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The Burrow, a ramshackle house just outside Ottery St. Catchpole, it’s seven floors, hastily stacked on top of each other, bits sticking out haphazardly all over the place.
Muggles that saw it would swear, jokingly, that it was held together by magic. Wizzarding folk, on the other hand, would know that that is exactly what is holding it together.

A cold biting wind flows and weaves its way around the outside of the building, as if seeking a way in, drawing a fresh flurry of snow with it, which slowly makes its way down to the ground, adding to the drifts which lay all around, the countryside blanketed in pure, unbroken fields of white.

Two figures, deeply asleep in one of the upper rooms, are oblivious to the cold whipping around them, due to both the enchantments that keep the cold out, as well as their shared body heat, from their bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace.

The girl on the left of the bed, the youngest of the pair is sleeping with her face inches from her companion’s, her hands clasped in front of her chest, as if in prayer, her normally neat, straight red hair, now splayed out on the pillow, forming a deep crimson halo, encircling her head.
Wrapped around her, ensuring that their bodies stay connected during the night, are a pair of long, supple arms, clasped together just level with the base of her spine.

Their bodies are touching in the way of people completely at ease with the idea of physical intimacy, be it sexual or comforting: legs intertwined, snaking around the others so much so that you cannot tell where one begins and another ends; torsos, from navel to breasts, completely in contact with the other.

One of the figures shifts slightly, her legs tightening, pulling the other against her more tightly, breasts touching a little more firmly.

Neither figure stirs however, remaining sound asleep, safe and comfortable with each other.
Until a knock at the bedrooms door shatters the silence, drawing the red-head awake.
With a groan, she glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece, struggling to make out the numbers on the dial through the early morning light.
Course she could have used her wand, a simple Lumos spell would have given her enough light to see by, but that would mean leaving the warmth of the bed and her companion to get it from the table beside her bed. Of course, she has the feeling that she will have to leave it soon enough anyway, but she doesn’t want to think about that yet. Not yet.

She groans again, as she makes out the hands position. Eight o clock.
Eight o clock on a Saturday morning. Far too early.

I call out anyway, figuring that it could only one person at this hour.

“Come in, mum.”

The door creaks open, and, as I’d guessed, my mother walks in.
She’s already dressed, few layers though, so she is obviously planning to spend the next few hours inside, so she’s probably going to ask me to do a few errands for her, most likely outside, in the cold.

I’m right again.
I listen as she speaks, listing the things she needs help with.
Could have been worse, I decide. Just a quick trip down to Ottery, pick up a few essentials, then head back.

I don’t mind being asked. I’m really the only one she can ask. What with Dad and Percy at work at the Ministry most of the day, helping to sort out the chaos caused by Voldemort’s take over and Fred and George busy with their shop in Diagon Alley.
She’d never think of asking Harry, even if he was here. But he’s not arriving until later today.
She could ask Ron of course, if she doesn’t mind hearing my brother gripe about it for the rest of the day.
No, it is just much easier for her to ask me.

As she leaves, I have to face a difficult task.

“Hermione.” I whisper in her, shaking her shoulder gently. “Hermione, time to get up.”

Slowly, she stirs, but instead of getting up, she turns over, burying her face in the soft pillow, her chestnut hair, thick and bushy, hiding her from me.

“Urrgh. Gin, it’s too early.”

“I know, but mom’s making breakfast for us, then I have to run a few errands. You could come with me. Hit the shops, grab a coffee somewhere.”

He turns back over, her eyes, a little darker than her hair, meet with my bright green ones. Her eyes capture me, always have and always will.
She might think that they are plain, dull. Not me. Her eyes, like the rest of her, are beautiful. At first glance, they are simply solid brown, but as I look closer, I can see strands of three different shades laced into them. I’ve often thought that’s like Hermione all over. Most people only take a quick look, only see the plain package, not what lies deeper in it.
Like those who only see a bookworm. They can’t see the strong, brave, caring woman that is at the very core of her. They can’t see the real Hermione, the Hermione I fell in love with. The Hermione that loves me.

She sits up, not breaking eye contact.
“Sure. What’s it like outside?”

I toss the covers aside, reluctantly. The room, despite its heating, still feels a little cold after the warmth of the bed. Good thing I’ve got warm clothes on, then. Both Hermione and I like thick pyjamas during winter, usually a heavy shirt and trousers. If it gets really cold, I’ll put a thick nightdress over that.

Today, though, I’ve gone for plain black, heavy cotton shirt and trousers. Grabbing a jumper from my chest of drawers, my favourite one from a few Christmases ago, pink with a my name in white letters across the chest, I slip my slippers onto my feet.
Despite the spells that keep the cold out, parts of the house can be freezing if they aren’t heated. The floors, first thing in the morning, can be like walking on blocks of ice.

I pull the curtains aside, revealing the white vista.

“Hey,” I grin, taking in the sight before me, “It snowed again over night.”

Before we went to bed, there had just been a light covering on the ground. Now it had been replaced by deep drifts.

Hermione, as used to this house as I am, given all the winters, and summers, she has spent here, has dressed appropriately with deep blue dressing gown over her grey sweatshirt and jogging bottoms. Fluffy socks, grey as well, are keeping her feet warm. She slides alongside me, linking her arms around my waist, as we both stare out of the window, taking in the magical view.

Down in the kitchen, Mrs Weasley gives us both a kiss on the cheek, before directing us to the table.
As we take our seats, I notice that Ron isn’t here. I share a look with Ginny, her brother is definitely not a morning person.
If Mrs Weasley didn’t drag him about of bed almost every morning, he’d probably be in there till gone midday.
Speak of the devil, she places a plate of sausages, fried bread, mushrooms, scrambled egg and fried potatoes in front of each of us, before stamping back upstairs, obviously intent on making good on that.
Ignoring that, we both tuck in.

“So,” I ask, pausing with a forkful of egg halfway to my mouth, “What does your mum want you to pick up?”

Ginny shrugs, “Just a couple of things for Christmas dinner. Not a lot. We’ve got ages until Harry gets here, so we can take our time, really.”

I finish my breakfast, stacking both mine and Ginny’s plates in the sink, before returning to her. Not returning to my seat, but joining her on hers. Or rather, in her lap, sitting across her legs, my arms draped around her shoulders.
I lean in, my head moving so that my lips almost touch hers, “I can think of a way to kill some time.”

Ginny’s smirking a little, I can hear it in her voice, even if I can’t see her mouth, “Oh, really? What did you have in mind?”

She tries to act so innocent, and she does have an innocent face, so sweet and open, but she knows what I’m thinking. She’s probably thinking the same things. I know she is, I can hear her breathing quickening, as images run through her mind.

My voice drops a little deeper, a little more seductive, “Oh, I don’t know. A quiet corner somewhere, just you, me, a nice roaring fire. Warm, very warm. You might not need all those layers you’d have to put on.”

I don’t know what’s in Ginny’s head, but if her soft moan is any indication, she’s enjoying it very much. I do know that I like what my mind s eye sees.

“Mmmm. That sounds good. But…”

Whatever Ginny had been about to say, I never find out.

“OI. Must you two do that.”

“Good morning, Ron.” I say, without having to turn around to see who is speaking. Even though we ended our relationship on good terms, we both agreed it wasn’t working, he still gets bent out of shape a little by me being with Ginny. I remember how he was in our sixth year, when any boy so much as looked at her. I guess the same applies to a girl. Maybe ’cause she’s his sister. I don’t know. It doesn’t bother us. Doesn’t stop Ginny using it as an excuse to tease him a bit.

“Oh, yeah? What about you, when Lavender visited last month? You couldn’t keep your hands, or should I say your face, off her. Every time, I walk into a room, there you are, glued at the lips.”

She stands so quickly, that I have to jump up to prevent myself from failing over. Grabbing my hand, she drags me out of the room, before can come up with a retort, leaving him red-faced and embarrassed.

Hearing mum moving about above us, I shout up that we’ll grab a quick shower before going out. Entering the bathroom, I lock the door behind me.
Hermione, having already undressed, is standing under the shower head, slicking her hair back, before working a handful of shampoo into it.

As much as I’d love to be under there with her, our shower is mounted over one end of the bathtub and there isn’t really room for 2 people to fit under the spray.

Still I content myself with the knowledge, as my clothes join hers on the floor, that we’ll have plenty of time for that later.
And with my little fantasy that it’s my hands running over her body, as well as the water.

As soon as she finishes, I take her place, giving my hair the same treatment, as Hermione towels herself off. It doesn’t take as long for me. My hair doesn’t get as tangled as Hermione’s does during the night.

Rinsing the last traces of the suds from my head, I shut off the spray, stepping out into the towel Hermione is holding up for me. Now dry, we return to my room, dressing for the cold we know to expect.
Layers of clothing is the key, nothing too thick, but not too thin either.
Underwear not included, we are each wearing a jeans, T-shirt and a sweatshirt, plus a Hogwarts jumper each, black with our House badge on the right breast, that of a gold lion on a red shield.
The house feels uncomfortably warm now, but we’ll need all this when we get outside, and more.
So on top of that we add scarves, gloves, hats and coats, blue for Hermione, deep green for me. The coats are fur lined, for that extra bit of warmth.

Molly comes down to see us off, fusing over our clothes; checking we have our scarves, fastening coats a little higher around the collars.

“Geroff, mum.” Ginny complains, as Molly pulls her hat down so it covers her ears. She never likes it when her mother fusses.
Neither of us can really blame her. Not after what happened over the previous year, all the people that were killed, or nearly killed, or could have been killed. Ginny and I included.

Now satisfied that we are wrapped up warmly enough, she bustles us out.
The snow, even here right next to the house, comes up over my ankles, making me glad that we both agreed to Molly’s suggestion that we take our wellingtons, instead of regular shoes. They would have been soaked through before we had even gone any distance.

The fresh snow crunches under out feet. No other people have come this way, so the surface of the snow has not been disturbed.
It always feels a shame to have to trek through it, but there will be more snow over night.
When it snows at the Burrow, it’s never a one off event, usually we get snow for a least a week.

The wind is bitingly cold, I can feel my cheeks going red. As red as Ginny’s look.
I extend my left arm and she slides under it, letting me wrap it around her, as much so that I can have an excuse to cuddle her, as to keep her warm. I don’t think she’d object to either reason, as her right arm attaches itself to my waist.

We trek along at a leisurely pace, just listening to the sounds around us. Most couples, I think, would feel the need to try and find something to talk about, just to have something to talk about.
Not us though, if we have something to say, then we say it. If not, we prefer to lose ourselves in the presence of the other, simply enjoying the fact that she is there.

This comfortable silence continues until we actually reach Ottery , quickly grabbing the items we need; just some vegetables. What’s Christmas dinner without spuds, parsnips, carrots and sprouts anyway. Mum likes to get them as close as possible to the day, so they are as fresh as can be. I grab Hermione’s arm suddenly, as an idea pops into my head.
“Hey, Hermione, do you want to take a walk somewhere? I know this great place.”

“But doesn’t your mother want us back soon?”

“Nah, its fine. Come on.” Ginny maintains her grip on my arm, as she walks away, dragging me with her.

If I thought the view from Ginny’s room was spectacular, the one she has led me to is even better.

A scene almost right off the front of a Christmas card stretches out in front of us. We stand at the top of a hill, a landscape before us, covered in snow. The fields, both crops and grassland, are covered in deep drifts. The trees and bushes have a light dusting on their tops, almost like someone has sprinkled icing sugar over them.

Suddenly, something cold and wet hits my neck, bits of whatever it was falling down my collar. I think I know what it was though. I turn to Ginny, her right hand extended in front of her, her glove covered in small white flecks.
She is grinning. She seems to be pleased with herself.

I let a grin of my own slide across my face, watching hers falter.
She probably expects me to throw a snowball back at her.
I don’t. I run at her, instead. But those Quidditch reflexes of hers, damn them, kick in and she dodges away from me. I don’t let that stop me, as I tear after her. She has to work through the drifts, while I can follow the path she has already made. It is this difference that allows me to close the gap quickly, diving at her as I get near enough.
My arms wrap around her waist as she turns, trying to dodge away from me again, my face pressed into her chest. Sadly, neither of us notices the edge behind her. Her foot slips, then the other and we go tumbling down, rolling over and over, until we come to rest against a large snowdrift at the bottom.
She’s laughing, as am I, so she must be okay, but I ask anyway.
“Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah. A few bumps maybe.”
I sigh. I had been a little concerned. I could say how relieved I am. But, with the sudden proximity to her and the combined adrenaline and relief flooding through me, my body kinda reacts on its own. My lips brush hers, gently at first, then more deeply, as my eyes close, letting me concentrate only on the kiss. I know that Ginny will have done the same. I notice nothing else, not the wind whistling around us, not the cold biting at my nose, not the snow hitting my face.

My eyes snap open , as I realise what I’m feeling. The snow is falling again, much more heavily this time.
My coat and hat are already covered with flakes. We have to get back home, now. I stand, pulling Ginny to her feet and together we run.

The snow is really, really coming down now. We’ve never been out in a blizzard and hope never to be, but this must be similar to what it’s like. We can hardly see, just flakes flying in front of our eyes.

The Burrow is almost a blur, just a large black shape, but we’ve never been so glad to see it.

Pushing the door open, we hurry inside, not really looking where we are going. I collide with someone’s back, as Hermione slams the door, keeping the snow and cold out.

I catch a glimpse of black hair, meaning that it can only person.

Shaking the worst of the snow off me, I pull him into a hug, as he turns around.
“Harry, did you just get here?”

He shakes his head, Hermione takes my place, hugging him as well, “No. I got here a few minutes after you left, actually. Molly said I just missed you.”

As he said that, mum appears, following Harry out of the kitchen.

“Welcome back girls. Looks like you got back just in time.”

She takes a quick look outside, as I hand her the bag we had taken turns carrying back, where the blizzard is continuing in all its fury.

“Ron’s upstairs, I’ve got him cleaning his room, since you’ll have to share it, Harry. But you three go into the sitting room. Your father has just left work. He’s going to meet Fred and George, then head back here.”

The sitting room is, like the rest of the house, filled with Christmas decorations.

Tinsel around the walls, and across the ceiling, a bright mix of red, gold and silver.

The central point of the decoration is the Christmas tree. Fred and George brought this one from a dealer in London and had it shipped down here. The tree is enchanted, nestled amongst the baubles and tiny snowflakes, made of pure crystal, are points of light, not sitting on the tree, but floating around it. They flicker, either winking in and out of existence or changing colour.

A incredibly detailed star sits on the top, traced with stars and moons, cast of what looks like gold. Not gold plated, or gold coloured, but actually made of solid gold.

The curtains are drawn, blocking out all of the natural light. The lighting being provided by a score of candles dotted around the edge of the room.
This, coupled with the roaring fire, gives the room a comforting warmth.

Hermione takes one of the arm chairs around the tree, her arms wrapping around me, as I settle into her lap.

Harry takes the sofa on the back wall, stretching out along it. He glances at us, a small smile touching his lips. He’s never reacted the same way Ron does, even though we dated a bit, before he and Cho got together. Unlike Ron, he’s actually openly happy for us.

As I sit here, my mind wanders back to the things Hermione said earlier, about a nice roaring fire, a quiet place and layers of clothes, or lack of. The kiss we shared, back at the hilltop, still feels fresh on my lips, and in my mind, along with thoughts of where it could have led.

The image of Hermione slowly pulling my shirt over my head is hard to ignore and I feel a sudden rush of warmth in my body, very low in my body. I’d like to continue what we started, but with Harry here, I really can’t do anything about it.
As comfortable as he is with me and Hermione, I’m not sure how he’d react if we started making out across the room from him.

Not to mention the fact that mum is just in the next room, she might not like that either.

Hermione senses what I’m thinking somehow, maybe my breathing speed up or something. Or maybe she’s just thinking the same thing as me.
Either way, she whispers in my ear, “Later. Think of it as an early Christmas present.”

I check on Harry, his eyes are closed, I think he’s asleep, so I take a chance, whispering back.

“Really? Am I the present? Or are you my present?”

“You’re my present, of course. And I’m going to take a long time unwrapping you.”

Fred and George walk in then, whacking Harry on the foot.
He grins, as he catches sight of the twins, moving his feet so they can sit down. So, he wasn’t asleep after all. Or not very deeply, anyway.

“How’s business?”, Harry asks, sitting up, a more comfortable position that having his legs crushed against his chest.

“Manic. The place was heaving, right up ’til closing time. So many people doing last minute shopping.”

“Yeah, we almost had to hex the last few, just to get them out. I guess more people feel in the mood for a joke now that you know who is gone. Which is good for us.”

Ron, Arthur and Molly follow a few minutes later, Molly carrying a tray with seven glasses of mulled wine on it.

She hands one out to each of us, keeping the last for herself.

So we just spend the evening as a family, chatting, listening to the radio, Fred, George, Ron and Harry playing a vicious game of exploding snap. In the middle of all this, Hermione and Ginny are happy just to sit and be with each other.

We have a late supper, then decided to head to bed.
Bidding everyone goodnight, we climb the stairs, making straight for Ginny’s room.

As soon as the door is closed behind us, I lead Ginny to the bed. I kiss her neck gently once, before raising her arms above her head, pulling her shirt and sweatshirt over it in one smooth movement, tossing it away. I pop the button on Ginny’s jeans, letting her slide them down her legs and kick them away, as I unclasp her bra, getting that out of the way as well.
Leaving her standing in only her white panties, I grab the sleep shirt she had worn last night, tossing it to her. As she slips it on, I quickly strip my clothes off, throwing them to all corners of the room, until I’m in the same clothed state as Ginny, covering my body with my night shirt.

Ginny has already climbed into bed, leaving the covers down around her ankles. I slide alongside her, wrapping the covers around us. My lips find hers, gently caressing them. I feel her kiss back, her arms pressing into my back ,linking together.

Not a sexual kiss, full of urge and desire.
But a soft, intimate kiss, a physical manifestation of our love.
As we continue to kiss, breaking contact briefly, so we can breathe, I place a hand on her head, running my fingers through her hair, feeling the illustrious strands play over my skin.

Ginny’s eyes are closed, losing herself in the soft caress. Just focusing completely on the sensations flowing over her head.

I pull back, just gazing at Ginny, at her peaceful relaxed face.

Her eyes crack open, as she realises that I have stopped my caress.
Her hands find their way to my sides, pulling me back to her.
Her beautiful eyes are pleading with me to continue, as one hand moves to stroke the inside of my leg, first the right, then the left.
Her touch feels so good, that it’s hard to concentrate, but I do manage to continue my caress, tipping her head back, so my mouth can reach her neck, running up and down it with soft touches from my lips and tongue.
Ginny’s eyes have closed again, her hand still pressed against my leg, but not moving. She’s tired, I can tell.

“You should go to sleep, baby.” I whisper, as I turn onto my side, letting Ginny snuggle against me, pressing her back into me.

She keeps her eyes closed, as my hand returns its attention to her hair. Her breathing becomes slow and deep, sleep is only moments away.
I whisper in her ear again, “Merry Christmas, Ginny.”

She would reply, but she is now asleep. I can feel sleep creeping up on me, as well and I am more than happy to embrace it, as I am embracing Ginny. Happy and content, I fall asleep with her in my arms.

I awake early the next morning, the sun is only just rising, the darkness outside only broken by a thin sliver of light.

Hermione is still asleep, her arms still encircling me.
I place my hand on hers, stroking it absent mindedly, as I catch sight of the items that have been placed at the end of the bed, just a few presents, mixed together in a jumbled pile. I can see my present to Hermione sticking out of the bottom.

Mum must have dropped them in, either after we went to sleep last night or early this morning.

I grin in half concealed excitement. Since they’re here, we might as well open them.

I sit up, reaching for the pile, quickly rifling through it.
The action of breaking free of Hermione’s grip has woken her up.
Present in hand, I crawl back to her.

“Merry Christmas, Hermione.” I say, giving her a quick kiss, before handing her the small parcel.

Her eyes light up as she unwraps it, pulling the paper away from the long, black box inside.

She gently works the lid off, gasping at what she sees inside.
A new peacock feather quill. Hers is several years old and she’s been saying for the past few terms how it’s wearing out and she should really get a new one.
I wanted to get her something that she would keep with her every day, that would make her think of me. But not something decorative, I wanted something that she would use, something practical, but fun.

Hermione places the box down softly on the bed, the lid securely on again, before turning to the pile of presents herself.

I guess she is looking for my present.
She finds it, under a large, squashy parcel that I recognise as one of mums hand knitted jumpers.
She eagerly takes it, literally ripping the paper off to get at it.
The box inside is smaller than the one she gave me, short and square, like one you’d keep jewellery in.
Which is exactly what Ginny finds when she opens it.
A pendant, cast in bright, solid silver, in the shape of a seven pointed star, untarnished despite its age.
She lifts it out, letting it dangle from the chain, as she stares at it, taking in the details, particularly the runes in the centre.
A large, central rune, with a series of smaller ones around the edge.
Those ones are so small that I can’t make them out, but the larger one I can and can translate it.
It is an ancient rune, from a language that hasn’t been used for several thousand years.

Ginny can’t though, ancient runes was never her best subjects.
So I tell her it is a number, the number seven.
Her fingers trace the flowing lines, taking in this information.
For her, the seventh Weasley child, that number has its own meaning.
She’s always felt like she was the last, that she can do nothing that hasn’t been done already.
I don’t agree. The number seven is magically significant and a seventh child of a wizard family is equally significant. Most people think it’s just an old superstition, but I can’t deny my feelings that Ginny is the most special to me, out of all of her family. Her talent, her heart, it’s compassion, it’s love, even her determination and anger, are so powerful that they could almost be physical. Yes, her brothers are talented too, in their own way. Look at Fred and George, not the most academic students, but they took what they learned and made some pretty complicated magic and potions for their joke shop.
Even Ron, when he puts his mind to it, has done some difficult magic.
But Ginny could outshine them all. She’s only just begun to tap her potential.
That’s what I wanted this gift to symbolise, something to remind her of that.
I think she’s grasped the meaning, if the watery mist in her eyes is any indication. I take the chain from her hands, opening the clasp, as I place it around her neck, fastening it again, letting it hang down over her breasts.

I wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, as she turns to face me, more flow out to replace them.
But that doesn’t matter, as we kiss again. Nothing matters, the kiss consuming and blocking out all concerns. The rest of the day will be spent with the Ginny’s family, but this time, right now, these few hours, they are ours, about nothing but us. I smile, even as the kiss continues.

I think this is going to be a Merry Christmas.

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Seeing as you all gave this a gd review i wrote part 2… happy wanking!

After that hot fuck with Ian. I couldn’t keep my fingers out of my pussy… Every day and night I had my hands in my panties, slipping my fingers in and out of my dripping cunt thinking about how good Ian had been at making me cum, I never failed to send an orgasm ripping through my body…
One night as I was once again doing myself over him my phone rang, it was Amy, his ex girlfriend…
“Listen Kate I know you and Ian have this thing right now but I really need to meet with you to talk through some stuff”
I agreed but had my doubts, I mean, I didn’t wanna get my head kicked in right?
We made arrangements to meet at my house the next day…
She showed up and I couldn’t believe how sexy she was looking… I could feel my cunt grow wet just looking at her bare breasts through her thin white top..
“Hey Kate, can i come in?”
Breathless I stepped aside to let her tight little ass come into my house. She sat on the sofa and I sat next to her, sitting in a way so she could see straight up my small skirt straight into my bald fanny as I was wearing no panties…
I saw her look…
“Listen, The reason I came over today was not to talk about Ian, it was to talk about you” She said, her full lips moving seductivly as she spoke, I could feel my cunt lube up even more…
“Go on…” I said intregued
“The reason I always got so jealous about you and him isn’t because I love him.. its coz I fancy you”..
I smiled, I kind of knew that was coming. I moved closer to her, I could smell my cunt juices. and then I started to smell hers.
“Really? Coz I think your pretty hot too Amy.”
I touched her face softly with my hand and smiled as she pulled down her top to reveal her full titties. I started sucking one of her nipples straight away..
“Amy, your tits are perfec!” I sqeauled..
She giggled and moved her hand up my skit and into my cunt. feeling my juices.
I grabbed her head and shoved it in between my legs.
“FUcking lick me!” I screamed.. she seemed only to happy to oblige.
I screamed in ecstasy as her tongue lapped up all of my jucies.. Her hot ass up in the air in front of me. I shoved her face into my cunt deeper and deeper. I got out my full titties and sucked one of my nipples, my hips bucking into her beautiful face, getting every inch of it covered in my cunt juice, even some in her hair, i pulled her face out and licked it all off. Moaning as I tasted myself on her.
I grabbed a candle stick off the side of the table and pushed open her legs. I shoved it inside her tight little fanny and thrust, deep. I looked at the ecstasy on her face and started flicking my tongue over her tiny little clit. I felt her cum almost immediatly.. she squirted her hot juices all over my face and into my hair. We started kissing. sharing each others saliva in a hot array of juices. Our cunts growing moister and moister as we groaned loudly…
I slammed 2 fingers into her hot cunt and rammed her as hard as i could.. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I needed her juices all over my body.. I removed my hand and spread her juices over my titties. both our white clothes were soaked with juices, the whole room stunk of lesbian sex… I was so turned on I couldn’t even believe it. I made her lie in front of me and fuck herself with the candle stick I got out. She fucking loved it the little slut.. she loved my eyes on her hot sexy young body… I couldn’t wait to fuck that pussy again. I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed the candle stick and screwed her as hard as I could. she was moaning in agony and ecstasy and I fucking loved it. I stood over her face until she begged to let her lick my cunt hole. I sat on her face and shoved her fanny into her face, covering her hair and face with more cum as it went all over over, dripping down her neck and titties. I could hear her moaning into my cunt lips, making a humming sensation which made me cum more. I needed this all the time. I couldn’t just settle for Ian, I needed them both, at the same time…
I phoned Ian
“Get over mine right now!”
I carried on screwing Amy until he got there.. He barged into my house and became instantly erect at the sight of these 2 girls riding each others faces. I still had AMys face inside me cunt so he came over to me and slammed his cock into my mouth, I sucked harder than i’ve ever sucked cock in my whole life until he started to cum. I pulled out and let it drip down my slim stomach and into my pussy. I heard Amy moan as she tasted the salty new sex juice. I climbed off her beautiful body and told them I wanted to see them fuck
I watch as Ian pushed his huge penis into her tight little love hole.. I came over and over again just watching them fuck… Her juices making his member glisten.. The room stunk of hot teenage sex and i loved it… I knew i’d crave it every single day

***Look, it probably isnt really a secret that my own pussy gets so wet writing these stories. I have a boyfriend but I love hot girls too and Im really into cyber sex with hot women. ***

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This Sunday afternoon I have organized another couple for our mutual sexual pleasure, Rhonda and Peter, a few years younger than us. It promises to be very exciting. I want to be the center of attention and flaunt my body for them. And Rhonda and I want to watch her man give my man a blow job.

I met Rhonda a few weeks ago at three-day business seminar. We had exquisite lesbian sex on the first night and again on the second night. On the third day we didn’t bother attending the seminar and continued with our lesbian love making.

We told each other we were in a relationship with bi-sexual men. As women do, we asked about the size of their erections. I took great delight in telling Rhonda my man Roger was nine-inches and thick after she told me her man Peter was an average six-inches.

“Though he does like me watching him blowing another man, a favorite fetish of mine,” Rhonda told me. Perhaps an invitation?

“I have two fetishes, thick, hung men and being licked by either sex. And if a third or fourth person is involved all the better,” I tell her with a smile.

When I returned from the seminar I told my man Roger, all about my lesbian dalliance with Rhonda, knowing it would turn him on – and me. He wanted me to tell him about Rhonda and our love making in minute detail as he fucked me for the first time in almost a week. “Did she lick and kiss your ass cheeks? Does she wax or shave? Are her tits bigger than yours? Did you squirt for her?”

In the afterglow I told my man Rhonda wanted to watch her man give my man a blow job. “So do I baby, and you can watch her have me and me have her. She told me her man has never had a cock as big as you.”

“Tell me again baby?,” he asks after we showered together and I am stroking his cock to a new erection.

“My lesbian lover and I want to watch her man give you a blow job. I showed her some pics of your erection on my phone. And she showed her man. He is rapt, he says your erection is magnificent. So does she. So do I,” I tell him as he soaks up the pleasure of my blow job with his hands behind his head.

In the days leading up to Rhonda and Peter’s visit I told my man I expected him to have a raging erection for them as soon as they arrived. “Your best, thick, nine-inches with a tight cock ring.”

“A man you have never met is going to give you a blow job on Sunday while his lady and I watch,” I told him on the Thursday as I teased and edged his erection. “His lady says he is a bi-sex blow job specialist. And you have the biggest cock he has ever had. Do you want me to watch and be turned on for you? If you do, fuck me good, really good, this is the last sex for you before Sunday.”

And he did!

I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction and men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female sometimes, which we both enjoy.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me.

I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love being licked and teased.” Though it was almost twenty years later before a female licked me to orgasm.

It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realized the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex. Since then I have developed my blow job technique to the point where some men tell me I am without peer.

Blowing a man with another woman watching to show my prowess, sometimes his partner, is something I very much enjoy. And blowing a man with another naked man watching and masturbating is really special.

On the Sunday I am wearing my heels (always for sex), a thong and a black silk shirt, long enough to cover my ass, with all the buttons undone to show my cleavage.

“Your best, thick, nine-inch erection with a tight cock ring for our guests and me. I want you to impress them and turn them on as soon as they see your erect cock,” I tell him as I fondle and lick his already almost erect cock just a few minutes before our guests are due. “Her man says you will be the biggest he has ever had. And his lady and I want to watch and be turned on watching, really turned on. And later you can watch me have lesbian sex with her.”

“Wow,” they both exclaim as I greet Rhonda and Peter at the door. I take Rhonda’s hands and tongue kiss her before I whisper, “Take my shirt off,” before it drops to the floor. “Lick and kiss my ass for me, Peter,” I tell her man as he ogles my ass.

“Keep on kicking and kissing my ass while you remove my thong,” I whisper as his lady is returning my tongue kisses, while my man watches out of their sight.

Then one of my fetishes, being licked by both sexes, Rhonda is licking my cunt lips while her man is licking and kissing my ass cheeks. Two people are licking and kissing me without any hand contact.

Even better when I know my man is watching and waiting with an erection. A wonderful erotic start to my latest sexual adventure. Lots of sexual excitement and exotic foreplay. I am to please and be pleased.

“Come and meet my man,” I tell them as we move to another room. My man Roger is confidently sitting on a high stool, facing a wall length mirror, hands on hips, his feet barely touching the floor. He is stark naked with a thick, full-on nine-inch erection which I helped him achieve minutes ago, with a cock ring fastened under his balls.

“Oh fuck, he is huge, is that for us?,” Rhonda and Peter mutter in unison as they ogle his erection while he alternates looking at Rhonda, Peter and me while teasing his erection with a fingertip.

“Enjoy baby, your turn is my turn on, and I am very turned on,” I whisper as he looks at me for tacit approval.

Peter is licking and sucking my man’s nipples before he is on his knees in front of my man. “Magnificent, fucking magnificent,” he enthuses as he licks and kisses his erection.

Peter is silently mouthing the word ‘purple’ I notice, a tell tale sign he is experienced and seriously into blowing other men. I learnt long ago, the word purple naturally contorts your lips into the perfect head-giving pout. They are slightly curled and pillowy, which makes them feel wetter and creates ideal suction.

I am going to enjoy watching his technique.

My man repositions himself so he is standing with his back to wall, legs spread, his favorite position for a blow job with his erection pointing out at ninety-degrees.

“Your turn on is my turn on baby, this is a huge turn on,” I repeat as I watch Rhonda licking his nipples as her man is sucking my man’s erection with tightly pursed lips. This really is huge turn on for me watching another couple pleasuring my man as I tongue kiss him and he returns my kisses.

“Soft or hard, which do you prefer?,” Peter asks as he sucks just the tip of my man’s erection as he scratches his balls.

“Can I have both?,” my man whispers in response.

The two men have barely finished with each other before Rhonda positions me with my back to the wall, legs spread. “That was awesome Sarah, a huge turn on for me, watching my man blow your man. Can I have him later?,” she asks as she tongue kisses me and I respond.

“Your nipples are like bullets for me,” she whispers as she licks and sucks them.

“And your beautifully trimmed cunt is so wet for me,” she confides as her tongue does wonderful things to my clit.

We have the full attention of both men now, as my man is wiping himself down with a hot towel.

Her hands are cupping my ass cheeks as I look down on her feasting on my cunt lips, while my man is tongue kissing me. Then Peter is exquisitely licking and sucking my engorged nipples. I am watching and enjoying three people, two males and a female pleasuring my body with their lips and tongues.

“I want to give your man a blow job while my man licks your cunt. Are you fine with that Sarah?,” Rhonda asks as she has me on the brink of orgasm.

“Can I Sarah,” she aks again as I fight to hold back the orgasm I want to heighten my pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as I orgasm while I anticipate her giving my man a blow job while her man licks my cunt.

Forty-five minutes later the four of us are showered and fresh. “Tell me what we are going to do,” I tease as part of the turn for the four of us.

“I want to give your man a blow job, I have never had man with a thick nine-inch erection while my man licks your cunt, a tongue fuck for you Sarah. I want us all to sit on the couch so we can watch each other.”

The two men are obviously aroused as they listen and tease their cocks with a fingertip.

My man and I sit close together on the couch. We both want this to happen without asking each other. We are tongue kissing to heighten the sexual tension as I stroke his already fully erect cock as he ogles Rhonda and Peter’s naked bodies. He is sliding a fingertip along my already wet cunt lips.

Rhonda and Peter are tongue kissing as he stands behind her and strokes her cunt lips with a fingertip.

Rhonda is the first to make a move as she kneels and licks his nipples then licks and kisses the sides of his erection.

Then Peter follows and licks and sucks my nipples.

“Tell me what you want?“ Rhonda asks my man.

“An even better blow job than your man gave me. That is a big ask.”

“And you Sarah, what do you want?”

“An even better tongue fuck than your lady gave me. That is a big ask.”

“We aim to please,” they both answered as one.

And they did. I was very exciting watching another couple providing our partner with exquisite levels of oral sex.

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“Hello, Heather,” the smartly dressed middle aged woman said while ushering the twenty year old student into her living room. “And you have you been this past week, dear?” “Mmmmmm, pretty good, ma’am,” Heather replied softly. “That’s good,” Marie McDonald answered while directing her young charge towards the rear of the large house. “Are you ready to have some fun?” Marie asked. “Yes, ma’am,” Heather quickly replied, “I’m ready if you are.” “Good, then let’s get you out of those clothes!” The fortyish woman quickly took over and in a manner of a few seconds had the young woman standing completely naked in the middle of the room. “My you have a lovely body,” Marie sighed while caressing Heather’s full chest, “tell me again what size bra you wear.” “A 34D,” Heather replied with a little smile. “Is that okay?” she asked softly. “Oh my yes,” Marie moaned, “you have beautiful breasts.” “I don’t know,” Heather said doubtfully, “sometimes I think that I look top heavy.” “Ohhhhhhhh no!” Marie replied quickly. “They’re just perfect!” “Wellllllll,” Heather said softly, “if you say so.” “Okay, dear, up on the table,” Marie ordered. The lithe young woman easily hopped up onto the leather padded table and waited for further instructions. “I think that it’s time for mama’s baby to have her vagina and bottom washed,” Marie said firmly, “and then we’ll put on a diaper.” “Okay, mommy,” Heather answered in her best little girl’s voice, “please wash my pussy for me.” Marie quickly slapped Heather on her bare ass and scolded, “We don’t use such crude gutter language young lady, we call it a vagina!” “I-I’m sorry, mommy,” Heather replied with her head hanging down. “That’s better,” Marie said softly, “we want to grow up to be a nice young lady.” “Yes, mommy,” Heather answered in her little girl’s voice, “a nice young lady.” By now Marie had taken a warm wash cloth and was carefully washing every square inch of Heather’s very hairy cunt. “My, my,” Marie offered, “my little one is very bushy, very bushy indeed.” “Is that bad?” a wide eyed Heather asked. “Of course not, dear,” Marie said with smile, “it’s just unusual for such little girl to have such a hairy vagina.” “Do you like my vagina all hairy?” Heather asked innocently. “Of course I do, dear,” Marie replied thickly, “you have a perfectly lovely vagina.” “Mmmmm, thank you, mommy,” Heather replied, “I’m so glad that you like it.”

After making sure that Heather’s ass and cunt were clean as a whistle, Marie had the young woman lift her butt off of the table whereupon she deftly put on an oversized diaper. As soon as the diaper was in place Heather complained, “Mommy, I’m hungry!” “I’m sorry, dear,” Marie replied, “it’s past time for you afternoon feeding.” Marie helped the young woman down off the table and led her over to the sofa that was up against the far wall of the large den. Marie said down, and with her arms held out stretched pulled the young woman down onto her lap. “Hurry up, mommy,” Heather said in a babyish voice, “I’m so hungry.” “In just a minute, dear,” Marie said while unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking the clasp of her front opening bra. Soon Marie’s huge tits spilled out, ready and available for Heather’s hot eager mouth! Without wasting even a moment Heather grabbed a huge boob in her hands and guided an already hard nipple into her waiting mouth! “Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy,” the older woman sighed, “that’s a good girl, suck mommy’s big nipples for her.”

Marie was in absolute heaven! Here she was nursing a large breasted young woman who was playing the role of her little baby to perfection! Heather licked and sucked the two big nipples for the next fifteen minutes or so before announcing, “Mommy, I’ve been a bad girl!” “Oh dear,” Marie replied softly. “Have you gone potty in your diaper?!?” “I’m sorry, mommy,” Heather whined, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened.” “That’s okay, dear,” Marie replied gently, “let’s go back over to the table so we can change you.” Seconds later Heather was back on the table where Marie quickly removed the sopping wet diaper. “You went pee pee,” Marie said with a smile, “now mommy has to wash baby’s vagina again.” After she had again bathed the young woman’s pussy, Marie leaned over and kissed each of her large pink nipples and announced, “I think that baby’s pussy needs some attention.”

“What kind of attention?” Heather asked in her best baby voice. “Baby’s vagina seems to be all wet and gooey,” Marie replied, “I think her vagina needs a toy to play with.” “What kind of toy, mommy?” “I think baby’s vagina needs a big fat penis to calm it down!” Marie replied hoarsely. “D-do you have a big penis for me?” the young woman stammered. “Of course I do, dear,” Marie replied smiling, “I have it right here.” With that she reached into a drawer on the side of the table and produced a stunningly large black rubber pecker that must have been at least nine inches long! “Oh, noooooooo, mommy,” Heather cried, “it’s gonna hurt my little vagina, please don’t.” “I’m sorry, dear,” Marie said firmly, “but sometimes mommy knows what’s best for her little baby, now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” With tears filling the young woman’s eyes she slowly separated her thighs, exposing her tight little hair pie to Marie’s ravenous eyes! “That’s a good little girl,” Marie said gently while rubbing the massive head up and down Heather’s drooling slit. “Are you ready to have your vagina tended to?” she asked in a wavering voice. “Y-yes, mommy, I’m ready!” Heather stammered.

With her huge breasts still hanging out of her blouse, Marie slowly inched the huge dildo into Heather’s tight little pussy. Even though they were only playing a game, the size of the fake pecker was truly immense, and it took all of Heather’s concentration to relax her vaginal opening enough to allow it access inside of her! When almost all nine inches were finally buried deep in her pussy, the walls of Heather’s cunt began contracting wildly as the first of many orgasms slammed into her helpless muff! “How does that feel?” Marie asked softly. “Does my little baby feel all better!?!” Heather’s head was by now rolling back and forth on her pillow, and as she attempted to reply another orgasm racked her body, causing her to shake like the proverbial leaf! “Is it good, dear, does your vagina feel nice and full?” “G-god yes!” Heather gasped. “I feel so fucking full!!!” Do you think that this would make it feel even better?” Marie asked just before shoving the hard dick in and out of Heather’s cunt at and unbelievable rate of speed.

Heather’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as the black hammer pummeled her into complete and total submission! Her little pussy was being brutalized in a most vicious fashion, and yet it was inducing untold number of climaxes with each and every stroke! See the hairy little muffy engulfing such a murderous weapon as well as her cute tits bouncing freely to and fro was just too much for Marie as she shoved her hand up under her dress, wildly fingering her super hot pussy until she slipped to the floor in a stunning climax of her own! Both women lay in a shocked state of silence, with their heavy breathing the only sounds to be heard. As she lay on the table with her legs splayed open, the huge black prick slowly slid from Heather’s gaping slit as her senses finally returned to normal!

“D-do you need any help getting dressed?” Marie asked. “I can get it,” Heather giggled as she looked down at the shell shocked older woman. “Are you sure you want me to come back?” Heather asked while slipping on her blouse. “You don’t look so good!” Marie reached into her pocket and extracted a one hundred dollar bill, and after handing it over to Heather replied, “Don’t worry about me, same time next week?!?” Heather pocketed the cash and replied, “Okay, same time next week!!!”

THE END

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“What a crummy way to spend a nice spring day,” Linda thought to herself while staring out the window from her sixth period math class. Her mind was quickly snapped back to attention, however, when the sharp voice of Sister Mary Marie cracked, “Are you ready to join us now Miss Burton!?!” “Uhh, no, I mean yes,” Linda stammered, “I was just thinking, that’s all……….” “Well think about this,” the nun replied harshly, “if you don’t get with the program you’re going to be taking Algebra II all over again, do I make myself clear???” “Yes ma’am,” Linda answered quickly! She was getting ready for yet another verbal assault from the old biddy when thankfully the bell sounded ending the period. “…….problems 1-25 on page 77,” Sister Mary Marie called out to her exiting group of students while at the same time taking Linda by the arm while indicating for her to remain behind. “Shit,” Linda said to herself, “how long’s this gonna take?” After everyone had left leaving only Linda and the nun alone in the old class room, Sister Mary Marie turned to face the eighteen year old and offered evenly, “I’ve just about had it with you young lady.” “I-I’m sorry, Sister,” Linda replied contritely, “I promise to do better, I really will!” “I’m afraid that’s not good enough,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “so I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days now and feel it’s time that I gave your mother a call and explained the situation to her personally!” “My mother,” Linda asked nervously, “w-why do we hafta talk to her?” The old nun stood with her arms crossed and an impassive look on her face while replying, “Because it seems that’s the only way to get your attention!” A feeling of desperation swept through her, and in a last ditch effort to keep her mom from becoming involved Linda blurted out helplessly, “Please, Sister Mary, I’ll do anything you asked, just don’t call my mother!” The Sister stood silently for a few moments while giving the whole matter a bit more consideration before asking, “Anything, you’ll do anything that I ask?” Sensing a ray of hope in the nun’s tone Linda literally blithered, “Oh, yes, anything, just name it!!!” The fiftyish women eyed the young woman for a moment while reaching out to gently rub her bare arm. “You’re a very pretty young woman,” the nun offered quietly while continuing her caressing, “and I’ve always had a weakness for pretty young women.” Linda was in a state of near shock at the sudden turn of the conversation since she had hardly expected a woman of the cloth to talk in such a trashy manner! “Now, as for the “anything” you were talking about,” the old nun said evenly, “I think that I have just the chore for you!!!”

“W-what are you doing?” Linda asked weakly while being led around the back of the nun’s large desk where she was pushed back down into the swivel chair. “I’m just making you more comfortable,” the old woman replied a matter of factly, “while I do this!” The “this” as she called it caused Linda’s eyes to widen like saucers, because as the young woman looked on with her mouth hanging open, Sister Mary Marie sat down on the edge of the desk and proceeded to pull the hem of her habit above her waist, exposing the hairiest pussy she had ever seen in her short life!!!” It was almost like witnessing an accident-everything was in slow motion but you were powerless to do anything about it! That was exactly how Linda felt when the old nun reached out and pulled her mouth directly to her gray haired cunt!

“Mmmmmmm, you young things know just how to make a pussy purr,” Sister Mary Marie sighed while holding Linda’s mouth tightly to her mons. The eighteen year old senior tried desperately to catch her breath, but all she managed to inhale was the semi acrid aroma of the older woman’s drooling organ. Her nose was thrust directly against the nun’s huge clit while her tongue probed in and out of the cavernous pussy. Loud sighs of pleasure escaped Sister Mary Marie’s lips as her young charge sucked and licked her steamy labia, and within only a matter of moments her pussy wrenched hard as an orgasm simply crushed her into submission. “Oh my god,” she sighed while savoring the wonderful sensation of young mouth on mature hot cunt, “you are indeed a wonder, child!” As Linda was beginning to regain her senses she pulled her mouth from the dripping snatch and said softly, “I-I think I’d better be going.” “Not quite yet, dear,” the nun replied sternly, “we still have some unfinished business to attend to.” “Like what?” Linda asked nervously. “Well, since you did such a wonderful job on me, it’s only fair that I return the favor,” the sister whispered urgently.

Sucking the old crone had been bad enough, but picturing in her mind the old biddy between her own legs made Linda nearly blanch. “Uh, that’s okay,” she replied quickly, “I’ve really got to be going!” “I wasn’t giving you an option,” Sister Mary Marie replied evenly, “now lift up your skirt and let me take off your panties!” Linda shuddered and closed her eyes while lifting her blue plaid skirt high above her waist, easily exposing her plump vagina which was encased in a pair of white cotton panties. “Very nice, very nice indeed,” the old nun muttered under her breath while dropping to her knees, “you seem to have a very well developed vagina, very puffy!!!” Linda kept her eyes tightly shut while trying not to think about what was happening in her nether region, but she moaned softly when the sister kissed her softly through her panties right on the lips. With her hands slightly shaking Sister Mary Marie hooked her fingers in the elastic waist band and tugged the skin tight undies down over Linda’s smooth slim thighs until they were down around her ankles. “S-sweet mother of god,” the old nun gasped when Linda’s mons came into view, “almost as smooth as a baby’s bottom!” And it was too, nearly hairless and bulging with her clit poking out obscenely between the folds of labial skin. “I’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful,” the sister sighed while leaning forward to plant several soft kisses on the young woman’s now dripping crack. Linda’s body stiffened for a second, but only for a moment as seconds later the sister’s warm tongue slithered into her crack and contacted her now very distended clitoris. “Oh, my,” the young woman gasped, “oh, oh, right there, yesssssss, right there on my clit!” Sister Mary Marie may have been and old woman, but she could suck pussy like nobody’s business and that is exactly what she proceeded to do! Like a bitch in heat she literally devoured Linda’s clit as she voraciously licked, sucked, and slurped her hard little organ! Wantonly Linda thrust her hips forward, offering her pussy to the hungry cunt lapper dressed in a nun’s habit! Wrapping her girlish legs around the sister’s neck, Linda locked her in place and began bucking her hips as her climax roared through her cunt, leaving her shaking and mewling like a new born baby!!!

With Linda still gasping for breath, Sister Mary Marie stood up and after lifting her habit out of the way, pressed her hairy cunt against Linda’s and began humping her for all she was worth! Both women were soon moaning together as their clits snapped back and forth over each other until in unison their bodies stiffened and simultaneous orgasms over took them both!!! “M-my god that was unreal,” Linda whispered into the nun’s ear, “just unreal!!!” “Mmmmmmm, yes it was,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “it was the best ever!!!” Both of them were quiet for a moment as they collected their thoughts, but finally the sister said softly, “Now, about calling your mother………..”

THE END

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Is self, determined or predestined

As my fingers plunge in and out of my hot dripping pussy, stroking that pleasure spot deep inside, my thumb was rolling around a sensitively engorge clit. Laying face down my hips buck wildly towards the mattress while muscles clamp down, gripping, trying to entrap those stimulating digits. A spark jumps from my pussy, turning into a massive jolt running up my spine to end in an explosion in my fever brain. The bright searing light burns away any thought. Wave upon hot wave floods from my groin, washing through my abdomen, to break upon my rock hard nipples and aching breasts.
With my face buried in the pillow, muffling my voice as I scream, “I… ‘mmm… ccuuummmmiiinngg… Aaaahhhh.”
A shattering shutter racks my body as I gush out my slightly viscous nectar into the fluffy towel waiting beneath me.
Since the first time I came in my bed and had everyone except my sister, who knew the truth, thinking I had accidentally wet my bed in my sleep, a towel has been a part of my bedding.
Like an earthquake with after shocks, the powerful orgasm gave way to ever decreasing orgasms until finally I became aware my sister Carol’s soft moans as she masturbated in her bed.
Normally, as our nightly custom, I would turn away from her pretending not to hear her and fall asleep enjoying the whimpering gasps of her orgasms. But not to night. I’m just too turned on from the sounds of her enjoyment, knowing that she’s turned on and horny because I was playing with myself.
Naked, I stealthily creep over to her bed. In the dim light I see she is on her back with her eyes squeezed shut. Her pajama bottoms are down around her knees and her right hand resting on her auburn patch with the middle finger disappearing in glistening folds. Her pajama top is unbuttoned and her left hand squeezing and kneading the soft firm globe of her left breast, the index finger rolling and toying with the hard rubbery nipple.
I stood there a few moments, enraptured at the magnificent vista of my beautiful sister in the throws of pleasure. Then leaning over her bed, I simultaneously put my mouth over her opened gasping mouth and with right hand pushed her hand away taking over the care of her slippery wet pussy. My finger diving in immediately found her sweet spot at which point her eye flew open and a shocked looked broke upon her face.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed my up just enough to free her from my kiss.
“Wwwhhhaat are you doing,” she stammers.
“I would have thought that was obvious.”
“Nnnoo, I I mmeeaann I I why?”
I wiggle my two fingers that are inside her while my thumb strokes her swollen clit.
“Nnnggaaaahhhhhhh,” she squeals.
“Do you want me to stop? I will. Just say the word.” And with that I stop moving my hand .”
“Nnnnooooooo! Dddoon’t sssttoppp! Feeelsss ggoooodd,” she cries out as her left hand grabs my hand trying to get me to move it again.
She moans as I start administering to her needs. Her eye closed again and a satisfying smile brandished her luscious lips.
“You know Carol, I’ve been every mean to you. I sorry that I hadn’t realized it sooner. I actually thought teasingly showing myself off to you would make you happy. I didn’t know how much it tormented you.
You see for a long time now I’ve known that you like girls. And when you started looking at me the way the boys do, well it got me excited that my sister, who’s three years older then me, was getting as hot over me as our big brother Billy and his friends.
I thought of my being naked in front you as a reward for you finding your skinny almost shapeless sister so attractive. And I teased you and Billy by dressing kind of sexy, though I really do like wearing those clothes, just to see your nipple get hard and a bulge in Billy’s pants.
But now I can’t stop thinking about sex. I look at a guy crotch first before looking at the rest of him. And since the first time I licked my fingers after cumming I’ve been drinking my own cum so now when I look at a pretty girl, I find my self wondering how her cum might taste. I must be a sicko.”
My sister pulled my hand away. And while she was pulling it towards our faces she says in a husky lust laden voice, “I don’t think it strange since I think the same way when I see an attractive girl. So here see what you think of my taste.” With that she sticks my fingers, coated with her juice, into my mouth.
“Well what do you think? Is it good?”
“Mmmmm… Dewishes.”
Carol laughed. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Babygirl.”
By the way I think I should mention that my name is Nancy, but everyone calls me Babygirl because when I was born my original birth certificate registered my name as Baby Girl. My folks got it changed to Nancy but as a joke they called me Babygirl and it became my nickname.
“I said delicious,” I repeated after pulling my fingers from my mouth.
Suddenly something touched my pussy and looking down I see my sister’s right hand between my legs. After rolling her hand around my still wet pussy, coating it from wrist to tip, front and back she sticks it in her mouth.
“Fuway, woor foody fafey foo.”
I pull her hand out of her mouth. “And you talk about me? What did you just say,” I laughed.
“I said ‘say, you’re pretty tasty too.’” She chuckled.
She reached up and pulled me down on top of her. Her right hand again between my legs as mine dives into her pussy. With her left hand pulls my head to hers to partake in a long passionate kiss as our tongues explored each others mouths and we shared our moans of pleasure.
After a while I broke the kiss and started a trail of every wet licking kisses down her chin along her throat, then around each of her firm round breasts pausing to play and nip at those rubbery nipples before heading farther south across the flat plane of her abdomen, though the forest of auburn curls then ending up falling into the savory flow trickling from the canyon between two long curvaceous legs.
I straddled Carol’s face and lowered myself onto her hungry mouth. Our tongues and mouths explored and exploited each others juicy slots until I felt the start of another intense orgasm. Then…
“Oh god… Oh god, Babygirllll, I I I goooiinngg tooooo cccuuummm!!!”
“Mmmmmeeeee ttttooooooo.”
“Let’s cccuuummm ttooogeeetherrrrrr.” “Aaaahhhh” “Ooohhhh fuck yessssss”
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh. Gggguuuuhhhhh” Carol was gurgling as I gushed into her mouth. Afraid of drowning my sister I pulled away from her mouth and sprayed her neck, breast, chest and stomach. As I was showering me sister with cum I heard the ‘snick’ of the door to the bathroom that we share with our brother.
Was our brother watching? And how are we going to explain the wet bed. Well that can wait until morning for right now I licked my sister clean of my cum. She removed her PJ’s and we laid naked in my bed caressing each other until we fell asleep.

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The next morning the door knob rattled followed by a soft knock.
“Girls time to wake up. Breakfast will be ready in a half hour,” coo my dad.
“We’re up daddy. We’ll be down soon,” I cheerfully chimed back.
“Babygirl are you already up? Are you feeling OK? Is something wrong?”
“Daddy!! Really!! I don’t always sleep in.” OK, so most of the time I do. He doesn’t have to be so mean.
As our dad’s footsteps diminished down the hall I went back to lapping up my sister juices from between her legs.
“Carol.” Shlrup. “I suppose…” flick, lick. “We should…” shlurp.
“Aaaahhh… Yyeeaahhh.”
“Is that ‘ah yeah’ an agreement to get ready or your enjoyment of my mouth?” “HUH?”
“Carol, daddy said breakfast will be ready soon. Should we get ready?”
“He did? When?”
“While you were moaning in my crotch. And it’s a good thing you locked the door.”
“Why?”
“Because daddy try to open the door?”
“Oh. I see. Well thanks to you Babygirl I need a shower.”
“Me too.” A fun thought struck me. “Uh… sis how about taking a shower together?”
“OK”
I grabbed my ‘Cum Cup’ off the dresser and head for the bathroom. As I’m sitting on the toilet, I start to pee in the plastic Halloween Vampire goblet that I use to catch my cum so I can drink it. I think I’m addicted to my own cum though I do like my sister’s its just that she doesn’t produce much.
My sister joins me in the bathroom just in time to see me pull the pee filled cup away and bring it to my lips.
“Wwwhhaattt are you doing???” she cries out in a horrified look.
“It’s OK. I already went earlier so this is the second time.” I said in a mater-of –fact way.
She look torn between gagging and a terrified, confused look. “Why? I take it back you are a certifiable sicko!!”
“I read that drinking pee is good for your health. But it should be the second time you pee and you should drink a lot of water first.”
“That’s disgusting, Babygirl, how can you? Gggaaagghh.”
“At first I couldn’t but I remember reading about a hypnotist that gave a subject an onion and told them it was an apple. The person ate the onion like it was an apple and when they woke up they could still taste the apple not an onion.”
“So what.”
“I made a self hypnosis tape telling me pee tastes like apple juice.”
“And it worked?”
Without a word I drank deep the golden elixir from the goblet. When I finished I look into her hazel eyes and asked, “Does that answer your question?”
I wanted to laugh at the stunned expression on her face. “You might want to close your mouth. Besides looking like a fish out of water, your mouth is making such a perfect circle any guy seeing it would get hard in an instant.”
Her mouth slowly started to move as a puzzled look washed across her face.
“Huh… whaaa…”
Mimicking her opened mouth I stuck my middle finger in and out of my mouth. The gesture sank in and she cracked up laughing. “You little perverted slut.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of your baby sister now.”
“What? Are nuts? WHAT do you mean?” Again with the confused look.
“Well you called me a perverted slut, right.”
“Yeah, so. That’s not a compliment.”
“Are you sure? A pervert has a broader range of sexual enjoyments than say a prude. And a slut or whore by the use of the term, one is acknowledging that she enjoys sexual encounters more frequently. So from a lusty standpoint it is a compliment.” And with that my fingers dive deep into her pussy as I clamp down around her pubic bone from both sides.
As she gasps at the harsh gesture as I blatantly say “So are we taking a shower before breakfast or not?” I pull her to the tub.
She grabs a tuff of my hair and pulls my head back, hissing, “SO miss tough guy, you want breakfast huh. Then get in the tub!” on her command I do as she orders. “Now get on your knees.” I do so. “You want breakfast then open your mouth, you fuckin perverted slut.”
For some reason my nipples were getting hard and my pussy is getting wet. I was getting turned on by my now dominatrix sister. God I must be a pervert. Oh well I might as well just enjoy it and see were it goes from here.
“So the bad girl likes this.” She says as she leans over, her face against mine.
“No. I don’t like it,” I cried out.
She licks my face and jerks on my hair.
“Such a bad wittle girl, lying to your big sister like that, your body doesn’t wie, see how hard those wittle nipples are?” she says in a child’s pouting voice. Sticking her fingers into pussy and pulling them out, she hold the slick coated digits in front of my face, sliding her thumb across them. “And your widdle pussy doesn’t wie ether.”
“Are we weady fow our bweakfast? Now open wide,” she say as she stands up. “Since the wittle pervert likes ‘wee wee’,” she hold me so my mouth cover her pussy. “Then here breakfast. And dwink it allll up.”
She lets louse a steady steam of pee. I try to drink as much as I can but there’s way too much and the rest of the warm scented, golden liquid washes over my neck, breasts and body.
When she finally finished I lick her pussy clean. I was so into the golden shower that I don’t even know when Carol had released me. She bent over and slipped her arms under me, helping me to struggle to my feet all the while laughing.
When I was finally standing unsupported she echoed my earlier thought, “My god, Nancy, you really are perverted. You should have seen your face as my pee flooded out of your mouth. You looked like you were in heaven.”
Carol turn and started the shower, the real shower, and a stream of ice cold water hit my face and chest. “Aaahhhh! That cold,” I shout.
“EEEEEEeeeeeee. You right.” And she adjusts the temperature.

‘SNICK’

“I think Billy has been spying on us, Carol,” I said in a conspiring whisper.
“What you just now finding out about our peeping tom brother.”
“No I know he was watching last night.”
“Was that the first time?”
“Ah, yeah. Why?”
“Because the boy has been watching you for ages now. I think the only reason he hasn’t tried to rape you is because you’re his sister. He watches you in the bathroom, when you run around naked in the bedroom; I even caught him pulling back your covers while you slept naked. You have no modesty, you shameless hussy. But ever night he watches you masturbate. And it’s your own fault Babygirl. You encourage him with what you wear or rather what you don’t wear like the short skirts and no undies.”
“I didn’t knowww… thank you for telling me. Hey, big sister I got an idea. Will you help cure our big bro’s problem,” I said in a meek childlike voice.
“Oh, oh. Now I’m scared. I’ll do what ever you need, but I don’t know whether to be happy for Billy or feel sorry for him. Babygirl, what is going on in that deviously perverted, slutty mind of yours?”
With that we finished washing each other, which took a little longer than normal and went down for breakfast.

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Some time ago an older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services.

She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full on erection, while she was sucking me. Her girlfriend was watching and wrote down the measurements. “Wow, incredible, almost ten-inches long, and seven inches in circumference.”

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. They were often a long way from home on business. Almost without exception these women would be very good communicators, uninhibited and able to articulate their sexual preferences. And if they enjoyed what I had to offer and recommended me to others that was an added bonus.

“I have a proposition for you. You might recall that I won a night with you, a lucky door prize at a hen’s night some time ago. I often think about that night and I still enjoy telling my girlfriends about it.

“One of my girlfriends turns forty-five next week. She has never ever had oral sex, from either sex, though we talk about it and our sex lives all the time,” Fiona told me over the phone.

“To show her what she has been missing out on I want to demonstrate some Oral Sex 101 positions to her with you while she watches, in one long session.

“I am bisexual, and I want her to watch me blow a well hung man, that’s you, after you lick me to orgasm while she watches.

“And a few other variations as well perhaps? Hopefully she will learn something and join in.

“I love a challenge and I have always wanted to have her, so maybe it will happen and you can watch. We are both well off and turn men’s heads when we are out. I am a Libra and she is a Taurus if you are into that stuff.”

We discuss arrangements and I ask her to book the honeymoon suite at the five-star hotel I often use.

“What should we wear?” Fiona asks with a touch of irony as we finalise arrangements.

“Leave it to you, but less is more in these circumstances.”

When I arrive Fiona opens the door, she is a knockout and determined to make an impression.

“Remember me?”

“Of course. You were my door prize.”

“Like my skirt?” she smiles as she lets me in and turns on her heels to show me.

The shortest skirt I have ever seen on a woman, or is it a shirt, and obviously no knickers. It stops just half way down her pubic area and I can see lots of pubic hair poking under it and the start of gorgeous ass cheeks.

“Candy is in the sauna-shower room waiting totally naked for us.

“We arrived early deliberately so we could discuss our plans for today.

“In light of the circumstances we got naked to discuss them.

“Without knowing it we both bought a vibrator with us.

“We were both so horny and excited with our plans for you that we used them on ourselves, one at a time, while the other watched, while I told her about our previous encounter when I won your as a lucky door prize.

“I told her you were ten years younger than me. I told her you had the biggest and thickest cock I had ever seen or had.

“I told her how you licked me to orgasm before I sucked your cock. Then I told her how you fucked me every which way for almost an hour in a room with mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling.

“Candy enjoyed listening to my story and she had two orgasms before I had one.”

“Come and meet our man Candy,” Fiona smiles as shrugs out of her dress or shirt as she leads me to the dressing room.

“Do you want to undress now, or in front of both of us?”

Ever the exhibitionist I wait until Candy appears.

“Did I choose well Candy?” Fiona asks as Candy appears stark naked.

I have a formula I use for sizing up new women: would I be comfortable giving her oral sex and receiving oral sex for twenty minutes?

In this case very comfortable. They are both very attractive and very fuckable women in their forties with good bodies.

“Show Candy what you have for us, and you can remind me.”

Always a buzz undressing for two naked women, and I enjoy both of them gasping as my almost erect cock bulges out of my skimpy black crotch-less g-string as I pose with my hands on my hips.

“I thought you and I could start by having two-way oral sex while Candy watches, then try it both ways with her,” Fiona teases as she dries me off after a quick shower I had while they both watched.

“Sit and watch us Candy. Relax and enjoy,” Fiona smiles as we all move to the bedroom.

Mirrors on all the walls, and the ceiling, with naked flesh on show in all directions.

“Tell Candy what you are going to do to me,” Fiona whispers as I kneel between her legs and lick my way up both her wonderful, firm thighs, stopping just short of her cunt lips.

“I am going to lick your cunt lips with my tongue, tongue fuck you, until you have an orgasm.”

“Hear that Candy, he is going to lick my cunt with his tongue, tongue fuck me, until I have an orgasm.

“That is fucking heaven Candy, you don’t know what you are missing out on.

“He is teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Now he is licking all the way along my very wet cunt lips.

“And I love the way he is holding my big ass off the chair with his hands while he licks my cunt.

“Want to try that later Candy? Is that exciting for you?

“I want to lick your cunt, tongue fuck you later Candy while he watches.

“I have been wanting to lick your cunt ever since I first met you Candy.

“It’s very exciting for me, having my cunt licked while you watch.

“I can’t hold out much longer Candy.

“Come and tongue kiss me, drive me over the top so I can suck his huge cock while you watch.

“Fantastic, fucking magic, that really was something Candy, you don’t know what you are missing out on,” Fiona groans as she tenses, shudders and orgasms.

“Now watch me pleasure him. He is rock hard for the two of us,” Fiona smiles as she licks the sides of my cock with one hand cupping my balls.

Candy watches fascinated as Fiona slowly and expertly brings me to orgasm, always a huge turn on for me with another sexy naked woman watching as another woman blows you!

“Want to try that later Candy? Was that exciting for you? It was for me, pleasuring that huge cock with my lips, tongue and mouth.

“Did you enjoy watching? We enjoyed you watching. Did it turn you on?” she asks as Candy sprays her naked body, then mine with the hand held shower.

Fiona takes the hand held shower from her, tells her to sit back and enjoy as she sets it to fine needle spray and aims it directly onto her cunts lips.

“It really is time you shrugged off your inhibitions Candy. Relax and enjoy, today is your voyage of discovery, put your heels and crotchless thong on. “Turn all of on.”

“I have wanted to tongue fuck you and lick you to orgasm since the day I met you. And I want our man to enjoy watching. And join in.”

“Lots of time for us to give you oral pleasure Candy, from both of us,” Fiona whispers as she motions for me to stand behind her and wrap my arms under hers.

“Your shaved cunt looks wonderful, a huge turn on. And fuckable, very fuckable with my tongue,” Fiona whispers as the tip of her tongue finds her engorged clit and her body jerks. Do you want me stop?,” she teases as Candy tilts her head so she can tongue kiss me.

“I love it, so good,” Candy tells her, her body arching forward as she soaks up the sexual pleasure. “So good. fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt.”

“I have waited years to hear those words from you. Keep telling me.”

After what must have been ten minutes, Fiona and I swapped positions. Fiona and Candy were tongue kissing passionately as I grasped Candy’s ass cheeks and pleasured her with my tongue.

Later Fiona organized Candy on the bed with a pillow under her ass. “Put your legs over my shoulders. I am going to tongue fuck you some more while you suck our man’s cock.

“Is that a relief for you Candy? A huge milestone in your sex life,” Fiona asked as we unwound, naked in the large shower room together.

“Though we do have some unfinished business,” I told them as I stood behind Fiona and wrapped my arms under hers.

“I have waited so long to have my cunt licked and pleasured by you Candy. But worth the wait. Put a finger in me, two fingers. I love it.”

“Can we share you again soon?,” Candy asked with a smile. “I still have lots of unfinished business to catch up on.”

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I’m a member of a great sorority for a school in the Big

10. Pledge indoctrination takes place in the fall. Our house

goes for real lookers; the hot ones who make guys cum in their

shorts. Anyway, each established member gets one pledge in her

charge. Mine was a real nice , innocent girl named Aimee. I

intended to change that.

Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so

spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for

pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks. In the evenings,

after classes, I’d make Aimee strip down to her bra and

panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while

she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned

chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly

always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.

The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs

with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the

barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are

in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for

impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings. An

interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently

with Aimee I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise

as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the

barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally

stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing

for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to

Aimee. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start

crying.

As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to

relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s

ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching

for some entertainment in the form of spanking Aimee’s all too

appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and

exciting one, (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge

to report directly to my room. In time the coquettish underling

appeared as commanded. Aimee is a petite little dumpling with

rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl

was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books.

Faking a truly bitchy mood I ordered her to lock the door behind

her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience

to a superior, Aimee began to instantly undress. In two

minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was

especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me

the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my

thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She

had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously

terrified. I applied the first spank with great vigor, the

hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom. Aimee flinched. I

then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me

for it!

“SMACK!! One…Oh, t-thank you…SMACK. T-Two. Thank

you…,” and so on.

This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-

raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but

I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy

and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking

continue.

The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be

willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when

she offered to lick my toes for an hour. I was justly intrigued

by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more

than just my toes,” I responded.

“All right, anything. ANYTHING!,” cried the unhappy pledge.

This was too good to be true. I immediately had Aimee

stand up. Her bottom cheeks were solid red. I quickly kicked my

shoes off, then pulled off my knee socks. I lifted my skirt and

lowered my panties, removing them. I lay back on the bed with my

legs spread wide and pointed to my snatch, ordering the girl to

lick me.

A most obedient Aimee quickly knelt down in front of me and

without the least hesitation buried her face in my crotch! She

began working her tongue around like a pro. That girl really

knows how to eat hair pie. Aimee does it better than any guy

on campus. I came in two minutes flat. I had made a friend for

life. I felt so good I wished to reciprocate, but I couldn’t

bring myself to perform oral sex on another woman. Aimee said

she’d be satisfied if I diddled her with my finger. The only

trouble was that her bottom was so sore that she couldn’t lie on

her backside.

Thinking quickly I told the girl to climb in bed on all fours. On

hands and knees Aimee scampered onto the bed with her legs

wide apart. From behind I fingered her slit and gave her a real

cool finger-fucking with one hand, while I reach around with the

other and squeezed her nipples. It was wild. I never thought I

would get off on this sort of thing. Aimee clipped when she

came. Her hips were going a mile a minute. She was actually

fucking my finger instead of the other way around. You’ll think

I’m nuts, but we were going at it so hot and heavy that the

windows of the room were getting fogged.

As you can see I made a lasting friendship all because of my

participation in spanking. I can’t even think of spanking in any

other terms but sex now. Every time I see a girl’s ass being

spanked, it really turns me on thinking of the subsequent

possibilities. Aimee is a full fledged member of the sorority

now, but she still visits my room on those occasions when I don’t

have a date.

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The futa’s desire for hot, Arab wives lands her into danger!

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Arab Passion

Chapter Three: Nova’s Hot Wife Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

August 27th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

I strolled through the market with Wahida, people talking around us. Vendors hawked their wears, displaying fruits, vegetables, trinkets, cookware, and more. People, men and women both, bustled through, shopping, laughing, enjoying life. There was a spicy scent in the air from a booth dangling with cloves of peppers and sticks of cinnamon. It was so different from America.

So much more alive.

My wife walked beside me, both of us wearing dark dresses, mine a midnight-blue, and hers a deep maroon. We had on our hijabs, modestly covering our hair like proper, Muslim women. Of course, I was a futa. My clit-dick was twitching in my panties, hidden by the bulky folds of my dress. Other than the pale features of my face and my blue eyes, you’d hardly know I didn’t belong here.

“Look at her,” Wahida whispered, nodding to a woman moving through the crowd in a full burqa, the black cloth hanging over her body. It was clear she was a willowy woman even wearing the bulky clothes. Her hands looked delicate as they peeked out the sleeves. She turned her head, dark eyes peering out through the slit of her veil. “Imagine what sort of underwear she has on beneath that.”

“Lacy bra and panties,” I purred.

“Mmm, maybe a thong,” Wahida answered. She had changed since my marriage to Talib. She was such a wicked thing now that she had blossomed. She had shared more than a few women with me, including the imam’s two wives. The last month had been amazing.

Wahida was pregnant, maybe with my child, and so was Fahima, the imam’s young, naughty wife. I hoped they were both mine. I wasn’t my randy futa-mother. I didn’t breed every woman on the first try. But I hoped so.

I was so glad to be an ambassador of futas to the Arab world. Imam Karimi was a big supporter. He had written the fatwa that declared futas to be a miracle from Allah and the Muslim world should embrace us. More than a few husbands found it kinky to watch me fuck their wives, to pump my cock in and out of their pussies and turn them into my slut.

Then they would enjoy the sloppy seconds.

I hoped more of my futa-sisters would come to the Arab world. I was the first one to accept King Njam’s invitation. The Saudi Royal family was fully behind this move. After all, several of his wives were raising my little futa-sisters, products from my mother’s visit last year.

“Let me go speak to her, my wife,” purred Wahida. “See if she’s interested in the charms of a futa.”

“Wonderful,” I purred.

My futa-dick swelled harder, growing to a slab of iron in my pants. I stood there, trembling as I watched her navigate through the crowd, heading to the burqa-clad woman as she browsed the stall of a merchant selling dates. I licked my lips, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I was so ready for this fun.

Behind me, traffic flowed down the street. Cars honked at each other. Someone shouted out in angry Arabic, the words understanding lost. I was still mastering the language, but getting better every day.

Wahida reached the stall. She struck up a conversation with the woman. They were nodding to each other. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing in anticipation. I knew we would have a wild time. We could find a cozy place to love each other.

Tires squealed behind me.

The sound drew my attention. I turned to see a beige van stopping right behind me. I frowned as the side door flung open, clattering on its rollers. Then I gasped at the sight of the two men with black turbans, the cloth wrapped around their faces to hide all but their eyes. Fear surged through me.

I screamed before a strong hand clasped over my mouth. Then I gasped as the second man seized my waist and hauled me into the van. I kicked, shouting into the hand clapped over my mouth. I landed on the musty floor of the vehicle, held down by the men. The van lurched forward, the bazaar speeding past before the door was slammed closed.

Terror seized my heart as a rough bag was pulled over my head. I shuddered, unable to breathe. It was so hot and stuffy in here. I squirmed and thrashed as the men barked at me. Blood screamed through my veins, pounding hot in my ears. They flipped me over, pulling my wrists together. They were so strong. I couldn’t resist them.

Rope went about my wrists. It pulled tight, biting into my flesh.

I cried, sobbing in the bag as they held me to the floor, a knee in my back. What were they going to do to me? The van drove, bouncing over the crown. I trembled, struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth over my head.

Tears spilled down my face. My body shook. Hiccuping sobs rippled through my body. I didn’t know what they wanted. Why they had kidnapped me and…

Kidnapped me…

Were they terrorists?

I sobbed to Allah to protect me as the van drove and drove. When it stopped. My stomach clenched. What were they going to do to me? I trembled as the men lifted me by the armpits and dragged me out of the van. The toes of my shoes scraped across gravel then hit the threshold of a house. I was carried inside, feeling carpet beneath my shoes.

A door open.

I was thrown to the floor.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” I moaned in Arabic, struggling to speak. I sat up and heard the door slam shut.

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August 29th, 2038

Two days later, and I was still locked in the room. I had a cot and a large, porcelain bowl to relieve myself in. They changed it twice a day when the brought me food. The window was boarded over, only trickles of light peeking through.

I was numb with fear. Two days, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I just lay on the cot, resting my head on the hard pillow they gave me. I still wore the same dress and hijab as before. They hadn’t hurt me, but they wouldn’t talk to me. Wouldn’t tell me what they were going to do to me.

Would they kill me?

The door opened, and I flinched. I sat up and curled my legs to my chest. Was this it. I blinked raw eyes and licked chapped teeth. I needed more to drink. A man walked in, all in black, his turban wrapped about his face to hide his identity. He held a tray with food steaming on it. It looked like spiced lamb wrapped up in pita bread with some rice on the side and a large glass of water. I swallowed and relaxed a bit.

If they were going to hurt me, they wouldn’t feed me right before they did. Right?

I slid my feet to the floor, the old carpet rough beneath my bare feet. The tray thrust at me. I took it, staring into the man’s eyes. They were the only part of him I could see. I stared into them and frowned. There was something familiar about them.

“Imam Karimi?” I said, furrowing my brow.

The man stiffened. “No, no, not this man.” His voice was gruff like he was trying to lower it. “Mistaken.

“No, no, it is you, “ I said, shocked by the fact he was here. “I thought you liked futas. You married me.”

“You fucked my wives!” he spat out, his eyes going wild.

“But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn’t adultery for a woman to lie with a futa,” I said. “You said—”

He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked his cock as he watched, furiously masturbating as I pleased his wives. As I made them cum and cum and cum.

My world reeled.

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September 1st, 2038

Another two days passed in boredom. I thought about every time I was with Imam Karimi’s wives over the last two months. From the first time when he walked in on me fucking Rizwana from behind as she ate out Fahima, to the last time the day before my kidnapping when he jerked off his cock as Fahima rode my mouth and Rizwana my cock. I left the older wife full of my cum as she begged me to breed her.

“Yes, yes, give me a child like you gave Fahima,” she’d moaned. “I want a baby. I need one!”

“Yes, yes, breed my wife!” the imam had moaned and came as he jerked his cock, crying out in pleasure.

It baffled me. He seemed to like being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. His wife was mewling with delight then smiled as her husband mounted her. She had this big, satiated grin on her face as she enjoyed a delicious dessert after the feast I’d given her.

The door opened. It was time for me to eat. I sat up and blinked. It was the imam again. His shoulders were hunched. He didn’t look at me. I hadn’t seen him in two days. I thought he wasn’t coming back, that shame had driven him away.

For a moment, anger surged through me. He must have been the one to arrange my kidnapping. He knew what I looked like. He might have even been in the van. Maybe he grabbed me that day. I should let him feel the brunt of my anger. I was still American. I wasn’t a meek, simpering woman.

Rage boiled through me, but… That wouldn’t get me out of here.

“Imam Karimi,” I said. His shoulders tightened. “How are your wives doing?”

He flinched, the plate covered in rice with chicken shook in his hand. I heard him swallow as he approached me.

“Fahima is pregnant,” I said. “Probably with my child. Rizwana might be, too. You should be happy.”

“Why?” he growled. “Why should I be happy that you bred my wife?”

“I thought you said that I was Allah’s special miracle,” I said. “A gift to mankind. That every Muslim woman should be honored to bear a futa-daughter. That every Muslim man should marry a futa so that she may breed his wife.”

“I did say those things.” He handed the tray to me and then shifted on his feet.

I wanted to press him more, but he seemed on the verge of flight. His eyes were bloodshot. Dark bags looked beneath them. I took a sip of my water, struggling to work out my next move. What I should say.

“What is going to happen to me?” I asked.

“We’re negotiating with King Njam to have him ban futas from the kingdom.” He shifted his shoulders. “They want me to retract my fatwa.”

“You haven’t?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Until the king changes his position, I can’t change mine.”

“Right, don’t want to look like you were behind this,” I said.

He shrugged.

A chill ran through me. I knew Karimi was with the kidnappers. Would they… dispose of me.

“So it’s jealousy, huh?” I said through the fear bubbling through me. This cold dread that I wouldn’t survive. It angered me. I was just trying to spread love and joy. To give passion to all these women that lacked it. “That’s it? You are just such a pathetic man that you couldn’t handle me fucking your wives.”

He looked down. His feet shuffled from side to side.

“They enjoyed me!” I said. “You know that. Your wives are happier. You were happier. You were enjoying them as much as me.”

“I…”

“Don’t lie. I saw you jerking your cock. And I know how much you enjoyed my sloppy seconds.” I shook my head. “But you’re such a pathetic man, you grew jealous of a futa. You couldn’t follow your own teachings. How sad is that?”

“They are my wives,” he whispered.

“And?” I stared at him. “Talib has the balls to enjoy me making love to Wahida. Shafaqat asks me to come over and fuck Duha. He wants to follow your words. To be a good Muslim man, but you… You had a guest kidnapped.”

He flinched back at that.

“I was invited to Saudi Arabia by King Njam,” I said. “I am a faithful, Muslim futa. I worship Allah and believe Mohammad is his prophet. I plan on making the Hajj and see the Kaaba. I follow the pillars!” I rose, my anger burning through him. “You welcomed me! And then you betrayed me! What is going to happen to me, truly?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, looking away.

A terrible chill rippled through me. “They’re not letting me leave here alive.”

He backed up.

“That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, retreating faster. He reached behind him for the doorknob.

“You do!” I said. “You can do something about it, too. Can’t you.”

“I can’t.”

“Bullshit!” I glared at him. “You welcomed me in your home, and you’re going to let them harm me? What sort of Muslim man are you, huh? Let alone an imam!”

“I’ll be in trouble,” he said, staring up at her. “You know who I am.”

My stomach rippled. That cold chill shot through me. His eyes were desperate, afraid. “Then what if you saved me. What if you set me free. I can tell the authorities that you forced me. That you didn’t have a choice. They threatened your wife.”

“Why?” he asked, staring at me, his eyes wide.

“Because I like your wives. They like you. I don’t want them to suffer.” I swallowed, reaching out. “’O My Devotees, who have committed excesses against their own selves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Surely, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed He is the most Forgiving, the Merciful.’” I spoke the words of the Quran with confidence. “That’s Sura 39:43. Right? It is not too late to do the right thing.”

He trembled.

“You’ll never get to see me with your wives again,” I purred. “I know you found it hot. That’s why you turned me in. You were shocked by how much you enjoyed seeing your wives cumming on my dick. I know you loved it. You fuck your wives so hard after I’m done with them. You’ll miss out on that. You’ll regret that.”

“It is too late,” he croaked. He turned the doorknob. “I am sorry, Nova.”

He darted out of the door, slamming it shut. The lock clicked a moment later.

My legs sagged. All the passion I felt deflated out of me. I stumbled back and sank to my cot. I stared at my food, the steam rising up. I was starving before he entered, but now… My stomach felt so cold and empty.

They were going to kill me. I wouldn’t get to see my Wahida again. Or Talib. He was becoming my friend. A wonderful person. Fahima and Rizwana, Duha, Shazi, Fathiyya… I would miss them all.

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

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September 2nd, 2038

The sounds of shooting brought me out of my sleep. It was early the following day. I groaned, feeling groggy. I had such a hard time finding rest. I kept thinking those dark thoughts. Bleak, depressing, hopeless thoughts. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to see my futa-daughters being born. I wanted to hold them in my arms.

Angry shouts echoed. I trembled. Something had gone wrong.

My door exploded open in a burst of splinters. I screamed, kicking at my covers and pressing into the wall. My blonde hair swayed loose about my shoulders. I should cover myself. That strange thought screamed through my fear-addled mind as the dark shape rushed at me, looming, swathed in black.

He shouted something in Arabic and grabbed me, throwing a hood over my head.

This was it. I groaned as the man hauled me out of the room. I wanted to be strong, but the terror was so great. More shouts echoed. I heard the pops of guns. I cringed, my shoulders hunching inward. The strong hand guided me forward as the tears spilled down my face.

I was pushed against something cold. Metal. A car. The door was wrenched open and I was shoved into the backseat. The man hopped into the driver seat. The car started as I shuddered in the back. More gunshots erupted behind me as the car drove forward.

“A-are you…?” I trembled. “I…”

“It’s okay,” the man said, his voice soft. It sounded like the imam. “Take off your hood, Nova.”

I pulled it off, blinking. It was still night. Flashing lights danced behind us. I turned to see cop cars before a building. Figures were surging in. Gunshots cracked inside. I gasped and then looked ahead to see the imam, his shoulders hunched.

“I… I made a mistake. I didn’t know they planned on hurting you. I just wanted you to leave. To never come back, but…” He swallowed and stared back at me with raw eyes. “You were right. I felt jealous. Inadequate. You are so much more than me. Allah created you futas to replace us men. I see it now. We’re too brutal. Too violent.”

“That’s just being human,” I said. “I don’t know if us futas are any better.”

“Your mother, President Woodward, seeks to unite the world. She wants to make peace. End the violence. It is a good idea. That was why I accepted King Njam’s possibility. I wanted a world of peace, but one where Islam survived. It will, through your children. Allah sent your mother to change the world. For all of us. I believe that. I should have embraced it, but I was weak. Scared. I am sorry, Nova.”

“You did the right thing,” I told him, my body trembling. Everything shook. I came so close to… I didn’t want to think about it. “You realized what you were doing was wrong before it was too late. Thank you.”

“No, no, don’t thank me,” he groaned. “This is all my fault. I listened to those men. I… I helped them. Not out of fear, but cowardice. Jealousy.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. I squeezed him. “We all make mistakes. We all do the wrong thing, but… today, you did what as right. I meant it. I will say you were forced. That you didn’t have a choice. I will see you protected.”

His shoulders shook. Then I realized he was crying. He stopped the car and pressed his face into the steering wheel. It wasn’t long before I joined him. I leaned back into the car seat and shuddered, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

I almost died, but he found his way back to being a good man. He made it right. I had to work hard to be a shining example. I had to show the world that futas were important. That we were going to bring about a change. Maybe Allah did send us.

It was as good a reason as any other.

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I emerged from the bathroom bathed and refreshed. It was hours later. I had an emotional day. I had to speak to the police and tell them what happened. Then I saw Talib and Wahida for a few moments before I had to appear with King Njam and his queens, standing with them as he gave a speech about the importance of futas and not letting the fundamentalist hold Saudi Arabia in the past.

Imam Karimi was there, looking stunned. He stammered through an address and wept as he was thanked by the king. I would keep the man’s secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone. Every one of us had that dark jealousy in us. Every one of us could make such a poor decision that might not hurt people physically, but emotionally…

Forgiveness was something important.

Now I was feeling alive. The shock was wearing off. I spent five days as a prisoner. I wasn’t abused, but I was terrified. I thought I would never see my family again. I emerged wrapped up in a dressing gown, my blonde hair wet. I felt alive.

Talib was there. My husband cupped my cheeks, staring into my eyes. “I was so terrified. I had my cousin ripping apart the Kingdom looking for you.”

“He didn’t sleep for days,” Wahida said. She had such a gentle smile on her lips. “When I saw that van drive off…” Tears beaded her eyes.

Talib kissed me on both cheeks then stepped aside. Wahida threw her arms around me. She held me tight, trembling against me. Our lips met in a deep kiss. I held her tight, loving the feel of her against me.

I broke the kiss and stared in her eyes. “I’m here. I’m safe, my Wahida.”

“My shining Nova,” she said, still holding me.

Beyond her, Fahima and Rizwana held each other, staring at me with wide eyes. “Our husband won’t talk about it,” said Rizwana. “They took him, too?”

“To force him to recant his fatwa,” I said. “But he refused. He helped me escape. He was a hero.” The lie came easily. I had forgiven the imam. I didn’t need to cause him more pain. He had saved me, tipped off the police and pulled me out before they could arrive so I wouldn’t be in danger during the raid. “He’s a hero.”

“Wow,” said Fahima.

“I know,” said Rizwana. “Our husband…” She smiled so brightly, such pride in her eyes.

I could never tell them the truth. It would break them. He made a mistake, but he fixed it.

“You must be tired,” said Wahida, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bed. I noticed then that she was wearing a light nightgown, the linen clinging to her dusky body, her flesh bleeding through in spots. Her nipples were dark shadows, and the flesh of her hips and thighs darkened the fabric as the cloth hugged her curves.

“Well, I am tired, but…” My futa-dick throbbed, pressing against my own dressing gown.

“Well, I shall let you rest and leave you in the hands of our wife and our friends,” Talib said. He had a twinkle in his eye. He wouldn’t watch me make love to Rizwana and Fahima out of respect for the imam. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you, my husband,” I said, smiling at him. He was a good man.

“My heart, take care of her,” he said to Wahida.

“Always, my husband,” Wahida purred, smoky passion in her eyes.

He shuddered then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. The click of the latch made me shudder. A wicked thrill ran through me. My eyes flicked to the three women. Already Rizwana and Fahima were pulling off their hijab, revealing their silky, black hair. So different from my blonde locks.

I didn’t get my futa-mother’s hair coloring, but I got her lusts. My futa-dick was hard now. It had been so many days since I had orgasmed. Not since I discovered the joys of masturbation had I gone longer than half a day without erupting.

Five days… My poor ovaries must be so full, just ready to unload.

I sank down on the bed and groaned as all three stripped naked. My wife pulled off her nightgown, revealing her nude flesh beneath. Her skin had that dusky, olive hue of the Middle East. Not quite brown, but darker than my beige skin. Her eyes were dark, her small breasts perky and delicious. She had a brown birthmark shaped like a heart on her left tit.

The source of Talib’s pet name for her.

My eyes drifted down to her shaved pussy. She was pregnant with my daughter, or so I hoped. My futa-dick throbbed as my eyes flicked to the other two. Fahima and Rizwana had their dresses off. The imam’s wives were both lovely, the older Rizwana ripened to perfection, the younger Fahima a budding flower of delicious delights. They wore colorful bras and panties, Rizwana’s a bright orange with white lace, Fahima’s a passionate red with a black bow on her panties.

Their bras came off together as Wahida caressed her flesh. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as the imam’s wives unveiled their delicious tits. Rizwana had such large, lush breasts. They were so big, so perfect for burying my face into. Fahima had round breasts, her areolas oval, her nipples fat and dusky brown. She had a perkiness to her tits. They swayed as she wiggled out of her panties.

“You three are so beautiful,” I moaned. “I am so glad to have you as my lovers. My wife and friends.”

Rizwana smiled. “Fahima and I are honored. I hope you’ll kindle a child in me, too. I’ve wanted one for a decade, but…”

Fahima shifted. They didn’t like to talk about their husband’s infertility issues. I had a suspicion that Rizwana thought she was the problem for years until the imam married Fahima. When the younger women failed to conceive, it was clearly the imam who had the problem.

Not that he would admit it.

Well, I would give her all the futa-daughters she could want. “Mmm, let’s get her ready for me,” I purred as the three naked wives advanced on the bed, their pussies all shaved and gleaming with her passion. “What do you say?”

“We’re here to take care of you,” said Wahida, grabbing the hem of my nightgown. I shifted, letting her draw it out from beneath my legs and rump. My futa-cock came into sight, throbbing hard as it thrust from my trimmed, blonde bush, my pussy soaked.

“Well, breeding you will take care of me,” I purred. “Help me feel recovered.”

“She just wants to cuckold our husband,” Fahima purred, slipping on the bed on the other side. She grabbed my nightgown, helping Wahida pull it over my breasts.

My round tits came into view, jiggling. I groaned as Rizwana grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them as the others pulled my nightgown over my head. The world went white for a moment then my blonde locks spilled out of the neck hole and around my face.

“I think she does,” Rizwana purred before engulfing one of my pink nipples in her hungry mouth. My cock throbbed and ached as she sucked. This wicked heat shot through me. I groaned, my futa-cock twitching and throbbing.

Her tongue darted around my nub, teasing me. This wanton heat flowed through my body. I groaned, my heart racing. The pleasure twitched and throbbed at the tip of my cock, my pussy clenching as the wicked imam’s wife nursed at my nipple.

“That’s not getting her ready for me,” I moaned. I cupped her face and pulled her mouth off my nipple. “This is.”

I kissed Rizwana hard, savoring the feel of the older woman against my lips. She felt so delicious. So hot and wonderful. My futa-dick throbbed and ached, my pussy clenching as my tongue dueled with hers. My heart raced as I savored this wicked treat I was about to enjoy.

My hands cupped her breasts. I massaged them as I pushed her back. They were so big and pillowy. So soft. My futa-cock, throbbing before me, brushed her stomach. The tip caressed her. Pleasure shot through me. This wicked tingle that had my heart racing. She stretched out on her back her hair piling around her face as my hands squeezed her tits.

They were just so lush and lovely. I broke the kiss, smiling down at her. The older woman had a wicked grin on her lips. She flicked her tongue across them like she was savoring the taste of me. I winked at her then squeezed her tit and ducked down.

I sucked on her nipple.

“Nova!” she moaned, squirming on the bed.

My futa-cock throbbed and ached as her fat nipple filled my lips. A bead of pussy juices ran down my swaying shaft, the ticklish trickle making me moan about her nub. I groaned, my heart racing as I sucked harder. My cheeks hollowed as I loved every bit of her. I savored this wondrous moment, enjoying playing with her.

I sucked harder and harder. My cheeks hollowed. She gasped, her head tossing back and forth as she squirmed on the bed. Her hands clenched as she trembled. Her eyes fluttered. She groaned and moaned.

I nibbled on her. I sucked with hunger on her wonderful nub. Beside us, Wahida and Fahima kissed, their tongues dueling. They moaned as they enjoyed each other, hands playing with the other’s breasts.

It was a delicious sight to watch out of the corner of my eye.

I loved Rizwana’s nipple as my cock throbbed harder and harder. My dick pulsed and ached. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. I sucked hard then my mouth popped off with a wet plop, leaving her pillowy mound jiggling.

“Mmm, Nova, you are such a wicked thing,” she purred. “Thank Allah for sending you to us.”

Fahima broke the kiss with my wife to groan, “Oh, yes. I never would have found these delights with other women.” She smiled. “Especially your miraculous cock.”

“Mmm, yes,” Wahida said, placing her hand on Fatima’s flat belly. “We’re going to have her daughters in nine months.”

“Sisters who shall be so close,” purred Fahima, her eyes sparkling as her hand went to my wife’s belly.

“They need a third,” I said, scooting down Rizwana’s body. I kissed at her dusky stomach as I smooched lower and lower. “Don’t you think?”

“If Allah in his mercy wills it!” moaned Rizwana, her stomach quivering beneath my kiss. The scent of her sweet pussy swelled in my mouth.

“I pray that he does,” I moaned. I licked past her bellybutton, savoring the salt of her skin. She tasted so delicious.

Then I was at her shaved pubic mound. I pushed her thighs apart, her sweet musk filling my nose. It was such a sweet treat to inhale. An intoxicating musk that made me shudder. I took a deep breath, a quiver racing down to my aching futa-dick.

“Ooh, we have to help my futa-wife get your wife ready,” Wahida said, breaking away from Fahima.

“You’re right,” Fahima purred. She turned and then lowered her head. The silk of her hair spilled over Rizwana’s large boob. I heard Fahima latch on and suck.

What a wicked sound.

Wahida shifted over to join me as I leaned into feast on Rizwana’s married pussy. My wife had a bright gleam in her dark eyes. She licked her pink lips, her dusky cheeks blushed bright. I smiled as she settled down beside me, her body rubbing against mine.

Our cheeks pressed together as we nuzzled down and licked at Rizwana’s married twat. The imam’s wife moaned. She shuddered as our tongues danced through her folds. Her sweet musk coated my tongue, making me ache and throb.

I was so lucky to be here. To love these three women.

Tears burned in my eyes for a moment. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. I trembled, then I buried my face back into her twat, licking with Wahida. Our tongues danced past each other, caressing Rizwana’s labia and each other. It was so exciting to brush my wife’s tongue as we ate out the older woman.

“Allah, yes!” groaned the imam’s wife. She shifted on the bed as we feasted on her. “You three… all of you are such houri.”

I smiled. Divine maidens.

My tongue caressed up and down that wonderful slit. I feasted on her, sharing the sweet cream with my wife. Wahida’s cheek rubbed against mine. It was such a wicked thing to feel. My heart raced as I enjoyed her touch. My hips wiggled back and forth. This naughty sensation shot through me.

Juices spilled down my aching futa-cock.

My lips brushed my wife’s as we shared the same pussy. The sweet cream of Wahida anointed our mouths as we kissed. Our tongues darted out, loving each other as we still nuzzled into that juicy pussy. I groaned, my heart racing.

Wahida broke the kiss. “I asked Allah for your safety during all my prayers,” she whispered. “I love you, Nova.”

I kissed her again while Rizwana moaned in delight. I savored kissing my wife for a second, then broke it, turning to the older woman’s twat. My lips latched onto her clit, sucking it. Wahida nuzzled in lower. I think she had her tongue plunging into Rizwana’s depths.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Rizwana moaned. “Oh, you three… You’re getting me ready for Nova’s cock. For her miraculous seed to quicken in my womb!”

She spasmed, gasping in orgasmic delight. My wife squealed in bliss. I knew she was licking and lapping up that sweet delight flooding out of Rizwana’s twat. I shuddered, my futa-dick aching, my pussy clenching in delight.

I sucked hard on Rizwana’s clit, giving her all the pleasure I could. Fahima’s mouth popped off her sister-wife’s nipple. The younger woman trembled in delight. She then did something wild. She threw her leg over Rizwana’s head and straddled her.

“She’s ready!” moaned Fahima, lowering her pussy to her fellow wife’s face. “You have to breed her! Allah sent you to us to give us babies!”

“Yes!” Wahida moaned. “My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift.”

“Damn,” I groaned, my mouth popping off that sweet nipple. “You’re right, I do. Allah sent me here with a mission.”

I raised my head. My tongue licked across my lips, gathering up the wonderful cream. This wicked delight surged through me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. This passion pulsed from my pussy to the tip of my girl-cock. I had to be in here.

Wahida rose with me, her face dripping with sweet cream. She shifted to the side as she seized my dick. She stroked my shaft as she kissed me, her lips tasting of delicious pussy. I groaned into her mouth while Fahima whimpered nearby.

“Yes, yes, Wahida’s lining up Nova’s cock at your pussy, my delight,” moaned Fahima. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed her squirming on her fellow wife’s mouth. “She’s going to breed you, Allah willing!”

I broke the kiss with my wife and moaned, “Allah willing!”

My wife grinned at me as she pressed my cock against the hot, silky embrace of Rizwana’s pussy. I groaned at the caress of the older woman’s silky flesh against my dick’s crown. My breasts quivered, my blonde hair swaying about my face.

Wahida leaned in, nuzzling aside my blonde hair, and whispered into my ear, “Breed her, my love. My beautiful Nova. Explode in her.”

“Yes!” I moaned and thrust forward.

I rammed to the hilt in Rizwana’s married twat. The imam’s wife squealed into Fahima’s snatch. I shuddered, that wonderful, juicy delight engulfed me. I savored being in a woman’s pussy again. I survived. I had another chance to breed a sexy wife.

“Allah, thank you!” I moaned to the creator of all. He made futas. He gave us these wonderful dicks so we could please his women. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Breed my sister-wife!” groaned Fahima. She leaned forward and cupped my breasts. She squeezed them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. I groaned, trembling as she massaged my pale tits. “Give her the gift you gave me.”

“Yes!” I moaned and leaned forward.

I kissed one of the imam’s wives as I fucked the other. Fahima’s lips melted against mine. She tasted Rizwana on me, that juicy flavor that currently bathed my thrusting futa-dick. I slammed forward hard, my cock burying over and over into juicy twat. My breasts jiggled.

My pussy clenched. This wild, wanton, wicked heat surged over me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Fahima’s. The younger woman whimpered into the kiss as Rizwana feasted on Fahima’s pussy. My girl-dick throbbed as I buried over and over into the older woman.

“Yes, yes, breed her, my exploding star,” groaned Wahida. Her head ducked down. I gasped as she sucked on my nipple.

Rapture shot down to my pussy. My hole tightened, my ovaries growing full with cum. I shuddered, burying hard and fast into Rizwana’s pussy. Her silky pussy gripped me. I kissed her fellow wife hard, growing dizzy from the pleasure surging through my body.

So much delight. So much passion. It was incredible. I loved it. I reveled in all the pleasure. My tongue dueled with Fahima’s, my cock pumped over and over into Rizwana’s twat, and Wahida sucked on my nipple. All these delights surged through me, building the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

Rizwana’s pussy gripped my cock.

Massaged my throbbing tip.

The pressure built and built with every thrust into her pussy. I churned her up as I kissed her fellow wife. Rizwana moaned, feasting on Fahima’s twat. The older woman groaned and gasped as I buried into her.

“Mmm, cum in her,” Wahida moaned between suckles on my nipple. “Flood her.”

I broke the kiss with Fahima to moan, “Yes!”

“Give her a baby!” moaned Fahima. Her head darted down, nuzzling at my other breast. “Breed my sister-wife!”

“I will!” I groaned, the pleasure surging through my body. This wicked, wild heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pumped away hard. Fast. I buried into a juicy cunt. I savored every hot plunge into a wicked passion. The heat rippled down my shaft and filled my pussy. I groaned, my heart racing. Passion surged through me with every plunge into Rizwana’s cunt. Two hungry mouths sucked at my nipple.

It was incredible to feel. To experience. Fahima and Wahida sucked and nibbled and teased my nubs. Their tongues caressed my areolas. Their lips sealed around my nipples. They sucked and teased and made me tremble.

Jolts of delight zapped down to my cock reaming Rizwana’s pussy.

I came closer and closer to spilling into her pussy. To pumping her full of my cum. I groaned, the heat growing, aching, swelling in me. This wicked, wild heat. It was incredible. Wonderful. It was the best thing in the world.

I groaned and gasped as I thrust forward faster. I pounded Rizwana, my breasts jiggling as the two hungry wives sucked on my nipples. Their black hair swept together. Their dark eyes stared up at me as they nursed on my pink nubs.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, coming closer and closer to erupting.

Fahima moaned. Her eyes widened. She moaned around my nub, squealing with pleasure.

“Drown me!” Rizwana moaned, her pussy squeezing around my cock as I plunged into her depths. “Flood me!”

I realized Fahima was cumming.

It was so hot. I trembled. Her moans around my nipples sent delight shooting to the tip of my cock. That wonderful ache swelled as I plowed through the married woman’s pussy. I wanted to hold out, to let the imam’s wife cum first, but…

Five days.

“Allah, thank you for your mercy!” I howled.

I exploded in Rizwana’s married twat.

“She is cumming in me!” the older woman moaned.

Fahima and Wahida both popped their mouths off my nipples. Wahida kissed me, arms locked around my neck. I dueled my tongue with hers while my cum spurted hot and fast into Rizwana’s fertile pussy.

“Yes, yes, breed my wife!” moaned Fahima, trembling through her own orgasm, still. “Give her Allah’s gift!”

“Yes!” Rizwana moaned.

Her pussy spasmed around my erupting cock. The delight firing from my girl-dick increased. That wonderful pleasure surged up through my body, mixing with the waves of bliss washing out of my convulsing twat.

Cream flooded hot down my thighs. I clutched Wahida to me, kissing my wife as my cum boiled into another woman’s flesh. I groaned and shuddered. This amazing passion surged through me. It spurted out of me again and again.

It was an incredible treat. An amazing delight. I felt dizzy with it. It was incredible. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to keep spurting out of me. This awesome passion. I loved Wahida while I gave Rizwana what she wanted.

Her pussy milked me dry as my wife pushed me back.

I held her tight as she pressed down to the bed. My cock popped out of Rizwana’s pussy, a final blast of cum spurting out. I had no idea where t landed. Wahida clutched me tight as she squirmed atop me. I felt something wet on my face.

Her tears.

She broke the kiss, her eyes swimming with passion. “You’re really here.”

“Really here,” I whispered, stroking her face. I brushed back her tears. “I won’t ever leave you. I love you, Wahida.”

My wife kissed me. At that moment, I knew it was all worth it. The risk coming to the Middle East, my kidnapping, the potential for future danger. It was all worth it to find this woman. She was delicious, delightful. I loved her so much. Allah had brought us together.

He had given me a miracle, too. He brought me back to my wife.

I squeezed her rump, massaging and kneading her as she squirmed atop me. Her tongue dueled with mine. She loved me back while my still-hard cock nudged at her pregnant pussy. I shuddered as she wiggled.

As her pussy engulfed my cock, I knew I was home for good.

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December 23rd, 2038

“What an ordeal,” said Amelia as I sat with her on the couch on the brightly lit stage of her talk show. “I can’t believe it. How brave it was for Imam Karimi to break free of your captors and rescue you.”

“He risked everything to save me,” I said. Over the last few months, he had worked tirelessly to make up for his mistake. What little resent I had faded. Especially with both his wives pregnant with my daughters.

The ultrasounds were conclusive. They were futas. I was about to have my first three children. Nothing compared to my futa-mother, Becky Woodward, but I was doing my part to make the futa-future a reality.

“It was, but it was so worth it,” I said. “The Muslim world is becoming so welcoming to futas. Trust me, there are plenty of men who are eager to see their wives writhing in passion with one of Allah’s miraculous futas.” I stared at the cameras. “My half-sisters out there, I knew a few of you are watching. Don’t be afraid of the Middle East. Help make it a better place with me. Do not let fear hold you back from changing the world. It is important.”

“It sounds like it,” said Amelia. “Well, that is all the time we have. It has been a great pleasure to get to know you, Nova.”

“Yes, it has, Amelia,” I purred, my eyes flicking up and down her body. I bet my husband would love to watch Wahida and me make love to Amelia. Wouldn’t that be a wild treat? “Thank you for having me on your show.”

“For those who have come in late, as always, our shows are archived so you can watch them on the go. Nova Alfarsi and her remarkable story about being the first futa-convert to Islam will soon be a book. You’ll be able to buy it to all online stores and on your favorite eReading app.”

I smiled at the stage.

The camera lights went out.

“Oh, what a great interview,” Amelia said, standing up. “I hope we can do it again.”

“As do I,” I said. “Do you have plans for tonight. I am sure Talib would love to take you out to dinner with us. He has reservations at this charming restaurant he knows of.”

Amelia smiled. “And what would be for dessert?”

“Oh, I think Wahida and I could whip you up something delicious,” I purred, “back in our hotel room.”

“Sounds great. Talk to my assistant, and she’ll work it out.”

I smiled and nodded. Then I turned around, adjusting my hijab as I headed to where my spouses watched off stage. They were both smiling. I didn’t love love Talib, but he had become like a brother to me. A friend. We shared a woman, and that brought people together.

“You were brilliant, my wife,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me two friendly kisses on the cheek, his beard scratching.

I didn’t know how Wahida could stand kissing him or having him eat her out.

“Yes, you were,” my wife said, cupping my face with her delicate hands. She leaned in and planted a warm, welcoming kiss on my mouth. It was hot and delicious. Her round belly, swollen with our futa-daughter, pressed into my stomach.

My futa-cock ached beneath my dress.

“So, I just got off the phone with my cousin,” said Talib.

“The U.S. ambassador?” I asked. My husband was a member of the Saudi Royal family. There were a lot of cousins.

He nodded. “While you were being interviewed, he was contacted by two of your futa-sisters inquiring about coming to the Middle East.”

I trembled. It was a start to helping my mother’s dream of the united world come closer and closer to happening. I would do my part no matter the dangers. I had to make a future for my futa-daughters to grow up in peace and safety.

The END of This Story of the Daughters of World’s First Futa

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Hannah has quite the question to ask Miranda.

I opened the door to the hallway and took a deep breath. “Crap, this floozy has my heart ready to break out of my chest,” I whispered before walking in there.

I strolled down to the end of the hall towards where our door was. Although, I stopped about at the twenty-foot mark, and leaned my back on the wall.

I dug into my pocket and pulled it out. “Why do I love Miranda so much? She is a psycho bitch, but I can’t picture my life without her now,” I muttered, bringing it to my lips.

I kissed it. “If I’m willing to give the hussy this ring, I guess I love her more than any other woman, besides my mom. I never thought of doing this with Barb, Erica or any other ex-girlfriend. I hated Miranda for the first couple years I knew her because she was the cheer captain and a tart to me. I don’t think it was because she confessed her crush, but maybe it was the hate sex we had.”

I glared at the ring for a moment in silence.

“Shit,” I sobbed, rubbing my face. “I’m crying because I just don’t know what to do. I love Miranda and don’t want anyone else, but she cheated,” I pointed out, lowering my hand. “Despite that, I still love her, and she knows how to keep my motor going. I guess the crazier the chick is, the better she is in bed. If I love her so much and don’t desire to be with another woman, then why isn’t this the easiest decision to make?”

I remained in that spot for a few more minutes, but didn’t speak a word. I felt my heart, and it was looking to burst out of my chest. I felt tingles because I wanted to do it, but my brain knew it wasn’t that simple.

I clenched my hand with the ring and hit my palm. “Fuck it, you only get one ‘Miranda’ in a lifetime,” I grumbled before I put my ring back into my pocket.

I stretched out and took in another deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” I said, prior to ambling to the door.

As I got closer to the door, I jiggled around a little bit more, and my nerves felt to being poked at by a needle. Although, I wasn’t about to stop because of that.

On the other hand, I halted at the three-foot mark. “What the hell, do I hear something going on in there?” I questioned before I calmly closed the gap and placed my right ear on the door.

“Oh, fuck, Miranda, you are some crazy lady,” I heard a woman moan.

I closed my eyes halfway. “Was that Mia? The chick from our old apartment complex?”

“Yes, eat my pussy as Barb eats yours, psycho bitch.”

I slanted my head back and covered my face with both hands. “Is my psycho bitch girlfriend cheating with both Mia and Barb in our office right now? Could she really be that stupid?”

I brought my hands down and bit down on my bottom lip. I peeked down at the handle and calmly grabbed onto it.

I turned it and lazily cracked the door open. “Yes, I recognize Barb’s ass anywhere, they have that three woman chain going on,” I sobbed before opening the door. “What the hell, Miranda?!” I roared, walking in there.

I came to her and slapped her ass. “You are cheating on me with Barb and Mia? You psycho bitch, how could you do this to me?” I cried, putting my hands up.

She looked right at me. “Babe, I’m sorry, I was planning on surprising you,” Miranda wept, getting off the desk.

“Oh, you surprised me, Miranda. I thought we had an agreement: you’d tell me if you wanted to see someone else. You certainly forgot to mention this, but I’ve noticed that you haven’t asked for permission in months now. Have you been seeing them behind my back?” I inquired, placing my hands on my hips.

“I would never deceive you, Hanna,” Miranda replied before she kissed me and wrapped her arms around me. “Please don’t be mad.”

I shoved her away. “Seriously, what the hell, Miranda? We’ve been in a committed relationship for almost two years now, and you are still pulling this psycho bitch bullshit.”

She stood naked and just cried for a moment. I peeked back at her desk and noticed both Mia and Barb seemed worried too, but they were holding each other.

“I just wanted to surprise you with a foursome, that’s all,” Miranda explained, closing the gap and placing her palms on my thighs. “We’ve had sex in here many times before, and I just thought it would be hot to invite them in here. You could have three different pairs of boobs to glance at, you know what I mean?” she pondered, placing her hands on my butt.

“It is true, Hannah. We were waiting in here for about forty minutes before our pussies got the better of us. It wasn’t even Miranda’s idea for us to start doing it before you came back,” Barb pointed out. 

I noticed Mia getting off the desk too, and she came to my right side. “Hannah, we all know how much you love her, so don’t be upset,” she advised me, prior to pecking my cheek. “She is an incredible woman, and you should hold onto her.”

“I respect your opinion, Mia, but this is between us, and not you or Barb,” I informed Mia, peeking at her.

She put her hands up and slowly backed away. I looked back into Miranda’s teary eyes, and my hand also made its way down onto the pocket in my skirt.

I bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds before I brought my hands up. “Why are you such a psycho bitch, Miranda? Do you have that gene in your DNA? I guess that’s why, but this is too much, Miranda,” I informed her, shaking my head no. “Barb and Mia are beyond sexy ladies, but I’ve never thought of being with them or any other woman since we started our weird relationship,” I related to her before taking her hands. “You’ve always been more than enough woman for me, but you’ve proven that I’m not enough woman for you.”

She had tears forming on her face every couple seconds. “Please don’t break up with me, Hannah. Don’t let this mistake be the end of us; I know we can make it work. If you want me to commit to you, I will. I swear I’ll cut myself off from every single other person on the face of the planet if you want me to. I just want you, that’s all,” she pleaded before she kissed me. “I’m at your mercy now, Hannah.”

I covered my face again. ‘Oh, Miranda is the craziest chick I’ve ever met and probably ever will. And to think I was torturing myself on whether or not to propose. What was I thinking? Oh, now she is encasing her arms around me.’

We held our positions for a moment, and everyone failed to speak. I felt my anger going down a bit, but I was still pissed off. After that moment, I uncovered my face and broke away from Miranda gradually, but I still didn’t talk.

“Shit, you are still upset,” she whined, breaking eye contact.

“Yes, Miranda, regardless of what your intentions were, you cheated on me. I let you get away with it once, but I won’t allow it to happen again,” I informed her, shaking my head.

“So you are breaking up with me?” she sobbed, slanting her head down.

I viewed her cry as if she just lost a family member and then my hand calmly found my ring through my skirt again.

I took in a deep breath. “I don’t know, Miranda. I love you, but I hate you right now,” I answered, waving my hands around. “I swear I’ve never loved anyone quite like you, but you are a psycho bitch,” I branded her, grabbing her arms. “I just don’t know how this is gonna work between us. You can’t keep cheating and always be so insecure about our relationship.”

“What are you talking about?”

I took a deep breath, let go of her and hit my palm. “We’re still inseparable for the most part, that’s why we’re both working in this office. You sold us as a package deal to our boss. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with you and having sex in here constantly, but it is at the cost of us having our own lives. I can’t see anyone without you tagging along, not even my mom. It is like you think I’m going to bail on you if I just want some time away,” I explained before a pause and began walking back towards the door. “Just give me a couple of days away, Miranda. This time, I think we need some time apart. If you want to screw Barb and Mia here, then do it. I’m not gonna guilt trip you; I just want you to be happy. Although, I’m not sure at all that we’re gonna last forever at this pace.”

“Are you saying I haven’t lost you?” Miranda asked, wiping away her tears.

“You haven’t lost me, but I’m leaving now, Miranda. Do not you follow me out, text, call or contact me in any way until I contact you. Do you understand?”

“No, can’t we just talk about this?” she asked, coming to me again. “I swear, I’m a changed woman, I’ll give you space if that’s what you want. I’ll get a different job if you want me to, Hannah. I’ll be fully faithful to you, so I will even close my eyes when there is nudity in movies if you’d like. I only want to see you naked for the rest of my life,” she made clear before taking my hands and pulling my lips to hers.

We made out for a moment, but I failed to close my eyes. ‘I have no idea what to make of this witch, but I’m still quite upset,’ I thought, prior to pushing Miranda off me. “No, we just need some time apart,” I objected, leaving my hands up. “We know we love each other, but you hurt me. At the very least, I should be able to count on you to be faithful to me,” I sobbed. “I want to be more a woman you can sleep with; I want to be your…” I explained before I suddenly halted my words, clenched my fists and bit my bottom lip.

“What, Hannah?” Miranda cried, washing away her tears.

 I shed quite a few of my own tears then as we just eyeballed one another.

“I don’t think either of us knows what we want, Miranda,” I put on the record before I turned around.

“What does that mean, Hannah? What was the end of that sentence, you want to be my, what?” Miranda questioned, grabbing my arm. “We both know that I’m capable of listening, so please tell me. If you love me at all as of this very moment, then finish that sentence.”

I held my position for a moment as my heart began pumping into overdrive again. I slanted my head down and shook it a few times too.

“I swear if you tell me that you are ending things with me, I will throw a hissy fit so massive; you’ll want to beat the living shit out of yourself for not just going back to your place and showering there that first day. I’ll create the biggest scene you can imagine, Hannah. So don’t you dare tell me we’re over,” she explained before she took a deep breath and wiped her forehead. “You are my angel, and I’m your psycho bitch. There is no way that we’re ending this over me getting busy with Barb and Mia just ten minutes early. I won’t let it happen; you have to know it is true.”

My head arched back up, “Miranda, I’m not pulling the rip cord, but I’m gonna stay with my mom until Sunday,” I let her know before I kissed her one more time and gathered my stuff.

I turned around and went to the door without making eye contact with anyone.

As I was ready to walk out, I glanced at Miranda one more time. “Miranda, if you run after me naked, I will lose it. I’m not breaking up with you right now, but if you pull your classic move, you might just get me to yank it. I love you more than the day is long around here, but you can’t just pull this shit and get away with it. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Okay, are you entirely confident you’ll still want to cuddle with me as we watch The Walking Dead Sunday night?”

“Just respect my wishes, and maybe I will,” I replied, opening the door. “Goodbye, Miranda,” I said before I left.

I calmly strolled out into the hallway and shut the door without peeking back at them. I stopped just a couple feet down there and leaned my back on the wall.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” I sobbed, hiding my face. “I feel even worse than last time.”

I grieved for a moment and just stayed right there. I didn’t hear anyone else walking around, but after that moment, I just began ambling towards the door.

I mopped away my tears again as I reached the end of the hallway. “Fuck, I can’t believe I was thinking of proposing,” I fretted, prior to opening the door to the stairwell.

I failed to step into that area just yet.

First I glanced back my office door. “Proposing should be the easiest thing imaginable, but the psycho bitch complicated it.”

I continued to look at the door for a moment, but I didn’t speak a word. Suddenly, the door flung open.

I saw Miranda’s melons come out yet again. “No,” I protested, pointing at her. “Beam your ass back in there, Miranda! Do not do it, just don’t!”

She began walking rather quickly towards me. “Make me!”

I bit my bottom lip and just went into the stairway area. I didn’t say a word, but I thought of every single mean word imaginable. My eyes were wide open, and I moved as quickly as I could without risking tripping down the stairs.

I made it down six floors as my heart just continued to pump harder and harder. Even with the air conditioning, I felt my body getting rather drenched, everywhere from feet, all the way up to my forehead.

“Hey, Hannah!” Miranda yelped.

I made to the door that led outside and grabbed the handle. Although, I couldn’t just open it. Before I knew it, I heard the slight footsteps on the final steps of the stairwell. I leaned my head back and shed more tears, but my hand wouldn’t open the door.

“Hannah, you never uttered the words, ‘Miranda, I forgive you.’.”

I breathed rather heavily in efforts to catch my breath, but I didn’t turn to her. I heard her trying to do the same thing, but after only a few seconds, I felt her hand on my shoulder. No words became spoken, but of course, our actions said everything.

“If you love me, Hannah, then tell me you forgive me. You never actually said the words.”

I let out a deep breath and calmly turned to her. “I swear, I will forgive you if you just go back to the office right now. Have Mia or Barb give you a ride back.”

“What about us, I don’t want you to just to go your mom’s place and become more angry with me. Call me crazy, but I don’t think she likes me. I just know she is going to tell you to dump me. Please, come home tonight, and we can talk about this. Barb and Mia won’t be there, and we can just be there for one another. Just let us hold each other and listen to each other’s heartbeats. You’ll be able to see how mournful I am.”

“Until when though, Miranda? Am I seriously going to find out the hard way that you did it with my mom next? You’ve done this twice now, so what is to stop you? How can I trust you to control yourself? You seem like a chocolate fiend surrounded by it in a locked room. How are we ever gonna have kids with a relationship like this? Are you really confident that you only want me, both emotionally and physically?”

“Yes, Hannah. Let’s face it; we work because hated each other so much before. We’ve never talked about having kids, but I’d love to have them with you.”

“Okay,” I said before taking a deep breath. “I swear to you, just give me until Sunday night. I’ll come back, and you can apologize a million times, we can talk about having kids someday, and we’ll watch the show. We can do it naked or fully clothed. Then we can have mind blowing sex six million times if you want. We can just call in sick Monday and just fuck each other in every possible way, but you have to let me go,” I explained, putting my fists up. “I just need some time, please, give me a couple of days.”

I just watched her cry for a moment. ‘She is effectively tweaking my nerves now. Why, why, why do I love her so much?’

“Tell me you rather cut your legs and arms off than break up with me, Hannah,” she sobbed, jiggling around.

“You are standing out here naked when anyone could come out and see you. Why must you just make a case for you being a stupid tart?” I questioned, putting my hands up.

“Cheating on you was beyond dumb, because we always have mind blowing sex, whether it is in the morning, afternoon or night,” she listed, gradually strolling to me.

She took my hands and kissed me. “I… love… you, Hannah. We can stop having sex; I don’t care, I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I let her know before I kissed her. “Now I’m gonna go,” I mentioned, prior to walking away.

I couldn’t help, but to peek back at her. ‘She is balling now, but she did this.’

“Goodbye, Miranda,” I said before I went out the door.

I immediately looked for my car. “There is the sex box; we did fuck on top of it twice now,” I mumbled, walking to it.

I arrived at the driver’s side door, but I didn’t pull out the key just yet. I placed my right hand on the window and closed my eyes. I instantly pictured our past sexual escapades, and I couldn’t help, but to lick my lips and quiver somewhat.

I placed my other hand on my crotch. “Miranda, I couldn’t possibly love and hate you more right now. You are the dumbest psycho bitch in the world; I don’t know how anyone else could surpass you. My panties are soaked, you should feel happy about that, but how heartbroken you have me right now, you should feel horrible for that. I swear, I don’t think I’ll ever have a better emotional and physical relationship with someone else, but cheating is a dealbreaker,” I explained before my hand slithered onto my pocket.

I calmly pulled out the ring again and looked at it for a moment.

“Are you okay?” a woman asked, coming to me.

“Yes, I’m just having a moment with myself, Jackie,” I answered, glancing at her.

“Well, you are holding an engagement ring, so I agree, you need to think about it.”

“No, I disagree,” I mentioned, turning to her. “Shouldn’t it be the easiest thing to decide? You know you love them and they love you, so if you already bought the ring, shouldn’t you just do it? Plan it out of course, but just do it and not fight with yourself?”

Jackie featured a blank face. “I have no idea, but good luck to you,” she chuckled before she left.

I kept my eyes on the ring for a moment and shed a couple of tears too. “Oh, I love you, Miranda. You are a giant hussy, but my heart belongs to you. It just does, I guess. I have other people walking through here as I’m just standing here. Maybe I’m like you and just don’t care if people watch. I’m not naked, but still, I’m just standing here having a heartfelt moment. Maybe Jackie just told people that I’m thinking about proposing. I know we’ve kept our relationship a secret, but I’m sure at least a few people have figured it out. We have our door locked all the time, so I know that some people have put those pieces together.”

I closed my eyes for a moment and held the ring in my right fist.

“I’m not letting you break us up!” I heard Miranda shout.

 

“And there she is,” I murmured, putting the ring back into my pocket.

I wiped away my tears and stood in front of my car.

“Right here, psycho bitch,” I announced, waving my right hand.

She quickly found me and came right to me. “Even if I have to fuck you nonstop for three hours straight with more people watching us again,” she said before she stopped in front of me and kissed me. “I’ll do it to win you back.”

Her arms went around me, and her lips parted from mine. “I’m not losing you. Not today, tomorrow, not ever,” she cried, shaking her head. “Any questions?”

“Yes, what took you so long?” I pondered, bringing my hands to her butt. “You are three minutes late.”

“We tried to talk her out of it,” Mia answered, strolling towards us.

I looked at her. “What, are you and Barb a thing now?”

“Yes, we’re kind of in a serious relationship now too. Thanks to your girlfriend, she introduced us,” Barb responded before they turned to each other and began making out.

I looked back at Miranda. “You are my psycho bitch girlfriend, so it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t have our make up sex out here,” I mentioned before I brought her down with me.

Our arms went around one another, and we superglued our lips together. I didn’t even look around at the people this time, but I knew they were there.

“Hey, it is just a lesbian couple getting ready to have make-up sex on their car! There is nothing to see here!” Mia yelled.

 After a five minute make out session, I gently pushed Miranda off me. “Don’t ever let me break us up.”

“Not as long as I’m in love with you, Hannah. You are my angel, my queen, and my entire world. Now, I’m going to pleasure you as people watch again. Even if we get fired, all we need is each other. We’ll just get other jobs,” she mentioned, prior to leaning up off me.

She immediately helped me up and brought her hands to my skirt. She got it off me and then she ripped off my blouse too.

“How about this,” she murmured, positioning her hands on my back. “How you like to have a threesome with them?”

“No, I just want my psycho bitch, that’s all.”

“Fair enough,” she said, throwing my bra.

Her hands dropped to my thong, and she yanked it right off me. “Yes, I love this outfit on you, Hannah. I loved it even before that first day,” she moaned before she turned to Mia.

I saw Mia hand the psycho bitch our strap on, and she immediately put it on.

She came back to the car, but sat next to me. “Come here, and be my cowgirl.”

“Yes, please do that, sexy lady,” a man groaned.

“Fuck off, asshole!” Barb yelped.

“Yes, our girlfriends are having make-up sex, so get lost!” Mia added.

I granted her request and positioned myself right over her with my face to hers. She guided the dildo right into my slit, and our boobs came together.

We both looked at each other. “I guess we have another lesbian couple to hang out with too and we have them standing behind us too.”

“Yes, but shut up now, Hannah. This psycho bitch is trying to fuck you now,” she moaned, placing her hands on my butt.

She instantly began thrusting the dildo in and out of my slit.

‘We have the car rocking already, but we’re leaving nothing to the imagination. Once again, we’re having sex right out in the open. Fuck, I don’t know what to make of her, but I love her. Congratulations, Miranda, you have the summer sun beating down on me again with witnesses.’

I placed my hands on her shoulders, and then we put a small gap between us. Once again, we could have peeked down at one another’s breasts, but our eye contact was stable and not about to break.

My pussy dispensed out juice rather rapidly and I bit down on my bottom lip too. Needless to say, my psycho bitch girlfriend always knew what buttons to press at the right moment. She still managed to get the dildo in as far it could go and pleasure me.

“Yes, sweet, Mia, eat that pussy while our girlfriends fuck each other,” Barb moaned.

Even as we heard those words and could easily visualize the sexy action, neither of us looked away from each other.

“I only wish we could go to our first college and let all those other cheerleaders see us. I would certainly want them to see us now, whether we were naked or not. They should know just how much we love each other. I would fuck you right in front of our male and female classmates until the sun goes down, there is no shame in admitting it. Even when we’re in our fifties, Hannah, I still want to us to be in love. I’ll still be more than eager to get you off, every single night,” she elucidated before she kissed me. “Literally nothing can compare to the feelings I have for you, Hannah.”

“You want to be with me into our fifties?”

“Until the day one of us dies, Hannah. Then when the other dies, I want to both go to our personal heavens, where we’ll be together forever. All throughout eternity.”

“That’s a long time, at least twice as long as the run time of the movie Titanic, are you sure you want me for that long?”

“Yes, and there, we can go on for days, if not weeks, months or years. We’ll just be together, having sex, shopping for shit where we don’t have to pay, or watching a never ending movie marathon of the Die Hard films, Dirty Dancing, and The Notebook. When we cuddle, even in our old age, I’ll still have my hand slither into your panties so I can finger fuck you.”

“Okay, but fuck The Notebook, after we die, I’m never watching that movie again. It is both of our heavens, Miranda.”

All of the sudden, she began shedding tears briskly. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, Miranda,” I made clear, wrapping my arms around her.

We held each other for a moment and rubbed each other’s backs.

“I will fuck you some more in a minute, but I just want us to hold each other for right now.”

“Don’t worry; I love the sexy bitch side of you too. You don’t have to be a 100% psycho bitch.”

“Are you sure?” she questioned, leaning her head back. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you’ll stay with me.”

“I will,” I whispered, getting off her.

I lied down on the side of her and put my legs up in the air. “Although, right now, you have to stick that dildo back into this cherry you seem to love so much.”

“I will,” she moaned, positioning herself up.

She brought the head right to my twat and looked at me again. “Maybe we’ll go to jail, and we’ll get to have sex there too. That would be a hot memory,” she pointed out before the dildo sought shelter inside my pussy.

“Yes, Miranda, show me how much you love me and let the entire thing in there,” I moaned, slanting my head back.

“Damn, this is hot,” Mia muttered.

I failed to look at them, but I knew both Barb and Mia were close by and watching us. I felt Miranda thrusting the dildo at a slow, but pleasurable speed. Every time it went back in, I had just a small twitch, but I managed not to throw her off course.

“Are you crying, babe, am I hurting you?” she asked, halting the dildo.

“No,” I replied, peeking at her. “Keep fucking me slowly. Just remember this day, Miranda.”

“I will, I always remember days I have sex outside quite fondly,” she whispered, caressing my butt.

We looked at each other for some time, completely aware of our surroundings, but we didn’t let it bother us at all. The intimacy remained stable and be both blew kisses to each other a few times too. Nothing and no one seemed to compare to her, and I seemed to love that at the moment.

 “Even when we’re in our sixties, are you still going to find me attractive enough to fuck me?” she pondered.

“Yes.”

She leaned off me and let the dildo slide out. “You want to stay with this psycho bitch?”

“Yes.”

“Turn over and let me thank you,” she muttered, rubbing the dildo.

I did as she commanded and peeked back at her. “Fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, bitch. All these people want to see.”

“Damn right I do,” we heard a female voice respond.

We both looked to the side. “Hi, Ms. Good,” we both greeted her with guilty faces.

“Oh, I knew you two were a thing, why else would the door be locked so often?” she pondered before a pause. “What, even the blonde curly haired boss is a horny woman,” she moaned, letting her right hand slither into her skirt.

That didn’t stop her; she just inserted the rubber dick right into my pussy. “I’ll fuck you right in front of our boss, it is just the kind of psycho bitch I am,” Miranda muttered, placing her hands on my butt.

As she began thrusting, my eyes closed and my head slanted back too. ‘Holy shit, even our boss likes us. Maybe it is just Miranda; she might be a sexy magnet.’

The car began shaking a bit, and my slit already started hurting. Of course, the emotional spike was worth everything. I had no idea how much many other people were out there, but we had a cheering section.

“Come on, fuck your woman like you mean it!” I heard a male yell.

“Yes, do it and make her cum,” a female added.

I couldn’t look around; as I became just lost in Miranda’s pleasuring sex. I felt the dildo inside me a million times before, but with the added exhibition effect, she left paralyzed to some extent. All I could do was stand firm and fight the pleasure as much as I could.

“Take it, Hannah, take it. Take all you can right now because you love me. We’re both covered in sweat and getting worn out, but these people want a show. Let those titties shake around down there and keep moaning too. I’m not gonna stop until everyone is satisfied,” she explained, shoving it into my slit. “I love fucking you doggie style.”

“And maybe I can join you two sometime,” Ms. Good pointed out, lying on the side of me. “I know I have nice tits to stare at and I knew my way around a woman too.”

“You are naked, Ms. Good,” I muttered, looking at her.

“You can look, but not touch, Hannah. If I’m not allowed, then you aren’t either.”

“Too bad, but you two and your lesbian friends are quite lovely.”

“Thank you,” Mia said.

“Tell me you love me, Hannah” Miranda ordered me, slapping my ass.

“I love you, Miranda,” I sobbed somewhat. “I love you more than you know. Every time I see you at work, home or anywhere else, I remember how much I adore you now.”

“Tell me more, Hannah. Why do you love me so much?”

“I guess because you are you, Miranda. I don’t know why exactly, but I’m in love with you,” I cried, dragging my breasts on the car.

“It is alright, sweet Hannah,” Miranda moaned, rubbing my ass. “I accept you for who you are, just as you accept me. I acknowledge that love and want you to know that it is worth it,” she whispered, leaning down on me.

We both just felt one another in silence for a moment. We also caught our breaths and enjoyed the intimacy.

“Damn, my psycho bitch power is wearing off now, I don’t want to have sex out here, I just want to hold you now in private.”

I smiled, and she wrapped her arms around me. We still heard plenty of chatter going on, but we just enjoyed the intimate moment.

“Oh, you two are in love,” Ms. Good moaned.

“Yes, we are,” Miranda added.

She calmly let the dildo out and then I arched my back up.

I turned to her and kissed her. “You are my rock.”

“I guess that makes you my diamond.”

“Oh,” Ms. Good let out.

I was sure our boss was letting out her lady juice on the car, but we kept our eyes together.

“You mean everything to me, Hannah. I swear, I will never ever cheat on you again,” she made clear, placing her hand on my cherry. “I can’t risk losing you again.”

“Maybe we can invite the boss at least once, but that’s it. She does seem to be supportive of us.”

Suddenly, I felt my heart was to pop out. “Shit, the cops are here!” I roared, widening my eyes.

We looked around and saw a couple of squad cars with the lights on come towards my car.

“Shit, we might be going down together for real, hun,” Miranda said, wrapping her arms around me.

Most the people skedaddled, but our boss and lesbian friends stayed behind. Cops from both cars got out and strolled over to us.

“I swear, I’ll never break up with you,” I cried, shaking nonstop.

“Dare I ask: what is going on here?” the first officer asked.

Everyone stayed quiet for a moment.

She smooched my forehead. “Do not take away anyone else, officers, just me,” Miranda pleaded, turning to them.

They were both guys seeming to be in the forties, and they couldn’t help, but to check out the nude female figures that stood before them.

“And why should we do that?” the second officer asked. “You five ladies are naked in public, and we can’t just get away with indecent exposure. Besides, you are having sexual intercourse, that’s a big no-no, ladies.”

Miranda walked to the first one with her hands together. “My girlfriend and I were just making up, and our friends and boss just got comfortable. Please, just take me away,” she cried, putting her hands out. “She caught me cheating, and I chased her out here naked. I can’t let this come between us; she means everything to me.”

“Then why did you cheat on her?” the first officer asked, crossing his arms.

She slanted her head down. “Simply put: I’m a psycho bitch. Please, just take me, officers. I’ll do anything.”

They both looked at each other for a moment. “No, we want all five of you,” the second officer mentioned, pointing at all of us.

I came up with her. “I’m with her,” I said, putting my hands up.

“Us too,” Mia added as the rest of them came up with me.

They both chuckled for a moment.

“So, you two are in love then?” the second officer pondered, pointing at us.

“Yes, she is my angel, even though we once hated each other,” Miranda answered, encasing her arms around me again.

No one said a word for a couple of minutes as they failed to look away from us. I had no idea what to think, but I couldn’t calm my heart down to save my life. All five of us nude ladies did start to shed tears, but we all stood our ground.

“Okay, Miranda,” the first officer said, coming towards her. “If that’s what you want, we’ll just take you,” he announced, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

He put them on her with her hands behind her back, and I couldn’t stop crying to save my life.

“I love you, psycho bitch.”

“I love you too, babe. I love you so much; I couldn’t describe it to you.”

“Okay, you had your tearful moment,” the second officer pointed out coming behind her.

He covered her with a big gray blanket and brought her to his car.

I covered my face with both hands for a few seconds, but then I ran right to her as he put her in the car. “Can’t you please just let her off with a warning?”

“No, the rest of you are getting warnings right now, so you should feel lucky. Don’t worry, it is not like Miranda here is gonna go to prison over this, but she will spend the night in lockup unless you ladies would like to pay her bail,” the first officer said, leaning on the door.

“I’ll go down there right now. I won’t let the woman I love spend one second in jail,” I made clear, looking at her.

Both cops nodded and looked up.

“Wow, that’s commendable, Hannah. You hated her to her very core, but now you are in love with her?” the first officer pondered.

“Yes, in the end, fortunately, it happened. I can’t picture my life without her, and now she is my world. If we needed to hate each other enough for it to happen, then I’m happy it did.”

“Did you both get shot by Cupid’s arrows the first time she did this?” the second one questioned.

“Yes, but…” I said before a pause. “Wait a minute, how did you know she has done this before, or that her name was Miranda. None of us said her name in your presence, but you just referred to her by her name a minute ago.”

“We have our ways, Hannah. Having sex in public like this is nothing to be ashamed of, but it is rather risky. We’ve never done it, but we’re sure it is hot, don’t you think?”

I rubbed my face with both hands for a moment, but my tears suddenly halted.

I showed my face again. “What’s going on here?” I questioned, scanning on three of them.

“You can call me Bob,” the second officer stated, opening the door.

She got out, he took the blanket off her and uncuffed her too. I put my hands up and felt confused.

“And I’m Rick,” the first officer let me know, getting in front of her.

As Miranda became uncovered again, she had both of her hands clenched up by her chest.

“What the hell, Miranda?”

She separated her arms as she got close to me.

She wrapped them around me and kissed me. “Hannah, we’ve been seeing each other for almost two years now, and we love each other to no end. You introduced me to the wonderful lesbian world, and accepted me that day,” she explained, bringing her hands back. “I can’t thank you enough for that,” she mentioned, opening her hands.

“Holy shit, Miranda, is that engagement ring?” I inquired, covering my mouth and nose.

She calmly lowered herself to her knees and kept her eyes on me. “Hannah, I had other things I wanted to say at this moment, but I think all I need to ask is: will you marry me?”

I cheesed for a moment, but then I peeked around at the fifty plus people that were all watching us. “You psycho bitch, you planned this, didn’t you?”

“They are real cops, but they are also great friends of mine. I’m sorry, I guess, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are my queen and I’m yours.”

I just laughed for a moment and closed my eyes. As far as I knew, everyone held their positions, but I just had my own moment.

I took my hands down one more time. “Fuck, somehow I’m not surprised, but I still have my mind blown, Miranda. I love you, yes, I’ll marry you, psycho bitch.”

She slid the onto my finger and stood up with me. “I’ll always be your psycho bitch, Hannah,” she made clear before kissing me.

We wrapped our arms around one another and made out for over three minutes. Over that time, I had to giggle somewhat.

Our lips parted, and we maintained eye contact. “Ms. Good, we’re gonna take the rest of the day off and Monday too.”

“Fuck this ‘Ms. Good’ shit, you call me Jeanine, and you better invite me to the wedding. You two have been quite insubordinate, after Monday, you better be on your best behavior.”

“No promises,” Miranda mentioned.

“Well, this is all well and good, ladies, but you really need to get decent if you are gonna stay outside,” Bob warned us, getting into his car.

“We will,” I replied, leaning down and snatching my skirt.

I pulled out my ring, and she immediately began laughing. “Really?”

“Yes, so will you?”

“Yes, Hannah,” she answered before I put the ring on her finger.

We hugged each other again and rubbed our foreheads together as the cops left.

“Damn, you are witch wrapped in an angel, Miranda.”

“I know, so let’s go home and physically express our feelings.”

“Would you two get out of here already?” Mia wondered, coming up behind our boss. “Maybe you’d like to come to our place, Jeanine?”

“I’d like that too,” Barb mentioned.

I just grabbed my clothes before we got into my car and took off.

“I guess Jeanine is getting along with Mia and Barb,” she pointed out, prior to smooching my cheek.

“I swear, if you pull this shit at our wedding, I’m gonna do something psycho too.”

“Hey, it is our wedding, I have right to prance around nude if I want, sweet woman. Now let’s go home, get into bed and not get off it for three days.”

“Sounds good to me, you psycho bitch,” I answered before I kissed her.

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