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Charity’s secret tryst turns into an open-door orgy

“Ohhh fuuuuuck!” Charity groaned as she held me close. She was like a koala, clinging to me for dear life, her cheek pressed against mine so that I could hear every pant… every groan… every gasp in clear, high-definition quality.

My steel-hard rod slid in and out of her with relative ease despite how tight she was, thanks to how utterly sloppy she was between her legs. Unsurprising, considering she’d been watching porn and playing with herself before I’d entered the room—it was quite possibly the wettest I’d ever felt from a woman. Erin always seemed soaking wet every time I came in contact with her pussy, but this was on a whole other level.

Charity was far from a passive participant—her hands were tight around my neck, giving her the leverage to do half the work of moving up and down my shaft, aided by my hands on her firm ass. That meant I didn’t have to move my hips much, which was helpful for the mystery girl between my legs. My balls rested on her palm, her fingers gently curling around them as her fingernails lightly teased my sensitive skin between the base of my cock and my ass. Tender lips delivered gentle kisses, worshiping them as I focused most of my attention on Charity.

“Hey,” I panted against Charity’s cheek. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, adjusting her grip to keep a firm grasp on me. “Unghff… she must have been in here before…”

“You didn’t know?” I asked. Rose had said she was giving Charity a little alone time with me—that was far from what this was. “You okay with this?”

“Yesss…” she hissed, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I just wanted a few minutes of attention for myself. She’s minding her own business and staying out of my way. Besides, it’s hot.”

That was undeniable. I had a pretty good idea of who it was, but being surprised like this and not being one hundred percent sure of the identity was intoxicating.

I felt the lips around my balls curl into a smile before whoever was down there pulled away. A moment later, a warm, wet tongue stroked between them, lathing the left, then the right, before gently slipping the right between her mouth. An amused little hum escaped her throat, but it wasn’t enough to identify who it was.

Not that it mattered right now. What did matter was that it had been a few hours since Erin had drained me, Rose could kiss the life back into a corpse, and my little Head of PR, whom I had not yet fucked, was as hot as the sun. All of that combined meant that I didn’t think I would last long. Fortunately, I’d managed to develop a lot of staying power in the last couple of months. That first load always came quickly, but I could still keep going a few more rounds after.

Now that I knew Charity wasn’t miffed that another girl was sharing our moment, what had me worried was that I doubted Rose was the only girl out there. I’d handled as many as six girls at a time, but that had nearly killed me—sex was a lot of physical work, and while I was becoming stronger and more fit, I was hardly a god.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said.

Charity let out a little squeak as I dropped her back down on my cock. “Fuck… already!?”

“What can I say?” I said, not offended by her incredulity at the fact that I was already there. “You’re just too damn sexy.”

“I’m flattered,” she panted. I felt her lips brush my forehead, my cheeks… always unable to make contact for more than a few moments thanks to all the bouncing she was doing. “I hope you can keep going after.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said, feeling my balls tighten inside mystery girl’s mouth, feeling on the verge of exploding. My voice became strained, and it became harder to keep a grip on the girl in my arms. “I’m gonna make you—oh fuck!”

My fingers dug into her firm ass as I felt my testicles contract, followed by my shaft as it launched the first spurt of my jism deep in Charity’s pussy. A second stream jettisoned deep inside the young woman, then a third… all without me stopping from sending her bouncing up and down my dick.

She must have been close, because after the third load, she threw her arms around my shoulders and collapsed on top of me, burying her face partially in the side of my temple as she bottomed out on my cock and let out a long guttural groan. The lips on my scrotum slithered upward, and I felt a tongue lap at the base of my cock where Charity and I were joined, presumedly licking up our combined fluids.

The little woman in my arms shuddered as she bucked against me—prolonged grunts and moans next to my ear that hit just that pitch that was almost painful. I rode it out. The fact that I could provide such a beautiful woman with a long, drawn-out orgasm like this was worth a little momentary discomfort.

Moments passed as the rest of my ejaculate poured out of my cock and mingled with Charity’s juices—whatever seeped from our joining was quietly lapped up by whoever was under us. I just held Charity and waited for her to recover. Her legs stayed wrapped around me, an occasional hum coming from the girl drinking our juices.

“God,” she finally whispered, pulling back so that she could rest her forehead on mine. “It’s been a while.”

I nuzzled my forehead against hers. “Sorry it took so long to make it happen.”

She chuckled. “I was so close to going out and just finding some random guy at a bar.”

“What made you wait?”

“Erin and Helen,” Charity said. “They told me it was worth the wait.”

“Hope I lived up to your expectations,” I said.

“Oh… it was definitely worth it. I’ll be ready to go again soon.”

“Ready whenever you are,” I said.

“Yum,” Charity said.

“My concern isn’t fucking you,” I said, leaning down to lay kisses across her chest and noticed that the girl underneath ceased all contact. “It’s that I’m pretty sure you guys have something brewing out there, and I’m a little concerned about lasting that long.”

“Well,” Charity said, a note of apprehension creeping into her voice. “You may not have to worry too much about that.”

My kisses slowed to a halt, eyes instinctively moving up to where I believed hers to be, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. “What do you mean?”

“I may have spiked your last drink with crushed Viagra.”

I recalled her bringing it to me about an hour ago—something alcohol free since I was hoping to keep most of a clear mind.

“Erin said you wouldn’t mind,” Charity quickly followed, her hands on my shoulders tightening along with her tone. Even in the dark, I could tell she was afraid she’d done something I wouldn’t have approved of.

I stared up at her—or where I thought her face was—and let a few moments pass in silence, feeling the tension grow with each heartbeat. Then I grabbed her by one of her twin tails and pulled her head toward mine until our foreheads touched again. If we’d had light, I would have been looking directly into her eyes.

“Girl,” I husked, “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out for this.”

I pressed up on her ass, pulling some of my still-hard cock out of her pussy, and then slid it back in slowly. She gasped.

“You don’t know what you’ve done.”

Jesus Christ… she really didn’t. On any regular day, I was already a rabid horndog. If she really did spoke my drink with Viagra, there was no way in hell she was going to survive what I did to her.

“Oh…” She breathed. Then she squealed and I got the sense that our mystery guest was behind her. I heard a quiet kissing noise as if someone was licking and sucking softly on skin. I could make out just enough to see the faint silhouette of another head buried into the crook of Charity’s neck.

“You better fucking pray Rose has an entire lineup out there, because if there isn’t enough pussy out there for me to fuck, I’m not only fucking you till you pass out, Charity…”

I heard a faint whisper near Charity’s ear from the mystery woman.

“Oh my God…” Charity gasped.

“I’m going to fuck your unconscious little body till you’re filled to the brim.”

“Oh my God,” she repeated. “That! I want that!”

“Fucking good,” I growled, as I began to work my cock in and out of the little PR slut.

An arm snaked around my neck and pulled me close, and I felt a pair of lips press against mine and a tongue invade my mouth—not Charity. This pair of lips wasn’t as plush as Charity’s… but they were wetter. The tongue was aggressive as it invaded, seeking out mine and pinning it to the roof of my mouth as if it were an all-out war. Her tongue was dominating, but her lips were more pliant and insistent… like those of a desperate lover.

Whatever confidence I had in the identity of this person was immediately dashed by that kiss, and curiosity got the best of me. I took a hand off Charity’s ass and just barely managed to keep her aloft with one arm as I felt around for the back of the girl’s head in hopes that the hair would tell me something…

And felt a beanie.

The fucking girl kissing me was wearing a goddamn beanie.

What was only a passing curiosity now burned bright.

Her lips left mine, and then I vaguely made out the shape of her head pressed close to Charity’s. The sound of kissing soon followed as I continued to fuck her little body.

“Oh…” I heard Charity murmur in surprise, followed by a series of hums and moans, as if she were enjoying the kisses she was receiving from our shared lover.

More movement that I couldn’t quite make out… then, “Oh god…”

“What?” I asked, hating that I couldn’t see anything despite how hot the mystery was.

“My tits,” she sighed. “Oh… I haven’t felt… nnngg!”

Her pussy twitched around my cock.

I leaned in closer in an attempt to make out what the mystery girl was doing to Charity, but then I suddenly felt lips on mine again, hungry and searching. She gave me another intense kiss and then disappeared again. Moments later, I felt her hand back on my balls, caressing them before fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.

Getting the picture, I braced Charity’s ass in my hands and lifted her up. She groaned and tightened her grip around the back of my neck. “What…?”

Her tongue suddenly painted the length of my shaft as she pulled it out of Charity’s snatch. Then she engulfed two-thirds of it in a single move that left me groaning.

“Fffffuuuuck… she’s…?

I leaned forward and buried my face in Charity’s chest as I felt the mystery woman’s lips slide up and down my shaft a few times.

“Hey…” Charity said, the tone in her voice suggesting she was getting impatient for the return of what she’d been using.

I wasn’t the only one to sense it. Moments later, I felt the tip of my penis being guided back to Charity’s opening. A tongue lapped at where mine and Charity’s organs met. Then I sank it back inside her as our mystery lover proceeded to lap at my balls again, intermittently delivering kisses along my inner thigh and my prostate.

“Time’s up!”

Rose’s voice cut through the haze of lust that permeated the small closet. With my cock buried in one girl’s pussy and another girl’s tongue dancing along my prostate, I wanted to tell Rose to shut the fuck up… the last thing I wanted to do was stop for anything.

But if I’d learned anything about these women, it’s that they always had something delightful planned, and telling her to fuck off was probably short-sighted.

I looked back at Charity. “We should go.”

“Fuck!” she groaned, sounding absolutely pitiful. “I’m not there yet!”

Another spoke up, tinged with an Australian accent. “Think they fell asleep in there?”

Wait… was that… Tara!

My cock lurched at the thought of Tara being out there when I emerged, naked, with an equally nude Charity.

I suddenly had no reason to stay in this closet—I wanted to confirm if I’d just heard Tara, I wanted to see what Rose and Charity had set up, and I wanted to know who the other woman in the closet was.

“Greedy,” I said, stopping mid-thrust so that she was still perched on my cock with her legs still wrapped around me. “I’ll finish you off out there. Hope you’re good with an audience.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if I weren’t,” Charity said. “Just hurry and get out there. I’m ready to go again!”

The mystery woman was kissing Charity’s shoulder, and I felt around for her chin, lifting it as I reached down to give her a quick kiss. “Come on.”

With Charity still in my arms, I turned and headed for the closet door. By now, there were a few voices out there catcalling, hooting, and yelling at me to get out there. As I reached the door, Charity obliged by grabbing the closet door knob for me and twisting it until it opened.

A handful of voices erupted in howls as I walked out, blinking into the light of the game room despite the lamps providing soft, unoffensive illumination.

Perched on the couch were Shea and Tara, with Rose standing beside the closet door where I’d just emerged. She closed it behind me. I blinked again, this time out of confusion. “Uhh… there was someone else in there.”

Rose gave me a wicked grin. “Yep. Have fun solving that little mystery.”

Walking to the couch nearest us and opposite of Helen and Tara, I gently set Charity’s naked ass on the back of it, still holding her as we glanced at each other. She looked like she didn’t have any more of a clue what this was than I did. Then I looked from her to Tara, who looked equally clueless. What was this? And why was Tara here without Erin? Was I right in assuming Erin was the one in the closet?

The dancer could see the questions written all over my face and slunk toward me, dark desires glinting in her eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, closing the distance between us. She bit her lip as she reached out, slender fingers grazing along my shoulder, the tips playing across my muscles.

“I heard Little Miss in there singing.” She blinked heavy-lidded eyes and turned a predatory gaze toward Charity. “Did you make our little girl here feel good? Is it my turn yet?”

Curiosity was roaring in the back of my brain, but the fire in my dick burned hotter, and my questions suddenly seemed unimportant. I had a fun-sized Filipino girl in my arms who made it very clear to me she was far from done. Next to us stood a tall, willowy goddess with skin like dark coffee who was salivating for a turn on my dick.

And I’d just been drugged with something that was supposed to keep my cock rock-hard for four hours—any more than that and I’d need to consider talking to a doctor.

Fuck it. Answers could wait.

“I promised her I wasn’t done,” I confessed.

I felt Charity’s fingers dig possessively into my back as she stared a wordless challenge at Rose—if she wanted a turn right now, Rose would have to fight for it. A quick glance showed me that the furnace in her was still burning bright.

Rose sighed, feigning disappointment. “Fiiiine. I guess I’ll have to find other ways to stay busy until it’s my turn.”

I threw a quick glance at Tara to see that she was watching the entire situation with an intensity I’d only seen her give Erin. Apparently, one or both of the ladies had piqued her interest almost as much as my assistant had. I started to suggest that maybe my trainer might like some company, but Rose looked back to Charity, placing a single finger underneath the younger girl’s chin.

The sight of the taller woman looking down on the younger set my groin on fire—Charity gazed up at her, her big eyes emphasized by her dark liner. Rose stared down at her hungrily, reminding me of the way Helen would look at Bobbi. Aside from Helen, the dancer was one of the most aggressive women in my orbit.

“What about you, cupcake?” Rose said softly but with an edge. She gave Charity a once-over, her finger still under the younger woman’s chin. “Please don’t tell me you only play for one team.”

Despite how interesting their conversation was, I didn’t want to wait any longer. Charity hadn’t released me this entire time, and my Viagra-fueled cock was still buried inside her, so I picked back up where we left off. My cock slowly began sawing in and out of Charity’s pussy. The Filipino girl clung tighter to me, but kept her eyes fixed on the taller woman as I fucked her.

“I’ve been with a couple of women,” she said, her voice quavering only slightly. Her pupils were dilated, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the long, drawn-out orgasm she’d had in the closet, the fact that I was fucking her right now in a room full of people watching her, or if it was Rose’s seduction routine.

The dancer’s lips curled into a playful little smile. “Fuck. Yes.”

Then she leaned in and gently pressed her plush lips to Charity’s. The latter girl whimpered into the kiss, and I picked up my speed, suddenly forgetting about anything else happening around us as I watched a hint of pink tongue slowly flicker between their mouths. Their lip-lock deepened, and I set a rhythm, leaning in to press my lips to the side of Charity’s face.

She moaned against Rose’s mouth as the two continued, and her arms tightened around me, a subtle gesture that requested I fuck her deeper. In the closet, she’d been dark and playful and a tinge romantic. Here, it was all smoldering intensity. Rose really knew how to turn the heat up in all the right ways.

I nuzzled my face against Charity’s, then felt Rose’s fingers on my chin, turning me to face her as the kiss ended. She immediately sought my lips, initiating a kiss with me and invading my mouth. Our tongues massaged and caressed, and my speed picked up as we breathed deeply of each other, every curl of her tongue against mine urging me on a little more. What can I say? Rose was a fucking amazing kisser.

Eventually, she broke our kiss, grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary and guided Charity and me back to each other, initiating another kiss.

“God,” she whispered. “That is so damn hot…”

Charity and I were just starting to lose ourselves in the kiss when we felt another pair of lips on the corners of our mouths—Rose coming into insert herself, initiating a three-way kiss. Instinctively, Charity and I rotated our heads toward Rose to let her in, and we got lost in whose tongue was whose, as they tangled in each other. It was all an erotic, messy chaos.

“Ugh,” Charity moaned into our mouths, her grip tightening. Rose immediately dropped from our kiss to suck on one of Charity’s tits as the younger girl began cumming again on my dick. The sight of Rose’s lips compressed around Charity’s nipple, followed by the feel of Charity’s lips on my neck and her canal convulsing around my cock was too much to handle, and I felt my cock convulse as I began working through my second orgasm of the night. I buried my face in Charity’s hair as I let out a long groan, feeling another series of loads fill her. Fuck… I hoped she was on birth control, because if she wasn’t, I was about to coat her entire womb so thoroughly in my seed that my little swimmers were sure to remain active for weeks.

“Goddamn, that was hot.”

Erin’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to see her standing near the couch, just behind Shea and Tara. My lesbian personal trainer suddenly found it much easier to look away from me—and the two girls I’d been intimately tangled with. She glanced over her shoulder at Erin and said, “Oh, hey there. Glad you could make it, love!”

Before, Tara had been all smolder and longing. That longing was still there, but now it was tempered by joy at seeing my personal assistant. If I didn’t know better—and I didn’t—I might’ve thought Tara was actually in love with Erin.

Not that I could blame her.

My young, silver-haired assistant grinned down at Tara and said, “Hey there, sexy! I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Enjoying the show so far?”

By now, my cock should’ve reached a level of semi-softness that would’ve caused it to at least partially pull out of Charity—but that wasn’t the case this time. I had to back away from the petite Filipina still perched on the back of the couch, my cock slipping free… hard as ever.

“Mmmm,” Rose hummed. “I’ll get you later,” she said to my cock as it bobbed in the air.

Then she turned her attention to Charity. “First,” she said, placing a couple of slender fingers between Charity’s bare breasts, “I think I have a little snack.”

She gave Charity a gentle shove, and the young woman squealed as she tumbled backward onto the empty couch cushions. Rose slunk around the other side, never taking her eyes off the younger girl as she closed in. Charity shifted, reclining along the length of the couch and letting one leg fall off the side—giving all of us a beautiful view of her messy, cum-soaked pussy.

Rose stalked over the arm of the couch and prowled between the girl’s legs, dipping her head down and out of sight.

“Oh, fuck…” Charity’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to Rose’s oral attention.

Erin wasn’t the only one who had appeared while I was distracted. Helen circled around the opposite side of the couch. She sank into the cushions beside Tara, placing the gorgeous Australian between a petite Hawaiian native on her right and a tall, commanding blonde on her left.

I normally would have been more shy about being so naked in front of so many different women, but I was moving past that. Aside from Tara, the rest of them had seen me nude countless times. Hell… I’d been inside all of them.

Then Emiko appeared.

She was holding a steaming mug as she walked carefully into the room. Her dark eyes scanned the entire scene—two naked women on the couch, one devouring the other—while I stood just behind it, cock still swaying in the air. She came to a stop beside Helen and extended the mug.

I felt the sudden urge to dive behind the couch to save my modesty and just managed to fight it off so I didn’t look like an idiot.

“Here you are, Miss VanCamp.”

Helen took it carefully, offering her a gracious smile. “Thank you, Miss Hoshino.”

The use of the surname didn’t escape me, despite the mild embarrassment starting to creep in at the edges of my mind. Helen was a queen—she didn’t show deference to any of the women in this house. But addressing my housekeeper so formally, outside of a professional setting? That meant something. I logged that away for later.

Emiko gave Helen a small, single nod, then turned her gaze on me.

“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? You or your guests?”

There wasn’t the slightest hint that she saw anything unusual. For Emiko, it was just another day at the office. I guess that made sense, considering she used to run a brothel. Still… it did little to offset how obscure it felt to have her acting like it was business as usual.

“Umm… I think I’m good,” I said. The last thing on my mind was food.

“Mr. Upton will need plenty of water,” Helen said, just before taking a sip from the mug of—what I assumed was—tea or coffee.

“I didn’t know you were getting tea,” Shea said. “Would it be too much trouble…?”

“Not at all, Miss Wren,” Emiko replied, offering her a warm smile.

“We might also get a little hungry,” Erin added, biting her lip at something that clearly amused her. “I mean… for actual food.”

“Of course,” Emiko said. “I’ll have something delivered.” She cast her dark eyes back at me and gave a knowing smirk. “Welcome home, Mr. Upton. Enjoy yourself tonight. After such an ordeal… one needs to unwind and relax.”

Erin, never taking her eyes off me, slid her fingers down Shea’s arm, laced them through hers, and strode toward me. My masseuse rose without resistance and let herself be pulled along.

I rounded the couch to meet them just in front. I took a moment to study Erin’s hair.

“How was she?” Erin asked, glancing at Charity.

I followed her gaze and found Charity lost in the sensations Rose was giving her—her tongue slowly stroking up and down the younger woman’s slit.

I looked back into Erin’s eyes… then again at her hair.

Her expression turned curious. “What are you looking at?”

“Trying to decide if you have hat hair.”

“What?”

“Who was in the closet?” I asked.

Erin’s smile grew mischievous… knowing.

“It wasn’t you,” I declared. “Who?”

She took half a step toward me, still grinning, and pressed her hand against my chest, sliding it up the center of my sternum. Then she shoved—light, playful, confident—and I dropped onto the couch, careful not to land on Charity’s head.

My hips brushed against the top of Charity’s skull, catching her attention. She opened her eyes to look up at me.

“Oh, goody!” she cried out, grinning up at me.

She lifted her head and shifted back, settling into my lap. A muffled protest emerged from between her legs as Rose followed her meal, not quite finished yet.

Shea dropped to her knees and immediately slid between my legs. Erin knelt just behind her, already working to unfasten the other woman’s swimsuit. The scant fabric dropped away moments later, revealing a perfect pair of tits that almost looked large on someone barely five feet tall.

Shea’s breasts, while not quite as firm or gravity-defying as Erin’s, were still in beautiful shape—tight teardrops with minimal sag, each topped with dark, thick nipples already standing at full attention.

All-too-familiar hands slid under Shea’s arms and reached up to cup them. Erin’s fingers sank into her firm flesh, kneading and rolling… grinding her palms against those thick, prominent nipples.

Shea’s eyes slid half-closed, her teeth catching the edge of her bottom lip as a small moan escaped her. Erin peered over her shoulder, giving me a wicked smile before dipping her head and planting a kiss on bare skin—drawing another breathy moan from the masseuse. It joined the chorus of Charity’s low, drawn-out cries.

With her head in my lap, Charity nuzzled my abdomen, her lips puckering to plant absentminded kisses around my belly button as she focused on the steady rhythm of Rose’s tongue. I glanced down at the dancer and caught her watching Erin seduce Shea. When she saw me staring back, I caught the promise in her eyes.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Erin ran one hand through the back of Shea’s hair, kissed her ear, and whispered dirty things I couldn’t quite hear. Then she gently urged her forward, guiding Shea’s mouth toward my rock-hard cock.

I watched closely as Shea’s lip slipped free from her teeth and parted, just in time to press against the mushroom tip of my cock.

It had only been a few minutes since it slid from the warmth of Charity’s depths, but it was enough for the skin to grow uncomfortably cool. Shea’s hot breath made my blood surge.

I placed a hand on the back of Erin’s, and together we guided Shea as she slipped her lips over the tip—slowly descending down the length of my cock.

“Aww fuck…” I groaned, eyes sliding shut as I focused on the heat and slickness of her tongue gliding across the sensitive head.

“That’s it,” I said. “Taste it. Taste Charity all over me.”

I looked down to see Charity staring up at me, breath hitching as Rose continued her work.

I placed my hand gently on Charity’s throat, fingers curling loosely around her swan-like neck and stroking up and down. I gave it a soft experimental squeeze, and Charity raised her chin, offering more of herself. Another whimper escaped her lips.

She reached down and pressed a hand to the back of Rose’s head, her fingers tangling through the dancer’s jet-black hair. Holding her like this—controlling her—was clearly getting her off.

My grip slid up her neck to the base of her jaw. I turned her head slightly, angling it so she could watch Shea suck my cock from mere inches away.

“Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s cleaning you off of me. She’s swallowing you.”

I let go of her jaw, but Charity didn’t look away. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Shea’s generous lips as they glided up and down my shaft.

I trailed my fingers down the center of her chest, tracing between her breasts, then circling beneath and dragging upward along her hypersensitive skin. I closed my hand around one breast—small, soft, but responsive—grasping her brown nipple, about half the size of my pinky. It was stiff, tough, and perfect as I caught it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly.

“Ah… god…” Charity’s back arched. Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled more firmly on Rose’s head. Her legs crossed over each other and rested on the dancer’s back, her knees bending as if to bury more of Rose’s face inside her.

Erin slid around behind Shea, kissed my thigh with searing heat, and then leaned forward to press her lips to Charity’s. The young woman’s moans were swallowed into the kiss as they met for the first time. At the same time, Erin closed one hand over Charity’s other breast, mirroring my touch.

My hips began moving on their own, rolling up into Shea’s mouth as she found a rhythm. Her fingers curled around my balls and massaged them with the same practiced finesse she brought to every part of her work.

All that pleasure… all that sensation… I took it out on Charity. Her nipple suffered beneath my fingers, her breast caught in my palm as I squeezed—already feeling my climax rising.

I happened to glance up—and saw Tara and Helen on the other couch, watching.

Tara looked nervous. Eyes wide as saucers, unblinking. For a woman so flirtatious and free-spirited, something about this had melted all that confidence into something raw and vulnerable.

Was it the sheer intensity of so many naked bodies, the full spectacle of real, live sex happening just feet away?

She’d experienced it once before… but that had been in Amsterdam, with a bit of help from their local herbal persuasion. This time, she had nothing to dull her nerves. She didn’t even look drunk.

Maybe she was just scared of my dick.

Or maybe… it was Helen’s hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lightly across smooth, bronzed skin.

My gaze drifted to Helen. She simply sat there watching with smoldering interest, her attention seeming to bypass Tara entirely—even as her fingers idly wandered over the personal trainer’s thigh. Even seated on a couch in a game room… collared… wearing nothing but a crimson, barely-there bikini… she was old-world elegance personified.

Fuck… if Helen and Erin were both conspiring to break Tara, the Aussie beauty didn’t stand a chance.

Before I could spend another moment wondering what those two had planned for my personal trainer, Shea’s oral skills yanked my focus back where it belonged. God, I was close. Her dark eyes stayed locked on me, watching as I clenched and unclenched my jaw.

Shea—the tiny, submissive servant. She was the quiet one. The one you didn’t even realize was there until she was already making you scream. Her energy could soothe with a single breath and make you groan with the next. She knew how to look up at me… how to smile around my cock in a way that set my blood on fire. And the way her gaze flicked over to Erin and Charity as they sucked on each other’s tongues—so close to where she was pleasuring me—I could see the envy. She wanted to share in that kiss… wanted to taste what they were tasting. Yet there was triumph in her eyes, too.

I was hers for now. Me. The man who owned the world. Who was going to war with modern-day gods. Right now, I was at the mercy of her mouth, and my pleasure was hers to command.

Moans and whimpers from beside me competed with the heat of Shea’s tongue, and I looked up to find Erin and Charity fully entangled—tongues dancing, lips swollen, their kiss so deep it looked like Erin was trying to pull Charity’s soul out through her mouth. Erin’s hands roamed everywhere—kneading Charity’s breasts, gliding along her throat, skimming down her waist. Her nails dragged pale lines across Charity’s creamy skin… white trails that vanished seconds later. She’d tied her hair up into one of those messy buns she wore so often, giving me an unobstructed view of the full, devastating beauty of two women kissing without shame.

The feel of Shea’s tongue curling under the head of my cock… the sight of those two wrapped around each other…

It was too much.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I growled, fingers forming a fist in Shea’s dark hair as I pulled her down, burying half my length down her throat. Her grip on my knees tightened, and I heard her gag slightly as her throat constricted around me. A hot pulse jetted down her throat… and then another.

She backed off, slowly sliding her lips up my shaft, holding the head between her lips as I kept spurting. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she held the load in her mouth, her tongue working slow, maddening circles on the ultra-sensitive underside just beneath the crown.

That must’ve been the final push for Charity—her body locked up a moment later as her orgasm crashed over her.

Erin pulled back, letting Charity’s cries fill the room. Her hips bucked wildly against Rose’s mouth, thighs squeezing around the dancer’s head.

Rose didn’t flinch. If anything, her nails dug into Charity’s hips, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working desperately to scoop out every trace of the seed still buried inside. Charity’s chest heaved with sob-like breaths, her mouth hanging slack, eyes glazed as she stared up at me.

Before I could process what was happening, Shea crawled up and kissed Charity—just as deep, just as hungry as the kiss from Erin. I watched, transfixed, as creamy rivulets of cum slid from their joined lips down Charity’s chin and cheeks. Shea was feeding her my cum, and judging by the way Charity kissed her back, she was more than happy to accept the offering.

Rose, her own task complete, began climbing up Charity’s body—pressing slow, reverent kisses into the young woman’s flushed, trembling skin. She paused to feast on Charity’s tits, then continued up, mouth aiming for the tangle of lips above.

Shea had left my cock just a bit too soon, and droplets of cum had started spilling down the shaft, and Erin had noticed. She dipped her head to lap up the remaining mess, then grabbed Rose by the hair and pulled her up off Charity’s breast—crashing her lips to the dancer’s mouth.

I watched them share the taste—Erin licking Charity from Rose’s lips, while Rose savored the residue of my cum from Erin’s tongue as if it were made of sugar.

Shea, meanwhile, had begun licking gently across Charity’s mouth, catching the last stray drops. Then she hovered again, dribbling the mix of cum and spit from her lips into the younger woman’s waiting mouth.

I dropped my head against the back of the couch—spent.

Make no mistake… I was spent. My cock wasn’t. It was still rock hard and ready to go, the drugs pumping through my system and proving their effectiveness.

My eyes slid open to see Helen sitting on the couch opposite the coffee table. The mug of tea she’d been sipping from now sat untouched on the table between us. She still wore her bikini, but she’d raised her left leg and planted it on the edge of the cushion. Her right hand still danced over Tara’s thigh, but her left now draped between her spread legs, her fingers lazily drifting back and forth over the fabric covering her mound.

Tara was openly staring at what Helen was doing—the poor girl.

And yet, despite Helen’s casual seduction and the two pairs of women tangled in each other nearby, my attention was drawn to someone else.

Jessica.

Still in her maid’s outfit, she had just entered the room, cautiously moving along the wall near the door while pushing a small cart with covered dishes. Her eyes swept over the room, wide and overwhelmed. The debauchery unfolding around her must’ve hit her like a punch—she looked stunned, her gaze meeting mine with a cocktail of emotions: hurt, arousal, confusion… and maybe half a dozen more I couldn’t name.

Helen, seated with her back to the door, hadn’t noticed my ex-girlfriend’s arrival. Her eyes were still fixed on me—and the four women wrapped around me—with smoldering interest.

“If I’d known you were going to keep all the girls to yourself,” Helen said, voice honey-smooth, “I would’ve brought Bobbi to keep me company.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked as I idly ran my fingers along one of Charity’s tits.

“She’s still learning a lesson.”

“What’d you do?” I asked, glancing around at the tangled mess of heat and lips around me. Charity had her arms wrapped tight around Shea’s neck, devouring the woman as they shared a slow, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Erin moaned into Rose’s mouth as she started to rise, Rose following, keeping their lips locked as she rose to her knees on the couch.

“You told her not to turn the vibrator off,” Helen said, fingers never ceasing their motion. “I made sure she couldn’t.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that brief trip to the dungeon with Natalie, Bobbi, and Helen, but it had to have been hours. Helen had left that machine on between Bobbi’s legs this entire time?

“Since she’s occupied…” Helen sighed. “I was hoping someone else could help me out.”

Tara licked her lips but didn’t speak.

Erin tore her mouth from Rose’s and looked over her shoulder toward Helen, smirking. She licked juices from her lips as she eyed the woman she’d shared countless hours—and more—with.

“I hear someone playing my song,” Erin purred.

She gave Rose one more lingering kiss before turning to stride over to Helen. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she rounded the coffee table.

Helen offered Rose an apologetic smile. “Sorry to take away your playmate.”

Rose broke into a grin. “’S’okay. It’s time I had a turn, riding that beautiful cock anyway.”

She swung one long, dark leg off the couch, then the other, rising to her full, regal height. Her eyes drifted to Jessica.

“Hey! Jessica, was it?”

Jessica, who had finished placing the cart against the wall and had turned to inch toward the door, froze. Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

“Could you come here?” Rose asked, voice soft but unmistakable—it had sounded like a request, but it wasn’t.

Jessica stood frozen, glancing between me and Rose, completely unsure. I gave her nothing—no nod, no signal. I wouldn’t make her stay if she wanted to leave… but I wasn’t going to say that either. It was her choice.

Meanwhile, Erin stopped in front of Helen and Tara, cocking her hip to one side. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eye that said one thing loud and clear:

You’re not going to want to miss this.

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Claire , cleaning her daughter Amy’s room finds Amy’s dildo- finally. She unwraps it, she licks it and she uses it

PART ONE

Clare discovered the dildo when she was tidying Amy’s room; it was under her mattress in a plastic bag. She tried to be horrified but of course she wasn’t; she had spent quite some time searching, or ‘prying’ might be a better word, before she found it and for some minutes she sat on her daughter’s bed feeling guilty at what she had just done with the unwrapped offending item in her hands- then she licked it.

She could taste pussy juice on it; Amy’s pussy juice she assumed and now she put it in her mouth and sucked. Kneeling on the bed she yanked her panties down to her knees then leaned forward so she could fuck herself doggy style with her daughter’s dildo. It was big and she thought of Amy, in her room stuffing it up her pussy. The vision got her even wetter and she fingered herself before pulling the dildo from her mouth and sliding it in to her vagina. It went in so deep and she felt so full but after a half dozen strokes she was twisting it, angling it this way and that in an attempt to satisfy the craving she felt.

The dress she wore was pulled up to her waist with her butt bare but it was annoying now and she used her spare hand to pull it all the way over her head then reached back to undo the clasp on her bra and let it slide down her arms leaving her nude.

She knelt with her forehead on the bed, her ass up in the air, the dildo alone deep in her pussy and fantasized the situation of Amy coming home and discovering her like this.Before she could move she had the first orgasm. She took hold of the dildo and pounded herself achieving one orgasm after another and leaving the duvet cover more than a little damp.

Now, though, she lay on her tummy and let the delicious thoughts of Amy finding her run through her mind. Not that she would, of course, mothers don’t do that. All the same it was nice to dream sometimes…

She snapped out of her reverie and stripped the wet cover off the inner taking it to the laundry. A new cover from the hot water cupboard on the inner and she worked out her excuse- top came off her drink bottle. Then she realized- the dildo. It had had Amy’s juices on it when she found it but now it had hers- lots of hers. She put it in her mouth and savored her juices as she sucked it clean. Too clean perhaps so she wiped it against her pussy to get some more juice on it then put it back in the plastic bag and slipped it back where she remembered finding it.

Still horny as fuck she stayed naked while she finished the housework. She considered staying nude for when Amy got home from school but it was an idle fancy and she chickened out putting a tee shirt and shorts on then going to the kitchen to get afternoon tea ready for Amy and which ever friend she brought home.

Amy arrived home from school with her usual friend Melissa, and, after bursting in to the kitchen through the back door, demanded to know what there was to eat cause she and Melissa were starving. Clare allowed herself a little smile as she thought of what she’d like them to eat then pulled the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.

“Oh hi Melissa, hello darling,” she said sweetly to her daughter, ‘. Let me see, I thought you might have company Hon so I’ve got a fruit smoothie each in the refrigerator plus I’ve done a tray of blueberry muffins, these chock chip cookies and there’s actual real fruit as well if you’re that hungry.”

“Sit at the table guys and I’ll bring it all over.”

They sat in stunned silence; was this perfect mom the depressing shrew of a mother they were both used to? In the kitchen Clare pottered away frantically trying to eavesdrop. They talked quietly though; giving nothing, nothing of interest, away so Clare excused herself and went down to her bedroom just to have a rest on her bed for ten minutes or so.

It was no use; she was still too darned horny and as she lay on her side her fingers slid under the waist band down to her cunt and she rolled onto her back with her legs flopped open as she frigged herself imagining what the girls would be getting up to behind Amy’s door.

They were in there now, she had heard the door shut and she tried to imagine what Melissa’s looked like. They all seemed to shave these days; Amy sure did and the few times she had seen it Claire had just wanted to dive into it and lick her dry. So with the fantasies to fuel her imagination she frigged herself under her shorts and came. In fact this time she gushed.

“Bugger,” she thought pulling the satin shorts off along with the tee shirt which was also a bit wet. Naked again she opened her door slightly to check. Good; Amy’s door was shut. Claire could have got something out of her drawer or wardrobe but this was more exciting; she would walk naked past Amy’s room down and along to the kitchen- the laundry area was off that.

She could feel the goose bumps on her skin as she eased out from the safety of her room and stood naked in the hallway. Amy’s door was still closed but as she reached it she could hear them talking excitedly.

“Well what else explains it?” She heard. “This is your Mom’s dress, see…here. Smell that…that’s pussy, your mom’s pussy juice on her dress and this duvet cover is new on since this morning you said…”

“She found it, bet she did.”

Transfixed Claire stood naked outside the door – she had forgotten about her dress! Meanwhile the girls continued with their detective work.

“She put it the other way round!” she heard Amy say and the sharp intake of breath from Melissa in reply.

“It’s wet, lick it. Go on; I dare you to.”

There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

“Go on, I dare you, lick the dildo. Oh come on Amy! You lick it after you’ve used it on me!”

Another pause then she heard the sound of someone, Amy she hoped, sucking noisily on something- presumably the Dildo while Melisa gasped and said a long and fascinated sounding.

“Oh my God.”

Then she heard “yum’ followed by a silence then more noisy sucking sounds and Melissa’s voice saying “oooh yummy. Your Mom tastes nice.”

“Yeah, I wonder if we could sneak up and watch her, you know doing it.”

There was a gasp then the giggles and suddenly Clare saw the door knob turn. She had to go, there was only one way and that was towards the kitchen as the way back to her room was visible from Amy’s doorway. As she hurried, treading as quietly as she could, she realized she had left her bedroom door open. By now she felt safe, in the kitchen and she went through into the enclave that was the laundry to put her dirty clothes in the bucket to soak.

“Mom,” she heard Amy call.

They were at her bedroom door then she heard the foot steps coming down the hallway towards her and she had no where to hide and then they were there and they were wearing clothes and she wasn’t.

Both of them were grinning and Amy was holding the dildo.

Clare blushed; she had been caught dead to rights and felt utterly humiliated. It was nothing like the huge rush she had fantasized; instead she felt embarrassed and dirty. Imagine being discovered like this by her daughter and her friend. There was nothing sexual about this, that was for sure, just unbearable humiliation.

She did her best to cover herself and had her face down too so she wouldn’t have to look them in the eye. Feeling so ridiculous; all she wanted now was to get some clothes on and at least look respectable again but that didn’t seem likely to happen-. they had reached out, both of them, to pull her hands away and now she faced them totally exposed.

And she looked so miserable. Suddenly Amy felt protective. It was her mom there. Yes her Mom looking utterly ridiculous for sure but it was still her mom and she looked so sad and Amy realized with a start that she didn’t want that. She hated seeing Mom like that; feeling so stupid and now she wanted to shut the world out so it could be just them.

She put the stupid dildo on the bench and moved quickly to her, wrapping her arms round her silly naked mother to squeeze her as hard as she could.

“It’s OK,” she whispered and the sad little figure she was hugging shook then burst into tears.

Melissa silently made her farewells; getting her bag and pulling the back door to after backing out with a final wave for them both.

And then they were on their own.

Claire, who was still wanting to get dressed, wondered how long Amy wanted to cuddle her. Not that there was any reason why she should after she had found out her mother was snooping on her and doing disgusting things to herself to say nothing of wandering around the house stark naked. Like what normal mother would do that?

Amy had been caressing her, stroking her hair and across her shoulders as she cuddled her and that had been nice but now the hand was caressing further and Claire knew she shouldn’t encourage it; but it was nice and despite her misgivings she raised her arms to clasp her hands behind Amy’s neck while Amy continued to use her left hand to caress her body.

It has strayed down to Claire’s butt and Amy seemed to like having her hand there. Claire tensed then relaxed; she liked it there too.

“I love you.”

Claire had been relaxed in Amy’s hug when the words hit her- right out of the blue “I love you.”

She felt the tears coming back and blinked hard to stop them. Even so she couldn’t speak managing just a nod and a teary little smile.

“It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

“Oh God yes!” Claire wanted to shout but she wasn’t up to doing that so she looked up into her daughter’s eyes made another little smile and nodded.

Amy kissed her- on the lips. Not a great big French kiss. No, but it was still a kiss that meant something. Then she pressed her cheek against Claire’s and whispered in her ear.

“I’m glad Melissa’s gone- so we can be alone.”

Her voice was husky, breathy and the hand cupping Claire’s butt cheek squeezed- hard..

“Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

The hand moved around and over Claire’s hip then across and settled over her shaven pussy.

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

“I want a real kiss now,” Amy kissed the tip of her mom’s nose with that then parted her lips and waited. Claire’s lips came forward and latched on to her daughter’s. Now she showed the passion she felt for Amy as she kissed her.

“This is so wrong,” she managed before going back into her kiss.

“Yeah; dreadful.”

“I don’t want to lead you astray.”

“Lead me what? Catch up is more like it.”

They both grinned at that and Amy led Claire to the master bedroom getting her to lie on the bed and watch as she stripped off.

“Where are they?” she asked; looking around innocently.

“As if you didn’t know Miss,” Claire retorted and they both laughed as Amy went to the second drawer down and pulled out a bag full of sex toys.

“Did Dad ever use these?”

“No honey. Sex for your father was him telling me he wanted it, not ‘me’ always ‘it’.”

She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

‘Then I got to blow him and usually his cock stunk of dried urine- theirs can smell too you know.”

She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

‘Then when he said he was ready I got into position to get fucked and he always came inside me then while I went to the bathroom he moved back to his side to avoid the wet patch and went to sleep; I had to put a towel or something over it and try to sleep round it.”

Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

“Wow! Lucky Trudy,” she commented- in reference to her dad’s current girlfriend- at last and for that she got a huge hug from her mother.

“Silly Bitch.”

She grinned as she heard what Claire has muttered then grabbed her above the knees to pull her down; helpless with her legs wide open.

There it was, bald, wet and open- her mom’s pussy. She had dreamed of doing what she was about to do. So often she had wanted to get another sight of it and whenever she had- oh it was so perfect.

“You know I’ve always fancied you, huh?”

She did; for all the spats and points scoring in their relationship since Charles and walked out to “find himself” she had known that Amy had, well, feelings, for her and she had had them too for Amy. So she smiled up at her, nodded and whispered,

“Yeah.”

She moved her legs wider longing to feel Amy’s wet tongue in her cunt. Amy, who was so looking forward to this too, lowered her head as slowly as she could wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. She kissed it first then licked, long slow strokes. Claire pulled on the sides to present all her wet pink pussy for Amy while Amy used one hand to push a finger into her Mom’s butt hole and played with her nipples with the other.

It didn’t take long and Claire did gasp but she squirted so soon after that Amy didn’t have a chance and got drenched. She wiped her face with her hand then sucked her fingers clean.

“My God! I have never in my life seen someone do that- no wonder there was a wet patch on the bed.”

Claire grinned back at her.

‘No, no I never did that with your father Hon. Today’s the first day I ever gushed like that- since I found your dildo and had a fantasy about you using it.”

“Oh slow down mother dear, you’ll have me blushing.”

“Well it’s true. Oh God I can barely move and I want to do you.”

Amy wanted her to do her too. She craved her mother’s tongue in her pussy but she could see that she was exhausted; the whole thing had left her spent and right now what she needed to do was rest.

“Come on, I can wait for a bit, lets get you showered and I’ll pop you in my bed while I strip this one and sponge down certain marks huh?”

They pulled silly faces at each other but Claire was getting more tired by the minute. Amy got her to the bathroom and sat her on the loo while she got the shower right then helped her in and stood under the spray with her as she cleaned her up. Once she had her dried and powdered .she helped her down to her bed and popped her between the sheets.

By the time she had reached the door her mother was asleep. She turned off the light and walked purposefully back to her Mom’s room. It was amazing; she had so much energy and she knew exactly what to do. First; strip the bed, second take all the dirty stuff to the laundry, third sponge the mattress where it had been gushed on ( she smiled as she remembered being hit by the blast), lastly, leave it to dry.

It was nice wandering around naked she decided, smiling at the though that her Mom had been right about that too, and her wandering took her to the kitchen. It wasn’t late, only dinner time really, maybe a bit past that but so much had happened that day.

She had taken charge: that was one thing. It had been so easy too- and it wasn’t frightening either which was a huge surprise. And now she was in her mother’s kitchen having to decide what to make for dinner. What a bitch she had been over dinners! She had gone out of her way to be impossible. Why? To punish her mother for losing a man who walked out on her?

God she was stupid; why hadn’t she supported her instead of acting like that?

Subdued now she decided on a ham and tomato omelet – with lots of salt for her dinner.. It was nice and she felt pleased with herself for making it so well but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t settle and she knew why.

There was one place she wanted to be; cuddled up next to her Mom. She opened the door slowly and peeked in. Her mom was still fast asleep and Amy listened fascinated as she heard little snoring sounds from time to time and saw how limp her body was. Having her pussy licked would have been nice but right then this was even nicer and she slipped in to cuddle up against her mom’s back.It wasn’t going to be just about her any more and with that noble thought in mind she closed her eyes and drifted off too.

When she awoke next morning she found Claire was already awake and had rolled over to be facing her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Claire told her brushing the hair out of Amy’s eyes.

They smiled then leaned forward and kissed. After that they cuddled.

“Stay home today Hon, I’ll ring the School.”

“Yeah.”

She wanted to say that they needed to talk; that things had changed but didn’t know exactly what to say and said nothing.

‘You and me huh,” Claire said her words back to her.

Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

“We’re equals now Hon, we’ll make the decisions together huh but honestly I love being with you and all that but Melissa is your main squeeze really. Oh shush, no, you’re not being disloyal to me but you have to work at a relationship to keep it going. Text her and make plans for after school.”

Um, oh? Well, Ok then and a subdued Amy sent a half hearted text to her friend then put the phone on the bedside table while she waited for the reply.

“I think from now till four should be just enough time to lick you out,” Claire remarked casually as she studied her nails with rather more interest than they deserved.

“You can be just plain wicked, I hope you know that,” Amy declared getting an evil grin back for her trouble.

She did lick her out after breakfast and showers- more than once too getting a turn on her back as well. They were both naked when Melissa turned up and after the chocolate chip cookies that Melissa texted she was hanging out for they made a daisy chain on the lounge floor until Claire excused herself and slipped away to do something.

There was a girl at College she had had feeling for- Meredith Connelly. She’d have a different name for sure but sometimes women keep their names these days. Not holding out much hope she went on face book and typed in Meredith Connelly (please don’t do that by the way) and there she was; fifth one she checked and she looked just the same- well a bit older and more sophisticated.

The memories flooded back; Meredith and her in bed together on a rainy Sunday afternoon, Meredith and her crammed into the tiny shower box and the two of them gazing into each others eyes over their coffees in that little café they used to love.

What to write? She finally settled on something and pressed send.

“Better get dressed really,” she decided trying not to look back at her screen again. It was over; what had happened had happened years ago; people move on; find new things to do, form new relationships.

She had decided on the thong by the time the phone rang. Picking it up straight away she answered “hello, Claire here.”

“Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

“Oh My God! You rang! I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

“You? No I heard you’d got married and I didn’t want to intrude- but how’s things”

And Claire told her about the break up and how things were tight now between herself and Amy while Meredith explained her situation and Claire found that she was lying on her back with one hand holding the phone and the other working her pussy as she listened to Meredith.

They would meet at her place that Friday night and stay over till Sunday afternoon- late Sunday afternoon. They would all go, Melissa too. It had sounded good; Meredith still had feelings for her and she knew she still adored her.

Why had she gone and married Charles then? What a stupid move that had been. Then she pulled herself up with a jolt; if she hadn’t married Charles she wouldn’t have had Amy and not having her was unimaginable. It was a funny old thing life, she decided then looked at herself in the mirror and smiled- hers was getting a whole lot better.

Part Two

Melissa’s heart had been in her mouth when she had gathered her things and let herself out that afternoon, so sure that Amy’s affections would all now be for her mother. She had seen the way Amy had looked at her mom and knew that she made three and right then it was a crowd. She had walked home with her cell phone in her hand; just on the off chance, so she didn’t miss a call but there wasn’t one.

Her mother knew something was up but managed not to ask. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Melissa went to her friend Amy’s place after school because they were romantically involved. That was a nicer way of putting it, she had thought, than any of the others which she felt were just a little distasteful. But Melissa was upset; she hardly touched her dinner and after helping in the kitchen, where she had looked very pale, she excused herself and went up to her room.

Ten minutes later her mom, Cynthia, had crept along to Melissa’s door thinking she might need some company. She stopped when she heard the sobbing, lingered for a few moments then tactfully withdrew; Melissa would tell her when she was ready and she went back to the kitchen, got the silver out and polished it furiously to keep her mind occupied.

Melissa spent a miserable night tossing and turning but by morning she still hadn’t had a call or even a message- and how hard would that have been? And then she felt guilty for she knew exactly how ‘easy’ it would have been. Her Mom asked her if she would like to stay home but she had decided she would go school, after all there was a rumor going round about Amy and her and if Amy was off, if she was, and she was off too, well that would make things even worse. Wouldn’t it?

She didn’t mind the rumor but she knew some of them would turn their noses up at them because they were yucky lesbians and “it wasn’t normal, well it wasn’t, was it?”

The text came through in first period when her phone was on silent and she didn’t have a chance to look at it until morning recess. She read the message then sat with the mobile clutched to her heart and her other hand over her eyes so they wouldn’t see the tears; Amy still wanted her.

She sent her reply and suddenly she was her usual bubbly self again- to everyone’s immense relief. The day dragged, as they do when you’d much rather be somewhere else, but finally it ended and she was able to walk as nonchalantly as she could to Amy’s place.

‘Strip off in the kitchen Hon,” she heard Clare call out to her and thought how confident she sounded now. As she stripped Claire came out, naked and looking perfectly relaxed in her skin. She helped Melissa get her last few things off then gave her a naked hug.

‘Amy and I did some baking for you darling,” Claire told her implying it was mainly a labor of love by Amy with herself in the background helping here and there as needed. Melissa’s face had lit up when she heard that Amy had done these for her and she had a big smile on her face when her darling came in to join them.

They sat down to a nude afternoon tea all chattering away happily with all knowing that this time three wasn’t a crowd at all. After the dishes were rinsed off they had trooped into the lounge, lain on the floor and formed a daisy chain. Amy arranged it and she had her mouth at Claire’s pussy, Melissa’s mouth was at Amy’s and Claire’s mouth was at Melissa’s.

To her surprise Melissa discovered that Claire was a fantastic pussy licker and after a little resistance due to not having The tongue in her box Melissa relaxed to let her legs flop open and have Claire’s tongue explore her down there. She in turn licked Amy out and could tell by the movements Claire was making that Amy was doing a great job on her.

They all came; once they had their first the orgasms they just came, sometimes all at once while other times one would have one then after a pause the next one would too and so on. A half hour into it Claire had told them there was someone she had to ring, it was probably nothing but she just felt she should call her- she wouldn’t be long.

She rang Meredith of course and after agreeing arrangement with her darling had gone back in to tell the girls. They, meantime, had overcome their sense of loss, and Melissa lay on her back with Amy nose down in her pussy while shoving three, or was it four, fingers up Melissa’s vagina. Discretely Claire waited until Melissa jerked, went rigid, then relaxed.

“We’re going to stay with an old college friend of mine- all of us,” she eyeballed Melissa to let her know the decision had been made and she had no choice in the matter- she was coming. Then she told them all about it.

They loved hearing about Meredith calling Amy’s Mom “Carpet Muncher”; it was a term they hadn’t heard before and it had them in fits-Carpet Muncher? Go figure. They also loved hearing about this college romance Claire had kept secret all these years and couldn’t wait to meet this Meredith lady who still held the key to Claire’s heart after all these long years.

“Long” was painfully drawn out getting a face pulled by Claire and two grins in response from the girls.

Amy was so happy she could feel the tears forming but she blinked them back not realizing the other two were feeling just the same then got drawn into a group hug with two emotional females and as if the condition was contagious found herself with tears running down her face just like them. She saw Melissa to the door after the usual post lovemaking shower.

Melissa walked down the path a whole lot happier than the previous day; she was going to tell her Mom. She was; both of them said she should and she knew in her heart of hearts that she should too. What did she say? She had no idea but figured one word would pretty much follow another and she’d manage somehow.

Cynthia, her mom had insisted she call her by her first name, wasn’t angry at all- she had guessed! Not only that she had insisted she was delighted for her and thrilled at the coming trip to see Claire’s old lover. She truly didn’t mind but she saw Melissa slipping away from her and though she and Melissa never really had ”those sorts of feelings” for each other it was nice to be the one your daughter came to confide in when it really, really mattered.

So she had left Melissa to it managing to be bubbly until she got out of the room then let that horrible empty feeling hit her and had lain on her bed with that awful sense that you don’t actually matter to anyone.

As it happened Melissa had come in later and they had a cuddle. Melissa had told her she was still her Mom and Amy’s mom was great as a lover but she still only had one mom and hadn’t she told her about her sex life so it wasn’t as if she was being left out or anything was it?

And to her surprise her mom had pulled her over her lap, lifted her skirt up, yanked her thong down and alternately spanked her bottom and rubbed it affectionately telling her that her mother was a much darker horse than her beloved daughter perhaps realized.

They ended up making love with the guilty feeling of disloyalty Melissa felt being partially offset by the knowledge that she was doing what Amy had done the night before and was probably doing right then too. Her mom was an astonishing kisser Melissa had found and though she felt she was pretty good herself she found herself barely able to keep up. After being kissed she found herself on her back with her legs pushed right over and her mother’s tongue in her vagina. After she had come her mother smacked her ass triumphantly, announced, “still got it!’” and leaned down to kiss her again and give her a taste of herself.

Amy and Melissa walked to school together the next morning both with very satisfied looks on their faces. They told, they had agreed no secrets ever, but it didn’t matter because your own mother didn’t count. Well that was what Amy had announced and Melissa had been happy to go along with it glad that unreasonable jealousies weren’t surfacing- as they had with her the night before.

After school on Friday the girls got home, put their bags inside, and with their cases for the trip already in the car they were off. It was a four hour drive to Meredith’s place and after an hour Amy was asleep, followed thirty minutes later by Melissa so Claire pulled up with two sleeping girls in the back. She had rung ahead when she was ten minutes away and Meredith was waiting in front of the garage door. As the car swung round to go towards her she had dropped her robe and stood naked in the light of the head lamps.

“Exhibitionist slut!” Claire scoffed, a huge smile on her face.

“For you, always,” Meredith answered sweetly and kissed her old girl friend with Mrs Clapshaw peering at them between her blinds from across the road.

(She had always known there was something not right about that Ms Connelly woman and closed the drapes so no one would think she was a busy body. No, she had just been watching out for a neighbor when she saw the car lights go up the woman’s drive; it was no business to her what the two woman got up to into in the privacy of Ms Connelly’s bedroom- nor was it any of her concern if the Good Lord struck them down in their wickedness but it was a pleasant thought for her and it made a change from thinking how rarely her daughters visited. But then that was how it was these days; children just have no gratitude at all.)

Lightning didn’t strike anyone at Meredith’s place down that night. They woke the girls and got the bags inside. It was a bit chilly, it certainly was on the drive with your robe lying on the concrete, and Meredith’s guests were relieved to see a fire going in the lounge. Without being told too the girls stripped off then stood side by side waiting to be told how pretty they were and what simply perfect bodies they each had.

‘Meredith did it as a boxing commentator at the start of the fight.

“In the blue corner weighing in at six hundred , sorry typing error there, at one sixteen pounds- with tits to die for, an ass to kill for and legs that ..”

“Yes?” Amy inquired, sounding just a little green eyed.

‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

It was in fun but it wasn’t; like all girls these two were desperate to be thought of as beautiful and both the older ones knew that. Amy got just as glowing an appraisal and beamed just as brightly after it as Melissa had after hers.

Meredith had supper all ready and spread a rug on the carpet so they could have it sprawled in front of the warm fire and not have to worry about spilling things on the carpet. The girls tucked right in having brought their immense teenager appetites with them and enjoyed the mulled wine Meredith insisted they were quite old enough to enjoy at their age.

Claire said nothing but looked across at her friend a few times as if to say she could not believe how devious she was being. Meredith just looked innocently away only breaking in to a “guilty as charged” grin when Amy joined Melissa in being absolutely dead to the world. They covered them with a blanket, lifted their heads up to slip pillows under and sneaked away to go upstairs.

Meredith closed the door after them and moved to Claire. Claire put her hand up.

“Shit damn bugger and blast,” she fumed sitting dejectedly on the bed.

“What?”

“I didn’t give Melissa a chance to ring her Mom, she’ll be expecting a call.”

“Shit! Yeah, what an idiot I am, look ring her and she can speak to me and …oh we’ll get Melissa to ring her in the morning.”

And so they did and Cynthia who had been waiting all evening and most of the night was thrilled to hear from them and learn her girl was happy and right now was fast asleep in the lounge but if she and Amy woke in the night they had a bed ready for them and they could get Melissa to ring. She told them not to, if the girls woke the best place for them was in bed and she was a big girl; she could wait until morning.

They all said their good byes and hung up.

“She’s a sweet heart,” Meredith remarked and Claire nodded.

Now though it was time to lie in the cuddle they had both been screaming for from the moment Meredith had made the call.

Was there anyone else? No there wasn’t. Was the magic still there? They both knew by how excited hearing the others’ voice made them that it was. So; where to from here?

That, Claire had figured on the drive over was where the problem might lie; they both owned their own homes and Melissa and Amy were such an item it would be unbearably cruel to break them up which coming to live with Meredith would mean and yet it wasn’t fair on Meredith, it was all so complicated really.

She spelled it all out for Meredith expecting her to nod in agreement but she didn’t.

“You really are dense sometimes Muncher,” she told her and ruffled her hair for her.

“This is a house, that’s all; I don’t love it, I don’t worry about it, whether It’s happy or sad, or if I’ve done something to hurt its feelings- it’s a house.”

Claire looked at her and waited.

“I can sell it.”

“And move in with me in my place?”

“Maybe,” which Claire was aware in Meredith speak meant ‘no’.

Then she sat up and pulled the lap top off the bedside table.

“Have a look at this.”

She showed Claire a few properties which were actually a good deal closer to Melissa’s Mom’s place but also in a better area and bigger. And when Claire had looked at the prices and sighed saying they were outside her budget she asked in a whisper what Claire thought this place was worth then when Claire hadn’t dared even guess she still blew her away with the answer.

They made love after that. It wasn’t rushed or frantic like sometimes in the college days- it was better. They were both attentive lovers but both had to lower their control freak tendencies before they could just blimin well lie there and let the other be in control and get them off. Somehow they managed with Claire enjoying the sensual thrill of being manipulated to orgasm first. She did the same for Meredith but felt her touch still wasn’t as good as her dear friend’s. It was something she would work on.

Meredith thought Claire’s touch was just fine and cuddled up to her after her orgasm wanting to go to sleep. No such luck and she was bundled over to the en suite shower and they had their first shower together in goodness knows how many years (nineteen, although neither wanted to admit it) then , after drying and powdering each other they got back into bed to fall asleep in each others’ arms.

Amy and Melissa were still fast asleep when they went down stairs in the morning so they left them to it and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Neither of the girls was sure what woke them, the coffee or the bacon but wake they did and they brought their healthy appetite with them doing justice to the generous amount of food the two old dears were cooking.

Melissa rang her mom after breakfast to her mom’s immense relief. She had really missed her and while Claire’s call the night before was nice…well it was so good to speak with Melissa- not that she was worried or anything but all the same…

The four of them spent the week end together; they went places and walked along river banks or through beautiful glades mostly oblivious of their surroundings and locked in deep discussions as they shared. Saturday night was the four girl orgy and Sunday morning they lazed around wanting to put the drive back as long as possible.

They left at three being aware they had to get Melissa home by seven or as close to it as they could because Monday was a school day and Melissa needed a good night’s sleep after the week end but mainly because they could see she was missing her mom and felt dreadful that she had forgotten to ring her on the Friday night.

Claire hadn’t said anything about the mulled wine, she didn’t have to; it was obvious Meredith felt terrible about it but that was Meredith and one of the many good reasons why she loved her so much.

The three of them would be living together in their new place soon with Melissa so welcome – and Cynthia too if she wanted. She had a bit of a “Muncher” past herself, Melissa had confided so she wouldn’t be at all surprised if some mature lady didn’t somehow turn up in their lives.

“If she was half as nice as Meredith it would be wonderful,” she confided to them and both of them nodded happily in agreement- it would indeed.

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My fifty-year old, second wife Joanne was rather agitated when I arrived home. “I was talking to my girlfriends in the boutique and trying on some clothes when they introduced me to Janine. She told me she liked my neck, no lines or creases.

“The compliments kept coming. Love your legs. You have a wonderful body, she told me as she watched me trying on clothes. I could see the girls in the shop trying to tell me something. Then a shock.

“I am a lesbian Joanne. I would love to make love to you,” she told me out loud. The girls in the shop all had knowing smiles.

The next day Joanne phoned me at work. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman. It is very tempting for me. I have never had a lesbian experience, though most of my girlfriends have. Would you be comfortable if she was to seduce me?”

“As long as I can watch,” I told her. Joanne is a retired model. Still incredibly attractive. A tall size-12 with wonderful long legs, very good ass, no sagging or dimples and excellent 36C tits. She is a Leo and thrives on compliments. And dressing to impress.

She phoned me back again later. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman and what she wants to do to me. I am going to shave my cunt for you, just as you like it. When you arrive home I want you to tongue fuck me while I close my eyes and fantasise about that woman, Janine.

When I arrived home Joanne greeted me at the door wearing heels and a short silk dressing gown. As soon as the door closed she flashed it open to show me her naked body. “I told you what I want you do it. Now do it, I am so horny.

“So horny, so fucking horny,” she moaned as my tongue pleased her cunt lips.

We enjoy cunnilingus, often. This time there was a whole new dimension to it.

“Why don’t you invite Janine around for a drink one Sunday afternoon? No pressure, let’s see how it plays out,” I asked several times in the following days as we watched lesbian sex clips.

“I told two of my girlfriends about Janine. They have both had lesbian lovers. One of them as late as last week. They both told me I was ripe for a lesbian lover and should take Janine up on her offer.

“Your ripe body at your age is very attractive to both sexes. Sex with a man after a lesbian dalliance has a different perspective they told me. They both want me to keep them posted,” Joanne confided the next day.

“I had lunch with Janine today. She really is very attractive. Taller than me, slim boyish figure, blond, bobbed hair. She was wearing a very short skirt. Her legs looked fabulous every time she crossed them for me,” Joanne told me the next day.

“She asked if I shave or wax. I told her we shave each other every Sunday. She told me she is completely bald down there. She asked lots of questions about you. How often does he fuck you? Doe’s he tongue fuck you? Is he good? Is he well hung?”

“At least four times week, yes he does tongue fuck me, he is good, very good. He is very virile, he has a very good, toned body and a strong sex drive.

“I took great delight in telling her you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” as I watched her reaction.

“She sucked my fingers as she told me she would like to lick me like an ice cream. Very tempting, very, I told her as I warmed to the idea.

“Very tempting honey. Can I.”

“As long as I can watch.”

The intensity of our love making has increased measurably since Joanne met Janine and started telling me about her. “Imagine another woman fucking you with her tongue Joanne,” I whispered one night as I fucked her doggy style.

“I am honey, I am, so fucking good with you watching.”

One night I sat Joanne naked in our sex chair in front of our wall length mirror and stood behind her. “Open your legs and imagine Janine licking her way up your gorgeous thighs while I stand behind you and tease your erect nipples with a fingertip. Then at the very moment her tongue finds your clit, we tongue kiss with just the tips of our tongues.”

“That was wonderful foreplay,” she told me in the afterglow after a long, slow fuck.

“Janine is coming to visit this Sunday,” Joanne told me a week later while we watched another lesbian clip. “My bi-curious side has really kicked in, my libido is sky high. I told her you wanted to watch and masturbate. Fine by me she said.”

Two more sessions of cunnilingus before Sunday. Joanne has taken the bait. I like it.

Lesbian videos every night. “I have watched some of those women fucking men. A lot of them appear to be more comfortable having sex with women. They really are bisexual, I like it. And they are obviously enjoying it, look at the way they kiss each other. And it makes me far more comfortable.

“Remember this one, I would like that,” she told me as we watched two very attractive women kissing. One of the women was wearing an incredibly short skirt. Then the other woman lifted the skirt enough to slide her thong off, before she knelt in front of her, grasped her ass cheeks and commenced licking her cunt lips.

“What should I wear for Janine? What are you going to wear,” she asked on the Sunday, naked in heels just before she was due. “Does my hair look alright?”

“That skimpy black underwear I bought for you,” I reply as I wonder what to wear while I watch my lady havimg sex with a lesbian for the first time in her life. I decide on clothes I would wear to go shopping, jeans and a t-shirt.

Joanne wants me to meet Janine at the door to heighten the tension. Just as Joanne had described, she really is very attractive. Taller than Joanne, slim, boyish, though with feminine figure and blond, short, bobbed hair with a wonderful smile. She is wearing heels, and a skin tight, short backless dress.

Huge tension as we sip coffee to break the ice and make small talk.

“In my early twenties I posed topless for an artist famed for his nudes,” Joanne tells Janine as she hangs on to her every word. “My man loves taking photographs of me naked and blowing them up to A4 size and making albums of them. This album is mostly of my naked ass in various poses. He insists I wear heels when he takes pics of me naked. Always makes my legs look longer and sexier.

“Would you like me to model some of my outfits for you Janine?

“I used to wear this one to the races,” she smiles as she re-appears.

“And this one to cocktail parties. And this one to gallery openings. And this short, backless one to dinner parties. Wonderful feeling with my nipples against the soft, black silk with men and women ogling and fantasizing about my erect nipples.”

After the fourth outfit, Janine is standing close by and watching Joanne changing.

“Would you like to see this outfit without the bra Janine.” Joanne teases as she motions for Janine to remove it. “I can’t find the top I wanted,” she smiles as Joanne and I ogle her wonderful tits.

“I wore this one the first night I seduced my husband. Our second date actually. No bra, just a tiny black thong. Wonderful, exciting sex for both of us. He has the largest cock I have ever had or seen.

“And I used to wear this one with no underwear at all, just a pair of killer heels. Completely naked underneath it in our early dating days. Would you like me try it for you Janine,” she continues teasing as she turns her back and slides her knickers off.

“Do you like my big ass? My man loves it?”

Electric moment full of sexual tension as Joanne turns, with her legs spread to face Janine as she drinks in her naked body. “My man shaved me this morning to his satisfaction. Just a tuft above my sex. No man had ever had any interest in shaving me before him.”

“One more outfit for you, my man loves this one. Do it up for me Janine,” Joanne tells her as she poses with a very sexy, lacy, black garter belt around her waist. “I wish I could find the stockings.”

A strange though exciting feeling watching my wife taking the initiative and seducing a woman who wanted to seduce her.

“Your naked body is magnificent in that garter belt Joanne. I want it now, right now,” Janine whispers, very agitated.

I have seen Joanne kiss other women as friends do. Never kissing like this. They are passionately tongue kissing with just the tips of their tongues. Janine is still dressed as she was when she arrived as she licks, kisses, then sucks my wife’s erect nipples with her hands grasping her ass.

The voyeur in me loves watching. I have an erection.

“Your wife told me you want to watch and masturbate while I have her, fine by me. Men have done it before while they watched me have their wife or partner. An extra buzz for me,” she smiles at me as Joanne and I watch her undress. A tiny black g-string is all she is wearing as she removes her dress.

Her naked, slim, boyish, feminine figure is an extra turn on as I undress with two women watching. “Your wife was correct, you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” Janine smiles as I flaunt and stroke my erection for her.

“Sit on the chair and watch me tongue fuck your wife,” Janine whispered as she laid Joanne on her back on our bed. “Love the mirrors on all the walls and ceiling. I love another person watching me tongue fucking their partner. A hung man masturbating is a bonus.”

Janine slowly licked the insides of my lady’s thighs before she put a pillow under her ass.

“Wow, oh fuck, so good,” my lady moaned as the tip of Janine’s tongue found her clit. I had told, or was it warned, her I wanted to tongue kiss her shortly after Janine commenced licking her. Electric moment as I did, we had never ever kissed like that before.

We kept on tongue kissing as she soaked up Janine’s lesbian love making skills. Janine had her arms wrapped around Joanne’s wonderful thighs as she gave her new levels of sexual pleasure with her tongue, lips and fingers.

I had a full on, rock hard, thick erection as I watched Janine teasing my lady’s wet cunt lips with the tip of her tongue while I licked and sucked her erect nipples.

“Is she good baby? Do you like her fucking you with her tongue?,” I asked.

“I love it, love it, just love it, I want more.”

Joanne had a hand on the back of Janine’s head as she slid a finger into her while licking her.

“I want you to orgasm for me Joanne. Sit on my face, while your man masturbates for both of us.”

“I intend to,” she replied as she reached out and briefly sucked my cock before she sat on her face.

Joanne has watched me masturbate for her countless times. This time with another woman glancing at me as she tongue fucks her, her first ever lesbian experience at fifty has me rock hard.

I had a bottle of oil close by and smeared some over my erection. Masturbating while watching my lady having her first ever lesbian experience was very exciting. Incredibly exciting when Janine reached out and stroked by erection.

All I could say was, “ Harder do it harder, harder,” as Joanne and I orgasmed at the same moment.

“Would you like to meet some of my friends?,” Janine asked before she departed. “I have some gender fluid friends who would enjoy both of you and who you would enjoy.”

“Why not?,” Joanne replied, hooked on her new found sexuality.

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I get to eat a lesbian’s pussy, then fuck her pussy.

54. Is Jenny A Lesbian?

I got stalled on my passage up the east coast of Florida. I had taken a mooring ball in a large, protected harbor. The marina had all the essentials and there were a plethora of bars, restaurants and stores nearby. It’s what we call a “sticky” or “velcro” harbor: hard to tear away from. A couple hundred boats all with boaters living in the same situation tends to build bonds. A certain comradery exists.

In the morning I went ashore to shower. The bath house was a long, rectangular building with doors along the sides housing private bathrooms. Just as I stepped out of my bathroom, a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out of the one next door.

“Oh, hi. Good morning. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sailor.”

“Good morning, Sailor. I’m Jenny. We haven’t met but I’ve heard about you at the Tiki Hut. People speak highly of you.”

“People say I get high! The audacity! Let’s hope my probation officer doesn’t hear!” She looked horrified that I had twisted her words and taken them to the dark side.

“No, no … that’s not….”

I interrupted. “Just kidding, Jenny. Sorry. They only let me out in public on special occasions.”

She wrinkled her forehead and tilted her head. “Special occasions?” You could tell that she hadn’t caught on to my sense of humor yet. “What special occasions? Is today special or something?”

I got a shit eating grin on my face. “Of course today’s a special occasion. It’s the day we’re going out to the reef on my boat.”

“But I’ve never been out to the reef.”

“That’s why it’s a special occasion. Come on. We have all day. I even have some crumbs to feed the fish with. They’re amazing, all different colors, sizes and shapes. You’ll love it.”

Still somewhat baffled, Jenny simply followed along. We dinked to my boat and climbed aboard. It didn’t take long to tie the dinghy for towing and get the instruments and the motor going. I asked her if she would go forward to untie us from the mooring ball.

Jenny was cute. About 5’4″, sandy colored hair just covering her ears, and a roundish face but with a square jaw if that makes any sense. Suffice it to say that she was cute. Her body was stout, her frame solid with few curves. One redeeming feature was her chest. Nearly perfect tits in size and shape. They drew your eye. Overall, she was maybe a 6 out of 10.

I watched her move forward on the deck. She didn’t have a tight teenage body but what she had looked like a good solid fuck. Her walk back to the cockpit allowed me to imagine groping those perfect tits.

Since she had never been to the reef, I explained it to her. About five miles out into the ocean is a long chain of coral reefs going parallel to the shore from the Dry Tortugas up the east coast. A large reef section, “Big Hat”, is just offshore from the harbor.

Once there, the water is 20+ feet deep but so clear you can count arms on a starfish. Blooms of the coral and fish of every color imaginable are visible from the surface. When you throw a handful of potato chip crumbs or crackers into the water, the fish go crazy feeding. Which draws more fish. It’s amazing.

Out at the reef are 8 or 10 mooring balls installed so boats anchors don’t tear up the delicate reef. We hooked onto a ball and began throwing crumbs overboard. The fish swarmed like crazy, boiling the water in their exuberance to feed. Jenny was awestruck. I stood behind her as she leaned over the side to watch the fish. Looking at her ass bent over like that gave me fantasies.

“You know, people swim and dive out here. Wanna go swimming?” I suggested.

“I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Honey, I don’t even own a suit!” That said, I stripped naked and jumped off the back of the boat. “Come on in! The water’s like a bath!” She hesitated, pondering the situation. “If you’re worried about being seen, well, it’s only fish and they don’t care. And me. I assure you that I’ve seen naked women before. No worries, babe. Strip down and join me.”

Whenever I swim off the back of the boat, I always tie a floating square cushion to a line and have it in the water to hang onto. Holding the cushion I encouraged her. “Come on, Jenny! It’s just us and the fish. Noone else is here this early.” She turned around to disrobe and gingerly climbed down the boarding ladder with her back to me. She swished over to the floating pillow.

“This does feel nice. Like a warm bath. And I’m sure the salt water is therapeutic. It just feels healing.”

“Jenny, I’m so happy for this special occasion. Your first time at the reef! And I’m glad that they let me out to enjoy it with you.”

She looked really confused again. “Who is this ‘they’ and why do they keep you locked up or whatever?”

“Jenny, there is no ‘they’. I live alone on my boat. Saying that I’m only let out for special occasions is a contrived way of telling you that I’m different. I’m a vagabond lunatic. I live outside the box. I’m not like other people. When I do ‘go out’, I always end up doing something that nobody forgets.”

She drew a deep breath, pinched her nose and dove under. The water was so clear, I could see her nude body glide down through the water. She kicked her feet and dove down to the coral head. As she was coming up, bubbles were flowing from her nose and mouth. I could clearly see her nicely shaped tits and the dark triangle of pussy hair.

She broke the surface spitting and gasping for air. “Well, I’m certainly not going to forget this special occasion. It’s beautiful!” She swam over to me holding onto the floating cushion.

I was done swimming so I climbed the boarding ladder and got some towels. As she started climbing the ladder I held a towel up to shield her and for her to wrap herself in. Once aboard she sat in the cockpit, the towel wrapped around her. I went below and got some refreshing drinks. We sat and talked.

In all of her stories about her life, her travels, her relationships, her jobs there was never any mention of men. It was always Jenny and her girlfriends or her partner. I started wondering which team she played on. So I pried.

“Have you ever been married?”

“Not yet.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at the moment. I’m between girlfriends.”

Ah … so there’s the rub. She’s a lesbian. Now I had a decision to make. I could play it several different ways. I decided to act as if I was gay thinking that it might make her more at ease being alone with me. She had pretty obviously been on her guard this whole time.

“Well, Jenny, I’m pretty much gay myself. I say ‘pretty much’ because I used to date women years ago. And on rare occasions my partners include females or trans shemales in our trysts. I guess if a female is all that’s available I’m okay with it but I much prefer males. How about you? Are you exclusive?”

Jenny pondered this for a moment. Finally she offered “I wouldn’t say I’m exclusive to women. Like you, I started out dating guys. I just found that women give me so much more sexual satisfaction than guys. I mean, guys just want to stab you with their dick until they cum. That’s it. Most don’t have a clue how to satisfy a woman.”

“Jenny, I told you that I’m not like most people. I’m totally outside the box and I nearly always do something that everybody remembers.” Seeing that her drink needed refilling I suggested that she come below to help pour more.

Down below, she got more talkative, more inquisitive. “So what made you switch from girls to guys?”

“Well, to begin with, I much prefer oral sex to the usual dick-pussy thing. All the girls I used to date raved about how I gave the best head ever. In my social group it became sort of a ‘thing’. Everyone talked about it and teased me.

“Then one time in college I was renting an apartment with 3 others, 2 guys and a girl. We all got really drunk one night and the girl challenged me. She wanted to know how long it would take for me to get her off using only my mouth.”

“Well … how long did it take?”

“Two minutes, 45 seconds. But then the guys challenged me. ‘Bet you can’t suck me off that quick’ kind of challenge. So I sucked him off in 4 minutes, 20 seconds. Then the other guy in 5 minutes, 45 seconds. I discovered that I really preferred having a cock in my mouth. Nothing against women. It’s just more of a challenge to get a guy to cum.”

You could see the wheels turning in her head. She sipped on her drink as she digested this info, planning what to do next.

“Two minutes, 45? Really? I like it to last longer than that.”

“Remember, Jenny, it was a challenge. Normally, I spend my time, intent on giving my partner maximum pleasure. I aim for multiple orgasms.”

Now the wheels grinding in her head were in overdrive. “So, you could make me cum in less than 5 minutes, right?”

“I probably could, but with someone as attractive and intriguing as you, I’d take my time. I’d linger and ensure that you came more than once. Tell me when was the last time someone made you cum.”

“Honestly, Sailor, the last time someone got me to cum was over 6 months ago. But I get myself off almost daily. So there’s that.”

“You know as well as I do that masturbating is just not the same. I can guarantee that I’ll do my best to get you to cum, probably multiple times. I’d be thrilled if you let me show you.”

Her expression went from “no”, to “hmmm, maybe”, to “why not?” in a matter of 30 seconds. “I’ll let you try to get me off but only if I can time you.”

I laughed. “It’s not a race, Jenny. But if you drop that towel and lay on the bed I’ll get started.”

As she spread her legs I got my first view of her fuckbox. Her natural bush framed a generous pussy, fat lips, thin protruding labia with a small, crinkled asshole below. I lay on my belly between her legs and pushed her legs apart.

I worked my way down her inner thighs and basically had a makeout session with her pussy. Kissing, nibbling and using my tongue and mouth on her lips elicited some oohhhs and aahhhs. Once my tongue parted her lips, her hips began twitching. It was only after I latched onto her erect clit that the gyrations really got going.

I paid special attention to her clit, using every trick I had. Her response was commensurate with my efforts. As I worked my magic, I got more and more forceful. My tongue was smashing her clit flat, my lips were sucking it up firm, my teeth were nibbling. When I’d suck it in between my lips, I’d make it scrape against my teeth. She seemed to particularly like that, grunting out groans and bucking her hips.

Once I got my fingers involved, finger fucking her cunt, she was all but done. I’d lift my mouth off her clit and finger fuck her hard. I’d curl my fingers searching for that elusive G spot. Then wrap my mouth back around her clit. Back and forth until she arched her back, urgently exclaimed “Oh my God … yes! … YES!” and let her pussy drain it’s pent up desires.

Sensing her weakened condition and needing some relief myself, I instantly climbed on top and thrust my hard cock up her sloppy hole. No complaint. In fact, she raised her legs straight up and let me slide my cock in and out until I reciprocated by draining myself into her vagina.

As we lay next to each other, I casually said “You have a really nice cunt. I certainly want you to remember this special occasion. Want me to get you off again?” She reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to her pussy. I got busy right away.

I counted eight orgasms, not including two of my own. As we motored the Love Boat back to the harbor, she commented in an offhand way “Took you twelve minutes, twenty seconds for the first one. I didn’t time any of the others.”

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 16
THE LAST DAY

The next morning Kitten drove Claire in to work. Claire said nothing to her about Kitten fucking Claire’s father, and Kitten didn’t volunteer anything.

Claire didn’t really understand her own feelings. There was so much strange going on. She liked Kitten – maybe more than any friend she’d ever had. But when she thought about Kitten she also thought about Kitten’s cunt. And Kitten was such a slut, and last night she had made Claire feel like her house was some kind of brothel. But Kitten was so much better and nicer than the other girls at Titcage.

Anyway it was so hard for Claire to think straight now. She never felt normal. For so much of the time she was horny, or underdressed, or looking at naked sluts. Even when she was at home in her room she had to go without panties. She didn’t have a good frame of reference for telling what she should be thinking.

And so Claire said nothing, and hugged Kitten fondly when they got to work. Because anyway, today was her last day at Titcage. Next week she would be back to school like a normal girl, and everything would be better.

She handed in her panties at Michael’s office, and went to work. She snuggled up against Jim’s naked cock as he stood behind her, and didn’t mind when he came on her face twice before lunch, and once after. She opened her mouth wide for the last one, and caught most of it on her tongue. It tasted good.

She pissed twice with Kitten, and the second time she let Kitten kiss her on the mouth while they pissed. It was better and nicer and more loving than when Sluthole did it, and besides, this was her last day. Kitten cried a little when she realised Claire wasn’t going to be coming back, and Claire cried too, and they hugged, naked in the toilet.

Michael’s “panties” for her today were nothing but a set of red tassels with clips, that he instructed her to clip to her labia. She did as she was told, and looked like a slut when she was done, and did not feel at all okay about Michael photographing her mostly-naked and lewdly-decorated twat, but again, it was her last day.

At the end of the day Claire went to Michael’s office to turn in her badge. However, when she arrived she found not just Michael waiting, but also her mother and father.

‘Claire, honey!’ said her mother. ‘We have wonderful news!’

Claire panicked. What were her parents doing here? Did they know that Titcage made her act like a slut? Surely they could see the pictures of the naked girls on the wall! Would her father spank her more for working in a slutty place like this?

‘Mum, what are you here for?’ she said.
‘We’ve been talking to your very nice boss,’ said her mother, ‘and he’s agreed to let you work here the rest of the school year.’

Claire was horrified. ‘But mum, I don’t want to! I have school!’

‘We’re taking you out of school, Claire,’ said her father. ‘Your grades this year weren’t very good anyway. You can repeat next year, with a bit of money and work experience under your belt.’

‘Michael here has agreed to pay you a very generous wage, considering you’re just starting out,’ said Claire’s mother. ‘And he says you’re already rising in the organisation.’

Claire thought of her badge – W rank. She certainly was rising. She didn’t want to rise higher.

‘But mum…’ whined Claire, starting to cry.

‘Oh, don’t cry, Claire, it doesn’t make you look very smart,’ said her mother. ‘You’ll work here and that’s the end of it. I want you to turn up for work on Monday, and I want to hear good reports from Michael about how hard you’re working. If you do anything to get yourself fired from a good-paying job like this, you can just start paying your own food and rent, young missy.’

Claire looked around, hoping for some reprieve, but there was none to be had. Her father was nodding approvingly.

‘We’ll be so glad to have you, Claire,’ Michael was saying. ‘You’ve done excellent work here and you’ve adjusted so well to the organisation. Now that you’re going to be a permanent employee we’ll be able to give you a lot more interesting tasks, as well.’

Claire cried all the way home. She didn’t want to go back to working at that slutty, confusing place. She cried even more when her dad spanked her cunt back at home, and a little more still when she orgasmed under his hand.

That weekend, Claire didn’t do anything. She just huddled in her bed, hating her life. She kept her panties off, as she was required to do, and she didn’t hide from the cameras in her room, as much as she wanted to rip them off the wall. Steph came in a few times and tried to cheer her up, but Claire was inconsolable. The only things that seemed to help were drinking her red cordial and occasionally masturbating. Kitten came round on Saturday afternoon to bring her more cordial, but Claire didn’t come down to see her.

And so she came around to Monday morning, and the dreaded start of her full-time work at Titcage.

Chapter 17
RE-ORIENTATION

Michael took her panties from her when she arrived in the morning.

‘Okay, Claire,’ he said. ‘Now that you’re permanent, we need to get you set up with some more stuff, and that’s what we’ll spend today doing. Now, I need you to look at this. It’s the criteria for W grade. I expect you to make this grade by the end of the week. We don’t normally put that kind of pressure on our new employees, but I think you can take it. And if you can’t, I’ll be telling your mother that you’re not working out here.’

Claire looked at the card Michael was offering.

W Grade
Presentation:
– Spends at least 35 waking hours a week without panties.
– Wears clothes that emphasise tits.
– Generally exposes her tits and/or twat while indoors with no male company.
Attitude & Obedience:
– Is appropriately productive at work.
– Clitoris is pierced with a Titcage ring
– Wears a full Titcage ID with tit and twat photos, and has been assessed for fuck skill if not a virgin.
Routine:
– Sleeps naked.
Toileting:
– Wets herself among friends or family at least once a month.
Masturbation:
– Masturbates at least eight times a week.
– Tastes own cunt juices when masturbating.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Consistently uses language that degrades and objectifies females.
Treatment of Men:
– Hugs men to greet them and doesn’t release until they do.

‘You’re already spending the 35 hours without panties, because you don’t wear them at work,’ said Michael. ‘And you’re appropriately productive. And our surveillance shows that you masturbate enough. So that leaves a few categories.’

He threw her a shirt. ‘Put this on,’ he said. Unhappily, Claire complied, taking off her button-up dress shirt and putting on the new one. It was tight and stretchy, and the fabric pulled over her tits in a way that showed the bra underneath. It was slutty.

‘That’ll do you for today, but you might need to do a shopping trip to find more clothes that emphasise your tits. Kitten will probably help you, if you ask. Speaking of Kitten, if you’re hanging out alone with her, you should probably be naked now. Same when you’re alone with any other woman. We don’t want you to freak people out, so there’s some leeway there, but in general we want you to routinely strip down when there’s no men around.’

Claire unsuccessfully tried to cover her large tits with her arms as she listened to Michael.

‘You’ll need to sleep naked, of course,’ he said. ‘I know you sleep with your sister, but I think you’ll be able to come up with something. Okay, this one here – “wets herself” – that’s just pissing in your panties, or down your leg if you have no panties on. No one needs to know you’ve done it, you just need to piss yourself in company.’

‘Like in the toilets?’ asked Claire.

‘No, that’s regular toileting,’ said Michael. ‘This means pissing yourself somewhere outside the toilets, like on the bus, or at the dinner table. You only need to do it once a month.’

The thought horrified Claire, but she thought that if she could do it in front of Kitten, rather than some stranger, it would probably be all right.

‘Now when you’re fingerfucking yourself, we want you to lick or suck on your fingers during it, so you taste your juices. You can do that, right?’

Claire nodded.

‘And keep working on your language. Remember, your gender are sluts and whores, not girls or women. And you have big udders that are for raping, remember?’

Claire nodded again.

‘Now, let’s practice this one,’ said Michael, pointing to the bottom of the list. ‘Say hello to me by hugging me, and don’t let go until I do.’

Claire walked over to him. ‘Hi Michael,’ she said, and wrapped her arms around him. Her big tits mashed up against his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her in response.

Long moments passed, and he didn’t let her go. She felt one of his hands dip down to her buttocks, and caress her ass for a moment. Then, finally, he released, and Claire did too.

‘Just like that,’ said Michael, ‘with every boy you need to say hello to. Now, come through here and sit down.’

He led Claire into the room where she’d taped her new training tape. She unhappily sat in the chair, and let him tie her into place, her arms tied down and her legs tied spread.

‘Sluthole will take it from here,’ he said, and left, even as a look of panic appeared on Claire’s face.

Shortly after he left, Sluthole arrived. ‘Hi, Fucktwat,’ she said, grinning evilly. ‘Hey, today I made V grade, so I guess I’m your superior again now.’

‘Please…’ said Claire, but stopped when Sluthole stuffed a rolled-up pair of panties in Claire’s mouth. They tasted like pussy. Claire couldn’t quite spit them out.

‘Shut up, Fucktwat,’ said Sluthole. She undid one of Claire’s arms, then pulled up Claire’s top so that it came over Claire’s arm. She repeated on the other side, and pulled the top off completely. Then she unhooked Claire’s black bra and did the same thing, exposing Claire’s large tits.

When she was done she then took off Claire’s skirt, revealing her nude cunt. Claire was now tied naked to the chair, with her legs spread.

‘Right, Fucktwat, first you need a new ID.’ Sluthole got out a camera and proceeded to photograph Claire’s nude tits and twat. Claire started to cry at this point, and only cried harder when Sluthole reached out and viciously twisted her nipple. ‘Shut up, Twat!’ Sluthole yelled.

Next Sluthole leaned in and started kissing Claire, and while she kissed Claire she began to rub Claire’s pussy. Claire hated herself as she started to get wet from the treatment, and soon her fuckhole was dripping wet. Wet… and warm? Claire freaked out – oh my god! – she was pissing! She’d come to associate the feeling of kissing Sluthole and having her pussy rubbed with urinating and she’d just started releasing her bladder without thinking.

Sluthole jumped back as piss spurted from Claire’s pussy. ‘You dirty slut!’ she said, and slapped at Claire’s cunt, splattering piss over Claire’s legs. She waited until the humiliated Claire was done pissing, and then stepped in and cruelly pinched Claire’s clitoris before going back to kissing and masturbating her.

When Claire was very wet, Sluthole said, ‘Now we test your cunt capacity.’ Over the next fifteen minutes, Sluthole proceeded to fuck Claire’s pussy with a range of dildos, each one bigger than the last, until finally they were so big that they hurt going in and Claire started to cry again. When she did, Sluthole stopped, and took a note. ‘1.2 litres,’ she said.

Sluthole kissed and rubbed Claire again until the pain in her twat began to fade. Then she stepped back, and picked up two objects from a nearby table – a sharp needle and a small blowtorch. With the torch, she heated the needle until it was glowing red.

Claire freaked out. She writhed and twisted and screamed into her gag but to no avail. Sluthole stepped up, grinning, grabbed Claire’s clitoris, and ran the needle through it.

Claire almost fainted; she barely felt it when Sluthole ran an official Titcage clitoris ring through Claire’s new clit piercing. When she was able to concentrate again she found Sluthole kissing and rubbing her again, and shortly thereafter Claire orgasmed.

When Claire was done shuddering and gasping, Sluthole untied her and let her dress. Claire stumbled back into Michael’s office.

‘I hope you had fun,’ said Michael. ‘I’m getting the new ID with your photos and measurements printed while I speak. But a few things about your new ring, Claire.’

He stepped forward and ran his hand over Claire’s cheek.

‘First, you wear the ring always. Always. Second, if you’re sitting at any chair that has a ring connector in the middle of the seat, you clip your ring to it, so you’re connected to the chair by your clit. Third, if a chair like that is available you should always prefer it to chairs that aren’t.’

He pushed his thumb into Claire’s mouth. Claire knew what was expected, and sucked on it while he talked.

‘The ring has fairly expensive electronics in it. It surveys your cunt temperature and dampness. We’re having new electronic IDs introduced soon so that we can display that information on your badge for everyone to see, but for now it just prints to an internal database so we can see how often you’re horny. It can also buzz like a vibrator, and emit small electric shocks.’

‘Like my old trainer?’ asked Claire, mumbling around Michael’s thumb.

‘Exactly like your old trainer.’ He pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth, almost making her gag. ‘In fact, to some extent this will replace your trainer. It’ll sync to your earbuds whenever you have them in and deliver the appropriate shocks and buzzes. You can wear this to bed now instead of the dildo if you like. But we recommend you use the dildo anyway if you can, because sluts like having their cunt full, don’t they?’

Unable to speak, Claire just nodded.

Afterwards they had a little party in the break room. There was a cake, and drinks. Claire started to feel good about herself again, with everyone welcoming her to Titcage and telling her they were glad to have her there.

Then at the end, Sluthole made her kneel on the ground, and brought Jim over. She stood behind Jim and caressed and pumped his cock, aiming it at Claire’s face, until finally Jim orgasmed, and spurted semen all over Claire in front of everyone. Sluthole made Claire say thank you, and wiped Jim’s cock off on Claire’s face, and then sent Claire to work without letting her clean the sperm off.

When it came time for her to report to Michael to wear panties, she was relieved to find that today he only wanted her to try on a pair of lacy red briefs. They were sluttier than anything she’d worn prior to coming to Titcage but they were conservative compared to having her co-workers ejaculate on her. Michael also gave Claire permission to clean her face after he’d photographed her, and Claire gratefully went to the bathroom and washed the cum from her face.

(To be continued…)

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The Joke’s On Batgirl
(The Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl)
By rutger5 Copyright 2016

Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn’t cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she’d been forced to carry extra pairs of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She’d even gone to a singles bar (while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham’s red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short time she’d owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn’t the same as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she’d become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn’t know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an uneasy slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn’t pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he’d been wracked by guilt and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands (and assorted other body parts) of the Joker and his gang. Since he’d been the one to tell her of the Joker’s escape and had given her his (reluctant) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn’t even a rumor of his location in Gotham’s underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the main topic of conversation with most librarians weighing in (in hushed tones, of course) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose greatest pleasures in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

“Why she’s nothing but a common tart and libertine,” she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

“Now I don’t know about that Miss Peychaud,” the larger woman replied before her angular co-worker interrupted.

“Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the morals of an alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in? It’s so skintight that it’s a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no doubt that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered.”

“Well I admit her costume isn’t loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. Most of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she’s done a lot of good things. Countless times I’ve read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril.”

“Bah! It’s my contention that her so called heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright lies. If you dig deep you’d probably find that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl – a degenerate tramp.”

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn’t liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have friends in high places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud’s mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

“Miss Gordon! Come quickly, we have a problem!”

“Yes Enid, what’s the matter?” Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the junior librarian’s face.

“There’s a man using the computer… and oh my. I don’t know how to say this…”

“Calm down Enid,” Barbara told her in a soothing tone as she headed for the door, “and tell me as we walk. Okay?”

“Oh yes Miss Gordon, I’m sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn’t realize I’d be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library books would be the worst thing I’d have to deal with.”

The other librarians wanting to know what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to follow Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

“So like I was saying Miss Gordon there’s a man using a computer, but I think he’s homeless because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad.”

“While that isn’t pleasant Enid I don’t think…”

“No, that’s not the real problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he’s watching pornography on the library computer with the volume turned up all the way.”

“All right Enid, I’ll handle this. You wait here.”

“Are you sure Miss Gordon, if you want I’ll come with you,” she replied though it was clear by the look on her face she didn’t want to.

“Yes I’m sure.”

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU (Gotham City Criminal Liberties Union) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren’t grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the good of the other library users.

“Excuse me sir,” she said as she approached him from behind, “might I have a word with you about making the library experience better for all?”

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to tell for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they’d been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

“Hey baby, you want some of what she’s getting on screen? Is that why you’re here? Cause I have just what you need,” he told her as he fondled himself obscenely through his filthy trousers.

Her retort died on her lips as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

“Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,” she said while avoiding looking at both the computer screen and the man’s bulging groin, “was that you could show some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the provided headphones so as not to disturb others?”

“Why? No one else is here but you and me sweetie. Besides I know my rights,” he said before belching loudly.

“Yes, your rights,” Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying teeth intermingled with cheap gin. “So you won’t reconsider then?”

“No but my offer still goes for you. If you’re nice or rather nasty I’ll give you a good fuck. What do you say Miss Prim and Proper?” he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her toned legs and butt the whole time. She didn’t pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

“Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I’m calling from the main branch of the Gotham City Library where we’re having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible? Thank you so much,” she said before hanging up.

“I have to say Miss Gordon that though I don’t normally believe in using one’s connections in this case its justified,” Miss Peychaud sniffed.

“Well Miss Peychaud while I’m so pleased to receive your approval I’ve used no connections. I didn’t mention my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are other factors which I’ll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today.”

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

“Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding heart judge but I don’t care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you’re sober. And if you give me a hard time then I’ll charge you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to believe – a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet young woman like this? So this is what you’re going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rights. Now move!”

Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officers accompanying him. The older one tipped his cap to Barbara and said “Ma’am,” as he departed.

Sighing in relief she thought they’d need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘actors’ double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation’s capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara’s agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the images she’d watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn’t enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to take over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

“Yes, give it to me! Please don’t stop!” Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, guttural moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point her hand released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did make some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a zipper in the back, she turned it into two pieces.

The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom section and of course mending what sections Harley and the Joker had cut. That allowed the bottoms to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara’s apartment building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make sure it didn’t escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustrations from the past few week’s events but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she’d seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sweden who was working the summer for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he’d trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fear and unable to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn’t there for at that moment he seized the wrist of the young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

“Now keep quiet girlie and do as you’re told or I’ll hurt you,” he ordered as he let go of her so he could lower his zipper though he never got the chance.

“Hey lowlife, why not let her go and take your chances with me instead,” Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her hips, her full, red lips curled in a half smile.

“Batgirl! Didn’t the Joker put you in your place from what I saw? Maybe you want some more of that, huh? So what’s it gonna be. This,” he said brandishing the razor knife, “or maybe you want some of this?” he told her holding his crotch. “After seeing your video I’m guessing it’s gonna be my hard cock.”

“Well why don’t you come closer and I’ll tell you,” she replied hoping to draw him away from the au pair and her charge.

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so fast that the weapon was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering “Thank you,” over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn’t move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her soft, voluptuous body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough to speak.

“You’re welcome Miss but perhaps you could let me go so I can make sure that he’s no longer a threat.”

“Inga, I am Inga,” the young woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her warm breath on her face.

“Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police?” Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the young woman’s ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

“Yes, I have mobile phone. I call 911, no?”

“That’s right Inga,” Batgirl replied as she checked on the condition of the would-be rapist.

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young charge was okay. The toddler had managed to sleep through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

“Police on way Batgirl, you are my heroine! I was so scared when that man grab me and then you were there to save me. But my heart still beating so fast! Here, you see,” she said taking Batgirl’s hand and placing it on her ample chest.

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga’s heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl’s hand was pressed to her bountiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

“You must let me thank you properly Batgirl. If not for you then who knows what happen to me. So what you say?” she said opening her eyes and staring into Batgirl’s.

“There’s no need for that Inga. Helping you was all the reward I need,” Batgirl replied, her mouth suddenly dry.

“You so sweet as well as brave but I really want to do…something… to show my appreciation. I do anything for you,” she said before licking her lower lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl’s hand as the patrolmen climbed from the car and approached them.

“So what happened here?” one of the policemen asked as he surveyed the scene.

“This bad man,” Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the ground, “he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and save me.”

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

“Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is right over there,” Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

“Riley,” the first policeman barked out, “get that in an evidence bag and make sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I’m glad to see you’re still in the fight after everything that’s happened.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me knowing there are still people in my corner,” she replied in a quiet voice.

“Now Miss,” he said addressing Inga, “I’m going to need some information from you for my report.”

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga’s statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

“All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We’ll be in touch with you as the case proceeds. Better get the little feller back home.”

“Okay, thank you. I will Officer.”

She had started to move toward the stroller when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the crime fighter on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

“That card has my mobile number and email address on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,” she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn’t know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

“It’s turning into a circus out here so I was wondering if you would like to go to the stationhouse and give your statement there?”

Seeing an out to escape the situation about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

“Since that dirtbag is in the back seat why don’t you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowded but better than being with the trash.”

“Yes thank you Officer, I will.”

She slid onto the seat with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternative. Officer Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn’t paying close attention so when Officer Riley had to stop short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hand shot out to steady himself and wound up on top of Batgirl’s leg right above her knee.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s alright,” she replied but even after the car resumed moving his hand remained on her thigh.

Well to be more accurate his hand did move but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn’t have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to make matters worse he had a gold wedding band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light Officer Riley’s hand began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

“I’ll bring him to a holding cell,” Officer Riley said taking the man by the elbow and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

“All right, you do that and I’ll get Batgirl’s statement,” Officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to accompany him.

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The room contained four metal chairs and a table and after the summer heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl’s skin. The cop produced a pen and a piece of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

“Just write down what happened today if you don’t mind and I’ll attach it to our official report later.”

“Of course Officer Muldoon,” she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get comfortable but whether due to the hard, cold metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

Despite that it took only a few minutes for her to write everything down in her distinctive cursive script.

“Finished,” she said putting down the pen and looking up.

He nodded in reply before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the other one. Even before he’d touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In response her left hand reached across her body until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon’s leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his bulge through the material of his uniform pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other hand began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she move her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and boxers. She giggled with delight when his hard cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her mouth in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl’s tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much longer he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the door opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting,” Batgirl told him after first pulling her mouth off his partner’s erection. “Get over here and let me see if your cock is as tasty as his is.”

Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon’s rigid cock and as soon as Riley’s pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she’d released his cock and took his partner’s he moved to the side of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep Riley’s stiff cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily take her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon’s lips then took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley’s erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his hand continued to tweak her nipple.

“Batgirl, do you think you can stand? I really want to taste your pussy if I can.”

“Mmm hmm,” was all she managed to say while keeping Riley’s cock in her mouth but she was able to shift her body by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn’t easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley’s erection prompting him to take her breast and squeeze it hard.

“Enough tongue,” she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could speak, “I want your cock in me – now!”

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrust. After letting out a little gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movements to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon’s cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley’s swollen head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to hold onto Riley’s legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

A few thrusts later she was cumming on Muldoon’s member, her juices seeping onto and past his driving cock. He was sweating profusely by this time despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this rate he’d be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasure so after one more thrust he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

“Hey partner, you want a turn? I’m telling you I’ve never felt a tighter pussy in my life and it’s so hot and wet.”

“Sign me up for that buddy,” Riley replied as his cock slipped from her mouth with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

“If you’re going to fuck me too then help me onto the table first,” Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic body up.

The two cops wasted no time but lifted and placed her on the tabletop in a sitting position.

“Mmmm, why don’t you help me get my boots and pants off so we can have some more fun.”

Riley went right to work, first removing her high heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved hand reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slid deep inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

“Officer Muldoon my little mouth is so empty. Do you know of anything hard and tasty to fill it with? I think you do.”

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn’t stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. She made a gurgling sound as her throat was pierced by his invading member though that didn’t stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide cock, using short, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid cock from her mouth.

“Hey lets switch places again pal. I don’t think I can last much longer and I’d really like to feel her sweet pussy again before I lose it.”

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a couple more rapid pumps of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl’s body around so that she was flat on her back and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley’s face. He took the bait and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn’t penetrate her pussy at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard meat against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley’s legs to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each thrust his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley’s body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl’s throat was flooded with his thick ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn’t let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to lick his sensitive head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a couple of feet away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent orgasm.

“May the saints preserve us! Now what in Heaven’s name is going on in here?” the loud voice of Chief O’Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was unaware that the door had even opened. On hearing the Chief he’d first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull his uniform trousers up to cover his exposed member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl’s cave just as it began to shoot drops of white liquid love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O’Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking place Chief O’Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

“Riley, Muldoon I’m very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine lass waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you’ve been doing? I’m sure she’d be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you’re both still on duty so you’re cheating the taxpayers while you carry on.”

Neither man could reply to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty eyes on the tile floor.

“Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet?” the Chief asked with a stern expression on his broad face.

When they shook their heads no he sighed before speaking again.

“Well perhaps you can see to that now that you’ve taken care of more important matters first. And don’t even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself clear? Good, now get out.”

Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon’s cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstances she still wasn’t satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her attention to Chief O’Hara.

“I want to apologize to you Chief for putting you in such a difficult position. I don’t know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,” she said batting her eyelashes at him while moving closer to the big Irish cop.

“Umm, oh well Batgirl,” he stammered, “there be no need to apologize. Though you’ve helped out the department many times including today you’re a private citizen not a public servant. So it’s a different matter for you. They on the other hand should know better than to be carrying on while on duty.”

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude body but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she’d moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform jacket only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his best intentions.

“Still I have to bear some of the blame Chief. It can’t be easy for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I’ve been told I’m quite distracting. What do you think Chief O’Hara, do you find it hard to concentrate with me so close?”

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another part of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the Chief worried the seams might burst.

“Oh I see I have my answer,” Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding tent in his pants. “Would you like some help with that Chief?”

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one more time to do the honorable thing.

“That’s not necessary Batgirl,” he told her in a hoarse voice.

He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would cover her firm breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the other took off the Chief’s hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the Chief began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free hand moved upward to take hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the erect nipple sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

“Oh yes!” she cried out as she gyrated her hips on the Chief’s lap stimulating his trapped erection.

For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O’Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn’t take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a moment’s embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she’d left on his trousers but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to pull his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and ready for action. The head was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thick and swollen with veins twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

“Faith and begorrah! That feels so good! That’s it Batgirl, suck me shillelagh!”

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his cock right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn’t stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to allow her body to adjust for though Chief O’Hara wasn’t longer than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn’t help but reflect on how you could never figure out this crazy, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O’Hara’s knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn’t disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong hands grabbed hold of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

“Oh yes!” she whispered into his ear. “That’s it. Uhhnn, feels so good with your big cock in me!”

He didn’t reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he’d never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he’d go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his cock before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O’Hara’s shillelagh with great interest. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to escape the confines of his dress slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her body’s movement it was unable to gain access however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

“Well Chief, I can see what’s delayed you and I can’t say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old friend a favor? I’m having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl’s beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school style sodomy.”

“Whatever you want Commissioner but would you prefer for me to leave?” the Chief asked as his hands pulled Batgirl’s supple ass cheeks as far apart as they would go.

“Certainly not Chief,” he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl’s exposed sphincter, “among good friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can’t share a woman what’s this world coming to.”

Once he’d said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her puckered hole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to bury her face against Chief O’Hara’s burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl’s booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a deep breath he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his masked daughter’s mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight holes to the brim with hard cock. In less than two minutes Chief O’Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl’s incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner’s driving cock on the other side of her pussy membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

“Glory be! It’s like the saints be marching in me blarney stones!” he cried out as his shillelagh exploded deep inside Batgirl’s wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O’Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its normal color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl’s waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief’s spent cock to slip out of Batgirl’s pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O’Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

“I think it be best for me to get going Commissioner,” he said as he pulled up his uniform pants.

“Right you are Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in case something happens and I have a feeling it’s going to be a while before I get back there. I’m going to enjoy fucking Batgirl’s ass for as long as I can manage.”

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his balls would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara’s mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and daughters weren’t supposed to engage in sexual relations and yet to her shame part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn’t realize it was his own daughter for he’d never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To have him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn’t right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best course of action was to let things proceed and enjoy herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

“Commissioner,” she said in a low, quavering voice, “may I ask you something?”

“Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,” he replied as he buried his wide cock in her clenching ass.

“By any uhhn chance do you oohh have a pair of handcuffs with you?” she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing tush.

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a perverted gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket his hand emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

“I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die hard and though I’m now the commissioner I’ve never forgotten how I started out as a simple patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuffs and a detective special with me.”

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the table and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

“Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they’ll do you more good there, you may find a use for them.”

After saying this he secured her hands in front of her then pulled a chair up next to them.

“I want you to kneel on this chair sideways Batgirl. It will probably be easier to move one leg at a time.”

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair’s placement so that her head and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

“Play with yourself Batgirl,” he grunted, “like a good little slut. That’s right, finger your little pussy while I use your hot ass.”

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her other hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass’ over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon’s mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl’s perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex-wife (and Barbara’s mother) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the doctor had advised the couple to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren’t up to the task of satisfying him multiple times each day. She’d been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the first time in order to not hurt her and though she didn’t enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The only reason he hadn’t initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in normal intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn’t enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting custody of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfect ass to satisfy him the same way his ex’s had for that short time and he’d never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn’t take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only resist the powerful urges for so long before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he’d seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, thick length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon’s part hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he’d been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convince her to make this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility belt and the last drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon’s eyes narrowed for right next to the white, liquid pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl’s utility belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the peak of carnal pleasure when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole body felt at one with the universe as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga’s head nestled between her parted thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower pace with an occasional light kiss to Batgirl’s inner thigh.

“Do you like, my sweet, delicious heroine?” she asked with a shy smile before resuming her oral ministrations.

“Yes Inga. Words can’t express how much I’m enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must stop for a minute.”

“But why? I want to lick you until my tongue is too tired to move. You deserve it and your pussy tastes so good to me.”

“Because I said so,” Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her upper body to an upright position, “and also because I want to kiss you and I can’t while you’re licking my pussy.”

“Okay for that I stop,” Inga replied moving from her prone position to where she was on her hands and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their lips moved against each other’s and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other’s mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga’s head then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no time in raising her head off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl’s sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl’s tongue burrowed deep inside Inga’s pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl’s tongue to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga’s erect little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga’s tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

“Oh please you must stop or I will die from too much cumming! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. Please!”

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy muscle spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl’s body.

“I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn’t expect you to return favor and it was too much for my poor nerves. I rest a little.”

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga’s ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga’s still erect clitoris while her mouth took the Swede’s nipple inside and sucked on it.

“No!” Inga shrieked as she tried to pull away unsuccessfully. “Please, no more. Well maybe more but not like this. I want to do something for both of us, pretty please, so you stop my beautiful Batgirl.”

“All right Inga but you better do it now because I can’t help myself. You are too sexy for me to keep my hands and lips off for long.”

“Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so horny for any other girl, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you good time.”

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl’s thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in opposite directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl’s. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other’s.

Taking a deep breath Inga grabbed Batgirl’s bare thigh then asked “Are you ready?”

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet pussy against Batgirl’s, sending waves of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn’t take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn’t slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring movements, their smooth legs and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl’s. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl’s leg until with a loud cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

“I die,” she whispered after she’d recovered sufficiently enough to speak, “but only little death like French say.”

A short time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn’t until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

“Please wait Batgirl, one more favor I beg of you though after all you’ve done for me already I have no right to ask…”

“What is it my darling?” Batgirl asked as she stood so she could pull her pants all the way up.

“One last kiss to remember me by, please.”

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au pair’s cheek before responding.

“Oh, so you don’t wish to see me again after this? And here I was hoping this was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

Batgirl had to maintain all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the look of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga’s face warmed her heart (and loins)greatly.

“Oh I want to but I didn’t dare to dream we see each other again. So then this be kiss good night, okay?”

Once she’d said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl’s legs just in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, puffy pussy lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a sort, with Inga’s nimble tongue sliding between her pussy lips. At the same time the au pair’s nose connected with Batgirl’s clit stimulating her further.

“Oh yes! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don’t stop! Oh, oh,” Batgirl cried out as her hands grabbed Inga’s blond hair as paradise beckoned yet again.

Five minutes later the two stood by the window in an embrace, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her soft mouth tenderly while staring into her eyes before releasing her.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I have to go but I promise to get in touch soon. Okay?”

“You make sure you do my heroine,” the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her hands off her new lover’s perfect ass.

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it open without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no light had been on when she’d left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quiet breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living room she could see the seated figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a copy of the police report to the floor below before taking a step forward.

“Barbara?!?” Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END

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Our story continues

Tarnheim Academy, Part 2
Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused. My bottom still glowed bright scarlet from the merciless whipping Headmistress had given me, and I still shuddered from the lascivious teasing of her talented tongue. I felt transformed, but into what?

I waited hesitantly as Miss Krieger methodically drew on her tight leather outfit, not daring to move until instructed. At last she pulled on her black leather gloves and then turned to me, her smile gone and her face once more a mask of stern discipline. Dear God, she was beautiful!

“You will now go to your room and get properly settled in. Pick up your clothes,” Miss Krieger ordered.

“Shan’t I get dressed, Headmistress?”

“No, Miss Gringsworth, you shall not. When on school grounds, you will wear your uniform or nothing at all. Pick up your clothes, and head to your room. It is in the east wing, room 214. You will find a uniform there, and you will garb yourself in a manner befitting a student of the Tarnheim Academy.”

“Yes, Headmistress,” I meekly replied.

Heart pounding, I stooped to pick up my clothes. Miss Krieger opened the door, and I gingerly stepped out into the hall. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I felt the eyes of the other girls upon me. They snickered and leered at my naked form and I shrank, holding my clothes to my chest with one hand and trying to shield my sex with the other. I felt the sting of a riding crop on my bare behind.

“Do not slouch, Miss Gringsworth!” Headmistress snapped. “A student of the Tarnheim Academy must comport herself with grace, regardless of circumstance. Stand up straight and keep your elbows at your side as you hold your burden. Walk to your room with a measured stride. Keep your head up and your eyes forward.”

“Y-yes, Headmistress,” I nodded. Still trembling, I did as she commanded, holding myself erect as I walked the halls of the academy. I burned with shame, exposed to the world in such a wanton fashion, and I felt each giggle and laugh as lash to my pride. It seemed an eternity before I found myself on the second floor of the east wing and walked to my room.

I opened the door to find another girl within the room. I was surprised; I’d assumed that I’d have a private room, but there were two beds. The girl saw me in my nakedness and smiled warmly.

“I see you’ve been initiated,” she observed. “Did Headmistress give you the full treatment?”

I colored with sudden embarrassment, but nodded. “Yes, she did.”

“Then welcome to Tarnheim,” she proclaimed as she extended her hand. “I’m Samantha.”

I hesitated, but received her handshake. “I’m Heather. Have you been here very long?”

Samantha shook her head. “Only about a month, but it seems like it’s been forever. Oh, you can drop those over there,” she offered, pointing to the empty bed. “That one’s yours, and that’s your wardrobe.”

I put my clothes down on the bed, and opened the tall wardrobe. I found six identical uniforms hanging side by side, separated in a precise fashion from each other. The drawers turned up stockings and undergarments, which, I saw, were exactly my size. I hurriedly drew on panties and brassiere, grateful to cover my nudity. The undergarments were lacy and white, and frankly rather provocative as they revealed a fair portion of my cleavage and the swell of my bottom. I put on the pristine white button down blouse and plaid skirt, noting the extreme shortness of the latter. I drew up the stockings on my legs, which rose to just above my knees, then slipped my feet into the shoes. They were quite tall, with heels that were fully five inches high.

Samantha rose to help me knot the school tie. I looked at the blazer; on it was emblazoned the crest of the Tarnheim Academy, and I puzzled at the inscription. “Dominum vel Obsequium. That’s Latin, isn’t it? What does it mean?” I asked her.

Samantha smiled. “It’s the school motto: ‘Dominance or Submission.’”

“Very appropriate,” I swallowed nervously. Samantha laughed.

“Well, you’ll get used to it. Anyway you won’t need the blazer except for formal occasions.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. The skimpy schoolgirl uniform and high-heeled shoes showed off my legs, to the extent that one could see my bottom peeping out beneath the edge of the plaid skirt. It was extremely sexy, I had to admit, and I felt a strange thrill run through me thinking about it.

“Samantha, there are some questions that…” I began, but then the door flew open. Three older girls stood in the doorway, their eyes locked onto mine. They grinned in a predatory fashion.

“We’d heard there was some new meat on the scene,” one leered. “I see the rumors were true.”

Samantha rose up, nervous. “Look, we don’t want any trouble.”

The girl who’d spoken never took her eyes off mine. “And if you do what you’re told there won’t be.”

I sized her up. She stood a handspan shorter than I, though she looked extremely athletic and trim. Her raven black hair was cut in a stylish rake. Her icy green eyes bored into mine. Flanking her were identical twins – tall, leggy blondes with brilliant blue eyes and spectacular curves. The three wore their shirts unbuttoned and tied below their breasts, revealing taut abdominals with belly rings and truly magnificent cleavage. Any of the three could have modeled for men’s magazines.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The brunette’s smile widened. “We’re the welcoming committee. We’re here to show you the ropes.”

“Literally,” the twins added with a laugh.

With that, the brunette brought her hand up from behind her back, holding coils of silken rope. My eyes went wide with panic, and I started backing up. The three moved in to the room, silently closing the door behind them and locking it. They dropped a black nylon bag on the floor with a heavy thud. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as they advanced on me.

Samantha scurried to the far corner of the room. The trio pounced on me like tigers, wrestling me to the bed. In a matter of moments they had me stretched out, held at wrist and ankle by the twins while the brunette sat staring into my frightened eyes. I opened my mouth to call out, but she held a finger to her lips.

“Shhh,” she whispered, “If we make too much noise, then everyone will want in. Let’s keep this a private party, shall we?”

She produced a rubber ball gag from the nylon bag and thrust it into my mouth, fixing the leather strap behind my head. They three quickly divested me of the clothes that I had so recently donned, and I found myself once more stark naked and helpless. They tied me to the bed spread-eagled, my wrists and ankles securely bound. Try as I might, I could not wriggle free. I feared what they would do next.

The three stood back, their eyes feasting on my nude body. They murmured appreciatively, liking what they saw. Samantha cowered behind the corner of the wardrobe, not daring to look. The brunette began to run her fingers up and down the length of me, sending shivers down my spine.

“This one is quite responsive,” she observed. “We’ll have fun with her.”

She continued to toy with me, cupping my large breasts and squeezing them, pinching my nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumb. The twins began to caress my legs, slowly working their way up my widely parted thighs. My heart began to race and, to my horror, I found myself responding to their touches. I felt myself becoming wet.

“Now let’s introduce ourselves properly,” the brunette grinned, giving my nipple a teasing lick. “My name is Adrienne, and I’m head girl here. These two are Inga and Greta, and we three wanted to make you feel at home here at Tarnheim.”

With that Adrienne descended to suck on my breasts while Inga and Greta began licking their way up my legs. Their tongues were pierced and the smooth metal studs had an electric effect on my body. My breath came faster and I felt my nipples stiffen under the ministrations of Adrienne’s lips and tongue. I wriggled helplessly as the three worked me to a fever pitch, nearly brought to a crescendo when the twins reached my dripping sex. They licked me in unison, bringing me nearly to the edge of a shuddering climax when, without warning, they stopped. The three laughed as I writhed in my bonds, desperate for a release of one kind or another. When they perceived that my breathing had subsided they began again.

The three switched their positions, and the twins eagerly attacked my breasts while Adrienne knelt between my spread legs and began thrusting her tongue into my vaginal opening. My will rapidly crumbled beneath the threefold assault. I felt myself approaching the point of orgasm once more, and again they stopped short of the critical moment, leaving me frantic with desire. They did this again and again until my body was like a guitar string, vibrating with my need.

Only when they sensed that I had lost all self-control did they take me over the precipice. The twin tongues of Inga and Greta swirled around my tense nipples, and Adrienne started nibbling on my engorged clitoris, simultaneously sucking and licking me with consummate skill. I exploded, spasming uncontrollably as my body succumbed to the irresistible stimulation. Powerful waves of orgasm swept through me, obliterating all resistance and thought. But for the ball gag in my mouth I would have screamed my passion to the very heavens. Through it all they continued to tease me with their tongues, making me cum again and again.

Adrienne arose from between my legs to remove the gag. I gasped, only to have her mouth descend to mine. I tasted my own juices as she kissed me long and hard, her soft tongue slipping into my eager mouth. Inga and Greta continued to tantalize my sensitive nipples, but their hands roved down my belly to my wet cunny. They began fingering me as they sucked my breasts, and I moaned while I returned Adrienne’s kisses. From the corner of my eye I saw Samantha timidly watching us from behind the edge of the wardrobe.

“My, what a slut she is,” Adrienne commented as she rose from me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Let’s put her to use.”

The sexy brunette began unbuttoning her blouse and removed her skirt. As she unsnapped her brassiere, the twins began shrugging out of their clothes as well. Finally the panties came off, and the three were clad only in stockings and high heels. They were so beautiful! Their taut bodies were lithely sensual, their curves a sinful delight. Adrienne’s nipples stood out stark and stiff from small aureoles, and I saw that her nipples were pierced with gold rings. Her sex was shaved bare, save for a small sable triangle above her moist slit, and I saw that her clitoris bore a gold ring, matching the ones in her nipples and belly. The twins were magnificent, with large, full breasts and pink nipples that begged to be licked. Their cunnies were completely hairless, proudly displaying their pink inner lips. They were truly breathtaking.

“You!” Adrienne snapped at Samantha. “Make yourself useful and get us something to drink!”

Frightened, Samantha emerged and went to the mini fridge. She brought out cans of Mountain Dew, which Adrienne and the twins eagerly accepted. Greta and Inga opened theirs straight away and began drinking, but Adrienne ran the ice-cold metal can along my breasts and up my quivering thighs, making me tremble and shake. The sensation was indescribable.

Adrienne took a long drink, letting out a sigh of contentment. She lifted the can once more to her lips and filled her mouth, then bent down and pressed her lips to mine, sharing the sweet beverage. I accepted it from her gratefully.

Adrienne then got onto the bed and knelt astride my face. I could see her shaved vagina only inches from my mouth. Looking down, she wound the fingers of one hand through my hair and lowered herself onto me. Her sweet sex ground into my mouth, my head held fast by her iron grip. She tossed her head back and took a long swig of Dew while she rode my face.

“Eat me, bitch,” she commanded, and I did. One of the twins went to work on my breasts again, while the other began licking my pussy. I diligently tongued Adrienne’s delicious cunny while Inga and Greta subjected me to their own subtle torture. They took delight in making me climax while I licked Adrienne’s hot slit, bringing her to a violent orgasm of her own.

Sated for the moment, Adrienne arose, only to be replaced by Inga (or was it Greta?), who sat reverse fashion on my face. The other twin sat astride my pelvis, her sex grinding into mine while I ate her sister. The twins kissed each other passionately, their tongues swirling around each other while I lapped away. After I brought the one to a violent climax, they switched and I went to work on the other. I’d long since lost any reserves of willpower, and had utterly succumbed to their will.

When the other twin came in my mouth, spraying me with her juices, Adrienne announced that it was time for some real fun. They untied me and flipped me over on my knees with my face down, then bound me securely in this new position. They bound my arms tightly together behind my back and affixed my ankles to the bedposts again with my ass raised high. Adrienne roughly stuffed the ball gag back in my mouth and secured the strap around my neck. I was keenly aware of how vulnerable a position I was in, and feared what they were going to do to me.

Adrienne remarked about what a fine ass I had, and she fondled my bottom lasciviously. I was still quite sore from the whipping Headmistress had given me, and I wriggled beneath her touch. She then brought out a leather paddle from the gym bag and slapped it against her hand with an audible crack. She grinned with evil intent. I trembled in silent fear.

The sexy brunette wound back and cracked the leather paddle against my ass, bringing instant, searing pain. I tried to scream, but the ball gag silenced my cries. Adrienne paddled my ass vigorously, bringing laughter from the trio. Sometimes she struck low, the leather making sharp contact with the backs of my legs. She even struck at the insides of my widely parted thighs, bringing the most awful burning sensations.

I struggled in vain to free myself, but I was hogtied and helpless, and so my frantic struggles served only to incite Adrienne to paddle my bottom with renewed gusto. I sobbed into the ball gag, reduced to the level of an animal.

“Here,” she said, extending the paddle to one of the twins. “You give her a turn.”

“Ach, nein, liebchen,” the blonde replied with a shake of her head. For a brief moment I felt a glimmer of hope that my ordeal was at an end. “I prefer this,” she continued, and withdrew a broad leather strap from the bag. It was nearly three inches wide and looked quite thick. I frantically attempted to free myself, but my futile struggles only served to whet the lusty blonde’s appetite.

The strap whizzed through the air to make sharp contact with my upraised bottom. I tried to scream through the ball gag, but all that emerged was a muffled moan. I could scarcely believe that only a day ago I’d been a pampered princess. Now I was a naked captive, bound and helpless while three nude girls whipped me without mercy. They took turns for a time, noting with glee how I continued to struggle in my bonds. Then they began whipping me together, increasing the pace and the savagery of their assault. But then something amazing began to happen.

I felt as if I were floating. The searing pain of my bottom took me to new heights of ecstasy, and I felt each stinging blow send an electric thrill through my body. My cunny, already dripping wet, began to pulse and throb with desire. I felt myself approaching the point of orgasm, and with lashing whips they took me to that point and beyond. The ball gag silenced my cries of rapture as I came like a wildcat, quivering as shock waves of orgasm swept through me. It was incredible.

Adrienne and the twins were evidently keenly aware of my state, and they murmured their approval, delivering stinging strokes of the leather to further stimulate me as I came. They laid down their whips and paddles and began caressing the burning globes of my bottom, their soft tongues sending delicious thrills through me.

“My, what a slut she is,” Adrienne observed, and the twins agreed. “Let’s finish her off properly.”

They opened the gym bag once more and withdrew a leather harness fitted with a huge black rubber cock, complete with ridged veins and a massive head. My fears grew as Adrienne strapped the enormous thing on, fitting an interior projection inside her own wet slit.

“I love this thing,” Adrienne sighed seductively. “It sticks inside me so I get to feel what you’re getting, and it has these great little nubs that rub right up against my clit. So while I’m fucking you, I can really get off as well. Isn’t that amazing?”

She maneuvered herself behind me, guiding the head of the dildo between my parted thighs to my cunny. She rubbed the head up and down my slit, coating it liberally with my flowing juices.

“God, you’re so wet!” Adrienne laughed. “You’re such a tempting slut. All right, here it comes!”

Her hands gripped my ass as she forced the dildo inside me to the very hilt. I felt my vaginal muscles stretched as never before. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex twice before, and the boy had been much smaller. I was in real pain, my cunny smarting from the sudden distension.

Adrienne left it buried there for a moment, letting my cunny stretch to accommodate the giant dildo. She slowly eased it out of me until only the head remained inside, then plunged the rubber cock back in until it hit my cervix. She began to fuck me rhythmically, my cunt lips wrapped around the shaft as she used me for her pleasure. She played with my breasts as she rode me and toyed with my throbbing clitoris.

Inga and Greta were clapping, cheering for Adrienne to fuck me faster, harder, and she did. Adrienne picked up the pace, her breath coming fast as she slammed the cock into me over and over. She was ruthless, fucking me with savage abandon, and I found myself moving backward to meet each vigorous thrust. The giant dildo pounded my pussy like a jackhammer, and I felt myself cumming uncontrollably. I lost count of how many times I came – I was in a continuous state of orgasm as she fucked me like a wild animal. The stimulation to Adrienne’s cunny and clit sent her over the edge as well, and she howled obscenities as she came. She called me a hot cunt, a slut, a whore, and I secretly reveled in the words.

Spent, Adrienne slumped over me, the dildo buried in me up to the balls. The twins were speechless, awed into silence by the tableau they’d witnessed. Finally Adrienne roused herself, the dildo slowly withdrawing from my violated cunny with a wet squelching sound.

“Wow,” she sighed, looking down at the dripping rubber cock sticking out between her legs. “That was incredible. You’re an amazing fuck, girl.”

Adrienne snapped her fingers toward Samantha. “Get us some water. Fucking this slut is thirsty work.”

Samantha scurried to obey, bringing out a water bottle from the mini fridge. Adrienne took a long swallow, sighing with contentment and licking her lips. She freed the ball gag from me and told me to drink. I did, thankful for the revitalizing liquid.

“Aren’t you going to untie me now?” I asked, but Adrienne just laughed.

“Not yet, sweet thing. We’re just coming to the piece de resistance.”

She shoved the ball gag in my mouth once more and strapped it tight. The twins searched the gym bag, coming up with a bottle of lubricating oil. I watched as Adrienne poured a measure of oil on the massive dildo and rubbed it all over, then drizzled some between the cheeks of my ass. I wriggled helplessly as she massaged the oil into my tight sphincter, and felt her finger work its way into me. I feared the penetration that was to follow.

“All right, girls, it’s time for the grand finale,” Adrienne proudly announced, and guided the enormous head of the rubber cock to my ass. I was terrified, but my muffled cries for mercy went unheeded. She forced the bulbous head into me and I felt my rectum stretch as never before. Inch by awful inch the giant dildo penetrated my ass. I struggled to escape the terrible invader, this horrible violation of my virgin ass, but my bonds were secure and I was utterly helpless. Adrienne buried the rubber cock in me until its massive balls rested against the lips of my cunny. I felt certain the titanic thing was in me up to my stomach.

“Fuck that ass!” the twins cheered, and Adrienne gave them the show they wanted. She began slow, making me feel the full length of the giant dildo as she drove in and out of my ass. She gradually picked up the pace, and I felt my sphincter slowly begin to relax as it became accustomed to the massive intruder in my bowels. Adrienne enjoyed sodomizing me, as her vulgar language clearly indicated. She fucked my ass long and hard, calling me her fuck toy, her slut. She hammered away at my ass while the twins fingered themselves with excitement.

Incredibly, I felt myself responding once more. Even as I was violated in the most awful way, I felt powerfully aroused, turned on by the sadistic scene. What did this mean? Was I the slut Adrienne called me? The only thing I knew was that I was hot and horny, and that I was rapidly approaching another orgasm. My body began shoving itself backward to meet Adrienne’s thrusts, and when her hand descended to stroke my clitoris I exploded instantly. Adrienne screamed as she came, her hips bucking as she fucked me senseless. The twins emitted low moans as they climaxed in unison.

The three released me from my bonds and held me in a sweet embrace, kissing me over and over. I melted, and found myself not only forgiving them for violating me, but actually thanking them. I think I was in love with Adrienne, and certainly in lust with all three.

The trio dressed themselves with languorous ease and put the rope and sex toys back in the bag. I remained naked, lying on the bed – my bottom was far too sore to sit. The twins took me in their arms for a sizzling double kiss and I felt my nipples stiffen once more. When Adrienne kissed me I lost all self-control, and told her I loved her.

“Well, well, this should make for a very interesting year, Heather. We’ll be seeing you soon,” she said as she and the twins swaggered out the door.

To be continued…

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I walked into the studio to pick up the pictures of me with Rico, the
tall, sexy Black man, and was greeted by Rachel, John’s assistant. She
was a lovely woman, probably in her early 30’s, with long, wavy, raven
black hair and brown eyes. I noticed she had a lovely figure with large
melon shaped breasts revealed under her low cut sweater, and a round,
shapely ass. Though short, she had lovely legs that were now exposed as
she bent over to pick up an item from a lower shelf. She was wearing a
black silk miniskirt and not only were her lovely legs exposed, but a
glimpse of her red panties was presented as well. I couldn’t help it
that my eyes were automatically drawn to that crevice!

“Oh, I’m sorry…I didn’t hear you come in.” She exclaimed as she turned
to face me, smiling broadly.

“That’s okay. I guess I was being sneaky. I’m here to pick the pictures
John took of me with Rico a couple of weeks ago.” I explained.

“I see….so You’re the one.” She responded, giving me the once-over
slowly with her eyes. “Just a minute…..oh…..here they are…..I’ll
bet you had fun getting Those taken, didn’t you?” She added.

“As a matter of fact, I did. Would you like to show them to me
yourself?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” She replied, looking around to make sure we were alone.
Little did I know that John was behind the curtain watching everything
we did and listening to every word we said. “Come on over here and sit
down.” She ordered.

I followed her into a large cubicle in the back of the studio. It was
about 8 feet by 8 feet wide and had a chaise lounge against the wall
with a bright light pointing at it.

“Let’s sit down here so we can see them better in the light.” She
suggested, taking my hand and leading me to the lounge. Her skin was so
soft and smooth. I noticed a hint of perfume – White Diamonds – my
favorite, subtle yet sexy.

We sat down on the lounge and opened the packet of pictures. My eyes
widened as she spread them out on the floor before us. These were the
pictures of Rico trying to force his 10″ x 3″ weapon into me! John must
have taken them while we were in the heat of passion. Rico had been on
top of me, kissing me softly and gently encouraging me that I could be
stretched to encompass the tool he was forcing into me an inch at a
time.

One of the shots was taken from the side, revealing Rico’s massive
appendage as he eased it into me a little at a time. Several shots were
taken until Rico’s cock was into me entirely with his bag of Black
jewels lying against my ass while John photographed us from behind. The
contrast of black against white was startling! It was actually difficult
to realize what the picture was without knowing ahead of time. It was
quite a work of art!

“This is amazing!” I gasped. “I had no idea! These aren’t the pictures I
was expecting! What about the ones of us with our clothes ON?” I asked.

“Oh, here they are…..but the others are more interesting, I thought.”
Rachel responded, moving her arm around me and caressing my ass. I
turned to look at her and she moved her arm up to my shoulder and pulled
me closer to her, kissing me softly at first and then as I relinquished,
more passionately.

“I don’t usually do this type of thing….” I stated.

“Who cares? I’m horny.” Rachel answered, taking me into her arms and
plunging her tongue down my throat. Our large breasts met one another as
she pressed her body against mine, and I slipped my hand up her skirt to
the treasures beneath. She moved her hand between my legs and guided it
into my now hot, wet love spot. We continued kissing as we manipulated
our fingers into each other’s panties, which were soaked by now.
Rachel’s lips were soft and moist, tasting of cinnamon. As our passions
arose, we remo ved our hands from the skirts and unbuttoned each other’s
blouses, slipped off our bras and started to explore each other’s
breasts.

“You have such lovely firm breasts.” I whispered to her as I caressed
and kneaded them, then bent forward to the right one into my mouth,
suckling as a baby on the erect nipple.

“Ohhh….don’t stop.” She moaned as she pinched and pulled on my now
erect nipples.

As I sucked her breast, I once again moved my hand to the special spot
between her legs and pinched her love spot, making her squirm and the
juices pour forth into my fingers. As I sucked and rubbed her clitoris
faster and faster, she panted loudly and began to scream, “I’m
cumming…….I’m cumming….don’t stop!”, to which John came running to
interrupt our privacy. He entered the cubicle, cock in hand and stroked
himself as he watched us playing together. Rachel shuddered and her hips
bucked as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy at my touch and my lips.
She collapsed into my arms and I kissed her softly on the neck and then
passionately on the mouth as John moved closer, his erection straining
for attention.

I leaned over and took his erection into my mouth as he caressed both of
us, squeezing and pinching our breasts and nipples, then he guided
Rachel to lie back on the lounge and positioned me between her legs. I
obliged him by diving between her thighs to lick up the spent juices
from her exertions. I placed her lovely legs over my shoulders and my
hands under her round, firm hips as I proceeded to lick and suck her
love lips, the clit hardening at my touch and begging to be flicked.
Once again Rachel wri thed in my arms. I was excited, knowing that I was
driving her crazy, and my own love juices were flowing rampantly. John
took the opportunity of having me on my knees with my face between
Rachel’s legs to plunge his huge hardon into my waiting crevice. He
began to pump in and out of me slowly at first, forcing himself into me
deeper and deeper as he then pounded harder, faster, faster, deeper, his
cock plunging into me, and his balls slapping against my ass. As he
pumped, I sucked and licked, plunging my t ongue into Rachel in time
with his thrusts, faster, faster, deeper and deeper until we all
exploded in orgasm screaming together, “Now! Now! I’m cumming!”

Afterward, we pulled our clothing back together, kissed goodbye and I
took my collection of “special” pictures home to enjoy in the privacy of
my own space.

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Marcus wraps up his deal and finds release with the ladies

Desai leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink like a proper villain.

“You might as well take the deal,” he said, as if my cooperation were already decided. “It’s the only option you have.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

Rajesh shrugged. “No doubt you have more money than any of us, but you don’t have what it takes to do what needs doing. It requires more than a lot of money to succeed in this world.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, pausing before sipping his drink. “It takes intent.”

He drank slowly, staring at me over the rim of his glass—all of it, calculated theatrics used to keep the new kid flat-footed and afraid. Once he’d swallowed, he added, “And that, I’m afraid, you have in limited supply.”

I met his gaze without saying a word—afraid anything I did might betray just how much his words rattled me. I knew my start in this world had been rocky. I’d made mistakes, but hearing Rajesh say it like this? It struck home just how much I hadn’t even been playing the wrong game—this wasn’t just checkers vs chess. Despite everything I’d been through, it felt like I was playing tic-tac-toe while everyone else was playing Grand Theft Auto.

Desai sighed and looked around the rooftop, taking in the crowd of beautiful people enjoying my party.

“You know,” he said, “maybe you should think on it. Meanwhile, I’ll just enjoy myself. Sample more of that wonderful food.” He met my gaze again, his eyes glinting with malice. The kind of look predators gave prey before the final blow. “Or maybe I’ll sample one of the lovely ladies. How about Roger’s wife? She looks like a hot piece of ass.”

The thought of Rajesh Desai touching Helen was almost enough to make me snort in contemptuous laughter. I imagined Helen would make a meal out of him, and not the way he would have preferred. Her days of being passed around like a party favor were long behind her—it had been an unspoken promise that we’d shared when I put the collar on her. She was meant for me. Period. Hell, I wasn’t sure how she would react if I told her to be intimate with Desai.

Which was something that would never happen, no matter how much this guy tried to blackmail me. The mere idea of this snake touching Helen sent a sharp, rancid chill through me.

Despite my pulse pounding in my ears, I leaned back, elbow on the armrest, chin on my palm—casually defiant.

“Yeah. She’s good,” I said. “But you’ll never know.”

Desai blinked, clearly surprised. “Won’t I?” One corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk. “Such bravado from someone who knows he’s outmatched. If you had half a brain, you’d give me what I want.”

My heart was thundering, but I kept my voice calm. “I think I’m setting a record for being misread.”

Desai chuckled. “Roger VanCamp isn’t in our league. He’s a minnow in a very large pond.”

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and called on every high school drama class, every late-night alibi spun to a parent, and every minute spent helping Emily rehearse lines—every acting muscle I had.

“I’m not talking about VanCamp,” I said. “I’m talking about Hiro Tanaka… about using his wife to outmaneuver him. I’m talking about embarrassing him in the board room, and then fucking his wife after the fact. You think I just stumbled into his wife’s vagina? Tanaka backstabbed me.”

The smugness on Desai’s face cracked as I walked him through the supposed brilliance of what had really been dumb luck.

“Or maybe we talk about my brother… how I threw him out of his own house. With his own bodyguard hauling him out. All his friends saw it, in case you want to fact-check.”

I held Desai’s gaze. “Or Ryo Tanaka. He tried to kill me. Now? He’s locked in a room answering my questions.”

“I’m aware,” Rajesh said flatly.

“Did you also know Tanaka’s kid is a worm with no pain tolerance? A couple of twists and he spills everything.”

His eye twitched.

“And this is interesting—Ryo’s a streamer. Had a full setup in that cabin. He cried when my guy started deleting save files.”

I stopped myself, now that I was starting to wander into improv territory. I didn’t know if Psalter had deleted data off Ryo’s computer as a means of getting him to talk, but it sounded cool.

Rajesh’s grip on his drink tightened, just enough to make the glass tremble.

“Tanaka was grooming him to take over. Imagine the kind of shit that kid has on that machine. Stuff even my grandfather wasn’t privy to. Pair that with my grandfather’s information my team has recovered…”

“You’re lying,” Desai said coldly.

Of course I was, but I was gambling on something: that Rajesh, who’d always had power, wealth, and prestige, was even more afraid of losing it than I was. I counted on that fear to do most of the heavy lifting. I didn’t need to convince him. Just sow enough doubt to make him hesitate.

I shrugged, keeping it light. “I’m not trying to start a war with you, but I’m not going to beg, either. I’ve lost my taste for getting kicked around by you guys a long time ago. You want to start something? Fine, but we’re done here.”

“You don’t have to be offended,” Desai said, his voice affecting a lighter tone. “I was just pointing out that if something were to happen to me, information about your family and company would go public. That’s not a threat.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bullshit! You just tried to extort me for a crack at Helen!”

“I wasn’t! I was just asking for details on Roger’s wife. I thought you’d want to gloat a little.”

He reminded me of a bully who threatened one moment, but then claimed it was just a joke the moment they received pushback. However, the bluff was working, and I didn’t see the need to press the issue while I had the high ground.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Boring,” he muttered, taking a drink. Then he sighed. “What about Tanaka?”

“What about him?”

“His offer.”

“Oh,” I said. “He can make it to my face. I’m not dealing with an intermediary.”

Desai scowled. “You’re asking for serious trouble.”

“Serious trouble?” I echoed, laughing darkly. “I just got back from being hunted through the woods for a week! Trouble started a long time ago.”

He stared at me, and something about his expression suggested his presence here wasn’t just a favor for the elderly Japanese man. Maybe Tanaka had leverage on him—perhaps money or some kind of promised favor. Either way, Desai had skin in the game.

“Marcus—”

“I have guests,” I said, standing. “We’re done.”

He stood too. For a second, I thought he was going to take a swing at me.

“Everything all right, sir?”

Desai and I both flinched. Somehow, we’d missed Jon stepping within four feet of us. Calm but ready, one hand lightly resting on his sternum. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought Rajesh looked on the verge of choosing violence.

“All good,” I said, eyes still on Desai. “Think you could show Rajesh the exit, Jon?”

“Yes, sir.”

Desai looked spooked. Not just embarrassed—shaken.

“You’re making a big mistake.”

“Wouldn’t be my first,” I said. “Funny, though—I’m still here.”

“I’ll expose you,” he hissed.

Seeming to win with my bluff, my confidence surged. “Fine. I’ll tell everyone about Mumbai.”

I regretted it the second it left my mouth. What the fuck did that even mean? I knew he was from Mumbai and that he conducted a lot of business there, but I didn’t have a single shred of damning evidence that he was doing anything illicit there.

He stared at me for a long, unnerving moment, expression unreadable.

“We’re not through,” he said at last.

Then he turned and walked away, tossing his glass. It shattered at his feet.

“Rude,” I muttered.

As soon as he was gone, I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, downed the last of my drink and did the same thing Desai had done—tossed my glass to the ground and watched it shatter. Thanks to the music and general milling about, no one noticed.

Truth be told, I was scared. I thought my bluff had worked on Desai, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. What if he woke up tomorrow and decided to reveal everything? What could I do? Henry was working on Ryo, but I doubted the little toad had all that much information… his father didn’t seem to trust him. I guess Desai could confirm with Tanaka, but would he want to let Hiro know that I’d threatened him like that? While Desai had come on the old man’s behalf, I didn’t have the impression that they were close friends. Even if Desai did tell Tanaka, what were the chances that they would know for sure what Ryo knew? The younger Tanaka hadn’t proven himself to be a straight-shooter to his old man; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone off-*********** and tried to kill me.

There were just too many variables to know anything for sure.

Hannon’s team had the laptop from my grandpa’s office for a month, but they hadn’t reported any breakthrough with data retrieval.

My grandpa had left me with untold wealth, sure, but he’d saddled me with a bomb—a lifetime of secrets and dealings that could go off in my face… and I was starting to wonder whether its detonation was only a matter of time.

Surely, I couldn’t be sent to prison for decisions made decades ago, but that wasn’t my only concern—everything I’d enjoyed the past month could be taken away from me.

Losing it would suck, but I’d survived for twenty-eight years without extreme wealth. I could probably get used to living a normal life again, but I wasn’t the only one I had to consider. There was Bobbi. I was basically her meal ticket now. If my money were gone, whatever happened to her was on me. I’d taken her job and altered her life. She was free of drugs, but she was hardly free.

There was Helen to consider. Would she keep her position at YVP if I lost everything? Would she stay with me? Would she still be my ‘good girl?’

I’d just taken responsibility for Phoebe and Nate. What would happen if I could no longer provide for them?

What about Erin? Surely she wouldn’t leave, right?

I sighed. The truth was, I had no idea what any of them would do if I lost my wealth.

And that was an extremely lonely realization to come to.

I dropped back down in my chair, desperately trying not to spiral as fear, guilt, and loneliness clawed at me as I watched everyone else dancing, drinking, and laughing with each other. Rajesh Desai had completely ruined any chance I had of enjoying the rest of the evening.

“Hey, M.”

A gentle hand dropped to my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. I looked up to see my sister smiling down at me.

“Hey, Em,” I said, giving her a weak smile.

She dragged Desai’s chair so that it sat next to me, and then eased herself into it, still looking at me. Unlike almost everyone else, her eyes were clear and focused… not clouded over by alcohol.

“Saw what you did to that glass. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, not meeting her gaze as I rubbed at the back of my head. “Well… maybe.”

I decided right then to tell her about the entire exchange between me and Desai. I didn’t leave anything out.

“Jesus,” Emily breathed. She’d hugged one knee to her chest, resting her foot on the edge of the chair. “And you don’t have any of the info your grandpa had?”

I snorted. “No! The old man left me with everything, but explanations or instructions. Don’t get me wrong… I’m grateful for the money, but a little clarity would’ve been nice. Between the attempted killings, kidnapping, and blackmail, it’s like some kind of corrupted wish. You know… like when the evil shopkeeper gives you something cool, but it also does something nasty—like make you irresistible to women, but you lose your sex drive, or something.”

“Yeah,” Emily said. “But he’s not the Devil. He didn’t do that.”

“How do you know?”

“Why would he do something like that to a kid he never met?”

“I don’t know… maybe I was a reminder of his son’s weakness or something. Or maybe he was just a racist.”

Emily looked at me, disbelief etched in every line. “You know it can’t be that simple and stupid.”

“Of course, but what other explanation could there be?”

My sister looked around the rooftop, as if trying to find the answer among my guests. “I don’t know… maybe he died before he could finish setting things up. How did he die?”

“It was unexpected,” I said dismissively. “I don’t think anyone saw it coming.” Then I remembered something. “Chloe thinks he was murdered.”

“Well, that’s an important detail!” Emily said, her eyes wide. “Murdered?”

“Poisoned,” I said, sitting up a bit straighter in my seat.

To be honest, I hadn’t thought about my grandfather’s demise all that much since hiring Chloe.  I remembered mulling it over when she first told me about her suspicions, but then it got lost in the shuffle of everything else. Soon after, Natalie dropped the bomb that she was dating someone else. Helen and I were starting to mend our damaged relationship. Someone had pulled a gun on me, and then I’d gone to Vegas and gotten myself kidnapped. While I hadn’t exactly forgotten about Colin Gerrard’s possible murder, it took a backseat in light of everything else.

It didn’t exactly provide me with a solution to my Rajesh Desai problem, but for some reason, the idea that my grandpa hadn’t been playing some cruel joke made me feel better. Emily could very well have a good point—perhaps my grandpa had been murdered before he could finish setting up the handoff. Which meant that there could be things out there intended for me that I hadn’t received… like useful information that my lawyers could use to defend the estate, or dirt on his enemies.

Or my enemies.

I still felt the dark cloud hovering over me, but suddenly, it didn’t feel inevitable. I’d get Psalter or the Hannon people to investigate these possible threads, and if they were busy, I’d get more people. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it.

I looked back at my sister and took some time to admire her—her kind eyes, the look of sincere concern. Her love for me had always been unfailing, and she had been the one person to push back and challenge my relationship with Bobbi. She loved me. She was honest with me. And I had to remember that above all else, even if I did lose everything, she would still be there beside me.

In many ways, she was the most important woman in my life. She was my rock.

“Em,” I said. “I could kiss you.”

“Hey,” Em said, suddenly not able to meet my eyes. “Natashya might have something to say about that.”

“Only good things,” I muttered, remembering how Emily’s girlfriend had teased me in Vegas about wanting to see us together.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said. I got out of my chair, leaned over, and kissed her on the top of the head. “Thanks. You’ve given me a lot to think about. I have a couple of phone calls to make. Then, I think I’ll get out there and enjoy the rest of the evening.”

“No problem!” Emily said, giving me a bewildered smile as she got up to follow me. “I’m not sure what I did, but happy to help!”

I turned around and continued to walk backward. “You were just being your smart, brilliant self! Seriously, never change!”

“Aw,” she said, giving me a brilliant smile. “You like me!”

I turned around so I could navigate through some of the people as I made my way to the pool. “I do. You might be my favorite sibling,” I called out over my shoulder.

“Hey!” Richie yelled from about twenty feet away. Sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water, he’d clearly heard me over the music’s loud thrumming.

“Favorite girl sibling!” I called out.

“Hey!” This time it was Emily, voicing mock indignation. “I at least outrank Jacob, right?”

I stopped at the pool’s edge, enjoying the way the lights reflected off the water’s surface. Several people had settled around it, enjoying conversation and free booze. Several people were exchanging flirtatious looks—the air positively hummed with drunken, amorous vibes.

Turning back to look at my sister, I grinned.

“I don’t know… Jacob’s never stolen a girlfriend from me before.”

Emily tilted her head, one corner of her mouth twitching up as if she were about to start a fight and was ***********ing her next move with care. Her eyes—brilliant silver—seemed to drink in the ambient light and reflect it back out. Mesmerizing.

“You know,” she said, her voice turning low, her face suddenly serious. She reached up and toyed with one of the buttons on my shirt, and my heart kicked a little harder. My gaze dropped to her fingers as they circled the button at my sternum, then rose to meet her stare.

“Natashya’s been talking lately…”

Suddenly, the world went silent. My focus narrowed to a single thread. What the fuck was she about to say?

She held my gaze—and gave me a slow, knowing smile.

Then shoved me.

I felt my stomach lurch into my chest as my arms flailed, and I pancaked into the water behind me. Cold shock wrapped around my limbs, disorienting me until I surfaced again, blinking and shaking water from my eyes.

Laughter rippled around the pool as I glared up at Emily, who looked way too pleased with herself.

“That’s for picking Jacob over me!” she said.

“Well, you’re certainly not doing yourself any favors!”

Natashya stepped up beside her. “What is this? Are you two fighting over me?”

“Not everything’s about you!” Emily snapped, whirling on her girlfriend with mock indignation.

Natashya blinked slowly, then raised one hand and planted it dead center on Emily’s chest. Emily squealed as she suffered the same fate she’d just bestowed on me. I dodged just in time as she crashed into the water.

More laughter erupted.

The next couple of hours went by in a blink. Emily and I wrestled in the pool like we used to when we were little. When we were little, the two years she had on me meant that I was often on the receiving end of waterboarding. Twenty years later, that difference didn’t mean much for her, and I was able to get some well-deserved retribution on her. Natashya eventually joined us in the pool, thanks to Jonah and Kwan, who unceremoniously picked her up and launched her over our heads. She landed headfirst into the water—her bikini top floating to the surface a moment later.

Natashya surfaced, cackling as she hurled the top at Kwan’s head. A three-way wrestling match ensued, and I got more than one handful of the dancer’s full breasts, which I was all but convinced wasn’t an accident.

Twenty minutes later, I was out of the water and had barely caught my breath before Shea dragged me onto the dance floor. She’d displayed her exceptional skills in Europe, and she didn’t disappoint this time, either, making it difficult not to fall in love with her. I spent the next fifteen minutes being passed from girl to girl—Honey, Erin, Tara, Kelly, some auburn-haired girl I hadn’t met yet, and finally ended up between Venus and Shea for a sexy sandwich that had me tempted to touch Venus in places that I was sure Vikram would have taken offense to.

Then came the water gun fight—Erin, Honey, and me versus Kelly, Tara, and Jonah. We ducked behind shrubbery, dodged partygoers, and jumped over furniture trying to snipe each other. Kelly and I cheated by ducking out early and ended up in a half-drunken, ten-minute dry-humping session while our teammates kept fighting. I never found out which team came out victorious, but as far as I was concerned, I won either way.

The night nearly ended early thanks to a round of shots with Dillon, Jonah, and Kwan… just like old times. With no interest in blacking out and missing the end of the party, I tapped out early. Jonah threw in the towel after throwing up, leaving Kwan to take a drunken victory lap before disappearing into a room with the auburn-haired girl—his “prize.”

I spent a little time nursing a soda and chatting with Richie, teasing him about his little crush on Venus—I kept catching him eying the girl like she was a fresh steak. We also talked about the logistics of his moving in. I was more enthusiastic than before, considering Desai’s threats to my family. As we spoke, I secretly wondered what it would take to get my mom and dad to move into the city.

Friends came and went—some saying their goodbyes before leaving… others slipping off to pass out or pair off behind closed doors.

And eventually, as the party began to wind down, I found myself tranquilly floating on my back, staring up at the light-polluted sky in relative quiet. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed like that—floating in a daze with the water gently lapping around me—thinking about how much fun I’d had tonight and how lucky I was.

It could’ve all been so different… so many times. I could still be working at Marduke, spending my Friday night hanging out with Dillon, Jonah, and Kwan. It would’ve been fun—Mostly carefree.

But it wouldn’t have been this.

A light disturbance in the water drew my attention, and I carefully turned my head just enough to glance out of the corner of my eye, trying not to break my fragile buoyancy.

It was Rose.

Her long, languid form descended beneath the surface with each slow, purposeful step. The way she moved… the relative quiet around us… it was like something out of a movie.

She didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything. We simply stared at each other as she crossed the pool, slowly, deliberately, toward me. I stayed floating on my back, curious what she would do once she reached me.

I didn’t have to wait long. In no time, she was beside me, the water just grazing the tops of her breasts. She gingerly placed one hand at the back of my head, careful not to disrupt my float. Her fingers gently threaded through my hair. Her other hand hovered over my bare chest. Long, elegant fingers touched down on my left pectoral, tracing slow, deliberate, teasing lines. Her touch sent chills rippling through me. I had to fight the urge to react—to maintain my buoyancy, to not give up the water to sink into her instead.

Up close, I could make out her eyes, dimly lit by the lanterns and submersible pool lights. They were deep wells of inky black, radiating heat and intent. Her head dipped just slightly.

Still, neither of us spoke.

Her lips—thick, soft, plush—hovered just over mine. I felt her breath on my face: alcohol and mint. She grazed my lips but didn’t kiss me.

Instead, she ran her bottom lip across mine, a whisper-light touch that traveled from one corner of my mouth to the other. Then she reversed course, tracing only my upper lip.

She stopped at the center… and gave me the softest kiss I’d ever felt. It was like clouds brushing mountaintops at sunrise.

Then she pressed just slightly, catching my lip between hers. I moaned into her mouth—what felt like a religious experience—and deepened the kiss, desperate for more.

My feet dropped beneath me as I stood, twisting so we were chest to chest. Her hand on my chest slid up and around my neck, joining the other as she wrapped her arms around me. Her fingers still played softly in my hair.

Our tongues found each other—slow and slick, tasting, teasing.

This time, both of us groaned.

What started as a soft, sensual rhythm quickly became firmer, hungrier. Her head tilted, nose brushing mine, lips parting wide as if she was trying to inhale me. I slid my tongue along the top of hers, dragged it against the roof of her mouth, and pulled back to suck on her upper lip. She suckled my bottom lip in return, and slowly we pulled apart.

She grinned at me, warm and inviting.

“Mmm,” she murmured, her gaze roaming my face like dark fire. “That was a welcome surprise.”

“Surprise?” I leaned into the crook of her neck, raking her skin lightly with my teeth. “You’re the one who came over here.” I kissed up the side of her neck, ending with a kiss to her earlobe. “I was minding my own business.”

“You’re not fucking me in here,” Rose said, a small purr rolling from her throat as her fingers curled in my hair.

The way she said it made it sound less like a boundary and more like a challenge.

“No,” I whispered against her ear. “I know. You’ve got something planned… doesn’t mean I can’t get a warm-up.”

She dropped one hand beneath the water, wrapping long fingers around the hard-on inside my swim trunks. She gave it a firm squeeze. Then let go.

“I’d say you’re plenty warm.” Her fingers lingered for just a second before she backed away, slipping out of my arms. “I’ve come to get you.”

“Lead the way,” I said.

She led me out of the pool, grabbed a towel from a chair, and tossed it to me.

I caught it, toweling off as I followed her toward the garden.

“Do I get to know the plan?”

“Patience,” Rose said, nudging me with her shoulder as she gave me a reproachful smile. “You’ll find out in literally two minutes.”

She led me through my house to the first floor. On the way, we found Dillon and Kelly passed out on the couch in the foyer/living room—her naked and lying on top of him with one arm draped to the floor, fingers loosely curled around the neck of an empty champagne bottle.

“So,” I said, “That’s happening.”

“Maybe,” Rose said. “Kelly is going to be a hard one to pin down. She says she’s not relationship material, but she won’t stop talking about that boy’s dick, so he might be able to tame the untamable.”

“Hope that works out,” I said as she led me out of the living room. “Dillon seems to like her. He’s a little goofy, but he’s a good guy. He deserves something nice.”

“And so do you,” Rose said, grinning at me as she stopped by an open doorway and leaned against it, folding her arms against her modest chest.

I peered inside, and my mouth went dry.

It was one of the common rooms that had been filled with distractions—a couple of pinball machines, a pool table, table tennis, foosball, a few MAME cabinets with old-style arcade games, and three couches forming a semicircle around a coffee table with several different styles of gaming controls under a massive, large-screen television.

On the middle couch sat Charity. Her long, jet-black hair was done in two twin tails that draped down the back of the upholstery. Dark eyeliner made her large eyes stand out, giving them a cat-like quality by emphasizing and sharpening the outer corners. A gentle blush had reddened her cheeks, and her lips were painted a matte black—her style reminding me of Erin’s.

She wore a matching black lace lingerie set—a bra that was just sheer enough for me to see a vague outline of the large areola that surrounded a slight swell at the center of each bra cup. A matching lace thong ran around her hips and over swollen outer lips, perfectly visible thanks to her spread legs. The fabric looked so flimsy that I could have easily torn it away, like tissue paper.

This was the most I’d ever seen of Charity, and she did not disappoint—she was a small, tight package, somewhere between Shea’s and Erin’s height, with a slender waist, and a set of large B-cup breasts that looked larger on her frame. Her skin was a dark cream, inherited from her Filipino ancestry—smooth and blemish-free aside from the occasional freckle.

Like Erin, she was also one of the few ladies in my life who had a prominent tattoo. I’d seen glimpses of it, but now that she was wearing next to nothing, I could make out a collection of dark shapes that started just above her elbow on her right side, and then continued up her shoulder before going along her ribs and curving behind her at her waist. Put together, the black geometric shapes made up some kind of creature’s tail… probably a dragon. 

She currently had one hand between her legs, staring at the wall beside me, just inside the room, where the television screen hung next to the door. Her small fingers ran back and forth lazily… dark eyes and skin illuminated by flickering lights from the television.

Moments after spotting her, she finally noticed me and smiled shyly. That look, along with the pig tales, dark makeup, and tattoo, once again reminded me of a corrupted schoolgirl, which was the impression I had when I first met her.

I took a couple of steps into the room and glanced at the television against the wall—the sound was off, so I hadn’t been prepared to see a video of two women sucking a cock. Their lips were running up and down its length before sharing the head between them as they made out.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Charity said demurely. “I thought I’d stay warm while waiting for you.”

“Not at all,” I said, my throat feeling like sandpaper as I admired the demure little woman presenting herself to me.

I felt cool hands on my back, and moments later, Rose pressed her small breasts against me. Her full lips brushed my ear.

“Just so you know,” she whispered, “this is the appetizer.”

She slid around me and sauntered into the room, walking behind Charity’s couch, running her slender fingers along the length of the furniture’s back. Her eyes stayed on me, gazing at me the way a jaguar sizes up a rodent. Still keeping her eyes on me, she leaned forward and whispered something in Charity’s ear. Charity nodded and removed her hand from between her legs—a tad reluctantly, I noticed.

She stood to her full height—five feet and some change—and waited for me to approach. I did, but before I could reach out and touch her, Rose placed a hand on my arm, stopping me.

“You’ve been gone more than a month,” the dancer husked, “so there’s no way this night is ending without you putting that beautiful cock inside me.”

I felt small, delicate fingers wrap around mine and looked down to see Charity holding both of my hands in hers. She started to back away, pulling me with her, leading me to a slatted door nearby. Rose slinked her way to the door, just beating us there, turning the knob, and nudging it so it swung open. I could see a couple of coats and what looked like a dress hanging just inside and wondered who they belonged to. As far as I knew, all my stuff was in my room. Then it occurred to me… I had at least seven women living in my apartment along with me—God only knew how many garments they had between them.

“But since this is your first time with Charity,” Rose continued, leaning against the wall beside the open door, fixing me with a stare full of need and desire, “I thought I’d give you a little alone time. I believe seven minutes is customary.”

Charity dragged me into the closet, and as I passed by Rose, she grabbed my head in both her hands and pulled me into a lip-bruising kiss, snapping at them with her teeth and lapping them with her tongue before pulling away. She kept her face close as she whispered, “Make every second count.”

Then she released me and shut the door, leaving Charity and me in near total darkness—slivers of barely-there incandescence thrown across our bodies from the slats in the door.

I turned to look back at Charity… or more accurately, the barely-there presence of Charity’s silhouette. The experience reminded me of my first time with Chloe—darkness had surrounded us, making sight almost useless. On one hand, I’d been disappointed that I couldn’t have had a better look at my bodyguard as she hovered over me nude and poised to appear herself on my member. On the other hand, it made the sensations of touch, taste, and smell so much more vivid. Even though I’d been robbed of my sight, it had been a delicious experience.

At least I’d been able to see most of Charity’s beautiful body before she dragged me into the closet.

“Just so we’re clear,” I whispered, feeling it was necessary to maintain the moment’s quiet mystique as the two of us were prepared to be intimate for the first time. “I get you for more than seven minutes, right?”

I got the vague impression that Charity had nodded, but she must have realized I might not be able to see her response. “Yes,” she said. “She thought we would appreciate a few minutes together… some place intimate… you know. I kind of liked the idea. I hope you’re—”

“Yes,” I said, reaching up to place my hand on her cheek. I ran a thumb across her skin and felt the tip brush the side of her nose before running over her full lips. “I love this. I just want to make sure I get to have you when I can see you too.”

Charity made a little sound—a cross between a whimper and a moan. I felt her lips part, and my thumb slid between them, plunging into wet warmth.

Oh, fuck…

As Charity sucked on my thumb, I gently tilted her head to the side, exposing a luscious expanse of neck on which I immediately feasted.

Charity was twenty—the youngest woman in my circle by a few years. She’d only just started college. She still had much of the innocence of youth about her: a youthful, innocent-looking face, lips full and lush, a complexion completely free of laugh or care lines… and the softest, smoothest skin. My lips glided effortlessly over her neck as I tasted her, moving to a bare shoulder where I came in contact with the strap of her bra. I grasped it with my teeth and dragged it down until it reached the gentle slope, then let it fall along her arm.

Meanwhile, she continued to alternate between sucking on my thumb, breathing loudly around it as she circled it with her tongue, and biting down on it playfully as she moaned. Her hands wandered my naked chest, back, arms.

“Aw Gaw,” she rasped, her words impeded by the digit in her mouth. “Yew tho hawt…”

I kissed the soft skin just under her ear and then trailed kisses up her jaw, extracting my finger from her mouth as I murmured against the side of her chin. “Fuck… so are you.”

She turned her head slightly and shoved her tongue into my mouth as we began to make out. My hand landed on her waist as both of her arms wrapped around me, her fingers tracing along my back as they traveled up it. My hands followed suit, sliding up her delicate waist and along the hills and valleys of her ribs until they bumped into the elastic of her bra strap. My fingers traced the trail around her until they found the small clasp. By now, I was a master at taking off bras, and with a subtle shift of my fingers, hers came loose and shifted downward, trapped between us as we held each other tight.

She gasped in my mouth and broke the seal of our kiss just long enough to say, “I mean it… you could easily let yourself go…” She plunged back into my mouth, humming against me as her tongue lapped at my lips. Then she pulled back again, breathing heavily as she continued, “But damn… you have a really nice body.”

Again, I was reminded of what Chloe said back in the forest—Damn… you’re coming along nicely.

A swell of pride ran through me, enjoying their words. I’d worked hard over the last month and a half, and it was nice to hear women as smoking hot as Charity and Chloe pay me genuine compliments—it made me feel desirable… powerful.

Instead of responding, I tore free from the kiss and pulled back just enough to grasp the bra between us and remove it. It slipped free from her shoulders and arms as I tossed it over my shoulder and let it disappear into the darkness. I wrapped my arm around Charity’s narrow waist, placing my hand on her firm, rounded ass, and hauled her off the ground.

She squealed as I launched her into the air, her arms tightening around my back. I buried my face into her throat, kissing and suckling on tender flesh, my hungry, starving mouth feeling the vibration of every gasp that escaped her beautiful lips.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

I began working my way down her flawless chest—lips and teeth grazing perfect skin. My back burned as I felt her nails dig in. One leg, then another wrapped around my waist and pulled her crotch into mine. Her hips immediately set to work, rolling against me, seeking any friction that would provide her with even a modicum of relief.

My lips traveled further south, and I could feel the gentle slopes of her breast as I kissed down her sternum… mere suggestions of mounds as they hung free of support on each side of my face. I pressed the flat of my tongue to her chest and dragged it across, traveling up a soft, supple hill toward its zenith where a thick nipple sat fully erect and ready for me. It was a little thicker than Erin’s or Helen’s nipples… more on par with Shea’s, but not as prominent as my masseuse’s.

As I pinched it between my lips and sucked on it, I enjoyed the reaction I got from the tiny, young woman. She bucked against me, as her fingernails dug even deeper into my back, raking across and leaving eight rows of long scratch marks across me. I felt her weight shift as she arched her back and leaned away from me, her tits becoming less pronounced as they stretched a little across her chest.

I sucked harder, inhaling half her tit into my mouth as I ran my tongue across it, still holding her pretty ass in one hand as we dry humped each other.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Been waiting… so long…”

I felt delicate fingers fumble with my fly. Charity impressed me with her flexibility—able to hang onto me with one hand, arch back while I held her, and undo my pants with her other hand. Forget PR… she needed to be a dancer like Natashya and Rose!

Charity shivered in my arms as I continued to feast on her nipples, switching from one to the other as I drove her wild. She let go of my back and grasped my arms… fingernails digging into each bicep. “Oh god yes… need it in me…”

And we were well on our way to it. My fly popped open and I felt the zipper slide down, my cock springing free as fingers curled into the hem of my shorts and dragged them down my thighs.

…while Charity still had a firm grip on my shoulders.

…with both hands.

I suddenly realized just as I felt a pair of lips engulf my cock, plunging so that the mushroom head hit the back of someone’s throat… Charity and I weren’t the only ones in here.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned around the nipple in my mouth.

The little woman in my arms giggled and then gasped. “She’s just… making sure you’re ready for me…”

I released the nipple from my lips and hauled her up so that we were face-to-face, our foreheads touching. Our breaths mingled as we stared at each other through the total darkness, chests rising and falling as lust built. “I was ready before you dragged me in here.”

Emphasizing my meaning, I reached down, grasped the flimsy excuse for panties she was wearing, and gave them a firm tug. I was right—they tore apart like wet construction paper and left me with a fully nude young woman in my arms… ready to fuck.

“Put me in,” I groaned and then crushed my lips to Charity’s for a deep, soul-searing kiss.

Whoever was down there slowly backed off my member, carefully pulling it from her throat and out from between her lips at an agonizing pace. Fingers curled gently around my balls massaging them as the tip of my cock slid out of wet warmth. I felt delicate fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and moments later, moist heat kissed my member as I felt myself poised at the opening of Charity’s pussy. Whoever was under Charity held me in place as her fingers continued to caress my testes.

With my mouth still locked firmly on Charity’s, I lowered her, finally getting a chance to fuck this little vixen I ate out more than a month ago in Vegas.

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In a happy land where meat from a three-cocked mythical beast keeps everyone hard and wet, how can a virtuous princess on a tight deadline find a worthy knight to be her lover?

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The Queen’s Prime: A Naughty, Silly Fairy Tale

PART I

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a queen from a long line of queens who ruled over a large and prosperous queendom.

Queen Vaginella LXVIII stood in a filmy robe in the window of her chambers and absently watched the party of knights returning from the monthly cockathrice hunt. It had been successful as they were followed by a long trail of wagons piled high with the creatures. The cockathrices were just like the larger, rarer cockatrices except they had three cocks, so by the time they had finished with the third cock the first one was ready to rock again. Their hyperactive libido had led to them overrunning the kingdom, which is why the knights now had monthly cockathrice hunts. Luckily cockathrices were smaller than their cousins, being only about the size of a small pony. Their sex organs were prized as aphrodisiacs, and all their flesh held intense erotic magic. So with plenty of cockathrice by-products to go around, everybody in the queendom was as hard and wet as they wanted, making for a happy queendom. As queen, that’s what Vaginella LXVIII wanted, a happy populace.

The cockathrice hunt was pretty easy, and the queen had accompanied the knights on more than a few. A male cockathrice was always either looking for a fuck, fucking, or laying around exhausted from too much fucking. The life of the female was the same except for laying eggs – lots of eggs. So most of the time the cockathrices were too busy fucking or sleeping it off (or laying more eggs) to notice the knight slipping up behind them, sword at the ready.

At the head of the procession, Sir Laysalot rode his black-and-white stallion, his armor stained with cockathrice blood. Having been exposed to that much cockathrice blood all at once meant he would be hard for the next three days. Which was a good thing for a couple of reasons.

Reason one was Sir Laysalot was Queen’s Prime – meaning, simply, he was the queen’s main fuck. One of the duties of the knights was to satisfy the queen and the living prior queens to make sure that they were happy and produced an heir. The knights were the queen’s personal male harem (and the maids were the female harem for those days when the queen felt like swinging that way). The couple days after a cockathrice hunt, the sex with Laysalot and all the knights – which was always earth-shattering – was even better, guaranteeing multiple sore orifices. A sex position had been named after the beast, called the Cocks-her-thrice where three hard knights would take up position around the queen and satisfy all her main entry points simultaneously. It was a hit across the queendom, especially with Vaginella LXVIII herself.

The other reason having Laysalot jacked up with cockathrice hormones was a good thing was that tomorrow was her daughter’s Priming. Princess Clitoria had turned eighteen just seventeen days ago. Tomorrow was the eighteenth day after her eighteenth birthday. That meant she was to be Primed, in preparation for her ascendance to the throne as Queen Vaginella LXIX one month after her eighteenth birthday.

Priming meant that the current queen and her Prime, Sir Laysalot, would show the Princess how a queen was to be properly satisfied. There was a celebratory banquet tonight – to include lots of cockathrice meat – then a ceremony and the Priming tomorrow, and a festival and bonfire the day after. After the banquet the queen was not allowed to have sex until the Priming tomorrow, so she hoped Laysalot would hurry up here with a couple of his knights ASAP because time was running short and she had been munching cockathrice jerky all afternoon – so she badly needed a little of that Cocks-her-thrice action.

Vaginella gave a quick look in the mirror. She was 37 and her hips were still slim and trim. Her chest was larger than it had been when she was younger, but otherwise she managed to hold onto her youthful body shape pretty well, as most of the queens in the Vaginella line had done. She looked extremely desirable in a thin, almost transparent robe with nothing underneath.

She stepped out onto her balcony as the procession rode by. She waved to them as they passed, being sure the passing knights got a full view of her nude body underneath her thin robe. She was feeling particularly frisky knowing that tomorrow was Clitoria’s Priming.

The knights saluted as they passed, and the queen knew that most of them were saluting inside their codpieces as well. All that cockathrice blood.

She counted seven wagons following the knights, each with a half-dozen cockathrice bodies on them. A good take, hopefully enough to keep the flocks of those horny little freaks under control for another month. When they got too numerous they started fucking pretty much anything that moved, including livestock, domestic dogs, farmers in their fields – pretty much anything. Out of control cockathrices did not lead to a happy queendom.

She sighed returning her mind to the banquet tonight. In a couple of weeks, Princess Clitoria would become Queen Vaginella LXIX, an auspicious number to be sure, but the child was woefully disinterested in all things queenly. She had been a good student in her studies, which was good, but she showed little interest in attending state functions, and the queen was worried she might still be a virgin. That wouldn’t do.

It was Clitoria’s grandmother’s job to check the night before the Priming to make sure she was not a virgin – and to fix that if it was the case.

To have a queen that was barely removed from virginity at the time of her Priming was unheard of. The Priming was usually a fun, dirty, sex lesson – but it was expected the student had done some independent study ahead of time. By the time she had taken the throne, Vaginella had made the rounds through the ranks of the knights (and the maids for that matter) and already knew who she wanted as her Prime. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure if her daughter had lifted even a single codpiece. Casually Vaginella wondered if her daughter might be a lesbian. Personally she was fine with that, as long as she had enough hetero sex to pop out an heir and a backup heir just in case. Her own mother preferred maids to knights, but she had done her duty to the queendom.

Plus Clitoria needed to choose a Prime, soon, before she was installed as queen. How could she choose a Prime if she hadn’t slept with any of the knights?

But, regardless whether the princess was straight, lesbian, or bi, the Priming had to happen. Tradition decreed that at eighteen and one month, the new queen took the throne and the prior queen joined the royal council of the former queens who actually made most of the real decisions.

Almost as if on queue, a knock came on her chamber door and before she could answer it burst open and Princess Clitoria came in. She was dressed in an opaque green velvet full-length dress that reached from a clasp around her neck to the tips of her toes. It even had long sleeves. Except for her face and her hands, the princess’s entire body was covered.

The queen shook her head.

“You can’t be planning on wearing…THAT…tonight, young lady,” she spat, putting as much disdain as she could into “THAT” as she could muster. “You look like a cold mess. You would make a cockathrice go limp in that outfit. I’m almost embarrassed to be seen with you in public dressed like that.”

Clitoria shook her long auburn curls and rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She knew better than to argue when her mother was in a mood like this.

“Now go back to your room right now and put on something more appropriately revealing,” her mother added. “Or I will make you go naked.”

“Mother…please…just because I don’t feel like dressing like a tramp doesn’t mean I will be a poor queen.”

“A tramp?” Vaginella said, lifting her shoulders and chin in indignation. “I’ll have you know your great-grandmother wore out three knights on most nights, and five or more at least once a week. In fact…”

“I know, I know,” Clitoria said. “Knights only go into her chambers in pairs after one died of dehydration due to a series of particularly intense blow jobs. You’ve told me that story a hundred times at least.”

“Furthermore,” Vaginella added, “It is the job of your grandmother to help you dress before your Priming feast and your Priming. I’m sure she had nothing to do with your picking this dress out.”

Clitoria looked at the floor and scuffed nervously.

“I snuck out before she could come by and tell me what to wear,” she said. “I’ve been hiding in the courtyard the past couple of hours.”

“Well, let’s fix that,” said Vaginella, taking her daughter’s hand and dragging her out into the hallway. As she rounded the corner a page appeared before her.

The young page bowed.

“M’lady,” he began. “The honorable Sir Laysalot and two of his comrades send their regards and wish the queen to know they will, please, be up in about fifteen minutes to please the queen, if it pleases the queen to be pleased thusly.”

“It pleases the queen,” Vaginella shot back. “Tell them to get their cocks up here now, because I need to get ready for the banquet and I can’t fuck anyone tonight once the banquet starts.”

“Yes, m’lady.” The page bowed again and darted back down the hallway.

Vaginella continued down the corridor, stopping outside her daughter’s dressing room.

The door stood open. Inside, Vaginella’s mother, Vaginella LXVII was sitting in the princess’s dressing chair, her legs wide open. In front of her, a maid was on her knees with head buried between LXVII’s thighs. LXVII’s head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, lost in the moment.

LXVII was in her mid-fifties, but like most of the Vaginella bloodline, didn’t really start showing middle age until well into their eighties – and usually lived into their 130s or 140s. LXVII looked a lot like Vaginella, except her hips had more of a flare than Vaginella’s. Also, LXVII was a lesbian who had fulfilled her queenly duties but never was really happy as queen. The first thing she had done once Vaginella took over as queen was to get half her head shaved, dye the other half purple, and get a bunch of tattoos, including a huge lambda on the shaved side of her head. She wasn’t butch, and she liked dressing sexy like any other former queen, but she made no bones about preferring the ladies.

Hearing the two enter the room, Clitoria’s grandmother looked up.

“Ah, there you are,” she said as they entered, gesturing for the maid to step aside, which she did. LXVII rose from the chair and made a gentle bow before her daughter and granddaughter. She was wearing a leather corset, no bra, supporting and allowing her soft, 38D breasts to jut free, their silver-dollar, pierced nipples pointing at the sky, still hard and erect from the workout the maid had been providing. She also wore tall black stilletto leather boots but nothing else. Her broad but neatly trimmed bush, much of which was now sticking wetly to her skin, had been dyed in the colors of the rainbow.

Clitoria shook her head as she looked at the multicolored pubic hair.

LXVII smiled.

“Do you like the dye job?” she asked. “I got it just for your Priming.”

“I’m overwhelmed,” Clitoria said, rolling her eyes.

Vaginella spoke up. “My daughter showed up in my room dressed like this,” she said, turning to LXVII. “No daughter of mine is going to her Priming banquet dressed like a virginal nun. If she doesn’t cooperate, she goes naked. Get her properly dressed in something that shows some skin. Now if you will excuse me, I have three rock hard knights on their way to my chambers. Thank you.”

Vaginella scooted from the room, leaving Clitoria alone with her grandmother.

“Your mother means well,” LXVII said, leaning over and putting her arms around Clitoria’s shoulder.

“I know. And I will do my duty, but why does that mean I have to look like a slut to do it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being sexy. Or with being a virgin,” her grandmother said, pointedly.

“I’m not…” Clitoria started, then met her grandmother’s eyes. “Okay I am, sort of. But I popped my cherry with my hair brush, so technically…”

LXVII shook her head. “Nope, still a virgin.”

“It’s my body! I get to choose!”

“Not any more,” LXVII said. “You belong to the queendom, and you have to produce an heir and a second. Once that’s done, do what you want.”

“I know. I’m not opposed to sex, I just wish I could go at my own pace.”

“I know,” her grandmother said, pulling her to her and giving her a hug. “But your mother is going to lose her shit tomorrow if she gets into the Priming and discovers you are still a virgin.”

“She won’t know. My cherry is gone. It’s your job to confirm this fact and report to my mother that I am not a virgin. The rest I can fake tomorrow.”

“If you’ve never touched another man or woman sexually your mother will know.”

“Crap. Okay, fine, send for a knight. Let’s get this over with.”

LXVII shook her head. “Not that simple. Once your mother turned you over to me, nobody but me is allowed to touch you until your Priming.”

“So the whole virginity test thing – if the Princess fails…”

“It’s up to her hot MILFie lesbian grandmother to set things straight.”

There was a long, uncomfortable pause.

“How do you feel about that idea?” LXVII asked, breaking the silence.

Clitoria stared off into the distance.

“I…don’t know. I’ve never had sex – with a man or a woman – so I have no idea what to feel…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” LXVII said.

“Wait a second,” Clitoria interrupted. “You knew I was a virgin, and you knew that if I stayed a virgin you would have to take care of that, and you prefer women. You set this up!”

LXVII shook her head. “My dear, don’t play that game with me. You are the smartest queen we’ve had in many generations. You have read all the laws, you knew the rules. You could have taken care of this before now. You are the one who set this up, not me.”

Clitoria looked into her grandmother’s eyes. She was right. In the end, if anyone had to do the deed, she was glad it had to be LXVII. She and Clitoria had always been close, and though Clitoria didn’t consider herself a lesbian like her grandmother, she had definitely had thoughts about her mother’s mother that were not particularly pure. In fact, when she had popped her cherry with the hairbrush, it had been her grandmother she thought of, since she had no men she had become attached to.

“I guess I was,” Clitoria said. “I have no idea what to do now, though.”

“I can remedy that,” LXVII said. She leaned forward, placing a hand around Clitoria’s neck and pulling her granddaughter’s head forward until their lips met. A shiver ran up Clitoria’s spine as her lips met her grandmother’s soft mouth. Their lips pressed together, parted, then touched again. Clitoria felt LXVII’s mouth part and her tongue slither out, pressing into her mouth, intertwining with her tongue.

Their lips remained locked for a moment, eyes closed. LXVII let her hands roam upwards reaching for the buttons on the front of Clitoria’s dress. Clitoria reached to pull them away but stopped. The only other person to undress her since she was but a child had been her maids, and she was usually standing up with them around her, not lip-locked on the one doing the undressing. She sighed and let her grandmother start working her way down the buttons one at a time.

LXVII made it down to the fifth button then paused, disengaging her lips from her granddaughters and looking down.

“You don’t have a slip or petticoat on under your dress,” she said, matter-of-factly but curiously.

“I thought it might please my mother if I went bare under my dress. I planned on flashing people occasionally, but we never got that far enough in our conversation for me to tell her. As soon as she saw my dress she went berserk, grabbed my arm, and hauled me back to my room.”

“Nice thought, but I don’t think it would have been enough,” LXVII said.

Clitoria shrugged. “Nothing is enough for her.”

Her grandmother nodded and went back to undressing the front of Clitoria’s dress. Finally the gown fell open and LXVII tossed it lightly on the bed and turned to look at her granddaughter who stood nude in front of her.

The girl’s body was thin and lithe with just the slightest hint of a swell of the hips and a small but cute, well-shaped ass. Her breasts were small mounds with high, tiny nipples that were hard after her kissing session with her grandmother. Most of the Vaginella line didn’t develop heavier breasts until they bore their first heir. She had shaved her bush above a puffy but adorable, lobeless slit between her legs.

“You are just the cutest thing ever,” LXVII exclaimed looking her up and down. Clitoria felt a blush creeping up her chest and neck to redden her face.

“You are most kind,” she said.

LXVII approached and kissed her again. This time there was no skin between them and her grandmother’s soft breasts and pierced nipples pressed against Clitoria’s own small mounds. She had never felt another woman’s breasts before – or a man’s for that matter – and her hands naturally slipped up LXVII’s stomach to her chest, resting lightly on the older woman’s breasts, gently squeezing the piercings in her nipples.

The two women intertwined their tongues, kissing, tasting each other deeply.

LXVII softly pulled her face back from her granddaughter’s and guided the younger woman’s face down to her chest. Clitoria softly ran her tongue across her grandmother’s chest, closing her lips on the older woman’s pierced nipples and sucking gently, then tugging lightly on the piercings.

“Does that hurt?” she asked, looking up at her grandmother.

“Not if you are gentle, child,” LXVII responded, and guided Clitoria’s head into the space between her breasts. The younger woman licked the cleavage then traced the swell of LXVII’s left breast back up to the nipple, suckling as a young babe.

LXVII moaned as her daughter’s daughter tasted her nipples. Her wide aureoles hardened, tightened and contracted as the younger woman continued to lick and suck, pulling softly at the piercing as she did so.

The surge of desire and lust that poured through Clitoria was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her tiny nipples grew even harder, and she could feel the trickling of fluids between her legs. She had been damp with desire before, but never quite like this. She ran a hand down there and when she pulled it away the fingers were sticky and slick with her own dampness.

She turned her attention back to the pierced, soft, fleshy mounds perched just in front of her face. Mounds she had thought of many times before. It wasn’t that she didn’t fantasize about cocks too, but her grandmother was special. She had been more of a mother to Clitoria than her own mother had been. And seeing just how much pleasure LXVII was taking from Clitoria’s amateur attempts at breast-love made Clitoria happy and sent a fresh wave of lust and desire through her body.

She had never known one could feel so aroused.

Just how long Clitoria spent at her grandmother’s bosom neither woman was sure when finally LXVII put her hands around her granddaughter’s face and pulled her away, kissing her forehead, then her lips softly.

Clitoria, still riding the wave of need and desire that had overtaken her, pushed her grandmother back onto the bed, then straddled her waist – her tiny innie of a pussy hovering above her grandmother’s meatier lobes beneath. She leaned down and kissed LXVII on the lips, then pressed her own budding breasts into her grandmother’s face. The older woman moaned and dove in, sucking at the tiny, hard, dartlike nipples. Clitoria knelt on all fours, dangling her chest over the older woman, letting LXVII have her fill. The sensation of soft lips and moist tongue probing the sensitive skin of her chest sent more surges of pleasure and ecstasy through Clitoria, She could feel the warm trickle of her own juices slipping down the inside of her thighs as the soft moans and whispers from her grandmother filled the silent room.

Clitoria groaned as a fresh surge of desire washed over her, almost making her faint.

Her grandmother ran a hand up Clitoria’s thigh, coming to rest on top of the younger girl’s clean shaven pussy. She gently pulled her forward until Clitoria was hovering her slit over her grandmother’s mouth.

“I guess it’s time for your virginity check,” she chuckled, pulling Clitoria’s body down until she could run her tongue up her pussy, softly spreading the lips and licking the tender pink spaces beneath. She sucked and licked as fresh waves of pleasure coursed through Clitoria, making her arch her back and gasp, her small, hard nipples pointing skyward, her auburn tresses casting down her breasts and back. Liquid gushed from between her lips as her grandmother slipped a finger, then two inside of her, reaching forward gently, as if probing for a particular spot.

A lightning bolt shot through Clitoria, a sensation so electric it could be nothing but. She groaned and fell sideways, but her grandmother held on, continuing to stroke a magic spot she had found deep inside Clitoria. The younger woman’s body shook in her very first orgasm.

Spent, exhausted, exhilarated, and still pulsating with pleasure, Clitoria looked over at her grandmother.

“I can certify you are not a virgin,” LXVII said, smiling. She leaned over and shared a long, deep, kiss with her granddaugher, then got up and poured them both glasses of wine.

“So do you know who you want your Prime to be?” she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Clitoria.

The younger woman shook her head.

“No idea. But I want my Prime to be more than a good fuck, I want him to be someone I respect, someone I trust. I can sleep with any knight I want any time, but my Prime needs to be special.”

“Have you talked to any of the knights?”

Cliltoria shook her head again. “Any time I try to talk to them, they either act nervous or start boasting about their sexual prowess, so no, not really.”

LXVII took a sip of her wine thoughtfully. “You have to decide by the day after tomorrow because you are supposed to announce your Prime at the festival and bonfire.”

“I know, I know,” Clitoria sighed.

“Well, you have at least a couple of days to think on that,” LXVII said, rising and setting her wine aside. “First we need to decide what you’re wearing to the banquet tonight…”

Clitoria reached out to her grandmother and pulled her face to her, planting a kiss on her lips.

“Can’t that wait just a little longer?”

After another romp with her grandmother and a few pieces of cockathrice jerky, Clitoria was more amenable to wearing something a little more daring. In the end, she wore a sheer lace bodysuit and a skirt that only covered the sides and back.

Her mother was pleased and the banquet was a hit, though nobody at the banquet was allowed within five feet of Clitoria except her grandmother.

LXVII brought her back to her room afterwards and helped her out of her costume. The two had eaten enough cockathrice meat that they had a quick 69 before LXVII retired to her chambers and Clitoria fell into a deep slumber.

PART II

Princess Clitoria awoke to a knocking on the door – or maybe in her head. It was possible that she had too much wine the previous night. The banquet had been fun – and the sex with her grandmother had been awesome – but having to stay several feet away from everyone else kind of stank. So she might have drank a tad too much.

Then she realized she was naked. She cast about her room but found no sign of her clothes.

Yes, she definitely drank a tad too much.

She looked at the clock on the wall. 8:00. Her Priming ceremony was at noon. She still had another four hours, she could get some more rest. She closed her eyes.

The knocking came again, this time she knew for sure it was at the door and completely different from the pound between her ears.

“Who is it?” she croaked in a dry, hungover voice.

“It’s your grandmother. We need to get you ready for your Priming.”

“My Priming isn’t until noon.”

“Which is why we are going to start working on that hangover now.”

“I’m not hungover.”

“You’re not hungover now in the same way you were not a virgin yesterday.”

“You took care of that,” Clitoria giggled, then went and unlocked the door, letting her grandmother in. As soon as the door closed behind her, she leapt into LXVII’s arms. “If you want to help me with my hangover you can give me more of that loving.” She showered her face with kisses, but her grandmother gently pushed her away.

“Not today child,” the older woman said. “It’s your Priming. Nobody has sex with you today except your mother and her Prime.”

“Oh poop,” Clitoria said.

“I don’t think you will find either of them lacking in sexual skills. I doubt you will go to bed tonight unsatisfied.”

“Okay, whatever,” Clitoria pouted, sitting down on the bed.

Another knock came on the door and a maid entered, carrying a steaming mug of something that smelled a little suspect.

“What’s that?” asked Clitoria.

“Just a little herbal tea that should help you perk right up,” LXVII said.

Several cups of tea later, Clitoria was able to stomach some cockathrice sausage and some pastries. The ringing in her head had subsided and she was beginning to feel more human.

“Are you sure we can’t have a quickie before the ceremony?” she asked, not for the first time since her grandmother had come in.

“No, dear,” LXVII said. “Tradition says you are not to have any sex the day of the Priming except at the Priming. You keep asking about more sex, which seems surprising from a girl who was a virgin with little interest in sex 24 hours ago. I think I have created a monster.”

“Maybe. I’m not interested in sex with anyone, just with you. I couldn’t give a darn about my mother or Sir Fucksalot…”

“You mean Sir Laysalot.”

“Yeah,” Clitoria replied with a sneer. “That’s what I said. He’s such a conceited asshole. Almost all the knights are conceited assholes. I hate having to give myself up to one of them.”

“You aren’t giving yourself to them,” LXVII corrected. “They are giving themselves to you.”

“I guess,” Clitoria mumbled and moved to look out the window. “But I still prefer sex with someone I care about than just any random person.”

“Then separate in your mind sex as a duty and sex as a pleasure. That’s how I managed to produce your mother. When doing it as your duty, if you can enjoy it that’s great, but if you don’t, well, it’s just your duty. Then on the other side, there’s having sex with someone you have honest feelings for. You will spend much more of your life on the fun side than you will on the duty side.”

“I guess,” Clitoria repeated. “But right now there is only one person I have honest feelings for when it comes to sex. You.”

“Which is normal when you have only had sex with one person. Trust me, my child, as your experience grows, your potential list of partners will expand as well.”

“I guess,” Clitoria said, for the third time, and the room lapsed into silence.

As the hour of the Priming ceremony approached, Clitoria bathed and donned the purple-and-white robe she was required to wear. Her grandmother wore a similar robe except hers was black-and-purple.

As she was affixing the belt of her robe, LXVII turned to Clitoria.

“I am sure you have read the official documents describing the steps of the Priming ceremony, correct?”

“Sure,” Clitoria said. “All the living queens, and portraits of all the deceased queens, are staged in the assembly hall. You will present me to my mother. She and I will review the knights – though details are sketchy as to what that means – then I give my mother’s Prime my robe, standing naked in front of the assembly. Then the queen would take one of my hands, the Prime would take the other, and we will go into the queen’s chambers for one hour. At the end of the hour, we return to the throne room, the Prime gives me back my robe, the assembly claps, and then everyone disperses to prepare for the festival and bonfire tomorrow. Simple, at least that’s what is in the official ceremony order. The minutes and notes from previous ceremonies are restricted to only the queen and prior queens. I’m not sure why, but I haven’t been able to access them.”

“There is a reason for that,” LXVII said, opening the door to the hallway and taking her granddaughters hand, beginning the walk to the assembly chamber.

“Why is that?”

“You will soon see, but all I am allowed to say is this. As a queen, you are the figurehead. When things go well in the queendom, you are lauded and praised. But when things go bad, you are hated and reviled. You have spent your entire life preparing for the good times, now you are to be prepared for the bad.”

Clitoria stopped in her tracks. “Are you saying I am to be hurt or humiliated?”

“My dear child,” LXVII said. “We will never hurt you.” She kissed Clitoria on her forehead.

“What about humiliate me?” Clitoria said, still standing stock still.

“Come, my dear, the time is almost here,” LXVII evaded, and pulled Clitoria down the hall.

As they approached the assembly chamber they could hear the chatter inside. LXVII stopped just outside the door and peered inside. Over her shoulder, Clitoria could see her mother, dressed in a bright red robe standing at the far end of the chamber. Beyond her, were several tiers where the queens sat. In the lowest tier were her great-grandmother, Vaginella LXVI (aged 76), her great-great-grandmother LXV (aged 94), and her great-great-great-grandmother LXIV (aged 115). The tiers above them held nude portraits of Queen Vaginellas II through LXIII. At the very topmost tier stood a huge portrait of the queendom’s founder, Vaginella I, in all her naked glory.

They were all here to witness her priming, if not in body at least in spirit. One day she herself would sit here and witness her own daughter be Primed. And someday she would be nothing but another portrait in the tiers as future queens went through the ceremony.

It was a humbling, overwhelming feeling to look on the portraits of the prior queens and know she was next in line. And she remained nervous after her conversation a moment ago with LXVII.

Her mother turned in their direction and saw Clitoria and her grandmother standing in the doorway.

“They’re here,” Vaginella said. “Let’s get started.” She turned and gestured to the page standing by the door. A trumpet sounded, and LXVII took Clitoria’s hand and led her to the floor in the center of the chamber.

When they reached the center, they paused. Vaginella, her scarlet robe cascading around her, approached her daughter. She kissed her once on the forehead, once on each cheek, then one final long, soft kiss on her lips, then turned to the assembly of queens before them.

“My ladies, she is ready,” was all she said.

A trumpet sounded again, and door at the far end of the chamber opened. There were twelve belted knights under the queen, plus one who was Prime. The knights now streamed in, Sir Laysalot in the lead. The knights did not wear metal armor for the ceremony, but were dressed in black robes similar to those that all the rest of the participants in the ceremony wore.

The knights formed a row to the right of the dais where the former queens sat, standing at attention. Having just returned from a cockathrice hunt less than 24 hours before, the knights were at full attention, the front of their robes bulging with their erections from too much exposure to cockathrice blood.

Sir Laysalot turned to Clitoria and held out his hand.

“Give him your robe,” LXVII whispered.

“But I thought we inspected the knights first,” said Clitoria.

“First you give him your robe.”

“That not what the ceremony order says…”

“Is there a problem?” asked Vaginella curtly.

Clitoria turned, about to shoot back a sharp retort, but LXVII interceded.

“No problem, your majesty,” she said. She and Clitoria locked eyes for a moment, then the princess shook her head and unbuckled her belt, allowing her purple robe to open. LXVII pulled it off her shoulders and handed it to Laysalot.

Clitoria now stood nude in front of the assembly. The insults began.

“She’s barely got any ass!” called out LXVI.

“Those titties couldn’t suckle a rat’s babe let alone a future queen!” cried LXIII.

“Is there even a pussy down there? All I see is a notch I couldn’t get even get a screwdriver into! A knight’s cock would split that girl open! And birthing a babe would be the death of her!” shouted LXV.

The insults rained down on Clitoria. She felt her face turning red and tears welling up in her eyes. She turned to LXVII, still standing beside her.

“Ignore them, child. You will face worse as queen.”

“Let the knights at her,” one of the former queens called. “They’ll make a woman out of her.”

At this, Vaginella held up her hand and silence descended on the chamber. She slowly unbuckled her own robe’s belt and pulled off the scarlet raiment. Beneath, she wore red leather thigh-high boots and a dazzling array of body jewelry that almost covered her from her neck to her thighs. Nipple rings, necklaces, armbands, chokers, a net of jewels about her waist, an endless display of gold, silver, and gems. It made Clitoria catch her breath.

Vaginella removed her robe and handed it to Laysalot, who passed both Clitoria’s and her mother’s robes to the page. Vaginella turned to LXVII, who also disrobed and handed her robe to the page as well.

“Are you ready to inspect the knights?” asked Vaginella.

Clitoria was still stinging with the harsh words of her forebears and was staring darts at the dais where they sat, her face beaming defiance even as her cheeks were still wet with tears. LXVII put her arms around her shoulders.

“Pay them no mind,” her grandmother whispered in her ear. “It is their job to humiliate you now, so you may be a stronger queen later. Let it roll off your back. Turn your thoughts to what you are told to do next.”

Clitoria nodded. She turned to her mother.

“I am ready,” she said.

Vaginella took her daughter’s hand and led her to the far end of the line. The first knight in line was young, he looked no more than twenty one or twenty two. He was the newest knight in the kingdom.

Vaginella stood by his side, reached down and unbuckled his robe, pulling it off him and tossing it to the floor behind him. The young knight stood stock still, his eyes facing forward, his arms rigid at his side. His chest muscles were sinewy and hard as he held himself at attention. He looked almost more nervous and uncomfortable than Clitoria. But as with all the knights, his overdose of cockathrice blood the prior day had led to a throbbing erection the moment he got any where near any woman. And the fact that there were now three generations of beautiful women standing in front of him meant he had a large, purple, pulsating cock sticking out in front of him, with a hint of pre-come starting to dribble from the tip.

Vaginella turned to Clitoria.

“Kneel,” she commanded.

“I will not kneel before a knight. They shall kneel before me!” spat back Clitoria.

“For the next twelve days, I am still the queen, and you shall kneel before me when I command you. Now kneel!”

Tears threatened to well up in Clitoria’s eyes, but she fought them back and knelt as she was commanded. Vaginella pulled her naked daughter so that her face was positioned directly in front of the end of the knight’s purple cock. Clitoria felt LXVII’s hand on her shoulder, calming her.

“Knight, state your name,” Vaginella said.

“I am Sir Jonas, Your Majesty” said the knight, his eyes still staring straight ahead.

“Thank you for your service to the queendom, Sir Jonas,” Vaginella said. “You have the honor of being the first to be reviewed by the new queen.”

Vaginella pressed her bejeweled body against the side of the knight, her lips just an inch from his ear, her breasts against his arm, her thigh rubbing the back of his leg. She ran a hand down his chiseled chest, tickling his nipples, then moving past his navel to his pulsating cock.

“Are you ready?” she asked the knight.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

“Very good. Daughter, open your mouth.”

Clitoria wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she complied, opening her lips. Behind her, LXVII gently guided her face so her open mouth was next to the end of the knight’s cock.

Vaginella ran her hand up the shaft of the knight’s erection, first teasing it lightly with her finger tips. She reached between her legs, moistened her hand with her own arousal, and used that as a lubricant as she stroked the knight’s cock.

The knight’s breath came faster. Dribbles of pre-come slipped from his cock, mixing with the queen’s juices and adding to the slick mixture that coated his member. Clitoria stared nervously at the tip of the cock, seeing the purple head swell, the aperture at the tip expanding, readying to release its burden.

Clitoria watched as the knight’s balls tightened and suddenly a thick shot of pearly semen erupted from the tip and went straight into Clitoria’s mouth. She spat it out and tried to pull back but LXVII held her head tight, preventing her from moving as load after thick load of semen poured over her face.

“Open your mouth,” commanded Vaginella. “And swallow it!”

Clitoria glared at her mother defiantly as come dribbled down her chin and across her small, pert breasts.

“Do as your queen commands!” her mother called. Without taking her eyes off of her mother’s she swallowed and opened her mouth, taking the last couple of pulses from the knight’s cock into her mouth and swallowing them.

Vaginella lifted her hand from the knight’s cock and then turned and kissed him on the lips.

“Thank you sir knight, you are excused,” she said. The knight took his robe and exited the chamber silently, a few drops of semen still dribbling from his cock tip.

“Next knight!” called Vaginella. LXVII guided Clitoria so she was positioned in front of the knight as he disrobed and his thick, veiny shaft hovered in front of her.

“Now, daughter, you know what is expected” Vaginella said. “Do as you have been commanded.”

Vaginella repeated the performance with the next knight. She pressed herself against him, used her own juices to lubricate his cock, and shot his load into Clitoria’s waiting mouth.

Clitoria herself had never felt more humiliated and used. She was taking the names of each of the knights in her head and planning her revenge on them once she was queen. This would not stand. This could not be tolerated. This was not how you treated a queen.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a fresh load of come that poured into her mouth and across her face, a shot hitting her in the eye and making her groan.

One-by-one she made her way down the row of knights, with each one unloosing their load into Clitoria’s mouth. The Princess had no trouble with the taste – she had heard of some girls gagging the first time they tasted come, but she enjoyed the feel of the slick, slimy substance slipping down her throat when she swallowed. She just would have liked it a lot more if she had control over the situation.

Once she was queen, she would show these fuckers. She would make every one of them bow before her and lick every drop of pussy juice from snatch personally, one at a time. They would pay. They would be her sex slaves until the day she died. She cursed each one of them in turn.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last knight in the line had been satisfied and was dismissed and Clitoria now knelt before Sir Laysalot, her mother’s Prime. Clitoria’s face was coated with a thick layer of creamy juice.

Vaginella sauntered up to stand beside Sir Laysalot.

“Sir Knight, is the queen-to-be ready for the Priming?” she asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Sir Laysalot replied. “She has learned her lesson well.”

Sir Laysalot dropped his robe and stood nude before the kneeling Clitoria. Dutifully, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, hovering in front of Laysalot hard cock, waiting for the onslaught of semen she knew was coming.

“Arise, young Princess Clitoria,” Laysalot intoned.

Clitoria’s eyes popped open and she gazed up at the knight.

“Arise?” she stammered.

Vaginella and LXVII reached under her arms and helped her to her feet. Vaginella pulled her daughter’s face towards hers, bending it slightly forward and slowly licking off the globs of semen that clung to the younger woman’s face. She worked her tongue across Clitoria’s cheeks, her lips, her forehead, her eyes and nose. Then she made her way down her chin, across her neck, and licked the come streamers that had run down the Princess’s small chest and stomach. The queen spent a moment kissing her daughter’s breasts and flicking her tongue across her tiny nipples, before giving Clitoria a long, deep passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, the remnants of semen exchanging between their mouths.

Finally Vaginella pulled back, a single streamer of a saliva/semen mixture stretching out between their mouths before breaking and dribbling across their chins.

“Never again, Princess, will anyone treat you that way,” Vaginella said. “But you must always remember, your knights are here to serve you, but you as their queen are here to serve them as well. Do not take their sacrifices lightly. Do you understand?”

Clitoria nodded.

Vaginella turned to LXVII.

“Your Former Majesty. Have you verified the Princess is not a virgin?” Vaginella asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” LXVII replied.

“Very good.”

Vaginella turned to the former queens in attendance. “If it pleases the assembly, we will retire to my chambers, to return here in one hour exactly.”

The former queens nodded.

Vaginella then took one of Clitoria’s hands, Sir Laysalot took the other, and they exited the chamber.

Clitoria found she no longer cared that she wore nothing.

When they reached the queen’s chambers, Vaginella poured them all a glass of wine.

“So this is where you teach me how a queen is to be satisfied, correct?” asked Clitoria.

“If you wish,” Laysalot said. “But if left to your own devices, I am sure you will figure out how you want to be satisfied on your own. Every woman is different.”

Vaginella took a sip of her wine.

“Or, if you wish, we can relax for an hour before we go back into the chamber,” she said. “Or we can answer any questions you may have about Primes, or being queen, or anything like that.”

“You seem pretty relaxed, all things considered,” Clitoria said.

“I am relaxed because I wasn’t sure how you would react to that ceremony. The last thing I needed was you to balk. I am ready to turn this whole queen gig over to you, Miss Soon-to-be-Vaginella LXIX. Now that’s done, I can relax. In less than two weeks I join the council and you become the new figurehead.”

Clitoria nodded and turned to Laysalot.

“And you, you give sage advice,” she said. “I had always thought of you as a conceited ass more interested in his sexual prowess than anything else.”

The Prime laughed. “I am a conceited ass, and as Prime, and am most interested in my sexual prowess. And who better than I to tell you that your sexual taste is yours to discover?”

“Well spoken. So tell me,” she said. “How do I choose a Prime. I haven’t ***********ed one yet.”

Vaginella smiled. “You still haven’t made a choice? You could pick someone at random, or you could just continue with the current Prime – though you would have to fight me for him – or you can do something unexpected.”

“Unexpected?” asked Clitoria.

“Did anyone ever tell you how your great-grandmother chose her Prime?”

“Wait, isn’t my great-grandmother the one who killed that guy with her blowjobs?”

“The same. Let me tell you the story…”

And she did. And Clitoria liked the idea, with a couple of modifications to suit her own ends.

The three of them drank the bottle of wine, started another, had a drunk, sloppy threesome. Clitoria and her mother were sharing the second load from Laysalot’s cock when a page arrived. He had been sent to summon them back to the chambers two hours late to finish the ceremony because they had lost track of time.

Clitoria and Vaginella did their duties, then spent the rest of the day wandering the castle and grounds naked and drunk, singing, laughing, and pleasuring each other where ever they chose. It seems that was another tradition that never quite made it into the official ceremony records…

PART III

Princess Clitoria awoke to a knocking on the door. She rolled over in bed and bumped into a warm body – a warm female body. She opened her eyes. She was in the queen’s chamber and was in bed naked with the queen, meaning her mother.

Surprisingly she wasn’t as hung over as she had been the previous morning, but there was still a little bit of a lingering headache. And she definitely could remember wandering about the castle the night before with her mother, drunk, naked, and horny.

The door opened and LXVII entered, a maid trailing carrying two steaming mugs of tea.

“God, give me that tea,” Clitoria said. “It’s going to take a couple cups of that, some food, and a solid fuck before I feel human again.”

“For a girl who wasn’t sure she could have sex with someone she didn’t care for, you seem to be making up for lost time,” LXVII said, handing her the mug of tea.

Next to her in bed, Vaginella stirred, then propped herself up one elbow.

“You, my daughter, are a fast learner,” she said, reaching for the other cup of tea.

“I had a good teacher,” Clitoria responded, looking up at LXVII, who smiled.

“I didn’t know you still cared about who you slept with,” LXVII said.

“I do care, and I care about who I make Prime. The only people I have slept with so far, besides the Priming, are you and my mother. I care deeply for you, as you know, and I love my mother too, despite the fact that she acts like a slutty, catty bitch sometimes.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” said Vaginella, who kissed her daughter on the lips, then pinched her nipple hard enough to make Clitoria wince.

“What time is it?” Vaginella asked.

“It’s almost noon. The three of us are due to light the bonfire at 4:00 so we wanted to give you a few hours to pull yourselves together, bathe, and so forth.”

“Thank you,” Clitoria said. “How about if we all go naked?”

“I’m down with that,” said Vaginella.

“I am too,” said LXVII. “But tradition requires that we wear the robes we wore to Priming to the lighting of the bonfire. After that, we can wear whatever we want.”

“I think our robes have, um, stains on them,” Clitoria giggled.

“It’s the day after Priming,” LXVII shot back. “Clean robes would be considered a bad omen. Stained robes are a blessing.”

“Okay, so semen-stained robes are a go, and naked after we light the fire. Check,” Vaginella offered. “But we still have time for breakfast and a threesome before we have to clean up.”

“Why would I have a threesome with you two,” LXVII said. “The whole room smells like stale wine, sweat, and fish.”

“You’re a lesbian,” Vaginella said. “That’s how you like it.”

“True,” said LXVII. “You got me there.”

And so it came to pass that shortly before 4:00 the three of them – well fucked, well bathed, and wearing stained garments – mounted a stage set up beside a massive pile of wood that looked like it would burn for a week. In fact, the bonfire would be kept burning until the actual coronation eleven days later.

The queen was handed a torch by the mayor of the village and she passed it to LXVII, who passed it to Clitoria, who tossed it onto the pyre. She didn’t know what they had soaked the wood with, but it went up instantly in a roaring flame that shot almost thirty feet in the air.

The assembled crowd roared their approval.

The queen approached the edge of the dais and spoke to the crowd.

“My citizens, today is the day our soon-to-be-queen, Princess Clitoria, announces who her new Prime will be. For this ceremony, I would like to ask the twelve knights who are not currently Prime to join us on the stage.” She gestured for the knights, who were standing in full armor at attention at the foot of the dais to join them, and they climbed up and stood in a row. Sir Laysalot remained at the foot of the dais, but smiled up at them.

“Thank you, sirs. Now, I believe the Princess has a question she would like to ask each of you.”

Clitoria, who was now sweating profusely from the heat of the bonfire just a few feet behind her, rose. She unbuckled the belt on her robe and tossed it to the floor of the stage, and now stood before the knights and the crowd wearing only an assortment of the jewelry that her mother had worn to her Priming the day before. She approached the knights.

“Sir Knights, I have a question for you, and I will ask each of you to answer in turn. The question is this:

“When I am queen, I shall give my Prime an allotment of 500 gold a month to execute a program of his design and implementation to improve the circumstances of the queendom. If you were to be made Prime what would be your program?

“Now,” she continued. “I know I am dropping this on you all of a sudden, so I will give you five minutes to think about it.”

She returned to her seat and sat down between her mother and grandmother. There was a long and uncomfortable pause as the crowd processed what she had just said, and the knights tried to sort out exactly what was being asked. A couple of them raised their hands with questions which Clitoria answered.

Clitoria stood up at the end of five minutes and stood before the knights.

“Now, good knights, there is one thing I forgot to mention. Before you each answer my question, you must disrobe.”

A stir ran through the knights.

“Your Majesty, begging your pardon,” one night said. “But did you say disrobe? As in get naked?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. You had no problem with getting naked yesterday and shooting your load in my face. Why the hesitation now?”

The knight bowed gracefully and began to pull off his armor. From below in front of the stage, Clitoria could hear the sound of Sir Laysalot laughing.

The knights were still under the influence of too much cockathrice blood and the sight of the naked Princess, as well as her naked mother and grandmother who had also disrobed under the heat of the bonfire, had brought them all to full attention, and a row of thick, hard cocks stood out in front of Clitoria.

She started at the head of the line, where the oldest most grizzled veteran knights stood. She stood next to the first in line, pressing her body against him as her mother had done the day before. She ran her hand down his stomach to his cock and began slowly stroking it.

“So, tell me good knight, what your program would be for the good of the queendom?”

“I would spend all of it on providing our beloved queen with the best cock money can buy!” he said with a snotty sneer.

Clitoria shook her head. “No thanks, you’re dismissed. Get dressed and go join Sir Laysalot at the foot of the dais.

She repeated this performance eleven more times. Of the twelve knights, six gave snide or cocky answers, and they were sent back down to guard duty. One had no answer and was also dismissed. The remaining five all had intriguing responses. Two had ideas for improving the security of the roads against highwaymen, one wanted to provide food for the hungry, one had a plan for reducing the cockathrice population, and the last – the young man who had been first in line at her Priming and had looked so uncomfortable – he said he had become a knight because if he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to provide for his baby sister who had been left alone when his parents perished, so he wanted to improve the care for orphans.

All of these five men seemed sincere, and they all spoke kindly and respectfully. Clitoria knew whichever she choose, she could respect and honor as her Prime. So in the end, among the five, there was only one deciding factor.

Clitoria picked up her robe from her seat and sauntered out in front of the five remaining knights.

“So it is down to five,” she said, looking them over, taking in their bodies, and their cocks that were still pointing upwards in front of them. She tossed her robe down on the dais before her, and knelt atop it on all fours

“You there,” she said, nodding to the most senior of the five knights still on the stage. “Get down here and show me what you can do. Don’t stop until you’ve shot everything you’ve got inside me. Understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” he cried. He knelt down, positioned himself behind her and went to work.

For Clitoria, who had never had a man’s cock inside of her, it was transcendental. The knight clearly had a lot of practice and it was all Clitoria could do to keep from screaming when the knight finally shot his seed inside of her.

Satisfied with his work, the knight stood up, and made as to help Clitoria to her feet, but she waved him off.

“There are four more to go,” she said, trying to exhibit far more confidence than she felt. Her knees were weak, her head was swimming, and her pussy was throbbing. She gestured to the next knight in line.

It was just like the first. Her mother had taught her knights well. Again, Clitoria was brought to a climax that made the dais shake. She stared into the bonfire in front of her, feeling its warmth while at the other end, she felt the warmth of the second knight’s seed pouring into her body.

She gave a little groan as the second knight rose. She gestured to the third, who repeated the performance, and then to the fourth, who also left her shaking.

Finally, the fifth knight, the young man who had looked so nervous at the Priming and who said he had become a knight to take care of his baby sister. Clitoria gestured at him, steeling her nerves for another round of soul-crushing orgasms.

He climbed down and positioned himself behind her, but did not penetrate her.

“Um, Your Majesty?” he whispered.

“Yes?” said Clitoria, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“Um, there is no need to go through with this. I know I can not compete with the other knights. I have only been a knight a couple of weeks. Your Priming was the first time I had any sex at all with your mother. She has far more experienced knights than I who can satisfy her – and you.”

Clitoria turned to the knight and knelt facing him.

“Are you a virgin?” she asked.

“I was until your mother stroked me into your mouth yesterday,” he said. “So as a Prime, I could never satisfy your royal needs the way these other knights can.”

Clitoria smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips.

“48 hours ago, I, too, was a virgin. You and I can learn together, my Prime.”

She turned back around on all fours.

“Do your best,” she said over her shoulder. “You will get better with time. We will both get better with time.”

She closed her eyes and felt as the young knight clumsily slipped his cock inside of her.

So that day it was announced that the youngest knight was to be the new queen’s Prime, something that was both surprised and celebrated.

Eleven days later, one month after Princess Clitoria’s eighteenth birthday, she became Queen Vaginella LXIX, and that young fair-haired knight her Prime. The former Vaginella, or LXVIII, as she now became commonly known, took her rightful place on the royal council of former queens.

Nine months after the bonfire, the new queen gave birth to the new Princess Clitoria, who would one day be installed as LXX, carrying the legacy forward.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY (AND HORNILY) EVER AFTER.

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