thrust, my own big boobs jiggling. I squirmed on my frigid desk, drinking in all the sensations. I should be frozen. I should be numb from the cold, but instead it was so exciting. So amazing.

My thighs wrapped about the futa-fairy’s thighs, staring up at her silvery eyes. “Pound me! Give me my cock!”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, the fun you shall have with your nubile schoolgirls.”

I shuddered as she drew back her futa-cock through my folds. My hands shot to my tits, squeezing my lush mounds as the pleasure rippled through me. My fingers dug into my soft breasts as I squirmed, loving the friction of her icy dick. She smiled at me, leaving just the tip of her huge dick in my pussy, letting me squirm.

And then she buried into me again.

A wordless moan burst from my lips as I shuddered. Her dick felt amazing in me. So big and thick and hard. My eyes rolled back into my head. My pussy clenched on her dick. I shivered in delight, humping against her as she worked her cock over and over into my pussy, reaming me, making me feel so good.

Pleasure rippled through me with every thrust. Her cock hammered me, her big tits bouncing over my head, her violet hair dancing about her shoulders. Her wings hummed with her excitement. She gasped and moaned as she savored my tight cunt.

“Oh, yes, you naughty teacher,” she purred. “Mmm, you just love my big, huge cock reaming your pussy. Ooh, the fun you are going to have with your schoolgirls.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching on her dick. I squeezed my tits so hard, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh.

“You’re going to pop their cherries, fuck their mouths, bend them over your desk and bugger their asses.”

“Yes!”

My orgasm swelled so fast through me as the futa-fairy pounded me. She leaned over me, planting her hands on either side of my body as she hammered me. It shifted the way her cock slid through my hole, teasing different parts of my depths. I groaned, clenching on her plunging girth as she fucked me.

Her tits swayed over me, nipples so hard. I reached up, grabbing them and squeezing their pillowy mounds. My fingers dug into her flesh, loving the feel of her pliant mounds. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head as she reamed me harder and faster. She slammed that cock into my depths. She had me shuddering and moaning, my body heaving beneath her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my pussy clenching on her thrusting girl-cock. “I’m going to fuck them all!”

“Such a wicked teacher!” B moaned. “Oh, if I had a daughter, I would love for you to educate her!”

My pussy clenched so hard on her dick. I massaged her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples as my orgasm hurtled closer and closer. Every stroke of that amazing, impossible girl-dick through my pussy sent me closer and closer to the edge of erupting.

My back arched. Her cock slammed into my depths. My clit brushed her pubic mound, kissed by her silky pubic hairs. Sparks shot through me to the core of my body. I groaned, clenching my fingers into her tits.

And came.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as the rapture flooded out of my convulsing pussy. “I want it!”

“You’ll receive it!” the futa-fairy groaned, her face contorting in delight as she plowed over and over into my cumming depths.

My body twitched and heaved at the delight shooting through me. Her cock kept reaming me, kept stirring new waves of ecstasy through my body. My hot flesh convulsed and writhed about her frigid cock, drinking in the conflicting sensations. I heaved on my desk, my vision fuzzing from the rapture of her cock hammering me.

I loved being fucked by a futa. It was so much better than a dildo.

Her wings buzzed so loud. She lifted an inch off the ground as she slammed her dick into my depths. My eyes widened as I felt her girl-dick spear so deep into me. And then she groaned, her back arching as she flooded me with her futa-seed.

And so much more. I felt energy rush into me along with her girl-cum.

“Savor our bargain!” she howled, her wings a gossamer blur over her shoulders. “Savor it!”
“I will!” I moaned, my body heaving, the energy swirling through me as I enjoyed the feel of her cum spilling into my depths. There was so much. I felt flooded.

And then my clit throbbed. My little nub drank in the energy. I shuddered, my toes curling as it blossomed, thrusting out of my brown pubic hair. My eyes widened as I watched my futa-cock grow, looking over my huge breasts.

“Yes!” I gasped as B grasped it, stroking my cock.

“Ms. Marcie,” she said, but her voice sounded different. It sounded younger, sweeter, a soprano instead of her smokier alto. “Ms. Marcie, oh, no, what is that?”

B’s girlish gasp made me blink. The world changed around me as I came awake in my classroom, the lights on. My legs were still thrown over my desk, my body reclined in my chair. My skirt was hiked over my waist, and my new cock tented my panties and pantyhose.

“Ms. Marcie, what is that in your crotch?” the sweet voice asked. Not B talking but Amber Matheson.

My girl-cock was so hard in my panties, trapped by the confining cloth, aching to break free. “What do you think it is?” I asked with a purr, reaching out and grabbing the pale-faced girl’s right hand. The eighteen-year-old trembled as I pulled her hand to my crotch. “Mmm, what is it?”

“Ms. Marcie,” she gasped as I boldly placed her hand over my bulge. “What are you doing? Why is your skirt hiked up?”

“I was masturbating to all you hot, sexy schoolgirls,” I purred as I rubbed her hand up and down my futa-dick. “And then I had a naughty dream.”

“M-masturbate?” Her eyes were so wide. “Ms. Marcie, you have to stop. You shouldn’t make me touch you like that. This is wrong.”

“I know,” I groaned, squeezing my hand around hers so she could feel my full girth. “Mmm, and I am so hard for you.”

“My mother’s a cop, Ms. Marcie,” she gasped. “You have to stop.”

“But you don’t want me to stop,” I purred, seeing the flush spread across her cheeks, her beauty mark looking so cute over her scarlet skin. “You want to see how big my new girl-cock is.”

Her eyes widened. “Girl-cock…?”

I slid her hand higher to the waistband of my pantyhose. Then I shoved it inside. Our hands stretched the dark material. She reached my panties and I pushed her hand into that, her fingers brushing the top of my cock. It throbbed in delight at her innocent touch.

“Mmm, can you feel how hard I am, Amber?”

“Ms. Marcie,” she panted, her head tossing back and forth, her black hair swaying about her shoulders. “This is so wrong. You have to stop this.”

“Do I?” I asked. “I’m the teacher and you’re the student. You have to do what I say.”

“But…”

“No buts. You will be a good girl.” I turned my chair, creaking as it swiveled. I let go of her hand and she yanked it out of my panties and pantyhose, clutching it to her chest. “You will fall to your knees right now, Amber, and suck my girl-cock.”

“Suck it!” she spluttered, her eyes so wide, so shocked. “Ms. Marcie, that’s—”

“Get on your knees now, Amber Matheson!” I snapped, my eyes hard. “You will obey me and learn what I have to teach you.”

She swallowed, trembling, then she fell to her knees.

My chair creaked as I stood up, pushing it back. “Yank down my pantyhose and panties.”

“Ms. Marcie?” she asked, looking up at me with such tremulous eyes.

“Now,” I purred, savoring the innocent eighteen-year-old schoolgirl’s trembling body.

“Yes, Ms. Marcie.”

Her fingers hooked the waistband of my pantyhose, dragging them down, her fingers hooking my panties in the process. I groaned, my dick throbbing as it rubbed against the silky material. Then it popped out before her, bobbing up and down, the tip inches from her sweet lips. Her eyes widened and she swallowed.

I seized her black hair, holding it in a tight grip. “Now suck it, you little slut.”

“S-slut?” she squeaked.

“You little schoolgirl slut,” I purred. “You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you whenever I want. And you’re going to let me because I know that hot, virgin cunt is burning inside your panties.”

She didn’t answer. I pulled her head forward until the tip of my cock nudged her lips. She stared up at me, tears in her eyes. And then she licked it. Her tongue swirled about the crown, sending hot shivers down my dick. She gathered the beading precum, pulling it into her mouth, tasting it.

“See,” I purred. “Mmm, that’s not terrible.”

“I guess,” she said.

I tightened my hand in her hair. “No guessing. You love it. Now suck, slut! Wrap those delicious lips about my cock and make me cum.”

My pussy clenched as she did that. She opened her mouth, engulfing the crown of my dick. She stared at me, her lips wrapped tight, but she didn’t seem to have any idea what to do. Juice dribbled down my thighs, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse and bra as I savored the wet, warm heat of her mouth.

“Now you suck,” I purred. “And you swirl your tongue about my cock and bob that pretty mouth of yours. That’ll make me cum into your pretty mouth.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked. I let out such a wanton moan of delight, my pussy clenching as the eighteen-year-old virgin sucked on her first cock. A futa’s cock. I was such a wicked teacher for teaching her this.

Her tongue brushed my crown again as she sucked. My pussy clenched every time. Then she moved her mouth, sliding it up and down. She let out a delicious whimper, the sound humming around my dick as she worked her mouth up and down my cock, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. “Oh, and I bet you love the salty taste of my precum. Soon, my girl-cum will be flooding your mouth. Mmm, I bet you want that.”

She didn’t answer, but she sucked harder. I groaned, shifting in my heels as she loved my cock. Her mouth bobbed faster and faster, her head twisting as she sucked. Drool dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she pleasured my big, thick girl-cock.

It was so amazing. It was like having my clit sucked on times a million. The tip of my cock was so sensitive. And it was so hot feeling her tongue slide around the outside while her sucks pulled at the cum swelling in the depths of my ovaries.

My hand tightened in her black hair as I swayed. It was so good.

“I’m going to flood your mouth, slut,” I panted. “And you’re going to swallow it all. Aren’t you?”

She moaned a yes about my cock as she stared up at me with those innocent eyes.

“Good.” My pussy clenched, my body shuddering. “Here it comes, my little schoolgirl whore!”

The pressure swelled in me as she sucked and bobbed. The feel of her hot mouth sent shudders rippling through my body. My ovaries tightened. And then they exploded. My eyes opened wide as I came as a futa for the first time.

My girl-jizz fired into her mouth. The powerful pulses had my entire body shuddering. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned and swayed as blast after blast of ecstasy fired through my body. At the same moment, my pussy convulsed, flooding my body with softer rapture. I swayed, holding onto her black hair as I groaned.

“So good!” I hissed. “Oh, you little slut, drink it all.”

She tried, swallowing as my cum flooded her mouth. White jizz leaked out the corners of her lips as I overflowed her. She gulped, sucking hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she tasted girl-jizz for the first time.

I swayed, my pleasure peaking, and then it died as the last blast of my cum flooded her mouth. My pussy convulsed a few more times, my thighs so sticky with pussy juices. I took a deep breath, shuddering as I steadied myself.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” I groaned. “You did such a good job sucking your first cock, Amber.”

She pulled her mouth from my dick, her face flushed. She panted, her tongue licking her lips, gathering the salty jizz staining them. “I did, Ms. Marcie?”

“Yes, you did,” I purred, cupping her cheeks. I lightly lifted her face and she stood on unsteady feet. “You were wonderful, my naughty slut.”

Then I kissed her on the mouth. I captured those sweet lips in a hot kiss. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, savoring the salty flavor of my cum. She trembled against me, my cock rubbing against her blouse, smearing stains on her clothing. She moaned into the kiss, soft whimpers that had me so excited.

She blinked when I broke the kiss, her lips still parted, a slight smile turning the corners. “Ms. Marcie…”

“I know,” I grinned. “Now bend that cute ass over my desk.”

She did, her skirt rising up her thighs clad in white tights. I groaned, staring down at those black Mary Janes on her feet as I lifted her skirt over her hips. Her white tights clung to her, outlining her yellow panties. My dick throbbed as I hooked the waistband of the schoolgirl’s tights, pulling them and her panties off her ass. It was such a cute, round tush.

And then I exposed her virgin pussy adorned with soft, black curls. Her excitement matted her hairs. I could just see a hint of her tight slit buried in the forest. I fell to my knees, breathing in deeply. She smelled so tangy.

I licked my lips.

“Ms. Marcie!” she squealed as I buried my face into her virgin snatch, tonguing hard. “Oh, wow! Oh, wow!”

My hands gripped her cute tush as my tongue slid through her tight, virginal slit. I gathered her tangy cream while her black curls tickled my face. She wiggled her hips, pressing back into my licking tongue. Her juices flowed, dribbling down my chin as I feasted. My tongue brushed her hymen.

My futa-cock throbbed.

I squeezed her ass as I tongued her pussy harder. She gasped and squirmed when I found her tiny clit buried in her folds. I stroked the little bud, loving how it felt beneath my tongue. She wiggled, moaning louder and louder, her whimpers so cute.

“Ms. Marcie!”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned between licks. “Such a delicious cunt. I’m going to enjoy fucking it.”

My fingers dug into her butt-cheeks harder as I licked faster and faster. I lapped through her delicious folds, savoring the tangy flavor. My dick throbbed harder and harder as I devoured her hot flesh.

I nuzzled into her folds, sucking on her clit. She gasped, bucking hard, her ass clenching beneath my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her folds as she squealed louder and louder, her innocent sounds were so beautiful.

“Ms. Marcie! Something’s happening! I… Oh, wow!”

“Don’t fight it,” I moaned. “Cum!”

“Yes!”

My desk creaked as she bucked, cumming hard. Her tangy juices flooded my mouth. I drank down her cream. I savored the innocent delight. My fingers dug into her ass as she humped back into my mouth, her juices dribbling down my chin.

I had to fuck her. I couldn’t deny myself any longer.

I rose, my cock nudging her naked thigh and reaching her pussy. She looked at me over her shoulder, her face burning crimson, her eyes dewy. She just whimpered as I pressed my cock on her hymen.

I thrust hard.

Her eyes widened. She let out a gasp of pain as her cherry popped. Her hymen tore like tissue paper. And then I was buried into the tight furnace of her virgin cunt. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her untouched, schoolgirl pussy.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I moaned, savoring the silky delight wrapped about my cock.

“You’re in me, Ms. Marcie!” she gasped almost in shock. “Oh, wow. Oh, that’s…awesome!”

I drew back my cock, making her whimper, loving the sounds she made. Then I rammed into her pussy. She groaned, her body shuddering, her ass clenching as I buried into her. I leaned over her, drawing back my hips again, slamming my futa-dick into her hot, tight depths.

I stared down at her as she writhed, humping back into my cock. Amber was no longer innocent. I had violated her, stolen her virginity. I shuddered as I thrust over and over into her depths, my pussy clenching. My hot juices flooded down my thighs as the friction burned along the length of my futa-cock.

“You love it,” I hissed. “Don’t you, slut!”

“I do, Ms. Marcie!” she gasped, her pussy clenching on my thrusting dick. “Oh, wow. I…I had no idea!”

My fingernails bit into the wood of my desk as I braced my arms on either side of her. I hammered her, my breasts bouncing in my bra, my silk blouse rustling. I groaned, savoring the heat of her cunt wrapped about my dick.

Schoolgirl cunt.

I was fucking my student.

I was such a naughty teacher.

My thrusts grew harder, faster, reaming her. Every stroke through her once-innocent flesh sent rapture flooding through my body. I groaned, savoring every stroke. Loving every inch of her pussy that I violated.

I never wanted to stop. I wanted to fuck her over and over. I wanted to hear her screaming out in rapture as I pounded her. The desk creaked as she whimpered. My crotch smacked into her ass. It jiggled with every stroke.

“Ms. Marcie!” she whimpered, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. “I…”

“Do it,” I hissed. “Cum!”

“Yes!”

Amber’s pussy writhed about my dick. The schoolgirl slut came hard. My eyes widened at the convulsing delight of her cunt spasming about my dick. I thrust so hard into her hot depths. My pussy clenched as the pressure built in my ovaries.

Her pussy massaged my cock. It sucked at it. She wanted my cum flooding her. She wanted to feel every blast of my cum spurting into her depths. She ached for it. She burned for it. And I wanted to give it to her.

“Amber!” I hissed, my hips hammering my cock into her cunt. “My little slut! Take it!”

“Yes!” she squealed in orgasmic delight.

My cock erupted. My cum flooded her pussy. Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her depths. The hot cum flooded her. It splashed through her body. My entire body shuddered. Rapture bathed my mind as I spurted over and over into her depths.

I filled her with futa-jizz.

My fingernails scratched at my desk. I breathed in the heady scent of hot pussy, our tangy musks merging together. She whimpered and moaned as her pussy milked my cock dry of jizz. The pleasure surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes. I drew back and slammed into her one last time, savoring the final blast of my cum spurting into her.

“Oh, you sweet thing,” I groaned. “Mmm, Amber, you’re my little slut now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squirming.

I drew back my futa-cock out of her pussy. It plopped out, my cum leaking out of her pussy, staining her dark hairs. I grabbed her tights and yellow panties bunched around her mid-thigh and drew them up, trapping my cum in her.

“I expect you back here tomorrow during your lunch break,” I told her. I squeezed her ass. “For more lessons.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she moaned.

“Go. Lunch is almost over. I have a class starting in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie.” The flushed schoolgirl gave me such a huge smile before she darted out of my classroom.

I rolled down my pantyhose and panties, putting those in my drawer and pulling up my nylons. They hugged to my hard cock, pinning it to my crotch and stomach, the tip just peeking out of the waistband. I savored the naked feel of the pantyhose on my dick and pussy as I smoothed my skirt.

My next class was about to start. I grinned, eager to teach the next schoolgirl.

My daughter Belinda was the first student to enter. “Hi, mom,” she said, those gorgeous pigtails swaying.

I shivered in delight. Oh, I was so grateful that B granted my wish.

To be continued…

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A quick recap of the events from part one. To Bree her and Trina may be copies of one another on the outside but on the inside they couldn’t be more different. Although after finding her sister’s diary Bree discovers a dark secret about her sister and discovers a little something about herself in the process. When we last saw Bree she was in the middle of Traina’s room reading about her sister’s sexual desires for none other than Bree herself. She had just found that her sister had been syping on her. A revelation that to Bree’s surprise had her excited instead of angry. A revelation that was interrupted when Trina caught her red handed and screamed her name. We pick up right where we left off.

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

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

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

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

Trina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do hate you” Trina answered unconvincinly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course I will.” Bree said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of Part 2

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