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Melody knows just how Becky should lose her virginity: while the entire school watches!

Public Incestuous Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Four: Sister’s Public Cherry Popping

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Becky Yates

I swallowed the last of my brother’s cum. The jizz warmed my belly. My brother, Tim, groaned as I nursed his softening dick, wanting to make sure I had it all. I loved my brother’s spunk. It was such a yummy, salty treat. I couldn’t believe how fast I had become addicted to this delight.

It was all thanks to Melody.

She gave me such confidence to do things with my brother. In public. My friends were watching me suck his dick in our college’s bathroom while Melody—wild and uninhibited Melody—fucked her pregnant, younger sister up the ass with a strap-on. Lee, said little sister, was painting and moaning, coming down from her orgasm.

“Fuck, that was hot,” groaned my brother as he pulled his dick from my mouth.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, staring up at my handsome brother. He was tall and slender, with a sleek, muscular build perfect for being a swimmer. My body buzzed. I pulled my fingers from my virgin pussy. I had a wonderful cum. “I love doing things with you.”

“You are wild, Becky,” my friend, Kristi, said. She stared down at me. “This school is getting so crazy.”

“Yeah,” my brother said, staring at Melody and her sister. “Jesus, I’m in the girl’s restroom.”

“Yep,” Melody said. “Bold of you to be in here, cutie. But I always enjoy an audience. I know Lee loved it.”

SMACK!

The spanking sound whipped my head around. Melody had pulled the dildo out of her sister’s asshole while a red handprint grew on Lee’s ass. The slender girl, her belly growing round with Clint’s child, shuddered. Her round breasts jiggled. She licked her lips, gleaming with pussy juices.

“I shouldn’t be in here,” my brother groaned, putting away his softening dick and hairless balls (he shaved because he was on our college’s swim team). “Damn, Melody, I should… Fuck!”

My brother darted past my friends, Kristi jostled to the side, her brown hair swaying. Another girl was walking in and gasped at the sight of my brother. Then she really gasped as she saw Melody wearing a strap-on and Lee utterly naked.

“He’s cute,” Lee said. “I see why you like him, Becky. He’s not Master, but he’s kinda dreamy.”

“I can’t believe you were sucking your brother’s cock, Becky,” my friend Belinda said. She sounded stunned.

“Really?” Lee asked as she calmly started getting dressed. “I thought every girl was fucking her brother. Or sister.” She glanced at Melody and grinned.

“Not me,” said Rhea, my third friend. “Maybe I should.”

“You should,” I said, feeling really bold. Melody had given me just so much confidence. I mean, I couldn’t believe what I just did, and… It was so hot. I sucked my brother’s cock at school. My friends watched me. “It’s amazing.”

“And you still need to actually fuck him,” Melody said, getting dress herself, her blonde, braided hair swaying as she moved. “We need to get your cherry popped. Today.”

I shivered, my pussy clenching. “Today?”

“At school, since your home situation isn’t… working out.” Melody grinned, tapping a finger on her chin. “Your brother has swim practice today, right?”

I nodded, a hot wave rippling through my body.

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Melody Samuels

“Are you okay?”

I blinked, finding my half-sister, and girlfriend, Pam leaning on the wall by the bathroom’s exit. I was still riding high from fucking Lee up the ass with a dildo after she drank my piss and ate my cunt. I had such a hot audience: Becky’s brother, Becky herself sucking his cock, the other girls watching…

Wouldn’t mind playing with a few of those girls.

“I’m fine,” I told Pam, giving the half-Japanese girl a big smile. She looked fully Japanese, her face round and delicate, her eyes slanted and dark. You’d never know we shared the same father. She was our secret, incestuous lover. “Just having fun.”

“So much fun, Mistress Pam,” Lee said as she strolled past, a saunter to her steps. You’d never know she was just fucked up the ass with an unlubed dildo. She savored it. She loved it when sex caused pain, drinking it in. She took after our masochistic mother.

Pam slipped her arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to her. She had a soft smile on her lips, almost said. “Alicia stole your spot?”

“Yes!” I gasped, frustration bursting out of me. I was supposed to spend lunch having fun with our brother, Clint. I had such naughty plans. I was going to use this slut teacher, Mrs. Umayyah, as part of our play. I would have had the Arab whore licking my asshole clean of all of our half-brother’s jizz. “She did that little princess thing and… I felt like a Mom. I couldn’t say no to her and ruin her fun. She just didn’t want to wait until tomorrow.”

Clint didn’t come to classes yesterday, which was my day. We had an emergency at home and he had to fix a plumbing problem in our kitchen. We couldn’t afford to hire a plumber. Not when Clint could fix it himself. With our large family—three mothers, myself, four other sisters, Zoey’s girlfriend, Clint himself, my daughter and Pam’s, plus the two lesbian sisters who lived with us—we had to be careful with our budget and make sure we could buy food and pay the bills.

It was all that adult, responsible stuff that took time away from having fun with Clint. “Don’t you get frustrated?” I asked Pam. “Doesn’t it annoy you when we can’t have Clint all the time? We’re his girlfriends!”

“I savor the time I do get with him,” Pam said, a smile crossing her lips. “It’s such a special time. I treasure it.” She glanced at me, her smile growing naughty. “But I also enjoy my time with you. The others. I don’t mind sharing him. And you don’t either.”

“I don’t,” I said. “But that was before he had every girl at our college and our neighborhood coming up to him.”

“And what are you doing with Becky?” Pam arched a thin, black eyebrow at me.

“That’s different,” I said. “I’m just killing time. And it’s ending tonight.” A smile crossed my lips. My idea was just so naughty. “I need to find Mrs. Umayyah.”

“I bet that Arab slut’s in her classroom watching Clint,” Pam said.

“Let’s go find out,” I said, slipping my arm around her waist. She was such a wonderful girl. I was glad I had her. It was such a delight to love her. I was glad our father knocked up her mother and that we discovered who she truly was. When I brought her to my brother, a gift, we didn’t know we were related at all.

So it was so hot when we pieced it together after meeting her mother, Mrs. Hiragawa.

Pam and I hurried through our college’s cafeteria. Becky and those three girls were sitting at the table. They must all be friends. They were all sophomores, and I didn’t know those girls that well. This was my last year of college, only a few months until Clint, Pam, and I graduated.

What would that mean to our harem?

I sighed, aching for Clint. My hand slid down, groping Pam’s ass. She shivered beside me while a guy wolf-whistled. I loved the attention. I don’t know why I got off on being watched, but it was such a wicked thrill doing naughty things were I could get caught.

Or where people watched me.

It didn’t matter who watched me, just so long as they were people who I didn’t have sex with. It wasn’t the same doing it for my family. No, it had to be people who had never enjoyed me so I could see the lust swelling in their eyes.

The way Tim looked at me while his little sister sucked his cock…

My pussy grew juicier.

We left the cafeteria behind. The halls grew quiet. I passed my mother striding down the halls, a black-haired MILF in a low-cut blouse. She gave me a smile and a slight bow of her head. She taught history at our college and was also our sex slave. Our meant Pam, Clint, and me.

“You two look up to no good, Mistresses,” my mother purred.

“Wait until you hear what your daughter did in the bathroom. It will be all over the campus soon,” Pam said.

I just grinned. “Yep! But that’s nothing on what I have planned for later.”

“Oh?” my mom asked.

“You might want to stick around after classes, Mommy-slut,” I said as I kept walking, pulling Pam along with me.

“What do you have planned for after school?” Pam asked me.

I grinned at her as we reached the stairs to the second floor. Mrs. Umayyah’s classroom was next to my mother’s. Clint was in my mother’s classroom with Alicia and those two pregnant, Japanese twins he bred. Three cute, little girls for him to play with. The big perv.

I was in such a good mood. I liked it. I was riding high from abusing Lee and coming up with my naughty plan.

Pam squirmed beside me the entire walk to Mrs. Umayyah’s classroom. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. No panties on and a shaved cunt meant I had nothing to contain the flood of juices leaking out of my snatch. My inner thighs were so sticky. My sweet musk filled the air, a naughty perfume.

We reached Mrs. Umayyah’s classroom. I burst in and grinned as the Arab MILF gasped, wrenching her head away from the wall separating this room from my mother’s. The naughty woman had drilled a hole in the wall to peek in on the fun my family had in there. It drove the MILF so wild she went from a prim and proper Arab wife to a slut who whored out her own nubile daughter, as well as some other girls, to the faculty and students of our college.

She also whored herself out.

“What’s Clint doing to those girls?” Pam asked.

“He’s fucking one of those Japanese girls up the ass while she eats out Alicia, who’s licking the other twin’s asshole,” Mrs. Umayyah answered her hand returning to rub at her crotch through her skirt. “Do you want to watch? Though if you’re horny, I figure you could just walk in there.”

“Alicia’s having her fun,” I said. “We’ll have ours tomorrow. Now I need one of your whores distracting the swim team’s coach after school.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Umayyah said. “Leyla would love to do that.”

“Your daughter is as big a slut as you are,” I said, grinning.

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Becky Yates

Everyone stared at me, especially girls I knew who had brothers. Word was buzzing around our college. I couldn’t believe that they all knew I was committing incest. Their attention made me feel so wicked. So naughty.

Especially those envious and curious gleams in those girls eyes. I hoped I gave them the courage to do things with their brother. To take that plunge into incest. Every sister needed to enjoy her brother’s dick.

And today, I would enjoy my brother’s dick. I would lose my virginity.

As the afternoon passed, my excitement mounted. I squirmed through all my classes. I could hardly pay attention in my final class, history with Ms. Samuels. She gave me a naughty wink when I walked in and licked her lips.

She had heard the rumors and… Did she have sex with her nephew, Clint? I think she must. Melody certainly implied everyone in her family had sex with Clint, even her mother. And to be Clint’s sister, it meant Ms. Samuels also had sex with her sister’s husband. Did that mean incest was a tradition in Clint’s family.

Those questions made me so dizzy with lust.

My poor panties were soaked as History passed in an eager daze. I kept glancing at the clock. Time clicked by so slowly. I could feel every shift of the second hand. It felt so slow, like I never realized how much time could pass between one second and a next.

Click.

Click.

Click.

I just wanted class to be over. I wanted to lose my virginity. It made me so wet. Melody had something naughty planned, and knowing her, it would be were everyone could watch. Would I lose my virginity while the entire student body watched? That did just sound naughty.

Wicked.

Hot.

Click.

Click.

Click.

I chewed on my lower lip, kneading it with my teeth. Not hard, but just enough to give me some sensation, attempting to draw my attention up from my juicy, virgin pussy. It failed. My cunt itched too much. I wanted my brother in me so badly. I wanted his cum spurting into my depths. I wished I wasn’t on birth control. My mother didn’t want any unexpected pregnancies.

She definitely wouldn’t approve of who I wanted to have sex with.

Finally, Ms. Samuels said, “I want you all to read the chapter on reconstruction,” she said. “Be ready for a test on Monday. There just might be an essay question on carpetbaggers, so pay attention. Now enjoy the rest of the day.” She paused. “Especially you, Becky. I hear you’re inspiring the swim team today.”

My cheeks went crimson.

The class burst into conversation, girls whispering and guys chuckling. Phones were out, people looking at them, typing, texting. Notifications buzzed my own phone. It vibrated in my skirt pocket. If it was shifted to my pussy, I bet it could get me off.

I took a deep breath as I rose slowly. This was it. It was time to lose my virginity and…

Where was I supposed to go?

I pulled out my phone, scrawled through notifications—mostly me being tagged in various Facebook and Twitter posts—and didn’t find any messages from Melody. I frowned. Where was I supposed to go. I drifted out of the classroom, about to text here when a bright voice said my name.

I looked up to see James’s younger sister, Jenny. She grinned at me. Though she was younger than me, she felt more… adult. More experienced. Her light-brown hair, held back from her face by a pink hairband, danced about her shoulders as her blue eyes twinkled.

“You’re going to love it,” she said, hooking her arm in mine.

“Love… it?”

“Getting fucked by your brother.” She patted her belly. “I have my brother’s baby growing in me. It was so wonderful. You are definitely going to love it!”

I nodded my head, a buzzing delight rippled through me. My heart beat so fast as she tugged me down the hallway, merging into the flow of students. It was only when we had gone a dozen or so feet I realized she was taking me somewhere.

“Um… where are we going?” I asked.

“Why, to where Melody wants you to be,” she said. “To lose your virginity.”

“Oh,” I said, my cheeks going pink. “You know about that?”

“The whole school knows about it.” Jenny giggled. “You’re lucky that Mrs. Umayyah has dirt on so many teachers thanks to those naughty whores of hers.”

I blinked at that. What was that? Whores? Mrs. Umayyah? Wasn’t she that devout, Muslim teacher?

She led me down to the first floor and then towards the gym. And the pool. I realized where we were going now. I shuddered as my pussy grew wetter and wetter. Swim practice. I felt like such an idiot as my mind was putting together the pieces of Melody’s plan.

Then I realized we weren’t the only students heading to the pool. There were others. Some grinned or giggled when they saw me. They waved at me or flashed me thumbs up or said such naughty things to me.

It felt like a game was happening. School spirit was on display. That excitement brimming in the air. It buoyed me. They were all coming to watch me lose my virginity. My college would witness it. This was so insane. I couldn’t believe how much our college had changed since last year.

Clint and his harem had opened all our eyes to such taboo things like incest. This felt like the culmination of it, building over the last few months until our school was ready to witness me losing my virginity to my brother.

We flowed into the pool. It had spectators seats to witness the swim team in our Olympic sized pool. Our college had a great swim team, one of the best in our part of California. I trembled, my heart beating faster and faster as we passed into the warm, slightly humid air of the pool. The smell of chlorine filled my nose.

My brother in a speedo flashed through my mind, his body sleek and lean, sexy and strong. His speedo cupped his cock and balls, hugging his ass. He was such a stud. Dizzying waves of lust washed through my body.

“There you are,” Melody said as I entered the gym. The stands were filling up. The swim team were in the water, surrounding my brother. I stared at him while Melody was talking to me, her words drifting over me.

The guys were grinning, slapping him on the back. They clearly knew he was about to fuck me before the entire student body. He was such a dreamy hunk, standing in the water, the sexiest guy in our school. I couldn’t wait—

Melody snapped her fingers before my face.

I blinked. “What?”

“Get naked,” she said then grabbed the hem of her top. “Time to pop that cherry.”

I shuddered and nodded my head. This was so naughty. I couldn’t believe this was happening. As Melody’s round breasts came bouncing into view, I drew up my own blouse. I exposed my pale stomach while cheers broke out around us.

“Take it off, sluts!”

“Look at those titties!”

“Damn, she’s not as flat as she looks!”

I blushed at that as my small breasts came into view. I didn’t wear a bra today, following Melody’s example. My pussy clenched. I wiggled out of my skirt again, my firm tits jiggled before me as I bared my ass, bending over and shoving it at the crowd, my pussy on display, my black hair falling down my face. They could see that I was freshly shaved this morning.

The wolf-whistling and cheers swelled. My three friends were sitting halfway up. Rhea flashed me a thumbs up. All the students were all staring at me, lusting for me, but I was only for my brother to enjoy. And… any cute girl that wanted to lick my pussy. Melody had awakened that delight in me. I could even share them with my brother.

Like Melody did with her brother.

“Go, Becky, go!” the excited shouts of Lee echoed over the crowd. “Go, Becky, go!”

“Go, Becky, go!” a deeper voice shouted. “Go, Becky, go!”

I spotted Lee with her family. Clint was even there, his little sister Alicia sitting on his lap. Her brown pigtails danced around her face as she cheered me on, joining Clint and Lee. The chant spread, more and more students taking it up. The pool resounded with the passion. All these people were hear to witness my deflowering.

I almost swooned.

“Come on,” Melody said, the both of us naked now. She took my hand and led me to the pool. My eyes fell on her swaying hips. Her inner thighs glistened with excitement.

She was wet for this. She wanted this. I wanted to swoon again. It was such a thrill. We were going to be so naughty. I was going to lose my virginity.

She led me right up to the edge of the pool. She looked down at the water. Shivering, I sat down on the edge of the pool, the concrete rough beneath my ass. My feet dangled down into the warm water. I spread my thighs. I felt my brother, and the other members of the swim team, staring right at my pussy.

“Hey, cutie,” Melody called, kneeling beside me, her breasts jiggling as she beckoned to my brother. “Come here and show your sister how to eat pussy. She’s just not good enough at eating mine.”

The members of the swim team all whooped, water splashing as they slapped my brother on the back. They pushed him forward to me. The pool rippled about him as he marched towards me. My pussy clenched.

“GO, BECKY, GO!” thundered the crowd behind me as Tim came closer and closer to me. I leaned back, Melody grinning at me before she straddled my face.

My brother’s wet hands grabbed my knees. This was happening.

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Melody Samuels

I felt Clint’s eyes on me. He was sitting between Pam and Lee, Alicia on his lap, and my mother sitting behind him. I shuddered as a ripple of delight washed through me, glad he found the time to show up and watch me getting wild in public, the culmination of my exhibitionist lust. I was a little shocked to see him, but it helped to heighten the fun. He was one of the many, many pairs of eyes staring at me.

Me!

Did he feel any jealousy knowing all these guys were not only lusting after cute, nubile Becky, but me? Did it make him realize that I could have my pick of any of the cuties at our school, but that I choose him because I loved him. I loved him since we were kids. I grew up in love with him. Before the harem, it was Clint and me.

A strange, angry surge shot through me as I straddled Becky’s face, my back to the crowd, my breasts shaking. Everyone watched my ass, my braided hair dangling down my supple back, as I lowered my shaved cunt to Becky’s hungry mouth.

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

“Yes, yes, go, Becky, go,” I moaned as her tongue fluttered through my labia, flicking from my clit to my pussy hole. A wave of pleasure rippled through me.

Tim stared at me, his eyes so wide as he gripped his sister’s thighs. A smile grew on his lips as he watched me grind my juicy cunt on his little sister’s face. My hips wiggled from side to side, the heat washing through me.

“Come on, cutie,” I said, giving him a wink. “What are you waiting on? Lick her pussy. Show her how it’s done. A stud like you must know how to make a girl cum with his mouth.”

“Yeah, I do,” he grinned. “You sure this is the best way to teach her?”

“Shy of the crowd?” I asked, his sister’s tongue fluttering around my clit. “Can’t get it up with everyone watching you? Or scared of your sister’s snatch? Mmm, be a stud, cutie, and eat her.”

“I’m not scared,” he growled. His masculine pride surged through him. His need to prove that he was a stud who could make a girl cum while the entire student body watched him.

He buried his face into his little sister’s bald twat—which I thought it was so hot that she’d shaved herself. It made her look so cute. I just wanted to devour her myself. She gasped into my pussy as her brother took his first lick of her snatch. He flicked his tongue up and down her nineteen-year-old slit, eating her while the entire student body watched on.”

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

Their shouts thundered around me, swelling my bliss. It was such a wondrous experience. It made me feel so amazing. My body buzzed. My cunt throbbed as Becky’s tongue fluttered through my folds. She licked me with such enthusiasm. She loved my cunt while her brother loved her.

I loved incest. My ass clenched as I round my pussy up and down her mouth. My breasts bounced and jiggled. The swim team moved closer, staring at my tits. I grinned at them, sliding my hands up to cup them.

“Mmm, Tim, yes, that’s how you eat your little sister’s pussy!” I moaned. “She loves it. You hear her moaning into my cunt, cutie?”

“Yeah,” he groaned between licks, his eyes flashing up to stare at me. “Damn, I can’t believe this. She tastes good.”

“And you’re going to pop her cherry!” I moaned. “You’re going to sink your dick into her pussy while everyone cheers you on?”

“Yeah, you are, Tim,” groaned one of his teammates, a cute guy with buzzed-short, brown hair. I think he was Rich.

“Gonna get your little sister’s pussy. Lucky dog.”

“So lucky,” I moaned, my hips swaying from side to side. “Becky’s got a juicy pussy. Every sister needs to enjoy their brother’s dick.”

I threw a look over my shoulder, smiling at the sight of Clint watching me. He hugged Alicia tight, her skirt spread over his lap and… She was fucking him. That little minx had her cunt wrapped about his cock. He had his head resting on her shoulder, his face twisting in delight as she wiggled and squirmed.

I groaned, a wave of heat washing through me. Becky’s lips sucked on my clit. She nursed on it, driving me wild with her passion. Her tongue caressed it, sending delight fluttering through my body. My fingers dug into my tits, my orgasm swelling and swelling.

Becky moaned about my clit. Then her stomach flexed. Her back arched, thrusting her belly up into the air. Her little titties jiggled. I reached down and cupped her small breasts, kneading her tits and thumbing over her pink nipples.

“Ooh, Tim, doesn’t your sister have cute titties?” I asked as he stared up at me. I grinned down at him. “Huh, cutie? Aren’t they just sexy?”

“Yeah,” he groaned into her cunt, his nose rubbing against her clit. He was snorkeling in her incestuous snatch.

His right hand shot up her body. Before I could move my hand out of the way, his fingers brushed mine. I gasped as a jolt of electricity shot through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching, a dizzy wave of heat washing through my body. I jerked my hands back up to my tits, groping them as the pleasure coursed through my body.

Becky’s tongue dove into my pussy hole now. My clit rubbed against her chin as she plundered my depths. I shifted and worked my hips, grinding my clit on them as my orgasm swelled so fast. The cheers swept around me, the student body watching her eat me to my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes, cutie, you’re eating your little sister’s pussy so well. You’re driving her wild. She’s going to cum. Mmm, yes, yes, make her cum. Make your sister explode!”

“I will!” he growled and nuzzled his face back and force into her pussy.

“Tim!” she squealed into my cunt. “Oh, Tim, yes, yes! This is so amazing! You’re going to take my cherry.”

“Yes, yes he is!” I moaned. “He’s going to pop your cherry! Every brother should take his sister’s cherry!”

I threw a look back over my shoulder, Clint watching me as our little sister worked her cunt up and down his dick. He had his hands around her waist now, bouncing her up his dick a few inches. Pure rapture burned across Alicia’s face.

“Oh, cutie, make your sister cum,” I moaned, whipping back my gaze to stare down at Tim. My pussy clenched around Becky’s probing tongue. “Just make her erupt! She needs it so badly. She needs you to love her!”

“Uh-huh!” Becky gasped into my pussy. Her body shuddered. “Tim! Yes, yes, Tim!”

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

The nineteen-year-old girl came on her brother’s mouth. Her body quivered and quaked. She moaned into my cunt as her orgasm surged through her. My eyes widened as she shared her passion with me. She licked and lapped at my cunt as her brother sent her shuddering with orgasmic bliss.

“She’s cumming!” I howled, thrusting my right arm into the air like I was a cheerleader holding a pompom. Why didn’t I ever become a cheerleader? “She’s cumming on her brother’s hungry mouth!”

The crowd exploded. They whooped and hollered. The swimming arena thundered with their excitement. It swelled through me, feeding my orgasm as much as Becky’s tongue swirling through the depths of my cunt. My face twisted in rapture.

My clit throbbed against her chin.

My rapture exploded through me. It was incredible. My body quaked. My tits heaved as I threw my other arm into the air. My had leaned back, my braid swaying across my supple back as I quaked and shuddered on the virgin.

Becky drank the juices gushing out of my pussy while the rapture surged into my mind. It washed through my thoughts, coating them in my passion. Bliss buzzed through my body as I drank in this wondrous moment.

“Yes, yes, yes, cutie!” I moaned. “You made your sister cum! You’re getting her pussy ready for your cock!”

“I am!” he growled. “I am, Melody! Goddamn, this is so hot!”

“It is!” I moaned, stars bursting through my eyes. They spilled across my thoughts as I squirmed on Becky’s face

Another orgasm burst inside of me. My pussy spasmed so hard it almost hurt. I drank it in, my stomach flexing. My fingers flexed and clenched as the rapture drowned my thoughts. I leaned back so far I fell off Becky’s face.

I shuddered on my back, not caring about my braid digging into my spine. The world spun around me. The cheering students were standing up. All save Clint up front. His face twisted in rapture as he flooded Alicia’s cunt with his cum.

That should be my cunt being filled with jizz.

“It’s time!” Becky squealed. “Oh, Melody, it’s time, isn’t it. For my brother to pop my cherry.”

I sat up on my elbows, staring down past my heaving tits at the girl. Her face was coated in my pussy juices. She looked so sexy. I licked my lips, ready for this next part. A hush fell over the crowd, sensing something amazing was about to happen.

“Get on your hands and knees, Becky,” I groaned. “I need more orgasms. I want you licking my pussy while your brother pops your cherry!”

As Becky rolled over onto her hands and knees, the crowd exploded in applause.

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Becky Yates

I trembled, my body buzzing from the awesome orgasm Tim gave me. I licked my lips, savoring Melody’s sweet pussy. The concrete bit into my knees and my palms. I shifted forward, moving my head towards her pussy while the crowd cheered me on.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was being naughty while my entire school watched on. I would be an inspiration to other girls to take that step and fuck their brothers. Just like Melody was an inspiration to me.

“Please, please, Tim, fuck me! Take my cherry!” I moaned, wiggling my hips as I lowered my head.

“You sure, Melody?” Tim asked as he rose out of the pool. I heard the water splashing, more dripping off of him.

It rained onto my ass.

“Oh, I’m sure, cutie,” Melody moaned as I nuzzled my face back into her bald pussy. This time, she wasn’t half-smothering me with her snatch. I could control where I licked her. “I want you to pop your sister’s cherry while everyone watches. That would make me so happy.”

“Me, too, Tim!” I moaned.

“Okay,” he groaned.

A whoop went through the girls a moment before a hard, fleshy cock smacked my rump. I shivered at the feel of my brother’s dick against my ass. I had stroked him, sucked on him, but I had never felt him there. Then he moved his cock down towards my pussy.

A sudden wave of nervousness shot through me. Whimpering, I pressed my face into Melody’s pussy, enjoying the familiarity of her silky lips on my mouth, her sweet cream coating my lapping tongue. Her bigger tits jiggled as she shuddered. A big smile crossed her lips.

She winked at me.

I could do this. I could let my brother pop my cherry while everyone watched.

My guts tightened as his cock reached my pussy. His tip pressed against my hymen. He felt so big. Could I really do this? I had to. Everyone was watching me. Cheering me on. My name resounded through the echoing room.

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

“Pop her cherry, cutie!” Melody hissed.

“Yes!” Tim groaned and thrust.

My eyes widened. I moaned into Melody’s cunt as my brother’s cock pushed against my maidenhead. That thin membrane stretched and stretched. It felt so elastic. A flare of pain shot through me. I whimpered into Melody’s sweet cunt, wondering how much force it would—

My cherry popped.

My brother’s cock slammed into the depths of my pussy.

A wave of incestuous heat washed through me at this wonderful moment. The air shook with the force of the crowd’s excited cheers. They witnessed my brother taking my virginity. His cock stretched me out as he reached so deep into me. My cunt clenched about him. I groaned into Melody’s cunt as the pain I felt became pleasure.

Rapture.

Ecstatic euphoria swept through me as Tim bottomed out in my pussy. He filled my cunt to the hilt. I loved how stuffed full I was. My tongue thrust into Melody’s juicy snatch, mimicking my brother’s cock. He groaned behind me, his strong hands stroking my sides.

Then he drew back. My tongue copied him. Melody shuddered when I thrust my tongue back into her pussy as my brother’s dick buried into my mine. Silky friction became hot rapture burning around his cock. My cunt drank it in as his balls smacked into my clit.

“Damn!” groaned Tim. “Damn, Melody, I’m fucking her!”

“Yeah, you are, cutie,” Melody moaned. “Fuck your little sister. It’s making my pussy so hot. Mmm, it’s inspiring her to fuck my cunt with her tongue.”

I did. As my brother pumped his dick in and out of my pussy, my tongue fucked in and out of Melody’s cunt like a mini-cock. I savored her hot depths while my pussy enjoyed my brother’s thick girth.

Being fucked was amazing. And being watched only made it better. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure rippled through my body. My hips wiggled from side to side as my big brother plowed me so hard, his balls smacking into my clit.

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

“You’re such a naughty slut, Becky!” groaned Melody, her hips undulating, smearing her hot cunt across my hungry mouth.

“Yes, yes, eat her pussy, Becky!” growled Tim. “Make her cum!”

“I will, big brother!” I moaned.

Tim’s hands stroked my sides. My tongue stopped fucking into Melody’s clit and just attacked her pussy. As the bliss rippled out of my snatch, I couldn’t do much more than mindless flailing up and down her folds, drinking her sweet pussy cream.

Tim’s cock pumping in and out of my twat stirred me up. It felt so much better than masturbating. Than even being eaten out by him. It was incredible. He stimulated me the way a woman should be. I wasn’t a little girl any longer.

I was my brother’s woman.

An orgasms burst inside my pussy at that thought. My cunt rippled about his dick as he thrust into me. I moaned into Melody’s snatch, my eyes squeezing shut. Such rapture surged through me. It was incredible. My hips wiggled from side to side, taking his dick as it buried into me again and again. It rippled over me. It made me feel so incredible.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy!” Melody moaned.

“Shit, she’s cumming on my dick, Melody!” Tim groaned, thrusting harder into my cunt, stirring me up.

“Well, then cum in her pussy, cutie!” groaned Melody.

“Getting there.”

His dick kept pumping in and out of my pussy. He churned me up. The pleasure flowed through me. Every thrust into me sent another ripple through my snatch. I flowed from one orgasm to the next, my entire body electrified by his dick plowing into me. He gave me such pleasure. Such rapture.

He made me tremble. Every orgasm was better than the last. His dick churned me up, my pussy juices running down my thighs as I moaned into Melody’s snatch. Stars dancing before my eyes, I nuzzled and pressed my face into her snatch, bathing in her sweet juices.

“Yes, yes, yes, Becky!” moaned Melody. “Ooh, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes!” groaned Tim. “Let’s cum together, Melody! Becky’s pussy is so hot! And she’s making feel so good!”

“Do it!” I howled. “Cum in my pussy, big brother, and Melody… Cum on my face. I love your pussy cream!”

“GO, BECKY, GO!”

Melody grabbed my black hair. She pulled my face tight into her snatch. As another orgasm burst inside my cunt, my pussy convulsing harder about my brother’s dick, Melody rubbed my face up and down her snatch. She masturbated using my nose and lips to please her.

I let her. I was too lost to my own pleasure to care about anything but Tim’s cock plunging into me. The incestuous climaxes rippled through me again and again. My pussy convulsed and spasmed about his dick, so hungry for his jizz.

“Cum in me, big brother!” I howled.

“Fuck!” Tim roared.

He buried into me. His cum spurted hot into my snatch.

My most powerful orgasm yet detonated inside of me. I screamed into Melody’s pussy as blast after blast of my brother’s spunk flooded my pussy. His hot spunk filled me. It spilled through my sheath. My cunt rippled about his dick, draining him dry while I moaned into Melody’s snatch.

Her juices gushed out of her cunt as she screamed out in rapture. Her entire body quaked and quivered. I drank down her cream as my mind melted in incestuous bliss. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was incredible.

“Fuck, Melody!” groaned Tim.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in your sister, cutie! That’s so hot!”

“It is!” I screamed out, my vision growing black, narrowing to a tunnel focused on Melody’s flushed face.

I pleased them both.

Tim grunted a final time. My pussy milked the last drops of his cum into my depths. He pulled out of my snatch. I panted, collapsing into a ball, his jizz leaking out of me. I smiled so much as he moved around me, my mind dizzy with passion.

“Damn, that was so hot,” Tim groaned.

“It was,” I panted.

I blinked my eyes, seeing my brother over me as he…

Reached for Melody.

I blinked in shock as he grasped the blonde’s shoulders, leaned over, and kissed the trembling twenty-one-year-old girl hard on the lips. My jaw dropped. My pleasure died in an instant as I bolted upright.

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Melody Samuels

I froze the moment Tim’s lips touched mine.

I was so confused. Why was he kissing me. And with such passion. I could feel his desire for me. How much he wanted me. His hands squeezed tight about my shoulders as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. A wave of heat washed through me.

A gasp went through the watching crowd. Becky screeched in shock.

My lips moved against Tim. For a heartbeat, my body surrendered to this cute guy kissing me, responding to his emotions. It all flashed through my mind in that second how he kept staring at me, always hinting he’d rather do things with me. I thought it was his shyness about committing incest with his sister but…

It was me he wanted. No other girl. He only fucked Becky to please me. He wanted me. He didn’t have any other distractions away from loving me. My body wanted to just surrender to him. Buzzing on my orgasmic high, I responded to him for a moment and—

What the fuck was I doing?

I wrenched my mouth away, tasting him on my lips.

“Melody!” roared Clint.

It crashed into me. Clint witnessed me kissing Tim for that minute moment. What I just did crashed into me. A mighty panic seized me. I couldn’t think. I stumbled to my feet, the entire student body staring at me.

“Melody?” Tim asked, his hand grabbing mine as he knelt before me.

I jerked away and bolted for the exit.

“Melody?” Clint called after.

“Wait, Melody!” shouted Tim.

I ran faster.

To be continued…

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Card reading with an interesting twist

My name is Passion, not the real name of mine, but it will do for this story. About three years ago I was traveling in North America, near the American-Canadian border where a small motel was found. Just one of these quaint little places found off the highway; that is high in the forested mountains, with a shop, diner, and a few rooms.

With this being late in the off season of travel, and it snowing up a storm! This was the first time I have seen or even touched snow in my life! I got stuck there at the motel for several days, and struck up a friendship with one of the workers, a lady by the name of Hopakaia.

Hopakaia lives at the motel, working in the gift shop and doing the various odd jobs of cleaning, laundry, and the like about the place. She also does some fortune telling for the guests who are interested in that thing. After her day was done, I was invited to her small apartment at the back of the place, where she offered a free demonstration of her abilities.

She did a few readings of my palm lines, in regards to such matters of how my life and family have gone so far, and did so with a stunning degree of accuracy. I and my family have always held that our fates are all pre-ordained, unknowable, but to a handful of people…and it looked like Hopakaia is one of them.

“You know Hopakaia, the future is already ordained for all of us, what the readers say is already meant to happen, and it shall happen.”

This caught her curiosity and made her pause for awhile as she sipped her coffee. Now I was drinking tea mixed with a strong whisky, some kind of home made stuff from what she said. The coffee drunk here in America is far too weak for my liking, more like drinking flavored water than real coffee; I like it strong enough that the spoon used stands up in it, before dissolving away.

“So, let me see if I have this strait, no matter what the future is shown to be, you will do it, because that is what will happen anyways, even if you don’t want to?” The look of curiosity and interest on her face were genuine. It was nice to share ones culture and beliefs with another person.

“Yup, that is the way it works. You cannot fight your fate, and like it or not, that is what will happen to you.” She went to get more tea and coffee, asking if I would like more of the whisky with it.

“Delighted to, its delicious when mixed together.”

I went quiet for a bit, thinking that there may be something she could do. “Can you do a reading of how my future in love and other things will turn out? Especially here in the Americas?”

This caused a peculiar smirk to cross her face, and seemed her eyes danced with an inner light. I just assumed at the time that meant she understood, and has a glimmer of my future fate.

“How do you mean by ‘other things’ in the way of love?” She was smiling slightly, hands cupping her chin, and a look of mischief growing; indicating she understood but was going to drag it out of me before doing anything.

“Just other things…” Now I started to feel a flush gaining on my cheeks and neck. Hopakaia grinned and nodded for me to continue speaking, relishing every moment of my total embarrassment. “I mean…will there be another one in my life…or more precisely…”

“Precisely as to what, this vagueness is not helping me in determining your fate.”

Finally I just took a deep breath, and spoke to her. “More precisely…will I be in bed with someone at the time. You know – me naked, legs apart, and the bed shaking to pieces as we get it on with each other.”

Her giggles were soon joined by mine, as the tension broke between the two of us. I explained much about the ways and customs of my homeland; and about the restrictions of the law on sexuality. I did not have to tell her that I have never been with anyone before; she pretty well figured it out on her own.

“So that is the problem eh? Tell you what let me fill you in on the way it really happens here in the states.” For the next ten minutes or so, she went into rather extensive and vivid accounts of sexual matters in the land. With another cup of tea in my hands, she told stories from her own, apparently very extensive experience, in such matters.

She excused herself for a couple of minutes, returning with a deck of fortune reading cards. “I normally would not use these just for anyone, they are very old, seven generations to be precise, and always tell what the future will be to a flawless degree.”

Understanding the compliment she was giving me, and the unspoken question asked I nodded my head for her to do a reading of my fate. “What will be will be, so let it be done in all things to come.”

The cards were laid out one at a time, with various types of patterns and pictures detailed on them. She started to tell me of their combined meanings, and with each word my interest and hope grew…

“In answer to your questions Passion, yes there will be a romance for you while in America.” She tapped a card that had many hearts upon it, situated next to a card with men and women intertwined.

“There will be a time of great love-making, and it will be in a most unexpected manner. Not violent, just sudden and intense for the encounter.” Now THAT got my attention, and I could feel the heat of desire and expectation rising in me. It felt strange, giddy, and sweet all at the same time, not what I had expected to happen.

“This card tells when, the twin moons indicate it will be at this night; most likely someone here at the motel. But then again, who knows for sure. Let’s look for some clues as to who it is…if you wish to continue.”

I nodded at her and waved my hand for her to hurry up and show who I will be with. Oh man! I was thinking. This is actually going to happen! And it will be this very night at the motel! My attention returned to her cards, as she set the next ones out.

“Interesting…green eyes, brown hair…interesting mix of traits for an exotic lover, or perhaps I should say lover’s as in more than one? Hmm, lets see now, the cards indicate that there indeed will be more than one tonight.”

She looked at me knowingly, and I blushed deeper than before, the interest building up in myself like a fire in its sheer intensity. “Lucky you, getting laid more than once in a night. Not many women can claim such an achievement even in the states.”

Her eyes drifted across my body, as if searching for some kind of hidden message or flaws. Instead of it making me nervous, it felt good for some strange reason. Eyes locked on my face, she declared “I can see you are definitely in the mood tonight Passion.”

When I asked her how she could tell, she pointed down at the front o my t-shirt, where the nipples of my breasts are as erect as anything. Not having bothered to wear a bra this night, I was embarrassed by how my body was acting. This set Hopakaia off into major giggling, deepening my own blush that much more.

“Now to the matter at hand, according to the cards, go to your room and wait for the sign, which will be a series of knocks on the door. I don’t know how long of a wait you will have, so be ready when they arrive tonight…and enjoy yourself.”

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Back at the room, I was finishing a shower, nervous and yet anxious at the same time, when the knock at the door came. Gulping, as it now was as the Americans would say it is “Showtime” for me, I called out to them to come on in and get comfortable. “I’ll be out shortly, just give me a minute or so, and get comfortable if you wish to.”

I spruced up my hair and lips, and then wrapped a small towel about myself; I figured any clothing would be quite unneeded this night. Looking over my reflection in the mirror, I steeled myself for the encounter. “Well little girl, in a few minutes, he will be laying on top of and inside of you. So be glad, for when he cums inside of you, then you become a woman indeed.”

Stepping out into the room, I started to introduce myself to the lucky gentleman whom will be fucking me tonight. Unfortunately I did not get more than a short “Hi there…” before stuttering to sheer incomprehension in the words. For right there before me stood a sight of rare beauty, chestnut hair, green eyes, well shaped in all regards…but just not a man…it was a young woman!!!

I looked her over as she folded up her dress, laying it atop the coat on the floor. She was wearing a set of sheer white bra and panties. “Seems like this is the right room now, isn’t it?”

Fate has just arrived in my presence. I just nodded to her at the question, waiting for the next part to play out. There is to be more than one lover tonight, and they will have the right color of eyes and hair. I gulped a couple of times as she shrugged, removing her bra and panties.

I saw how BIG those breasts were, much fuller and larger than mine indeed. She came over to me, walking with her hips seductively swaying, a light bounce to her step, and a wide smile of passion alight on her face. I could not help but notice the sheer beauty of her body, especially from her breasts downward!!!

For the first time I had ever seen what it meant for a woman to be “shaved” down there, I guess my eyes were locked onto her womanhood for longer than needed, shivering slightly with a mix of trepidation and delight at what was to come.

“Well now, I see that indeed you are a beauty. Let me guess, this is the first time you have ever been with a lady? Now, now, I’ve been around the block a few times, so its easy enough to see for me.”

I could not help staring at her nipples, looking like flush silver dollars, with the tits being hardened to the max!!! I had to force myself to raise my eyes up to her lips, full and sweet looking, and flickering with that tongue that I knew was soon to go to work on various parts of my anatomy…(BIG TIME SHIVER OF SHEER DELIGHT!!!)

Her finger softly caressed my lips, while the other hand is rubbing my neck. I just went into a complete shuddering at the feel, a touch sensitive but commanding at the same time. Then both hands moved slowly down my shoulders and arms with the lightest of feather touches…I accidently dropped my towel to the floor, and wound up blushed as she looked me over with an eye of experience…and sheer, unmidigated LUST!!!

My nipples became flushed and erect as the hands continued caressing me, working their way slowly to my breasts, cupping them softly; her fingers played upon my nipples so well that a fiery burning came with the giggling that parted my mouth. She teased me with a quick nibble on them, pressing lightly with her lips and circling her tongue over each in turn. My hands found their way to her head, and held her there.

Part of my brain screamed to stop, but my body overuled it, telling it to let it continue and happen, for this is what it was made for!!! I could feel my very breath become flustered and shallow, while my heart started pounding so hard I feared it would burst. I could not see at all, so hard of desire was flowing through my body, that they were shut TIGHT from the feeling.

She released my nipples from her mouth, giving me a brief moment of respite until her lushious lips met mine. Not exactly knowing what was going on, I did what she did as we kissed and tongued each other. Hands went down my backside, clutching me on the butt, holding it firmly yet gently, a mix of the fist of iron covered with a velvet glove at the same time.

My hands seemed to move of their own violation, carefully and nervously at first, taking the time to explore those huge breasts via touch. She let me examine them in their fullest of womanly glories, nipples erect like the great cedars of lebanon. Hot to the touch, and covered with a soft sheen of sweat garnered with the anticipation of coming passion, I realized she was getting as excited or more so than I was at the time.

It was to begin now, I understood. The union ordained by fate, set right before me at this time. Our bodies began to flow in time, synchronized by the feeling of touch, alive with the heat of lust, and linked by the fulfillment of desired passions.

As she gently moved me towards the bed, we were intertwined with kissing, touching, and feelings, both bodies shaking for an union of flesh to flesh, lips to lips, and the desire for release of rapturous delight!!! Then she laid me down, her soft body on top of me, feeling like an extention of myself; as I imagined I was an extention of her. For some unknown amount of time we lay there, linked by the fires within, building up in me via her touch, her look, and desires, bringing me to an edge of ectasy then letting up briefly only to bring me back again.

Easing downward, she kissed my breasts, chest, and stomach slwoly as she went, often nibbling lightly and playfully with her teeth. As she approached my womanhood, she eased my legs apart, and stroked softly my pussy, teasing me with more touches and light blowing of her breath on it. Finally I felt I could stand it no more, she spread apart my skin with her fingers, and extended out her tongue…ready to initiate me into the arts of woman-woman lovemaking…

Just in time for the damn knock on the door.

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Paula was going out of her mind, she was down to her last twenty dollars and if she didn’t find a steady source of income in a hurry she was gonna find herself out on the street!!! The rent was due in just three more day, no, make that three months rent was due in three days, and even though her landlord had been understanding of her problems, e?}?ven a nice guy like Mr. Fuller would finally put his foot down sometime, and Paula was pretty sure that time would be this Friday!!! Restlessly she thumbed through the help wanted ads, when suddenly her eyes locked on an ad that read, “Women, Make Big Money Fast, No Experience Necessary, Start Tomorrow, Call 555-4321 and ask for Mr. Zolton”!!! Could this be the answer to her dreams, that she didn’t know, but as her hand reached for the phone, she sensed that her life would be changing forever!?! “Please, have a chair, Miss Winters,” Ogden Zolton said easily, “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place!?!” “Uh, no, not really,” she replied softly, “your directions were perfect!!!” “Good,” he replied while leaning back in his chair and lighting up a cigarette, “so tell me, Miss Winters, do you know what we do here, I mean how we make our money!?!” “No, I don’t,” she answered quickly, “your ad wasn’t too specific on anything, except for the fact that the money was good!!!” He smiled for a second, and after blowing out a long stream of smoke, nodded and replied, “The money’s very good, in fact I’d say it was excellent, how does five hundred dollars a day sound to you!?!” “F-five hundred,” she stammered, “did you say five hundred dollars per day!?!” “Exactly,” he shot back, “and there’s a chance it could even go higher!!!” Her head was swimming at the prospect of making so much money so quickly, but her good sense told her nothing was that easy, so in a wary voice she asked, “What would I have to do to earn that kind of salary!?!” “A very good question,” Ogden Zolton replied while getting up from his desk and motioning her to follow him as he opened the door, “let me show you and you can decide if you’re cut out for our kind of work!!!”

Zolton led Paula through a rabbit warren of halls, making at least four or five turns before stopping in front of a nondescript door with a small “Do Not Disturb” sign taped at eye level!!! “You’re sure you wanna s?}?ee what’s behind the door,” he asked, “it could be, shall we say, upsetting!?!” “I’m sure,” she replied softly as a surge of fear and excitement shot through her, “let’s go for it!!!” “A woman after my own heart,” he said with a wink, “here goes nothing,” and with those words he slowly opened the door, and with her jaw practically hitting the floor, Paula stood there stunned as she watched a young man and woman making love on a large mattress in the middle of the small room!!! “W-what’s going on here,” she stammered, “why are you showing me this,” as she pointed at the two lovers locked in an embrace!?!” “See over there against the far wall,” he asked, “there’s a video camera trained on that mattress and it’s sending a signal to our website and on to a customer who’s watching all the action from the privacy of his own home!!!”

Now she had the whole picture!!! In order to earn that kind of money she’d have to take off her clothes and perform sexual acts for the private viewing pleasure of some anonymous voyeur!!! “Well,” Zolton asked, “could you do it, I mean in a room with a partner fucking in front of a camera!?!” Paula’s mind was racing, she really enjoyed sex, and if her partner was halfway appealing she thought she just might go along with it, but there was just one problem and in a low voice she replied, “Maybe, but my weight, I’m a pretty big girl and maybe your customers might want somebody whose body was a little more svelte!!!” Ogden Zolton shook his head from side to side and replied, “On the contrary, Miss Winters, there is a certain group of customers that revels in the Rubenesque type physique, and it just so happens we need another plumper right away!!!” “Plumper,” Paula thought, “that’s a cute way of putting it, but after thinking it over for a few moments, and then while wondering if she’s lost her mind, she heard herself asking who her partner would be!!!

Again Paula found herself following Ogden Zolton through the confusing array of ?}?hallways, until finally they entered a makeshift changing room, and much to her shock, sat a pretty young woman who asked softly, “So, are you the new girl, I sure hope so cuz the customers are waitin’ for us to put on a show!!!” “Now wait just a second,” Paula said while recoiling slightly, “you never said anything about making it with another woman!?!” “Don’t you think I’m pretty,” the slim big titted blonde asked softly while cupping her breasts and offering them up to Paula’s wide open gaze, “I just love making love with another woman, it makes me feel so sexy!!!” Still numbed from the events of the past fifteen minutes, Paula let the young woman lead her by the arm to a small studio much like the one she had seen earlier, and as the camera rolled, allowed the blonde to begin stripping off her clothing!!!

“What’s your name, honey,” the blonde asked while unhooking Paula’s bra and slipping it off her shoulders, “mine’s Penelope but everyone just calls me Penny!!!” “Uh, I’m Paula,” she stammered while Penny kneaded her big tits and began sucking her erasure sized nipples for all she was worth, “ohhhhhhhhhh my, that’s very nice!!!” Paula had never in her life made love to a woman, but she had to admit that the hot mouthed little bitch who called herself Penny was a tit sucker extraordinaire, and after having gently pushed her to the mattress on the floor, she lowered her smoothly shaven pussy down to her mouth inducing the plump newcomer into sucking her to the first of many orgasms!!! Every woman wonders what it would be like to suck another woman’s pussy, but what was most incredible to Paula was the fact that she was taking to it like a duck to water!!! Almost instantly she sought out Penny’s hot little clitty, and after nuzzling it for a moment or two, nipped and sucked it with such fervor that the hot pussied little bitch exploded like a rocket all over her face!!!

“G-good fucking god, girl,” Penny panted while resting on Paula’s big round tummy, ar?}?e you sure you haven’t done something like this before, you were unreal!!! Paula giggled a little bit self consciously, and then in a soft voice asked, “C-could you do the same for me!?!” “Of course I can,” Penny replied while scrambling around and tugging Paula’s panties down over her hefty thighs, “now be a good girl and spread wide for Penny’s hot mouth!!!” While Penny was blonde and fair, Paula on the other hand was dark haired with olive colored skin, so when her legs were spread wide apart, a gigantic mass of brown fur literally leaped out at you!!! Penny sighed deeply, and after gently parting Paula’s pussy lips, let her tongue wander up and down the length of her crack until finally coming to rest on her big fat clit!!! The intensity that Paula felt in her vagina was so overwhelming that she literally lifted her fat ass off of the mattress while almost bucking poor Penny into the twilight zone!!!” “Whoa, honey,” Penny chuckled while pressing her mouth back into position, “take it easy, I can’t suck it if I’m not on it!!!” “I-I’m sorry,” Paula mumbled, “it just was so exciting I almost lost my head, I won’t let it happen again!!!” But that was not to be the case, because as the hot mouthed little cunt lapper did her thing on Paula’s clit, an orgasm of tsunami like proportions slammed into her unsuspecting pussy, causing her hips to wrench hard, sending the poor blonde once again flying across the room into the unpadded wall!!!

Ogden Zolton watched on a closed circuit television feed back in his office of the plump young newcomer, and a smile broke wide across his face as she literally devoured Penny’s hot pussy in one large gulp!!! It was then that he did something he hardly ever did, and that was pull his own cock out to masturbate as the tiny blonde took her place on top of Paula’s hefty frame, and after taking a moment to get everything line up, jerked his pecker as the two women sucked each other in a wild display of sixty nine!!! As the two ?}?of them went at it, all he could think about was how incredibly sexy the little waif of a blonde looked while riding Paula’s rotund body, and just as the their pussies hurtled out of control, Ogden Zolton joined them as his own pecker erupted in a shower of cascading cum!!!

Back in the studio Paula and Penny were nuzzling each other as the camera rolled, catching each and every nuance of their performance!!! “So,” Penny asked, “how do you like it so far!?!” Paula kissed the little blonde on the cheek and relied, “I’d have to say this a job with great “fringes”, wouldn’t you!?!”

THE END

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The first time I watched another woman seduce her was life changing for us both. The first time I had ever watched two women making love. A casual conversation with a woman we hadn’t met before became erotically charged when they commenced talking about their sex lives. “I love being licked and teased,” Sarah told the other woman while holding her hand.

Her subtle invitation eagerly accepted by the other woman. Less than an hour later, something I had only ever dreamt about, masturbating my boner while watching another woman giving my lady cunnilingus, fucking her with her tongue. Showing me and the other woman just how much she loved being licked and teased by another bi -sexual woman, albeit a lipstick lesbian.

It wasn’t long after that when Sarah watched a young man seducing me, intent on giving my large, thick cock a blow job. Any remaining hang ups or inhibitions we had previously, had been completely banished after she watched him give me a most memorable head job, my hand caressing her magnificent ass all the while as she watched. Sedge meo tactile, feeding my ass fetish. Kissing with our tongues in the lead up to my orgasm. Asking me, “Is he good honey?,” as she watched him edge me to orgasm.

On a Friday night my lady Sarah and me were circulating at a cocktail party, she was so confident with her appearance, looking wonderful and glamorous, pleased with her ability to attract adoring and admiring looks from both males and females. Her magnificent ass and wonderful thighs in her heels and a tight fitting, above the knee, short tight skirt were the centre of attention for women and men every time she walked.

Before I left for the bathroom, I told her, “You look hot honey, so fucking hot, you could have any man or woman in the room. Telling myself if neither of us makes a connection tonight I am going to fuck her brains out when we get home.

When I returned from my visit to the bathroom she was holding hands with a woman I had never seen or met before. Their interest in each other more than obvious as she introduced me to Magda, her new lady friend, Magda lightly kissing me while she told me, “Your lady is a very attractive women, you are a lucky man,” while she teased the palm of one of her hands with a fingertip. The smile on Sarah’s face confirming her interest in Magda.

Magda’s hand on her ass further indication of her sexual interest in my lady, an exciting moment for me and Sarah. At that stage Magda was unaware that Sarah and I were both closet bi-sexuals, though by now I felt sure she had deduced Sarah was bi.

By this stage of our relationship I had learnt Sarah loves to be seduced by another woman. Preferably with me watching, complying with the rules we set early in our relationship. Sex with another person, male of female for both of us is acceptable as long as we have the option of watching – and enjoying. A key plank of our alternate sexual lifestyle.

After some initial reluctance and more than a little jealousy we learnt it can be very exciting and sexually liberating to watch your partner having sex with another person, female and/or male. Often learning completely new forms of sexual pleasure while watching our partners with new lovers. My lady and me both getting a special buzz masturbating while we watch each other receiving sexual pleasure from a new partner, attempting to orgasm in sync.

It was almost inevitable Sarah would invite Magda back to our condo for coffee. Shortly before we departed the cocktail party, Sarah whispered, “Do you mind honey, you know I want Magda to have me, tonight. I promise you can watch.”

On the way to our condo the three of us were on the back seat of a Uber while the two women were kissing with their tongues. The female Uber driver trying hard not to make it obvious she was watching the two women in her mirror, surely wondering what my involvement was these two women. As we left the Uber I couldn’t help telling the driver, “My two beautiful women are going to make love while I watch.” Their arms around each other as they entered the building.

I had told Sarah countless times I never tire of looking at her naked body.That night was no exception as I watched Magda slowly undressing her, kissing her as she lifted her dress over her hips, sliding her sexy thong down over her heels, standing back to admire her wonderful thighs, wide hips and shaved pussy. Sarah gasping as Magda ran a fingertip along her cunt lips, while they were kissing with their tongues.

My cock reacting while I watched a new woman having my lady, Sarah and me kissing with our tongues while I whispered, “Your turn on is my turn on honey, don’t hold back, enjoy her. Doing the same to Magda, kissing with our tongues while I whispered, “Sarah’s turn on is my turn on Magda, don’t hold back. She loves being licked and teased. And I love to watch. Don’t disappoint us.” Magda didn’t disappoint either of us, she was a pornographer’s delight.

A few weeks later after another cocktail party, Sarah was watching two young men undressing me, smearing oil all over body and my throbbing erection. Earlier when we were chatting innocently at the party, Sarah had recognised the two boys for what they were, two gay boys on the make. Telling them, “He isn’t a straight boys, he is actually really well hung and thick, aren’t you honey?” She knows I love a challenge, concentrating, willing myself to get a hard on for the boys under my tight slacks.

Fantasizing about these two boys giving me a head job while my lady watches. Teasing my nipples over my shirt while looking at the boys. Sarah adding to the sexual tension as I concentrated, issuing a challenge to the boys, “We have an alternate sexual lifestyle, I would love to watch a boy your age give him a head job, two boys would be amazing.

Teasing the boys when she asked, “Would you like me naked while you have him? My body is still good. It would be very exciting for my man if I was naked while you gave him a head job.” By now it was apparent at least one of the boys was bi, not merely gay. The boy admiring her body in her tight fitting dress. His hand on her ass as she kissed him. “I would love to be naked for you two boys while you give my man a head job. So would he. Look at the bulge in his trousers.”

It was amazing an hour later as she was naked for the boys, just as I was, one boy sucking my rock hard cock, wanting the head job I had been hanging out for while the other boy was licking and kissing Sarah’s magnificent big ass. Listening in as she gave the boy instructions, telling him exactly how she likes to have her ass worshipped, while I told my boy how to maximise my pleasure.

The way we fucked for our sexual pleasure the next day was so good. Urging each other on to maximise our orgasms. Teasing and edging each other before we exploded together. Wondering what new, exciting lovers we might come across in the near future.

Happenstance, one of Sarah’s woman friends, would be in town the next week for a raft of business meetings, why not ask her stay with us and keep the money for the hotel bills.

A few days before Megan arrived Sarah showed me some pics of her on her tablet, telling me with a boastful smile they had been lovers at one stage. Megan was a knockout dressed in designer clothing, a beautiful lipstick lesbian. Sarah told me she took the pics of her naked body. Finally some pics of Megan and Sarah in bed together naked. Fighting the urge to ask her who took those pics. Relieved when she told me another woman had taken them.

“It’s been a long time, far too long Sarah,” Megan told her, hugging each other as they kissed with their tongues as soon as she was in the door. Sarah had made a point of telling Megan over the phone she had a new man in her life, while I listened in. “We have what some people would consider an alternate sexual lifestyle. Don’t ask now, I will tell you more when you arrive. You know me well enough to second guess.”

Over dinner Megan did second guess after Sarah told her about some of our sexual escapades, making it obvious she wanted to have Sarah, while Sarah and me made it obvious it was fine by me as long as I could watch.

“I love your skin tight leather slacks Sarah, they would look much better around your ankles,” Megan told her as they kissed with their tongues, the sexual chemistry of the two women obvious.

“Then do it for me Megan, you know I want you to seduce me.”

“Will you be comfortable with my man watching Megan?,” Sarah asked

“Very comfortable as long as he is naked for both of us. Are you going to masturbate for us?,” Megan asked while I watched them preparing to make love, kissing and undressing each other.

I always get a buzz looking at my lady’s naked body. She still had her top on while naked from the waist down after Megan removed her slacks and helped her back on with her heels. Wonderful thighs, trimmed black pubes contrasting with her blond hairdo with her magnificent ass on show.

“I want your man to undress me for you Sarah, or is it for both of you?,” Megan whispered while she undressed me. “Sarah told me you were well hung.”

Megan looked wonderful, naked in nothing but her expensive killer heels, after I deftly removed her designer label backless dress. Her modest tits on show as I lowered the top to her waist, then unfastened it so it fell to her ankles. “Not bad for forty plus,” she smiled as Sarah and I ogled her naked, feline body.

Fabulous long legs, a manicured tuft of jet black pubic hair over her bald cunt lips, feminine hips, flat stomach and small attractive tits with large, erect nipples. “I am pleased at your reaction, very pleased. I am going to be very comfortable with you watching,” Megan smiled as she ogled my semi-erect cock before she gave Sarah her full attention.

“Tell me what you want me to do to your gorgeous naked body Sarah,” Megan teased as she knelt behind her with her hands on her hips as she licked and kissed her ass cheeks. “Your ass is still magnificent, firm and no dimples. How do you do it?”

“I want it all. Lick my cunt until I cum for you. Then do it again. You know I am multi-orgasmic. Then do it again, and again until I squirt. I want want to squirt for you like I used to Megan,” Sarah told her as they kissed and rubbed each others erect nipples together.

Sarah loves being tongue fucked sitting on a chair in front of a wall length mirror. That night was no exception as Megan knelt between her thighs with her arms wrapped around them and slowly licked her way to her cunt lips. “I love it you are still so talented,” Sarah told her as she orgasmed for the first time. “I am still multi-orgasmic for you Megan,” Sarah told her as she orgasmed again and again.

The chair was creaking as Sarah and I tongue kissed while we both watched Megan licking her cunt lips. Tongue kissing Sarah as we attempted to mimic with our tongues what Megan was doing to her very wet cunt lips with her tongue.

“Is this what you wanted baby, a seduction by a lipstick lesbian?”

“Yes, I love it, she always was very talented. Do you like watching baby?,” Sarah asked as she slid her clenched hand along my very erect cock.

I understand Sarah so well, I know when she is almost ready to squirt for a woman or man as they pleasure her. She was breathing very heavily as Megan kept on licking her cunt lips as she inserted a finger into her. “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, I love it, fuckamycunt.”

“You are still a magnificent lesbian lover Sarah, I love it, so good and so wet,” Megan muttered as she curled her finger to find her g-spot. Sarah was right on the brink as Megan withdrew her finger, both of them enjoying the tease, the edging. Then repeating it twice. She had Sarah’s body trembling as she moaned, “Watch me squirt.”

My erection was rock hard as I watched her squirting for Megan, her eyes closed, a look of absolute sexual pleasure on her face as she squirted in large bursts.

The next night I watched Sarah seducing Megan, the three of so pleased we are comfortable indulging in an alternate, sometimes kinky, sexual lifestyle.

When we met Brenda she told us she was a struggling, Indie film producer and director looking to make an impact in a crowded market place, assuring us she was a very creative director. She asked us if we would like to feature in a new film she was making. Piquing our interest when she asked is she could film us making love, fucking for her camera.

Sarah showed her enthusiasm for the idea by asking Brenda lots of questions. When she learnt the filming would involve four or five people in the creative team watching she became ultra keen. She loves fucking with others watching, fucking with four or five people watching had her hooked on the idea.

When Brenda asked Sarah if she would be comfortable with a younger couple joining in, she showed us some pics of them on her phone. Wow, that was the clincher!

Sarah asking Brenda how she would set scene, how erotic it would be , what to wear, would there be a rehearsal? She told us she wanted her films to be distinguishable by their content and style and how her artistic vision is realized.

The rehearsal was at eleven in the morning before filming at two. As soon as we set eyes on the younger couple, Mary and Mike it was obvious we were going to have swaps.

The rehearsal was a tease for all of us, the director reminding us this was just a rehearsal, as she showed us the clothes she had ***********ed for us. Running through the scenes with us as the director gave instructions, telling us she wanted the four us to make the scenes incredibly erotic for her and her crew.

Just as she wanted, the filming was incredibly erotic, Sarah ensuring she was the centre of attention from the get go, the four of us naked in make up, while Brenda the producer / director set the scene again, while the crew listened intently, Sarah was to play a sexy married, cougar, who wanted to be seduced by a much younger man. As a trade off she was prepared let her husband have a much younger woman.

It was just after two when filming commenced, the opening shot showed Sarah dressed as a stern female, business executive behind her desk, arranging a meeting over the phone with a much younger employee to discuss his work performance. In the second scene he was nervously entering her office, when she stood, telling him, “I am in total control here,” as she dropped her skirt, then her tiny black thong. Telling him in strong, firm voice, “I want you to worship my big ass, lick and kiss it before you tongue fuck me, if you do good, really good then you can fuck me.”

The boy did do good, the film crew and me envious when he commenced fucking her with an absolute boner, reminding me I have had a thing about her naked body and magnificent big ass since the first time I saw it and had it.

While they were fucking she accidentally tripped the call button for her female secretary and her make P.A. (me). When we entered her office, at first we pretended to be shocked and embarrassed, though Sarah indicated she wanted us to watch her fucking. We did watch, the boy beside himself as she urged him on, moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt,” Just as she does with me. Encouraging me and the girl to undress and commence fucking to make it a four-way.

Watching the boy fucking her while they watched the girl sucking my cock, comparing my erection to the boy’s erection, fucking the girl while Sarah and I watched each other. A kinky turn on for us both.

We learnt it wasn’t unusual for well-known porn actors who are cast in independent features to do so simply because they want to work with a particular director they admire. A few days later we realised this had been the case with the boy and the girl, two highly regarded porn stars. A huge ego boost for us when we confirmed their identities while we watched the out-takes on our screens.

Wondering if any of our friends or lovers would ever see the film we featured in. It wasn’t long before we learnt some of our friends and lovers had seen the film. I could hear a man’s voice, while Sarah had her phone on speaker. “I had always thought you had a big ass. After watching your film now I know, your ass is big, just magnificent. Can I worship it like the boy in the film did?”

“Keep him talking,” I whispered to Sarah as I quickly had her naked from the the waist down, ready to worship her magnificent, big ass, lick and kiss it, while she was on the phone to a man I couldn’t identify.

“What about your wife. Do you have her permission?,” Sarah teased. “What about my man, I would need his permission? Would you like me to ask his permission? He would expect something in return.”

A few days later he did have his wife’s permission, and mine, as his wife gave me a head job, our trade off while we glanced at him worshiping Sarah’s ass, her hands on the wall for support, legs spread, looking sensational in heels, stockings and a garter a belt. He was like a boy in a toy shop as she clenched her ass cheeks for him, for me and his wife.

Both of us so pleased we are comfortable indulging in an alternate, sometimes kinky, sexual lifestyle.

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Girl meets girl and falls in love…NOT! If you can’t beat ’em, fuck ’em.

“Dang, B, I ain’t fittin’ ta be meetin’ no females off no party line!” shouted Erin over the stereo that spilled out the sounds of the rapper Jay-Z. Erin was visiting her cousin Berri in Philadelphia from Atlanta. They where complete opposites, Berri being a prissy, feminine girl, and Erin a rough, saggy jeans wearing, tomboy their whole lives. It wasn’t until they found out through their parents that they shared an attraction to women that they became good friends and decided to spend the summer together.

“Erin, there’s nothing wrong with meeting females on the party-line. In fact, that’s how most of the lesbians here in Philly stay connected. Look, I’ll call and you can just listen.”

“Aight B, but I can’t guarantee a damn thang.”…

Before Erin knew it she had been on the party-line for two whole hours, holding serious conversation with at least ten different girls. It was amusing to her that the girls could create so many different names like ‘Hot Tamali, Sexxxy Tail, and Peanut Butter’, but couldn’t come up with an original persona, or an interesting pick up line.

Just when she was about to hang up the phone she got a message from a girl who called herself ‘Royalty’.

Erin had to brace herself while listening to ‘Royalty’s’ deep sultry voice. The conversation that they shared was so intense! They talked about everything from how they liked their eggs, to how they liked their sex. The clarity in her voice, as well as her strong vocabulary inspired Erin to think that ‘Royalty’ was not only the beauty that she imagined her to be, but was also educated. It was no surprise to her when ‘Royalty’ revealed that she was a senior communication’s major at Temple University. ‘Royalty’ inquired about Erin’s hopes and aspirations, a thing that no female has ever taken the time to do. She laughed at Erin’s jokes and made it a point to make sure that Erin was amused as well by telling these cute little knock-knock jokes that she read from her little sisters book. ‘Royalty’ was just the type of female that Erin had been hoping to meet while in Philly.

‘Royalty’ was a citified fast talker. She could have probably gotten anything she wanted out of any lesbian with her honey coated voice and appealing conversation. By the time the sun came up ‘Royalty’ persuaded Erin to have phone sex with her. They both found their hands traveling deep into their womanhood. As Erin panted promising ‘Royalty’ to stick her long, fat tongue deep inside her when they met, and to taste every part of her womanhood, and to not miss one inch, ‘Royalty’ called out her name “Erin, ohhhhh, Erin…” and almost pleaded “please, let’s cum together.” And they did.

Erin was under a spell. She knew that ‘Royalty’ was special, especially when she promised to make Erin feel like a king.

After they climaxed, they both decided that an experience that intense had to go farther than the party-line, they had to meet.

“Tonight at nine? 8th & South?”
“Yea, ‘Shawty’, ‘Royal-tay’, I think I can find mah way derre.” Erin said in her thick southern accent.

The next morning, while cooking pancakes, Berri grinning from ear to ear inquired “Erin, honey did you have company last night?” almost making Erin spit out her orange juice.

All day ‘Royalty’ was all Erin could talk or think about. She couldn’t wait until 9 o’clock came so she could finally meet the noble one. It was a good thing that Berri agreed to double date with them or else she would be a little afraid, considering she was going to meet a woman that heard her almost scream at her peak, that she hadn’t even laid eyes on yet.

‘Royalty’ was even more exotic that Erin expected. She was dark, the color of untainted coffee, tall, with an ass that men and women alike couldn’t help but look at and say “Daaammmnnn!!!” . She had long, smooth, jet black hair that she wore behind her ears and past her shoulders, and a smile couldn’t be labeled as anything else but enchanting. However, looks aren’t everything and they could tell, even before the appetizers arrived that they weren’t compatible. ‘Royalty’, to Erin’s surprise, thought she was really a queen and just knew she was the shit. She spent the whole time sending food back and complaining about everything from the service to the lighting. When Erin made a comment about everything in the restaurant being cool to her, Erin rolled her eyes and replied, “For someone like you…it would be.” Erin didn’t know what the fuck that was supposed to mean, or what her problem was, but she did know that ‘Royalty’ she wasn’t at all like she was over the phone.

And Erin was just too damn country for ‘Royalty’. The accent that was cute over the phone only sounded uneducated in public, and she couldn’t believe that Erin had the audacity to wear a gold tooth in public. Although she had beautiful honey colored eyes that matched her skin tone to a tee, and the thuggish look that was a turn on to her, the gold tooth had to go!

Dinner was such a disappointment to the both of them that they couldn’t wait to get out of one another’s presence. Berri handed Erin the keys to her car and said “At least take her home, Erin. I’ll get a ride from Ayiesha.” Sensing that Erin didn’t care how the girl got home.

The ride across town was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop. When they pulled up to her house, Erin could’ve smacked herself for have one too many glasses of water. “Look, can I use yo’ toilet?” she asked, as ‘Royalty’ stepped out of the car, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Fo’ Sho!” she said mocking Erin.

I’m just gonna go in the crib, piss and be out.” She said to herself. To her surprise when she stepped out of the bathroom, ‘Royalty’ was standing in her bedroom doorway, naked as the day she was born, except for a pair of red patent leather stilettos. “Shit, baby, you made some promises, do you think I would let you get off that easy?” she said smiling slyly. Erin was under her spell again, for some reason she just couldn’t put up a fight. She walked over to ‘Royalty’ kissing her thick, full lips softly, then harder almost making ‘Royalty’ cry out. She pulled her long dark hair just enough to expose the very top of her neck, sucking on it leaving her mark. Erin took ‘Royalty’s’ breast in her hands, she had just enough to fit, then wrapped almost her whole mouth around them one by one, sucking and licking, making soft slurping sounds. She was grunting as if she was eating her last meal. Erin was determined to fuck ‘Royalty’s’ stuck up ass until she realized she was just another female not a real queen, but as she ran her tongue past her navel, down to her juicy peach, tasting her juices, as ‘Royalty’s hips grinded in a circular motion, she knew that ‘Royalty’ was not like other females. Sexually, ‘Royalty’ was made for her.

Erin elevated ‘Royalty’, laying her back, perching her bottom onto of her face, eating her round ass and succulent pussy, while ‘Royalty’ gripped the headboard crying out “Yesss, Yesss!!!” Being careful not to let her reach her climax, Erin laid her down again taking two of her long fingers and sticking them deep into her tight love-hole, moving them in and out making sure to hit her g-spot. Just when she knew ‘Royalty’ couldn’t take anymore, Erin wrapped her lips around her clitoris sucking, and licking all at the same time. “Please, daddy, please.” Erin wasn’t sure what she was pleading for, but as she tasted her sweet, yet salty cum in her mouth she was sure that she had given it to her. As they collapsed onto the queen sized bed, ‘Royalty’ looked at Erin deep into her eyes and soon enough they did the same thing all over again.

During the short ride home, squinting her eyes at the bright sunlight, Erin thought to herself that ‘Royalty’ seemed to have two different personalities, one of them passionate and sensuous, the other dry and arrogant. She wondered if she could bring the one that she had just encountered during sex, out for the rest of the summer. “Is it worth it? Is it possible?” She wondered

She expected Berri to be up sitting on the couch when she walked in the door, worried sick about her, knowing that Erin didn’t know her way around Philadelphia, however, when she got in the clock read 7am and Berri in her bed fast asleep.

That afternoon at lunch, Berri said “Hey, cuz, sorry about that bourgeoisie ass girl. I know you thought she was the one. You ok?” And Erin replied smiling remembering her sexual escapade the night before, “You know what B? I feel like a million bucks—naw, B, better yet…I feel like a king”.

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This is a dark fantasy story. This story is going to be disgusting to some people, check the tags. You’ve been warned. Written in the perspective of a woman.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, Emma said and looked at me.

“Yes, I’ve never been so sure about anything. I need this.”, I say and lean over to her and give her a kiss.

Me and Emma have been together since we both we’re 14 years old. That would make this weekend our 10th anniversary. We met at a pretty dull party. There we’re quite a lot of people there, mostly a bit older than us. We sat in the same couch when she approached me and started to talk to me. I had had a lot of jägerbombs and we both we’re really drunk, after a while we started messing around on the couch, she kissed me and moved her hand under my skirt, placing it on my panties. She pushed a finger against my slit, then she pulled my panties to the side and started fingerfucked my pussy. I came hard and the day after I repayed her by eating her out for a good long hour.

We both are very into rape, death, vore & snuff and we’ve been roleplaying for a long time. But after a few years we got a bit tired of it and decided to make reality of our fantasies. Our biggest and darkest one is to snatch a teenage girl from school, bring her to our place to have some fun with her and then cook her alive & eat her tasty flesh.

We tried it and we loved it. We did it to around 11 girls during a period of 2 years. Fucking them and then cooking them alive.

Now we had decided it was my turn. Or, I had decided. I wanted to die for the love of my life and I wanted her to eat my flesh.

On the morning of my death day we sat around the kitchen table as usual. We had breakfast together and chatted. The coffee tasted unusually well. We had to start with the preparations directly after though.

“Come over here”, Emma said and patted her lap, hinting I should come take a seat.

I nod and move over to her and sit on her lap. She places her hand at my panties and starts rubbing my pussy through the thin fabric.

She takes her hand and moves it under my panties and start rubbing my swollen clit hard.

“Get on the table”, she tells me and I obey. I sit on the table, take my panties off and spread my legs wide for her, revealing my wet pussy to her.

She moves up and starts sucking and licking on my clit. At the same time she moves two fingers inside me. I groan loudly and after a few minutes of her licking and fingering me I erupt in the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Mhmm, so tasty”, she says and gives my clit a peck.

I smile and look at her, exhausted. “I need to shave. I want you to eat my pussy for real when I’m cooked”, I say and smirk.

She moves up to kiss me, “I’ll prepare the sauce”, she says and kiss me again.

I go into the bathroom and shave my pussy thoroughly, it’s never been this smooth before. It looks so pretty and tasty.

When I get back to the kitchen Emma has prepared the sauce and heated up the grill which is on our backyard. It’s a very big grill, since we’ve done this a lot of times before we know how to cook a woman.

“Reach out your arms and spread your legs”

I comply and watch as Emma starts painting me with the sauce, she’s really good. She doesn’t miss a spot at all. It’s a bit tickly and cold but I enjoy it.

When I’m fully covered in this great smelling barbeque sauce we both head outside.

“I love you”, I say and smile at Emma.

“I love you too Allison,” she says and smiles back at me.

Then I walk over to the grill, the heat is almost painful even though I’m just standing next to it.

I look at Emma, then I carefully sit down on the grill. It burns my ass and it hurts really badly. I scream out loudly but I force myself to lie down on my back. My head is outside resting on a table so I don’t burn it. My back is hurting badly but the pain is going away minute by minute. My back is going numb since the nerve endings are getting cooked. I turn around and lie on my belly to get my other side cooked as well. It hurts a lot in the beginning, especially against my clit and nipples. The pain is extreme but it’s also making me very horny, I feel my pussy getting wet but it steams away quite fast. I feel myself getting a bit tired. I turn my head to the side and see Emma masturbating ferociously. She is rubbing herself off fast and hard to the sight of me being cooked. I smile and look at her cunt.

My skin is turning from a pale white to white, to a more golden brown and after about 20 minutes I’m done. Emma lifts me up on the table and helps me sit. I can still move my arms but my legs are completely numb.

“You look and smell so good”, she says and grabs her knife and fork.

“Thanks”, I say and smile, feeling really appreciated.

Emma starts cutting out some meat from my thighs, I can’t feel it. She takes a bite.

“Those tits looks delicious”, she says and smiles. I nod in agreement, my big tits look very nicely. She grabs a bigger knife and start cutting into my right tit. She struggles with it for a while but after a few minutes she gets it all off. It looks a bit weird, only having one tit.

Emma bites off my nipple. “Mhmm, you taste so good”. She says and then starts cutting of my clit with her knife. I can’t feel it but it looks really weird, but still sexy. Some cream cums out of my slit. She licks it up quickly, then she hands me my clit. It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s crispy and a bit salty. But oh so good.

I’m getting more and more tired, I look down and see that Emma is eating my pussy. She has already eaten up my pussylips and has started with the vulva. She looks happy, I am happy. I smile and shortly after I die.

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She didn’t know she was Dessert!

Once again, Wu Mei was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly. She’d been working at the pizza parlor from 10am to 11pm all week because, as usual, her mean boss Benny let everyone else go home early but made her work late. She was exhausted and anxious to go home to sleep.

She came to America 3 years ago, 42 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. Wu Mei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband and Wu Mei had few friends. How could she find friends when she worked such long hours?

It was 5 minutes to 11pm, she could go home in just a few minutes. Waiting, she remembered two terrible incidents that had happened to her over the past year. One time she had delivered pizza to a couple of college boys who had invited her in, slipped her strong wine and then violated her body. She shamefully remembered co-operating rather vigorously. She was too ashamed to tell anyone and blamed it on exhaustion and the wine. She had never been able to tolerate even a little wine. Another time, at Easter, she had been delivering chocolate treats at a hotel in her extra part-time job and somehow woke up in the early hours of the morning naked in the hallway. She could not remember what had happened but again felt deeply shamed. She hoped nothing like this ever happened again. To make sure, she carefully stayed away from any kind of alcohol.

Poor Wu Mei, this was about to turn into a very bad day!

She overheard Benny talking on the phone.

“OK, OK, so I forgot. Yeah, I’ll send her right away. Enjoy your party and don’t get too drunk”

Benny turned and said, “Where’s Sally? She’s supposed to be the waitress at my son’s party.”

Wu Mei said, “You sent her home early.”

“Mrs. Zhou you be the waitress then. Get going.”

“Can’t. Last bus 15 minutes. Need go home.”

“Do my son’s party or get another job. I’m real nice to you and let you work 14 hours a day and this is the way you repay me? Get over there right now, don’t screw up and don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

Wu Mei was so tired, she cried all the way to the party.

Ringing the doorbell, Wu Mei waited bleary-eyed at the door dressed in her waitress uniform; black shoes, black socks, short black skirt, starched white blouse and black bow tie.

Benny’s son Tony answered the door. “You’re late! Go serve the food. We’re hungry. Hurry up or I’ll complain to Dad.” Tony was really pissed off when he saw Wu Mei. He had expected young Sally who could always be relied on to serve her “special dessert”. After all, that was the whole point of the party. This old Chinese woman obviously wouldn’t provide that service.

Wu Mei quickly found the trays with cheese, crackers, veggies and dip in the kitchen.

Returning to the living room with a tray she walked about as the guests grabbed snacks from the tray. There were only 6 guests: 4 men including Tony and 2 women one of whom was a young black girl. All of them looked a bit tipsy. Most rudely demanded she fetch another beer. She was shocked at their complete lack of manners.

As she turned to get the drinks, a hand slapped her bum. She swung around to tell off which ever man had the nerve to touch her body. There was no man, just the black girl, who had introduced herself as Chantal, smiling at her warmly, her red blouse unbuttoned half way down giving an giving an excellent view of her bare, brown breasts. Wu Mei wondered how the man got away so fast.

Coming out of the kitchen with 6 opened beer bottles on the tray; Wu Mei met Chantal waiting at the door.

Chantal took a beer and said, “Why don’t you have one yourself? You look thirsty.”

Wu Mei replied, “Can’t. Working. And wine make me not good.”

Chantal continued, “You still look thirsty and tired. I’ll get you some chocolate milk. By the way you have a nice name Woo May.” Chantal’s blouse seemed to have come further unbuttoned exposing her tantalizing belly button.

Wu Mei thought Chantal was a nice girl for talking to her so she smiled and said, “OK. I drink milk. My name, Wu Mei. Means ‘Fifth Daughter’. Wu is five. Mei is daughter.”

“Well Fifth Daughter, you go give the rest of them their beers.” Chantal went into the kitchen found the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Creme in the fridge, poured a large glass, giggled to herself and went back into the living room to find the Fifth Daughter.

Returning with the empty tray, Wu Mei met Chantal just leaving the kitchen. Thanking Chantal for the “chocolate milk”, she stopped to drink it down in one gulp before returning to her duties. Odd taste and why was Chantal grinning so hard? As she entered the kitchen, she heard Chantal calling to the other guests, “Dessert will be served shortly”. Wu Mei was puzzled; there was no dessert anywhere in the kitchen.

Coming out with another tray of food, Wu Mei heard someone say, “Kitty, kitty, here comes the pussy.” She looked around but there was no cat in sight. By now, the Irish Cr? combined with her exhaustion was starting to have an effect. The room started spinning slowly. As she reached the sofa, the spinning suddenly got faster and she felt herself falling.

Tony caught the tray before it hit the floor. The others simply laughed as Wu Mei fell over one arm of the sofa landing on her back on the cushions. Her legs draped over the sofa arm, her short skirt slid back to her waist completely exposing her thin white panties.

Chantal giggled, “Fortune cookie for dessert. Let’s open it up and see what kind of fortune is inside. I get first crack at the pussy.” Everyone laughed and gathered around the “dessert”.

Luigi was first to open the cookie. He reached for Wu Mei’s short black skirt and pulled it down her well-toned legs, picked up her feet, finished pulling the skirt off and tossed it in a corner. They heard Wu Mei let out a soft sigh as Luigi dropped her feet back over the sofa arm.

Susie was next. She unbuttoned the five buttons on Wu Mei’s crisp white blouse. Although she let out another soft sigh, Wu Mei seemed unaware that she was being undressed.

Stepping back, Susie and the others admired Wu Mei’s soft belly and her silky, front-fastening bra. Gary reached down, lifted Wu Mei forward, slipped the blouse off her arms and pitched it across the room.

Now the six of them briefly admired Wu Mei’s soft belly, her firm breasts covered by the silky, front-fastening bra, and the thin white panties not quite concealing her dark, straight-haired pussy. The black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes provided a very pleasing trim to their fortune cookie.

John unsnapped her bra flipped the two halves off her mature but still firm bosom as her light-gold boobs slowly rose and fell with her sleepy breathing. The nipples hardened when John playfully tweaked them.

Tony leered, took her thin panties in his fists, tore them and yanked them off her now fully exposed body.

Someone called out, “Leave the bow-tie and socks on, they look cute.” So they left her dressed in her black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes. Her arms lay stretched over her head, her boobs still rising and falling gently with her breathing, her legs slightly apart giving them a clear view of her vulnerable, tasty looking snatch. The hair on her pussy was straight and coarse.

Chantal licked her lips, breathed more heavily and said, “I wonder where we should look for the fortune?” She stared directly at the waiting pussy. Losing no time, she tossed her red blouse aside letting her ample breasts swing free, their hard brown nipples proudly on display. Sliding her black slacks off she revealed her lack of panties. The guys watched her curvaceous bare bum and curly black thatch as she kneeled down, draped Wu Mei’s legs over her shoulders, leaned forward and put her lips directly on Wu Mei’s naked pussy.

Chantal quickly went to work. Pulling Wu Mei’s pussy lips open, Chantal found her love button, clamped her lips on it and sucked hard drawing the love button into her hot mouth. She kept sucking as hard as she could, thrashing the love button with her tongue between sucks.

The four men and Susie, the blonde, stood around dropping their own clothes. Tony and Luigi held Wu Mei’s arms just in case. Their cocks stood out straight as they watched Chantal assaulting Wu Mei’s pussy.

Wu Mei, felt something odd. She struggled to recover her senses realizing that, somehow, she was naked and her unprotected pussy was under heavy assault. She tried to struggle but her arms were pinned and she was still weak and dizzy from the alcohol. Her eyes fluttered open. She stared. Four naked men were leering at her. The blonde was massaging a set of balls. The black women was no where in sight. Wu Mei raised her head slightly. Her eyes bulged in absolute shock. A woman, the black woman was eating her pussy. Never had a woman touched her before. She was appalled. She tried to dislodge Chantal by bucking and squeezing with her knees. No good; two of the men just held her knees apart so the black woman could continue her humiliating assault on poor Wu Mei’s undefended pussy.

Wu Mei cried out, “NO! NO! Not touch me!” She thrust her hips upward to knock Chantal off. No good; this merely ground her pussy harder into Chantal’s face.

Chantal’s hungry, hard sucking was unstoppable.

Wu Mei continued to cry out, “Stop! Not do that me! NO!” But the sucking was starting to make her body shake. Her hips started pushing up to Chantal’s face as if they had a will of their own. Wu Mei pleaded again, “Please? No! Stop? Uhh. Oooo. Mmm. Stop? Aiii! Ah ah ah ah.” Her pleas turned to panting and gasping.

Her eyes stared up as Tony straddled her, his swinging balls descending toward her open mouth. She gasped as Tony dropped his sack of balls into her mouth. Surprised, Wu Mei closed her lips around the balls, feeling how they filled her moist mouth. His rigid, short cock rested on the point of her nose, the tip sitting on her right eyebrow. As she watched wide-eyed, Tony started rubbing his cock back and forth on her face. The skin on the end of his thick, short cock slid back leaving the shiny swollen head of the cock to bump against her eye socket. She closed her right eye but continuing staring up at his hard, lean body with her left eye. His chest muscles rippled as he pumped his cock across her face. His balls squished around in Wu Mei’s soft mouth, her wide lips clamped around the base of his balls. As her body bucked involuntarily to Chantal’s merciless sucking, Wu Mei started sliding her thick tongue over Tony’s balls, slowly sucking on his sack.

Tony’s short cock swelled more and more, his thrusts became more rapid. Each time he thrust, his balls pulled up but Wu Mei’s lips firmly held them in her mouth as she sucked greedily on his sack. Soon she saw Tony’s mouth drop open and his eyes squeeze shut. She knew his hard cock was about to explode. She pressed his balls harder with her tongue even as Chantal continued her insatiable assault on Wu Mei’s hot, pulsating pussy. She fault his balls harden and suddenly a hot liquid squirted over her eyebrow, across her forehead and oozed into her coarse, black hair. Tony let out a sigh of relief, slumped, then tried to pull his balls out of Wu Mei’s mouth. That was not possible until he poked her in the cheek. Still his balls came out with difficulty having swollen to twice their normal size.

Tony stumbled over to an easy chair, sat on the floor, tucked two ice cubes under his balls, laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Wu Mei’s mouth, no longer full of Tony’s sack, she was able to continue gasping to Chantal’s assault, “OHHH! Ahahahahah! Oooo!” Her hips squirmed from side to side and still Chantal would not let go.

John pulled Chantal off saying, “Hey. Leave some for me you greedy black bitch!”

Chantal panted, “Let me back in or fuck me. I need a hard fuck like a doggy!” She crouched on all fours, her ample black boobs hanging down, swaying as she stuck out her rear end. Luigi promptly obliged by grabbing her tits from behind and squeezing them hard while ramming his engorged hard cock into her curly black pussy. He lost no time in pumping fast and hard, letting his balls slap against Chantal’s well-rounded ass. He held onto her belly and jammed his cock in as hard and fast as he could. Her big tits swung wildly with each thrust.

Wu Mei didn’t see this because Luigi had laid down on the sofa, picked her up, flipped her over and positioned her over his own long, thick raging cock. His bulging muscles enabled him to swing her body around as if it was a feather.

Wu Mei eyes bulged, seeing the size of his monster rod. She cried out in a panic, “NO! TOO BIG! Hurt me! NO!” She tried pushing at his arms to get away but was unable to escape the powerful bodybuilder.

Luigi didn’t care what she said. When he came to one of Tony’s parties he simply expected to get a juicy dessert and he intended to have a good fuck no matter what the worthless bitch thought. So what if he hurt her? Her problem, not his! Besides this one wasn’t young like the others so she should enjoy whatever she got! And be glad of it!

Luigi didn’t just lower her onto his ramrod, he actually took her and shoved her down hard on it.

His cock rammed so deep and hard into her defenseless pussy that poor Wu Mei screamed, “Oowww! EEEEE!”

Luigi didn’t bother thrusting. Instead he simply raised and lowered Wu Mei up and down on his cock ignoring her feeble struggles. He enjoyed watching her modest 36B tits bounce up and down. Reflecting on her light yellow tinted skin, he thought to himself, “Nice that Tony got an import for the party.”

The monster cock hurt. Wu Mei struggled with all her might but she simply didn’t have the strength to fight this uncaring oaf. She whimpered as his oversize member stretched all her most sensitive parts.

No one showed any sympathy. Susie and Gary started slapping her tits, hard. They laughed as her sensitive nipples became puffy from the slaps.

She cried, “Not hurt me! Please stop! Ooohhh! Uuhhh.”

Susie just laughed again and demanded, “Say ‘I love you’. Come on say it or we’ll slap you silly you useless old bitch.”

Wu Mei cried, “No I not love you. I not old. Only 42.”

Susie slapped viciously this time. Wu Mei’s breasts were turning red from the uncaring slaps. Her cunt hurt from Luigi’s rough handling. Her arms hurt where he held her raising her up and down. She said, “Ok. I love you. Now please stop.”

Susie slapped her tits again, “That’s not good enough. Say it like you mean it. And say it in Chinese.”

Wu Mei sobbed, “Ok. Wo ai ni. Now please stop.”

“What’s whoa I knee mean?” demanded Susie in a puzzled voice.

“Mean ‘I love you’. You said say in Chinese. I did. Let me go.”

“Not so quick. You keep saying whoa I knee until I say stop. I know you love Luigi’s cock cause it’s so big. He must fill you real good. Probably no room left inside. Now you show your appreciation by telling him you love him. NOW!”

Wu Mei sobbed again, “Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Please stop now. Wo ai ni.”

Luigi just kept on shoving her up and down on his cock as if she was nothing but a doll.

Susie grinned, slapped her tits some more, and said, “Now say it English and Chinese. Alternate back and forth and don’t stop. We know you’re enjoying your fucking. Probably the only fuck you got this year.”

Wu Mei desperately complied hoping the slapping would stop; hoping Luigi’s would take her off his enormous rod. “Wo ai ni. I love you. Wo ai ni. I love you. WoainiIloveyou. WoainiIloveyou.” Tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly, Luigi grunted, thrusting upward suddenly with great force and Wu Mei felt his cock bulge even more inside her small pussy as Luigi’s juices shot into her over-used pussy. Luigi tossed her aside and went in search of another beer.

As Wu Mei fell on the sofa face down, she heard a scream.

It was Chantal, “YESSSS! FUCKFUCKFUCK. Ohhh. You’re so good.” John had shot his load into her hot black pussy. Both collapsed onto the floor.

Susie dragged Wu Mei’s legs until they hung over the arm of the sofa, her knees on the floor, her ass sticking straight out. Gary sat in front of her on the sofa, his crotch jammed against her head. He grabbed her hair, hauled her head up and then shoved it down onto his crotch saying, “Suck me you bitch.”

Wu Mei opened her mouth to protest but this just resulted in his limp cock flopping into her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but Gary just shoved her head even harder into his crotch repeating, “Suck me, make me hard. Lick me or I’ll smack your head.”

Wu Mei lay there face down, her mouth closed on Gary’s flaccid member but there was no hardening. Her face was jammed so tightly into Gary’s crotch that she had trouble breathing.

Meanwhile, Susie and Chantal had each grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard making Wu Mei flinch. They then started slapping her ass, Chantal smacking the left cheek while Susie spanked the right cheek. These were not light love taps. The slapping sounds rang loud and clear in the large living room. Wu Mei was unable to evade the vigorous spanking what with being face down and draped over the sofa. She was totally at their mercy, or rather, lack of mercy.

As Gary listened to the loud spanking sounds, his cock finally started to, very slowly, harden. Wu Mei felt his cock beginning to stiffen, bit by bit. But her ass hurt so much. The girls were slapping so hard! She knew her ass was getting very red.

The slapping went on for a long time with Chantal and Susie stopping occasionally to pull Wu Mei’s ass cheeks apart to poke her asshole before resuming their pitiless spanking. Wu Mei’s bum bounced and jiggled, turning red and hot.

Gary’s cock finally ripened in her mouth and he began a slow bump and grind on her mouth. Wu Mei was unable to move. She could only endure the pain of the spanking as she tried to breath with her face jammed on Gary’s cock and balls.

The doorbell rang!

Tony opened the door. “Hi Dad,” he said as Benny, Wu Mei’s boss, entered.

“Just checking. Is Mrs. Zhou giving you good service? Sorry Sally couldn’t come to serve dessert.”

“Yeah Dad. She needed a bit of convincing but she is serving dessert. Did you want some?” Tony waved a hand at the sofa.

Benny listened to the loud slapping sounds, leered and said, “Don’t mind if I do. Those buns look hot and my sausage is cooking.” He laughed at his own joke.

Going over to where Wu Mei lay defenceless, he looked at the bright red marks on her jiggling bum. He put his and on one ass cheek, noted the heat caused by the relentless slapping and said to Chantal and Susie, “OK. Step back. My turn.”

He smirked as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing his raging hard cock. It was short like Tony’s but thicker and darker. His balls hung more loosely than Tony’s. He pulled back Wu Mei’s ass cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against the exposed, captive hole remarking, “The buns sure feel hot.”

Then he said, “Mrs. Zhou, I told you to serve food and here you are just having fun and games at my expense. Sorry but I can’t pay you if you’re not doing your job.” He snickered at this and started pushing hard against her asshole trying to force it open wide enough to get his thick cock in.

Just as her hole finally yielded and his cock finally popped into her hole, he added, “Mrs. Zhou, don’t be late for work in the morning.” He slammed his cock forward.

Wu Mei felt someone violating her ass. Her husband had never done this before and, at first it hurt a lot. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Gary’s thighs were pressed against her ears so she was unable to identify the voice that called, “Don’t be late for work.”

Benny kept banging hard at Wu Mei’s ass laughing, each time he thrust, “Don’t be late for work. Don’t be late for work.” Tony thought this was uproariously funny too as did all of his guests.

Wu Mei just felt even more humiliated as Benny’s cock forced its way in and out of her hurting, red, spankingly hot bum. The feeling of his cock jammed into her like that was shocking. She broke into a sweat as Benny continued ramming her.

Each time he rammed, her face was forced further into Gary’s crotch and Gary’s cock kept jamming into the back of her throat so she almost gagged each time.

Soon Benny erupted, shooting his load into her butt. At the same time Gary’s cock exploded also, filling Wu Mei’s mouth with his hot, salty juice just as she passed out from the violation of her ass.

Benny pulled out, pulled his pants back on and repeated, “Don’t be late for work.” He slapped her ass hard, turned to Tony and said, “Think I’ll go home and get some more dessert from you Mom. Chinese never lasts long.”

Around 9am, Wu Mei woke. She was lying naked, face down on the coffee table. She felt sticky and sore. Looking up she saw 9 people laying on the floor, on the sofa, on each other.

Chantal looked up from where she had been stroking Susie’s pussy (Susie seemed to be passed out.) Chantal smiled and said, “We had some more guests over. They really enjoyed dessert. You better have a shower, some of the guys jerked off all over you.”

Then she added with a bigger grin, “Remember. DON’T BE LATE FOR WORK.”

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“Another man is a threat. Another woman is entertainment,” I told my lady Sarah as I sucked her middle finger. We were in a private room of an upmarket restaurant to celebrate her forty-plus birthday. Dim and seductive lighting and and even more seductive night jazz music. She looked wonderful in heels and a short, body hugging, backless, black cocktail dress.

The waiters were in their mid-twenties, a male and a female, and they were both intent on providing high levels of service and attention for her as she crossed and recrossed her legs for them, displaying lots of wonderful thigh.

The waiters were both aware it was Sarah’s birthday and they were both aware I had organised a special desert for her. I also wanted them to overhear our conversation.

Before we left home for the restaurant in a stretch limo, I had asked her to be naked under the dress I had picked for her wear for me, apart the skimpy black thong with a clip at the side I had also picked out for her. “Does my ass look big?,” she teased as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue as I did up the clip at side of her thong.

“Magnificently big, you know you have given me an ass fetish from the moment you first flaunted it for me,” I told her as I enjoyed sliding my fingers over it.

The stretch limo driver enjoyed watching Sarah flashing her wonderful thighs for him as he held the door for her. We both enjoyed him stealing glances in his mirror while I teased the insides of her thighs with a fingertip. Just before we arrived at the restaurant I gave Sarah the same finger to suck while he watched.

Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. Her body is still good, both sexes love her legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. Or was it his preference? Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

She has a high sex drive, very high. She loves reminding me. “I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked and teased by both sexes.” She lost all her inhibitions between her second and third husbands and she loves having sex with an audience. And she really does enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

She has a tacit agreement with me that she can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, ‘you can watch and masturbate’ she told me. If the second man wants to blow me, she loves to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

Sarah was the centre of attention, just a we both hoped, as we walked through the restaurant and our waiters took us to the private room I had booked.

“You are an incredibly seductive and desirable woman Sarah, And such a natural exhibitionist. The limo driver loved your little show. Two shows, one getting into the limo, then another getting out. I loved watching you flashing you wonderful thighs for him as he held the door for you with most of your thighs on show for him,” I told her as the waiters busied themselves arranging our table.

“I have a feeling you two waiters know something I don’t,” Sarah smiled as she crossed and recessed her legs again for them as I ordered for us.

The waiters were hanging on to our every word as they served the oysters and French champagne with great aplomb. “For me there is an innate power within the feminine. Cultivating that is the key to my well being, success and relationships. You know one of the biggest keys to my commanding presence in a room is to embrace my feminine nature. Which is a runabout and subtle way of telling you I enjoying being bi. I love being licked and teased my males and females. Even better with a third or fourth person watching.”

“Do you remember your last birthday Sarah,” I asked as the two waiters served the lobster and another bottle of French champagne.

“How could I forget. You organized two young boys for me, twenty-years younger. You masturbated while you watched one boy tongue fuck me while I gave the other boy a blow job.”

“Was it the year before when you had two women for your birthday? You were on your back, a pillow under your ass, as one tongue fucked you while the other was licking and sucking your nipples. Then they swapped positions. I can remember the two women watching me masturbate for you.

“I have a feeling you two waiters know something I don’t,” Sarah smiled demurely as she crossed and recessed her legs again for them as while watching me suck two of her fingers, then lick the palm of her hand.

“The special desert you ordered for your lady will be ready at nine-thirty just as you wanted sir,” the female waiter told me as we finished our lobster and they cleared the plates and placed a bowl of ice cubes on the table.

“Happy birthday Sarah, your desert,” both of the waiters told her with huge smiles as they walked in holding hands with a drop dead gorgeous, tall, slim woman, Parker. Shoulder length reddish blond hair, around fifteen-years younger than Sarah. Parker was wearing a heels and a black satin men’s shirt with slits up the side, perfect to wear for the occasion and to show off her magnificent long legs.

Just as I had arranged, the male waiter helped Sarah to stand while the female waiter slowly lifted her skirt and undid the clip at the side of her thong before it fell to her ankles as she and Parker looked at each other.

“Wow, have you ever seen a woman with such a beautifully shaved cunt? And she has a magnificent big ass,” the male waiter whispered as Sarah lifted her skirt a little higher to flaunt her ass for four people.

“Are you finished with us now?,” the female waiter asked.

“No, stay and watch, I love sex with an audience.” Sarah whispered as she sat back on her chair, her legs spread, her dress up around her waist.

“Happy birthday Sarah,” I whispered as I stood behind her. “Another man is a threat. Another woman is entertainment for all of us, you especially, enjoy,” I told her as the two waiters watched on, goggle eyed.

“Happy birthday Sarah, I want to give you a tongue fuck to remember while your friends watch,” Parker told her as she knelt between her wonderful thighs with an ice cube in her fingers. Sarah had her eyes closed, soaking up the pleasure as Parker slid the ice cube along her thighs, then her cunt lips. Then licked her cunt lips with her tongue, a hot and cold sensation. Parker had another ice cube in her mouth, as she licked Sarah with her now icy tongue.

An absolute turn on for me, with our male and female waiters watching me tongue kissing Sarah while she reciprocated with the tip of her tongue while I glanced at Parker tongue fucking her.

There was a knock on the door before it opened and we heard a male voice, “I am Max the chef, was your meal satisfactory? Oh wow, I have never watched that in my restaurant before. I do like it though.”

“Feel free to stay and watch, my lady is an exhibitionist, she loves an audience,” I told him as Sarah enjoyed the extra frisson of another man watching her being tongue fucked by another woman.

Sarah had everyone’s full attention when she commenced moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt Parker, fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt,” as she does when highly aroused.

“I want you to squirt for me Sarah, and your audience,” Parker whispered as we all watched, carnal voyeurs all of us, as she slid her middle finger into her and found her g-spot, while continuing to lick her.

I have watched women and men help Sarah, my lady, to squirt with other people watching, though never with an audience quite like this one as she was on the brink. Fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt,” she chanted softly as we passionately tongue kissed.

“Oh fuck’ you are so fucking good Parker, fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt. Gunna cum, gunna cum, I love it, don’t stop. Of fuck, so good, gunna cum, now, right now, fuck, fuck, fuck, she moaned almost out of control as four people watched her squirt, then squirt some more.

“That was awesome Sarah, an extra and very exciting dimension with all those people watching,” Parker told her in the afterglow as they were sitting and softly kissing. “Will you man be jealous?”

“No. He loves to watch, a huge turn on for him, and me. And the next time he fucks me will be an event for both of us.”

“That was so good, I expected something sexy for my birthday, but not as exciting as that. Three men and a woman watching Parker tongue fuck me was incredible. Did you enjoy watching baby? Did you get a boner watching Parker tongue fucking me?,” Sarah asked on the way home as the same stretch limo driver listened in.

“I still have it,” I told her as the stretch limo driver watched in his mirror as I slid my erection and balls out of my trousers and teased it with a fingertip for him.

“Nine-inches and thick, in case you were wondering,” Sarah told him with a wicked smirk. “Tease me until we arrive home, tantric sex,” she told me as she sat on my erection, while the limo driver ogled her big, naked ass in his mirror.

“Now fuck me, make it an event. I have waited all day and half the night for my birthday fuck,” she told me as soon as we were in the door.

“Parker was incredibly talented,” Sarah told me in the afterglow. “Can I have her again? Can we have her again? How did you find her?”

“She found you and she asked me if she could tongue fuck you, some of your female lovers recommended you. When would you like us to share her?”

“Soon, very soon.”

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The futa has fun cuckolding the imam and enjoying both his wives!

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

Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam’s Wives

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

July 24th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

My nightgown did nothing to hide my futa-cock throbbing hard as I swept through my new living room. I hadn’t had a chance to notice any bit of the house. It had a cheerful look to it, decorated with colorful blankets on the furniture and photos in gold frames on the wall. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.

They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.

I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab world they could embrace us. I had converted to Islam and married Talib Alfarsi so he could have the pleasure of watching me fuck his wife and join in the fun.

We shared Wahida. She had experienced such rapture last night. Possibly, her first orgasm. Certainly the first time anyone had gone down on her juicy pussy. It was wild. We had such a delicious time. However, my long flight from America had worn me out, and I had fallen asleep after cumming in her pussy.

“Good morning,” I said in English. “Allah be with you.”

“It’s nearly noon,” said Wahida. “Talib said to let you sleep in after your long journey.”

“From America?” the older woman who had joined my wife said.

“Indeed,” I said, coming to join them. “You are Rizwana, yes?”

The mature woman nodded, her cheeks smooth and with all the beauty her years had given her. She was more than a handsome woman. She must have been breathtaking when she was my age, eighteen. She was Imam Hoosam Karimi’s first wife. I had met her last night at my wedding at her husband’s mosque.

“And you are…” I frowned at the younger woman. She was the imam’s second wife.

A naughty gleam twinkled in her eyes as she stared at me. She licked her lips and shifted on the floor. “I am Fahima,” she said. “Allah’s blessings be upon you, Nova.”

I smiled as I sat down beside my wife, my futa-dick throbbing.

“Perhaps we should be going,” said Rizwana. “Your new wife is awake, Wahida. I am sure you two have much… to discuss.”

“To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. “We did plenty of that last time, didn’t we, my love?”

Wahida’s dusky cheeks darkened. She quickly sipped her tea, squirming.

I left, wicked and wild. “She was more virginal than I was last night.”

“Did you and her really…?” asked Fahima. She leaned in, her tongue flicking across her plump lips.

“That is there business,” said the older woman as she rose. “Come along, Fahima. Let’s give them some privacy. What they do is between them, their husband, and Allah. She is his divine gift. How she wishes to… love Wahida is there business.”

“Do you think our husband will marry a futa?” asked Fahima as she rose, grabbing her colorful hijab and draping the headscarf over her hair.

“Perhaps,” Rizwana said. “Perhaps not. That is his decision.”

“I do hope more my sisters come to Saudi Arabia,” I said. “And if not, well, at least I am here. One miracle of Allah to grace your country.”

Fahima glanced at me and her cheeks darkened. She was such a beauty. My futa-dick throbbed even harder as I watched the two leave. They vanished out of the living room in their heavy dresses, hiding any hint of what they might look like beneath their clothes.

I ached to find out.

“You are a naughty one,” Wahida said, “coming out here with that hard cock thrusting against the folds.”

“I can’t help it that I’m horny,” I said, my hand running through her fine, black hair. It was like silk. It was a wonder to enjoy.

She smiled at me. “Right. You heard the sound of women, and that was enough to get a rise out of you. I have heard of you futas. All horny, wanton things.”

I winked at her.

She grabbed my blonde hair. She was definitely less shy than last night. I shuddered as she pulled me to her lips. I kissed her with hunger. My mouth melted against hers, loving the feel of her against me. She groaned, our lips sealing tight. This wicked heat flowed through me as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her. I loved her boldness as her tongue dueled with mine.

I moaned, our tongue dancing and caressing each other. She tasted so good. I whimpered as her hand found my hardon. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. My dick throbbed, my pussy drinking in the tingles.

She broke our kiss. “You are bleeding through.”

“Huh?” I panted as her thumb kept massaging my cock’s crown.

“Your juices are bleeding through. Cock juices.”

“Precum,” I said. I grinned at her. “What do you expect would happen when you touch me like that?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “It’s like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. Your precum.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows, my legs stretching out beneath the low table.

She released my cock and dragged my nightgown up my thighs. I trembled, my body shaking. My futa-dick throbbed as my Arab wife unveiled more and more of my pale legs. The hem went higher and higher. She exposed my thighs.

Then she revealed my cock thrusting from my blonde bush.

My clit-dick sprang out, thrusting up long and hard from the folds of my pussy. My cock, swollen dark with my passion, twitched with my heartbeat. She licked her lips as she leaned her head down.

I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. She was only a few years older than me, her skin a lovely shade of dusky tan. Her lips were plump and wet. They came closer and closer to my cock.

“You make me so wanton,” she said. “You futas are invigorating. I see why Allah made you.”

“Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you.”

She smiled at me, pausing in her descent. “You gave me more pleasure than I had in all my life. You made Talib give it to me, too. You are amazing, Nova. I am thankful Allah sent you to us.”

Her head darted down the rest of the way. Her mouth engulfed my futa-dick.

I groaned, my dick throbbing while my thoughts went to that delicious Fahima. The gleam in her eyes. She wanted me. The imam’s wife wanted to enjoy a futa’s passion. I bet she would be wild once I stripped her out of her dress.

Wahida’s hungry mouth slid up and down my girl-cock. My new wife gave me such a treat. I gripped her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as I pictured Fahima in my place. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam…

“Oh, yes, yes, I am so glad Allah sent me here, too,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that. You’re perfect. You’re making me so happy, Wahida.”

She sucked on my girl-dick. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled out, soaking my bush. My tart passion perfumed the air, rising over the scent of sandalwood incense. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she sucked and loved my girl-dick.

Her tongue danced around my crown while Fahima filled my thoughts. I shuddered, my toes curling. My cunt clenched. The pleasure built and built in me. That need to cum. That explosive, building pressure that grew and grew in the depths of my cunt. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To flooding Wahida’s hungry mouth with my futa-cum.

It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked delight shot through me. I wanted to enjoy Fahima the same way I could enjoy Wahida. I was an ambassador to the Arab people. To their women. I had to be like my futa-mother.

I had to enjoy as many of them as I could.

“Wahida, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Ooh, you’re incredible. I love you.”

She sucked with such passion. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with cum. I would fire so much into her mouth. I would flood her. She would be drowning in my futa-cum for the rest of the day. Just reveling in it.

I smiled at her as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue was nimble, dancing, pleasing me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glassy. My cunt clenched. This wild heat rippled through me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand sweeping up my thigh.

“Ooh, yes, yes, finger my twat as you blow me,” I moaned. “You’re such a naughty wife.”

She sucked with delight. Her delicious fingers swept up my inner thigh and brushed the curls of my pussy. Then she was brushing over my vulva until she stroked my pussy lips directly. I gasped at her hot touch. My breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown as she stroked my labia.

She penetrated me.

“Wahida!” I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her mouth.

She sucked with hunger on my shaft. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the heat surging out of me. This wicked, wild, wanton passion built and built in me. She fingered my twat with her delicious fingers. She caressed my hot flesh, teasing me.

I wanted to just explode. To erupt and spurt my cum into her hungry mouth. I loved her. It was an experience to enjoy. A wild passion that would have me gasping and moaning. Her fingers pumped in and out of me. She stirred me up to a froth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing.”

She moaned around my cock.

Her hungry suckles had my dick throbbing and aching. I panted, my nipples tingling. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it off. My blonde hair bounced around my face while my tits were exposed. She stared up at them as she blew me.

She moaned, her fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I loved the feel of her digits reaming in and out of my twat. She gave me such a treat. Such passion to enjoy. This dizzying heat danced around me. I shuddered, my teeth grinding together as the passion built and built in me.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Come on, just work those fingers in and out of me. Oh, damn, you feel amazing.”

She moaned about my cock. She sucked on me with hunger. Her head bobbed up and down on my girth. It was incredible to enjoy. A wild passion. My pussy squeezed down on those fingers. I gripped them with my cunt.

The friction and her sucking mouth set me off.

“Wahida!” I moaned.

My futa-cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers.

Hot cum spurted out of my dick and into her hungry mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded out of me. I erupted into her. My cum spurted again and again. It was incredible. I groaned, trembling on the floor.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cum. “Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing. An angel!”

Her fingers jammed deep into my spasming pussy. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and fired from my girl-dick. I swayed. My eyes burst with stars. They flashed across my vision as I shuddered on the floor.

I panted and groaned as the final blast of my cum fired into her mouth.

“Oh, Wahida,” I moaned as she sucked out all of my girl-spunk. Her mouth popped off my dick. “That was incredible.”

“Mmm,” she purred as she looked up at me. Cum dribbled on her lips. “Yes, it was.”

She kissed me with hunger, letting me taste the exciting, salty flavor of my jizz. I loved it, melting into her kiss while I thought of Fahima and that naughty twinkle in her eyes. I had to enjoy her. Seduce her.

I had to experience more Arab delights.

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July 25th, 2038

The next day, I arrived at the imam’s house with a jar of candied figs to give as a thank you gift. I stepped out of my self-driven Uber. There wasn’t a driver, the car just navigating the city of Riyadh all on its own. It was perfect when your husband didn’t have a spare car.

I shuddered as I came up to the door. I remembered arriving at this house for my wedding two days ago. I smiled, my headscarf wrapped covering my hair and swaddled about my face. I doubt anyone walking by on the streets realized I was the only futa in Saudi Arabia.

The door opened, and I grinned at the sight of Fahima.

“Oh, Nova,” she said in her accented English. “What a wonderful surprise. Come in. Come in.”

“Are you here alone?” I asked her as I swept in.

“My husband is at the mosque and Rizwana is visiting her mother. She does it every week on Wednesdays.”

I smiled. I knew that from talking to Wahida.

“And she leaves you all alone?” I shook my head as I handed her the jar of candied dates. “Well, this is a thank you gift from me for the hospitality your husband showed me by holding my wedding here.”

“Of course, of coursed,” said Fahima. She took it from me and led me into her house. It had that same spicy, sandalwood scent as my own. We passed a large shelf covered in leather-bound books with titles in Arabic.

I was still learning to read and speak the language.

“I’m glad you came over,” Fahima said. “I was so interested in talking with you.”

“Oh?” I said as she placed the candied dates in a cupboard. She had a surprisingly Western kitchen with all manner of appliances and even an induction heat stove top. “On what.”

“On futas,” she said, her cheeks blushing dark.

“I had a feeling,” I said, slipping my arm around hers. “Well, show me around your house and ask questions.”

She nodded as she took me by the arm. She had a sweet smell about her, something flowery and delicious. Her black hair fell loose about her face. I pulled off my hijab as she led me out of the kitchen into her dining room, my blonde hair falling free.

She glanced at it, her eyes dark.

“What is it like being a futa?” she asked. “I mean, you are mostly female. Do you get periods?”

“Yes,” I said. “I can even get pregnant, though I have no interest in having a man be in me.”

“Not even your husband?”

“He gets to watch me play with Wahida,” I said, noticing the way Fahima’s breath quickened. “And he plays with her, too. She satiates us both. It’s rather… delicious.”

“Oh, my,” she said, her cheeks darkening.

“Do you and Rizwana never please your husband at the same time? Or each other?”

“Oh, no, of course not,” she moaned. “He comes to our bed separately. Technically, he should buy us each our own house, but the city is crowded.”

“What a pity,” I said. “To have more than one wife and not get the joy of watching one lick his seed out of the other’s pussy. Poor man.”

“Oh, my, that is naughty, Nova,” Fahima gasped. “You would lick Talib out of Wahida?”

“Well, I would lick my own out of her,” I said. “I have. She finds it wicked.”

Fahima was blushing so dark now as she led me down a hallway. She turned on a light for the bathroom, then kept going, passed her husband’s study. I shuddered as we reached a room with a bed in it.

“Is this what you really wanted to show me?” I asked her. “Your bed?”

She swallowed.

I stepped inside, leading her after. I turned, my hand sliding down her arm until I only gripped her hand. I pulled her after me as I backed towards the bed. I stared into her eyes, my futa-dick throbbing and aching beneath my dark, auburn dress.

“Did you bring me here so you could find out about a futa first hand?” I asked.

“You mustn’t think I’m adulterous,” she moaned.

“But didn’t your husband’s fatwa say it is not adultery to sleep with a futa?” I asked. “After all, my futa-mother slept with both of King Njam’s wives. She bred them even.”

“Yes,” groaned Fahima. “But I should still ask his permission before—”

I kissed her.

She melted against me, her lips liquid on my mouth. My tongue thrust past her lips. She didn’t resist me. She groaned and kissed me back. I loved it. I hugged her tight, pulling her against me. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties and beneath my dress, feeling her body.

She was so lush. So delicious. I had to enjoy her. I had to make love to this married beauty. She was an imam’s wife. Somehow, that made it naughtier. Like fucking a reverend’s wife back home. But I was Muslim now. I had converted to Islam.

This was so wild.

I turned us around as I kissed her and pushed her back to the bed. She gasped, breaking the kiss as she sank onto her dark covers. She panted, her brown eyes glossy with passion. She licked her lips as she stared up at me.

I smiled at her and winked. My fingers undid the buttons of my dress, working fast. My nipples ached, my round breasts begging to be free. I threw open my blouse, baring my tits held in my light-pink blouse.

Her eyes stared at me with such hunger as my dress fell off my body. She groaned, wiggling on the ground. She licked her lips. She was such a sweet thing. She had my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned at the sight of her.

“Aren’t you just delicious?” I groaned. “Ooh, I’m going to have such a fun time with you.”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Is your pussy getting soaked?” I asked as I unhooked my bra and bared my pale tits to her hungry gaze.

The Arab woman moaned, “Yes.”

“Good,” I purred. I smiled as her gaze lingered at my tits. They swayed as I slipped off my bra straps off my shoulders. They slid down my arms. My nipples were hard and pink.

I dropped my bra to the ground then slid my hands down my body. My touch electrified me. I groaned as I came closer and closer to my futa-dick. My cock throbbed and ached in my panties, threatening to break free.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I smiled as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on my panties, ready for the grand unveiling. She groaned, squirming her thighs together beneath her skirt.

I shoved my panties down.

Fahima groaned as my futa-dick sprang into view.

I bobbed before her, aching for her body. She stared at me with such hunger as I peeled my panties down my thighs and let them drop to my feet. My cock swayed the entire time, precum beading at the tip.

“Mmm, is this what you wanted, you naughty, married slut?” I asked.

“Yes!” Fahima groaned with throaty passion.

“Then get naked and show me how sexy you are.”

Fahima moaned. She wiggled on the bed as she hiked up her baggy skirt. She showed off her shaved legs. They gleamed in the light. She looked sexy, her legs the same dusky tan as the rest of her. She pulled her dress higher and higher. I groaned as her panties came into view, a bronze silk, the crotch soaked with her excitement.

She sat up, peeling her dress over her stomach then exposing her breasts in a matching bra. They were round tits, her nipples pressing hard into the fabric. She ripped off her dress over her head, her hair spilling about her flushed face. She threw it to the floor and unsnapped her bra with an eagerness, her straps sliding off her shoulders.

“Oh, Fahima,” I groaned as she unveiled her tits. They were so round and perky. Her areolas were large for a woman of her age. She was only twenty or so. They were also oval. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. “Those are beautiful tits,”

Fahima blushed. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I purred. “Now show me that pussy.”

Fahima groaned. She stretched out on her back again, her breasts jiggling. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She peeled them off slowly, thrusting her legs up into the air. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat. Her slit was tight and gleamed with her juices.

Arab women, I’d learned, usually shaved their pussies. Not to look sexy and naughty like a Western woman, but because their bushes were so thick. It was for hygiene, but it made Fahima’s pussy look so delicious.

I licked my tongue as I drifted to the bed. She pulled her panties off the rest of the way and lowered her legs, keeping her thighs pressed tight together. My futa-dick bobbed before me, aching for her as her eyes locked on me. She groaned, squirming. I could see the top of her tight slit vanishing between her closed thighs.

“Mmm, show me that pussy,” I moaned. “Let me see it. Worship it.”

“Oh, Nova,” she gasped. “This is… I… I…”

“I am Allah’s miracle, remember,” I purred, grabbing her ankles. “Part those thighs for me. I was sent to love you.”

She groaned and spread her thighs, exposing her tight slit to my hungry gaze. I groaned at the sight of her. I licked my lips as I crawled between her legs. She was so beautiful. So perfect. I trembled as I breathed in her musk. The heady scent filled my nose as I came closer and closer to her twat.

That exciting scent had my heart racing. Blood pumped hot through my veins as I came closer and closer to the imam’s wife’s shaved cunt. My hand reached out before me. My pointer and middle fingers framed her pussy, feeling her vulva hot with her excitement. I parted her labia, exposing her pink depths.

“Nova!” she moaned as I pressed my tongue into her twat.

She gasped as my tongue darted through her folds. I lapped up her tangy cream. Her juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth with her wonderful taste. I breathed in deeply than licked again. I savored the aroma of her.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. She gasped and moaned, her eyes wide with delight. Her thighs squeezed about my face as my tongue penetrated deeper into her. My tongue darted around. I caressed her. Loved her.

She tasted amazing.

“Nova! Nova!” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. Her breasts jiggled, her fat nipples quivering atop them. “Oh, Nova!”

“Mmm, first time having your pussy licked?” I asked her and then took another flick through her cunt.

“Yes!” she moaned.

That was so exciting to hear to me. To know that I was the first one to give her this delight. I kept my fingers pulling apart her pussy lips so I could stroke through all her flesh. I nuzzled into her warmth, my tongue caressing her everywhere I could reach.

She gasped and moaned, trembling on the bed as my tongue darted around inside of her. I licked up her juices. I savored the flavor of her. She moaned, her tangy passion spilling into my mouth as she writhed on the bed.

“Nova!” she whimpered. “You’re… you’re… What is happening to me?”

“You’re going to have an orgasm,” I moaned. I nuzzled into her twat. You’re going to explode.”

She shuddered. “You mean… really? That’s not a myth. Women can have those?”

“Yes!”

I latched onto her clit. I sucked hard on her bud. She shuddered on the bed. Her body bucked and writhed as my tongue fluttered around her sensitive nub. Her breasts heaved. Her hands grabbed them, squeezing them like she kneaded to clutch onto something.

To hold onto a lifeline.

Her tangy cream stained my chin. Her fingers dug into her breasts as she moaned and gasped. Her body trembled on the bed. Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered, fingers digging into her tits. Her entire body writhed and bucked. She moaned out in delight.

“Nova!”

I shoved my two fingers holding her pussy lips apart into her juicy twat. My futa-dick throbbed. My own pussy cream, soaking my blonde bush, dribbled down my aching shaft. I thrust in and out of her depths. I churned her up. Teased her.

Her body shuddered on the bed. She moaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around me. Her body quivered and quaked. She tightened her thighs about my head. She groaned, her mind melting beneath the blood.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Nova! I think… I think I’m going to orgasm.”

“Good!” I moaned, my fingers plunging so deep into her twat.

Her fingers dug into her tits. My pussy clenched in anticipation of her orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit while her twat tightened on my plunging digits. I reamed deep into her married cunt, stroking her, teasing her.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

Fahima moaned out in rapture. She bucked on the bed as her orgasm swept through her. Tangy cream gushed out around my fingers reaming her spasming flesh. My futa-dick throbbed in envy as I ducked down and nuzzled into her folds.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. My tongue gathered her wonderful juices. I tasted the feverish heat of her first orgasm. I was so glad I had come to Saudi Arabia, that I had married Talib and Wahida. I would show so many Arab women these delights.

I would give them so much rapture.

“Nova, you’re amazing!” she moaned. “You are Allah’s miracle. Thank you! Thank you for coming and giving me this bliss.”

I jammed my fingers deep into her convulsing twat and lifted my head. I stared at her, pussy cream dripping off my chin. “You’re welcome. I just want to give you such pleasure. I have more to give.”

“Your cock?” Fahima moaned, her married twat squeezing around me.

“My big, throbbing futa-cock,” I moaned.

I ripped my fingers out of her twat. I rose up on her bed, kneeling on the edge. My bare feet dangled off, my toes curling. I wrapped my futa-cock up in my hand, stroking her cream up and down my shaft. Her eyes looked at me, such lust boiling in those dark depths.

“You want me, don’t you,” I purred.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Ooh, you have to fuck me. You have to be in me. I need you, Nova.”

I smiled at the wanton passion coming from the imam’s youngest wife. She was so sexy. My breasts quivered as I crawled up farther between her thighs. Her hands squeezed her tits as this lust burned across her face.

I ducked my head down, my tits dangling, and sucked on her fat nipple. I reveled in the feel of it between my lips. I nursed on her delicious nipple. I loved her. This wicked heat surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy. She whimpered and squirmed.

Her hand found my futa-dick. She grasped the spongy end, her palm rubbing into it. She stroked me, massaged me. She sent such delight shooting through me. I groaned around her nipple, sucking on it with such hunger.

“Mmm, I want this, Nova,” she moaned. “I want your futa-dick in me. You’re so much bigger than Hoosam.”

I popped my mouth off her nipple. “Mmm, are you a bit of a size queen?”

She frowned. “Size… queen?”

I grinned at her. “It means you want big dicks in your pussy.”

A naughty grin crossed her lips. “I want your big dick in my pussy. Wahida is so lucky to get your cock all the time.”

“Mmm, she is,” I purred as she drew me closer. She pulled my cock down towards her pussy. She rubbed me into her hot folds.

I kissed her as she rubbed my cock into her shaved twat. Pleasure spilled down to my pussy. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue darting with mine. Our nipples came together, brushing and rubbing. Sparks flared through my body.

I thrust into her married pussy.

Her cunt engulfed me. I groaned into our kiss as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. Her flesh embraced me with her silky heat. She was so wet. So juicy. The imam’s wife moaned into our kiss as she squeezed her twat around me.

She broke the kiss, panting, “Yes, yes, Nova!”

“Mmm,” I purred, drawing back my hips and ramming forward. “You’re just such a naughty wife.”

“I am,” she moaned, her face twisting with delight as I plunged into her. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples brushing. Sparks flew. “Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. You’re reaming me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re filling me up!”

“Good,” I purred. I nuzzled against her chin and then kissed her with hunger. My tongue darted into her mouth.

She groaned, her body trembling around me. This wicked heat surged through me. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. This wild passion that had me trembling in delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her, I slammed into her pussy. I filled her cunt over and over, the delight flowing down my cock to my twat.

The bed creaked like a door being open from the force of our passion. The bed rocked as I plowed into her wonderful pussy. She gripped me. Her juicy snatch held my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

“Oh, Allah, yes,” she groaned. “Oh, this is amazing.”

“I know.” I panted. “Oh, Allah, I know. Thank you for this blessing, Allah!”

“Thank you for your mercy!” she moaned and kissed me.

“Fahima!” a woman gasped.

Fahima stiffened beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my futa-dick. I broke the kiss and grinned to see the older wife, Rizwana, standing in the doorway. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.

“What are you doing?” Rizwana asked.

“Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. “She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock.”

“I am sorry,” groaned Fahima. “I’m weak. I couldn’t resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure.”

“But… but…” Rizwana shook her head. “Does our husband know?”

“No!” gasped Fahima. “I… I… It just happened.”

“Mmm, yes it did,” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, my nipples rubbing against Fahima’s while her pussy gripped my futa-cock. She held me with her silky sheath, massaging me. “Oh, Fahima, yes, yes, I’m going to pump so much futa-cum in you. I might breed you.”

“Oh, Allah, yes!” Fahima moaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick.

“Fahima!” gasped Rizwana. “Don’t say that.”

“She just feels so good!” groaned Fahima. “Oh, my sister-wife, you have to experience this, too. You have to feel her girl-dick in you. She’s so huge. She dwarfs our husband. It’s incredible.”

“But… but… we need his permission.” The woman licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.

I smiled at her, watching her as I reamed my futa-dick in and out of Fahima’s tight, married pussy. The older imam’s wife trembled. Her hands rubbed at her belly as she watched my cock vanishing into Fahima’s cunt.

My dick throbbed in Fahima’s amazing pussy. Her cunt groped me, driving me wild. This passion built and built in me with my every thrust into Fahima’s delicious cunt. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around me. This wondrous sheath that brought me closer and closer to exploding. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was thrusting so hard. So fast.

My ovaries came closer and closer to boiling over.

“Oh, yes, yes, Fahima!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to spurt so much jizz in you.”

“Yes!” Fahima moaned. “Do that! I’m going to cum again. Oh, Rizwana, you have to try this. You have to enjoy her futa-dick.”

“Not… without our… husband’s permission…” the older woman moaned, sounding dazed. Her tongue ran over her lips as her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress at her belly, pulling the cloth tight over her delicious breasts. They looked so big.

I thrust hard and fast into Fahima’s pussy. I reveled in being in her depths. I savored it as I thrust over and over into her twat. It was a wild thrill. I savored every inch my cock moved through her sheath. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked down at Fahima. I could tell she was close. She was on the verge of cumming. It was such a hot delight to witness. This wicked passion built and built in her expression. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in her depths.

“Nova!” she groaned. “Cum in me! Show Rizwana how amazing you are!”

“Yes!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her.

My cum erupted from my ovaries. The jizz rushed out of me, spurting over and over into her depths. She gasped, her eyes widening. A moment later, her pussy joined mine in convulsing delight. Her twat spasmed and writhed around me. This wonderful heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Her pussy milked my spurting futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths over and over. I spilled in her. I groaned, stars bursting before my eyes as I unloaded so much jizz into her cunt. My pussy convulsed while her twat writhed about my cock.

“Allah’s merciful blessings!” I howled as the pleasure rippled through my body. I floated on the rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, this is amazing.”

“It is… is… adultery!” she moaned.

“No, no, our husband said it himself. It is not adultery for a woman to lie with a futa! I’m lying with her! She’s filling me with her miraculous cum!”

“So much cum,” I groaned, shuddering through my orgasm. Then I ripped my girl-cock clear of Fahima’s twat. I had spilled every drop in her. “Come here, Rizwana.”

“Allah,” the older woman groaned, stumbling forward, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress like she was afraid what her hands would do if she let go.

I grabbed her elbow and pulled her close to me. She stared right at her sister-wife’s juicy twat. My cum leaked out of that shaved hole, trickling down to form a wet spot in the dark blanket. I shuddered, my cock pulsing and throbbing with my excitement.

“Doesn’t that look just delicious?” I said, guiding Rizwana forward until her knees brushed the bed. “My seed leaking out of your sister-wife’s pussy.”

Rizwana made a strangled groan, a sound of suppressed passion.

My hand slipped from her arm to her rump. I pushed her forward. She fell on her hands and knees between Fahima’s spread-open thighs. I prodded her towards Fahima, pushing on the older woman’s plump ass. She shuffled closer to Fahima’s pussy.

“Don’t you just want to taste me,” I asked, my futa-dick throbbing. I mounted the bed behind the imam’s first wife. My hands grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I hauled the fabric up her thighs. “Don’t you want to just feast on her.”

“I… I…” groaned Rizwana.

“Feast on me,” whimpered Fahima. “Oh, please, do it.”

I exposed a pair of gray panties, the crotch soaked by Rizwana’s hot passion. I yanked her panties off her hips, rolling them off her bubbly rump. I exposed a shaved pussy. Her lips were thick, protruding out from her vulva. They were dark and engorged. A sweet musk filled my nose.

“Just eat me,” groaned Fahima. “Please! Love me, my sister-wife.”

“This is a sin,” panted Rizwana.

The bed creaked like an opening door as I pressed my cock against the folds of her pussy. I heard footsteps. I smiled; the imam was home now. He would witness the miracle he proclaimed. I thrust my cock into Rizwana’s pussy.

“Lick my seed out of Fahima’s pussy as I bless your cunt with my cum!” I howled at the top of my voice.

As my cock sank into Rizwana’s juicy, tight pussy, the footsteps came closer and closer. I reveled in them as I enjoyed the married cunt wrapped around my dick. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders. My pale tits heaved as I gripped Rizwana’s dusky hips.

“Feast on my seed!” I moaned.

Her head ducked down. Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she nuzzled into Fahima’s pussy. The younger wife groaned. Her body shuddered as she felt her sister-wife’s mouth. Rizwana licked my cum out of Fahima’s pussy.

A shadow fell upon me. A man groaned.

“Yes, yes, lick my seed out of your sister-wife’s pussy while I bless your cunt!” I moaned, thrusting away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of Imam Hoosam Karimi. He stood stunned, his iron-gray beard twitching as I plowed his wife.

“This is so wrong,” Rizwana moaned. “Oh, so wrong, but… but…” Her married pussy clamped about my thrusting cock. “You taste so good leaking out of her, Nova. So delicious.”

“I know,” I groaned, thrusting away harder. Faster. I pounded her pussy while I smiled at the imam.

He swallowed, watching with hungry eyes. He wore a tunic-like robe. His chest rose and fell as he shifted. He licked his lips as I fucked his wife while Fahima moaned and gasped. Rizwana feasted on the younger woman, devouring my cum out of Fahima’s twat.

I groaned as I thrust forward with hard, fast strokes. I plowed into Rizwana cunt. I looked away from the imam and enjoyed his wife. My futa-dick throbbed in the older woman’s twat. She squeezed down around me, her hips wiggling, enjoying me.

“Isn’t she so huge?” moaned Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, isn’t she just so big? She stretches you out, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh!” groaned Rizwana. “Nova’s so much bigger than our husband.”

He groaned behind me.

I was cuckolding the imam with my hard, bold strokes. My futa-cock buried to the hilt in Rizwana’s pussy over and over. My orgasm built and built. It was so exciting. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as Rizwana feasted on my cum leaking out of Fahima’s twat.

Fahima shuddered. She was climbing towards her third orgasm. Such delight burned on her face as she twisted her fat nipples. She humped against her sister-wife’s face as I plowed into Rizwana’s cunt. My tits heaved before me. My flesh slapped her flesh.

“I’m going to flood you with so much cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to pump my jizz into your depths.”

“Yes!” whimpered Rizwana. “Do that. Flood me! Give me your blessed seed.”

The imam groaned again.

“Oh, husband, you’re watching us love the blessed futa!” moaned Fahima.

“What?” gasped Rizwana, her pussy tightening around my cock. She lifted her head and looked past me. “Husband!”

Her pussy convulsed around my girl-dick. Her cunt went wild as she stared at her husband watching us. Then she groaned, her body trembling while her twat writhed around my cock. She lowered her head, burying her face back into Fahima’s pussy.

I groaned, thrusting hard into the older woman’s writhing cunt. Her massaging flesh brought me closer and closer to exploding. I shuddered, my breasts heaving as I pumped my dick over and over into her cunt. I rammed into her again and again.

My pussy tightened.

My futa-dick ached.

“Rizwana!” I moaned.

“Cum in her so I can lick her clean!” moaned Fahima. “Oh, my husband, this is wonderful. You were right. Allah sent futas. Sent Nova!”

She came, too. She bucked on the bed as I slammed into Rizwana’s spasming cunt. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned and threw back my head. My tits heaved before me. They bounced as my pussy convulsed.

My futa-cum erupted from my girl-dick.

Hot jizz spurted over and over into Rizwana’s married cunt. Her husband watched me flood her. My pussy juices gushed down my thighs as I filled Rizwana’s twat with blast after blast of my hot seed. I bathed her cunt.

“Allah, yes!” I moaned, my pleasure screaming through me.

This wild, wanton, naughty bliss rippled through my body. I swayed, gripping Rizwana’s hips as the powerful orgasm surged through me. The two delights slammed into my mind. Rapture fired from my girl-dick and ecstasy flowed from my convulsing cunt.

I loved it.

“Allah be praised!” I howled in delight as I spilled the last drop of cum into the older woman’s hungry pussy. She wrung me dry while moaning into Fahima’s cunt.

I pulled out of her and stepped off the bed, panting. The imam stared at me with hungry eyes. Then he groaned as Fahima pulled Rizwana around. The still-clothed first wife straddled the second’s head. They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion.

“Enjoy the desire I have stoked in your wives,” I said, grabbing my panties and pulling them up my thighs. “Allah has given you this gift. Savor it.”

He let out a strangled groan.

I dressed quickly and left, glad I could inspire such passion. That I could give such joy to those two women. I practically floated home, hardly noticing the blistering, Riyadh summer sun. I came home and found Talib.

I gave my husband a kiss on each of his whiskered cheeks. His eyes were bright.

“Are you horny, my husband?” I asked him.

“Fetch Wahida,” he groaned. “I need to watch you make her cum.”

I grinned, eager to spread my passion. I loved my new life. It was going perfectly.

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December 23rd, 2038

“And that was the start of my troubles,” I said to Adelia Tash as I recounted what happened last summer. I was on her talk show streaming live to the world. “I thought Imam Karimi was fine with what happened.”

“He did pen the fatwa declaring futas to be divine gifts of Allah and no woman could commit adultery by lying with one,” Adelia said, concern breaking across her face.

“It turned out the reality of the situation was more than he could handle,” I said, sadness welling up inside of me. “I thought things were going great. Wahida and Fahima were both pregnant a month later and…”

To be continued…

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If you would like this story to continue please comment. For clarity certain Characters and a scene are from anther story of mine. This story is told from a different perspective.

Jason Cole

By Jax_Teller©2017

I was at the porn shop on the seedy side of town, in the booths in the back watching porn when I heard a female in the next booth tell the guy with her about a bondage club near by. I over heard her describe a nondescript building just out side the city limits. There was no sign, no windows to see in, but if the parking lot was full it was open. It was a members only club and there was a door man at the door to check membership cards. I discretely followed them out side and as I suspected the guy left quickly. I saw her hang around the pay telephone for a few minutes and I went over and asked if she had a light proffering a cigarette. She handed me her lighter and asked for a cigarette which I handed her with her lighter back.

I told her that I had over heard her talking about an exclusive club for bondage. I asked if she was a member and she confirmed that she was, I told her I was interested and that if she would like to go, I would be happy to escort her. She giggled at my escort comment and said she would need to go back to her place and change first. I told her that would be cool,and led her to my car. As I drove her, we talked and she divulged that she was a pro- Dominatrix, and that the guy she’d met at the porn shop only wanted a blow job, not the kind of service she offered. I said that I was submissive and would be interested in serving her for the night if she was willing. She looked me over for a second and said for the right price she would. I agreed and stopped at the ATM to pay her on the way to the club.

When we arrived I opened her door and she led me to the building’s door and the doorman and she showed him her membership card. He opened the door and a heavy deep base beat at a low volume could be heard. The house lights were low but the booth’s around the out walls were varied lighting, some slightly brighter that the house lights and some that were not lit at all. There was a center area of the floor that was tables and all the chairs faced the raised stage. As we were seated at a table center stage, she told me more about the club and what to expect, like people in the audience masturbating or having sex, and that there was no alcohol sales but people were allowed to bring their own as long as no one was obviously drunk. She also said there were no limits to sexuality in that there may be all sorts, male-female, female-female, male-male, shemales, and other sorts as well, you never knew exactly what would go on.

A female voice came over the sound system as the lights gradually came on and said there would be a five minute break and then the stage would be open for who ever wanted to go on next. It was odd sitting there watching as people shuffled about some undressing others pulling their clothes back on. The lights dimmed and a woman who looked to be in her fifties stepped on stage and the lights went back down except for on the stage. Music came on and she removed her clothing and pulling some devices from her bag. As she moved about she was almost dancing, gliding about her routine. She got close to the front edge of the stage and produced a strip of cloth with medical looking needles, with out the syringe portion, and began to stick needle after needle through her nipples making an Astrix looking design.

When she had used all the needles she pulled a set of clamps from her bag and spread her legs in front of a stage light, spot lighting her pussy, and put the clamps one each on the lips of her pussy. She once again dance – glided around for a minute and then pulled same weights from her bag and as she glided she would stop and put a weight onto the clamps. Her lips stretched at the weights and as she put the last weights on, the music lowered to reveal the sound of the weights clanking against each other to the rhythm of the music at which the audience clapped and cheered until the music ended. She bowed and sat in a chair removing her devices as the house lights slowly came back up.

Once again the announcer came over the sound system and after the five minute intermission this beautiful dark skinned woman got up as the house lights dimmed and approached the stage. The energy seemed to ramp up, people who had been around the edges moved to tables. Music came one she did a very erotic strip tease until she was completely naked at the end of the second song. As the third song came on she motioned to this guy sitting at a table near the stage. She curled her finger at the guy and he made like he was shy and she coaxed him to the stage with and she placed a chair center stage and sat him on it. Once he was in place she went about giving him a lap dance, loosening his clothes, rubbing his cock through his pants, putting his face in her cleavage. The next song began and she stood him up, kicked the chair to the side, and pointed making him lay on his back. She danced around removing parts of his clothes until he was naked. His cock was standing tall and proud and The woman stood over him with her feet on either side of his chest and leaned down sucking his cock, very dramatically with over exaggerations.

In one swift quick motion she stepped forward and squatted over him and took his cock straight into her pussy right to the base. The crowd was silent and enthralled with the show as the talented woman bounced and rocked on his cock. The beautiful dark skinned woman finely got tired and she laid down with her feet on the railing edge of the stage and then pulled her legs up to her chest, and curled her finger at the man once again. He moved to her and knelt between her legs and guided his cock into her very wet pussy. We could see her pussy her juices were pushed out by his cock entering her. He began slow slamming his cock in her until he bottomed out in her pussy and then he pulled back out until the head of his cock felt cool air and then slammed back into her. The guys toes were locked on the rail of the stage for balance and he picked up the pace rocking, plowing into her.

The woman screamed at him “fuck me white boy, fuck this nigger whore cunt, fuck me”. The music ended and the sound of his body and cock slamming into her was making rude sloshing slapping sounds, only covered by her screaming. She was yelling at him to fuck her harder, calling him a pussy and he picked up the slam factor and grabbed her throat with both hands grabbing her with enough force to keep his balance but not so tight that she couldn’t yell. She began to tremble under him and she kept repeating don’t stop I want to come you cracker, fuck me harder, and then Fuck, fuck, fuck. She started to buck wildly under him and then she went silent, shaking and then the squirting all over the place. The guy continued pounding her until she went limp, and he stood up and jerked his cock unloading buckets of come from her head to her pussy.

As he stood back looking her over, her feet were hanging over the bar rail, and she was rubbing her clit and small spurts of come were coming from her pussy. He knelt down and kissed her as she drew a finger of his come to her mouth and she squirted one more large stream of come over the rail and into the front row of tables. When she finished coming he pulled her to a sitting position and the picked her up in his arms and took her to a chair at the back of the stage. The lights came on as the cheering and clapping began and I could see many naked folks in the crowd, some fucking, some masturbating. I head never heard such racism during sexual encounters or in porn for that matter and I was slightly taken back by it but not enough to want to do anything about it not that I could or that I would leave over it.

Mistress Rose asked me if I liked being insulted or degraded, and I said it did nothing for me at all. The announcer did her thing, announcing a fifteen minute intermission. As the couple that had finished their performance sat down, several people stopped by their table and congratulated them for a great performance. I was amazed to see another biracial couple stop and talk with them, almost glowing over their magnificent performance. The two couples were pleasant and it was sort of odd, the two fit white men and the two beautiful dark skinned women and I wondered if it was some kind of fetish they were into. Mistress Rose told me that performers get a lot of attention and invites go unanswered for the most part but some times people would hook up later. The lights dimmed and everyone made their way to their seats.

The next performer was a single male and he just stripped with no music and Mistress Rose said Oh this is going to be good. A large guy sitting at a table across from us barked get off the stage you faggot. The now naked man on stage said make me you limp dick come rag bitch. The guy jumped up on the stage and they began wrestling back and forth, and with in a couple of minutes they were both naked and wrestling on the stage floor. I was concerned at what I was seeing might escalate, but Rose said just watch, and the large man from the crowd was now pinning the other guy face down. He hit the other guy a few times in the back demanding that he spread his legs. Finely the guy complied and the guy on top forced his cock in the other guys ass and began dry fucking him. There were whistles and cat calls from the crowd as the guy on the bottom attempted to escape the seemingly brutal attack and was put back down by the larger man.

As much as I valued consent and loving relationships I found myself aroused and in fact with an erection. I was ashamed of myself and thought to leave, but was so drawn into the scene I couldn’t move. As the two men wrestled for control the guy on the bottom managed to get to his hands and knees, but that didn’t stop the other guy’s invasion of his ass. The guy on top reached down and was jerking the guys cock, and I realized the guy on the bottom was actually enjoying being raped. The guy on the top moved quickly and jerked the guy over on his side and was still jerking him off and fucking him on his side so everyone could see the violation. The guy being fucked struggled and fought to get away but suddenly stopped and laid back against the other guy. Just then his dick erupted and come shot out his dick as the other guy was still jerking him to the rhythm of his ass fucking.

When the guy finished coming the other guy let go and grabbed his hips and began furiously fucking him, his cock becoming a blur of speed plowing the other guys asshole until his orgasm exploded and showered the other guys stomach and face. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the bigger guy stood up jerking the last few jets of come over the other guy. To my surprise the guy covered in come got to his knees and sucked the last squirt of come from the big guys cock. As they finished he turned to face the crowd and licked his fingers of the come, and said thanks for volunteering, come again some time. The lights came back on and the guys toweled off, gathered their clothes and went to a booth off to the side.

Mistress Rose said follow me and led me to anther part of this private club. There were doors on either side of the hallway and some were open others closed, windows to the hall next to each door some with blinds closed some open for viewing. We stopped at one window that was open, where a young man was whipping an older woman with a heavy looking leather flogger. He moved around behind her swiping at her with the flogger in an almost rhythmic step sequence. Mistress asked if I was up for similar attention and I said yes Mam.

She led me on to another open door, and there were tall bar stool seats around the outer walls of the larger room, so we went in and sat. Just after we sat, the one biracial couple came in and sat just down from us. There was a naked woman laying face down on a massage type table and the man standing next to the woman picked up a glass in one hand and swabbed the inside with one of two drum sticks in his other hand, and then lit the other drum stick on fire with a candle burning nearby. In one swift motion he used the flaming drum stick to ignite to fumes in the glass and placed it on the woman’s bare back. Instantly her skin sucked up into the glass and he went about repeating with nine more glass cups. He slid a few of them around making a design of the hicky suction marks on her back. The artistic design being created by such and intense application was fascinating. When he finished he pulled the glass cups off of her and she sat with her back to us exhibiting the art for everyone to see.

We went to another room that was empty and Mistress Rose and I discussed what she planned to do and I agreed, we met the D.M. { Dungeon Master } and he acknowledged our safe word and approved our scene. The door was opened and as a few people filtered in and sat down, including the biracial couple, Mistress Rose began by having me strip, and then secured me to the large leather covered St. Andrews cross. I was feeling a bit nervous, and frankly exposed, and once I was secure she began to use a nice set of rope floggers to whip my back, butt and upper legs. She was perfect in her execution, that was a mix of heavy pressure strikes and faster light stinging contacts. She used a very sharp edged leather flogger set next and really pushed me up to my pain threshold limits. Not knowing me, it was amazing how well she was able to read me and dance that edge. Next she turned me around to face the room and re secured me to the cross. I was slightly more aware of the number of people in the room now and my cock sticking out.

Mistress Rose took a set of plastic micro clips and put them on the tender bits of skin on my arms, nipples, legs, and lastly a row of eight along the underside of my cock. She took a large rather stiff feather and began running over the different clips causing me to twitch and jump at some of the contacts. She teased and tickled some, and then use the feather to swipe the clips off of me until all that were left were on my cock. When she put them on my cock was semi erect and still was until she started to use the feather to stroke my cock via the clips. The pain was exquisite and my erection started to build causing the clips to pull tight. The effect was more pain, and more erection until I was trembling and near orgasm. Mistress Rose was truly skilled and teased, keeping me on the edge by blowing lightly on my nipples and running the feather over me. I couldn’t take any more and she pulled a large goblet up to my cock as the first jetting stream of come blasted out of my cock.

She caught all of my come in the cup and as I bucked in orgasm she pulled a single clip at a time causing me to jerk and spurt another jet of come over and again until the clips were all off. My cock drooped slightly and she milked the last few drops out, and then sat the goblet down and began releasing me. She lead me to my knees after the last restraint was loosened. She ordered me to open my mouth and I did as ordered, and she fed me my come from the goblet. I was barely able to hold it all in my mouth and then she ordered me to swallow, which I did. There was applause and cheering, but it was so muffled in my mind by subspace taking over. The euphoria was amazing and I shook in a chill, Mistress Rose took a blanket from the D.M. covering me and hugging me through the space.

Mistress Rose was leading me out to my car before my head was really clear and she insisted in driving. I wasn’t sure where we were going or what we were going to do, when she pulled into a restaurant that I had seen before and assumed was closed because it was never open it seemed. But at this hour it was open, and she led me in and we sat in a booth. She ordered two deserts and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for hot chocolate and she ordered two. I asked about the restaurant and she said it was a after hours establishment that caters to those who work alternative hours. So when others are open they are closed and when others are closer they are open. We ate and I recovered some more as we talked over the scene and some things about our selves.

Mistress Rose paid for the meal and handed me my car keys along with her business card and told me I was dismissed. As I looked to her to ask about her way home she told me she would take a taxi from there. I was confounded by the real concern for my well being, and then dismissing me like she did. I went home and was fast to sleep, I called in sick to work in the morning when my alarm went off and went back to sleep. I woke up mid afternoon, and realized that Mistress Rose was a true professional Dominatrix. She spent the time at the restaurant making sure I was ok to drive and then without making an attachment sent me on my way. I had got what I paid for, and learned a lot about myself.

My thoughts kept going back to the rape scene and how sexually aroused I was and was now aroused just thinking about it. I thought about trying to find someone safe to experiment with but didn’t know anyone I trusted that much or that I wanted to know my sick little secret. A month went by and I couldn’t get the club or the rape scene out of my mind and decided that I wanted to explore that side of myself. I was sure I didn’t want to be raped, but maybe I was interested because I wanted to get fucked or suck a dick. The idea became more appealing to me as the weeks went by. I went by the porn shop and into the booths one late Friday evening, remembering the glory hole in the wall of one of the booths. I found that most of the booths had glory holes but some were more discrete and others were covered.

Sure enough after watching a couple mini features, I heard a stirring in the booth next to me and a light knock. I said come on, and a semi erect dick stuck through the hole. Still seated I bent over and took the dick in my mouth, it smelled funky and it only took a few minutes before they dick grew in my mouth and dumped a load of come in my mouth. It tasted bitter salty and well just wrong, so I spit it out onto the floor. I felt a degree of accomplishment at having made it come, but realized under those circumstances it wasn’t all that difficult to do. I went home and debated calling Mistress Rose, but instead I went to sleep some what frustrated.

Saturday I went to do laundry at the laundry mat and saw a gay couple and they were being very openly affectionate. I thought that they might have been putting on a show for me somewhat, but either way I was becoming more curious, and impatient. I called Mistress Rose explained what was going on and that I wanted to book her for the evening, as well as discuss how I could become a member of the club. She told me to pick her up at the restaurant and agreed on eight pm. I got there right at eight and she walked out of the restaurant over to my car and got in. On the way there she explained that the club was a private club and the annual dues were three thousand dollars and that any applicant would have to sign non disclosure agreement, as well as pay for a back ground check before being accepted.

She told me it would be better to wait until I had visited a few times and people to know me. When we got to the club we discussed what scene Mistress wanted to do and I agreed, noting that I should get more details and spend more time on the setup in the future. The door man let us in and as we sat in a booth to the side of the stage, Mistress asked if would like to do the scene in a private room, semi private, or would I try the main stage and my inner exhibitionist took over. I decided to go main stage and Mistress say in a half hour or maybe a little later? I answered a half hour would be great. She went up to the announcer and put her name on the list for the stage. She came back and told me that we would be third, in line.

I watched as the first act was a twenty something looking woman came out and stripped to music, and then began fisting herself laying on her back. Then She pulled a standard baseball bat out of her bag she started by inserting the handle end into her vagina and then when the grip disappeared she pulled It back out and stood up. She lowered herself down on the large end of the bat, and it did go in to her, but the amazing part was when she squatted down and the bat just went further into her. She road it for a minute and then waved and the lights went back up.

The next act was a lesbian couple and their niche was that one was barely four feet tall and very attractive not thick like most little people, Her partner was six foot four inches and played volleyball in college. They came out naked and began what looked like an exercise routine. The tall dyke laid on her back and actually juggled the smaller on her feet like a beach ball. They did all kinds of size related tricks, but the real deal was when the smaller woman walked over to the other and her mouth was nearly at the taller ones pussy level. The taller woman spread her feet slightly and the shorter one steeped forward and began eating the others pussy.

The couple really seemed to be enjoying themselves, when the shorter one pushed her fist up and into the taller ones’ ass. She shrieked and begged the shorter one to fuck her harder, and the pace picked up, and they turned side ways still standing and every one could see the fisting clearly. The shorter one reached up with the other hand and tugged on the taller woman’s tit. For a minute I swear I thought she was going to attempt to swing from her tits. The two finished their very polished scene, and the lights once again came on.

Mistress Rose and I went up on stage and She pulled what looked to be a weight bench from the back of the stage to front center. As it came into the light it was part weight bench part stocks and it had a lot of adjusting screws and control handles. I had never seen anything like it before and it was scarier than Mistress had described. The house lights went down and it was show time, Mistress Rose ordered me to disrobe, which I did. She opened up her over coat and revealed a leather corset and fishnet stockings, she looked very animated, and scary sexy. She ordered me to kneel in front of her which I did and she put a collar on me that had a hose and bulb, like a blood pressure setup attached.

She led me to the bench and sat me down on it. She secured my arms out to my sides and legs individually to the bench. I couldn’t see much from this point and she raised the bench up about a foot with a foot pump like the old barber’s chairs. She pulled an odd dildo looking device out of her bag and put it in my mouth and then used a strap harness over my head securing my head in place to the bench. I was really beginning to get nervous and excited at being secured tighter than I ever had before. Mistress Rose placed a cage type device with rings over my cock and balls that I wasn’t really able to see. I had worn a similar device once before or so I thought. After placing it on me, she stood next to me and played with a remote control and the cage device gave me a light shock and vibration.

Mistress Rose asked if I felt that, and I nodded, she said good boy. I felt conflicted about being called a boy, until she hit another button and my legs started separating and raising at the same time. I forgot about the boy comment and focused on what was next. Once my legs were up in the air and spread wide apart Mistress Rose came over and I could feel her putting lubricant on – in my asshole, pushing a finger of the lube inside me. I could feel her step between my legs and then something being forced into my asshole. I figured she was using a strap on, as I could feel her body pressing into mine as the fake cock pushed into me. Having had a dildo in my ass before I didn’t remember it feeling warm and well life like. After a few minutes of working the cock in my ass she was bottoming out and began a steady fucking pace.

I thought to myself this wasn’t all that bad, I liked immobility, asphyxia, being fucked by a dominatrix on stage in front of a bunch of other kinky folks, and then I felt the vibrating shock wave of fire go through my cock. It was like my cock had caught on fire and the fire was riding up and down my cock. Instantly I felt the pressing urge to come. I mentally put the urge aside, but then she really started rocking the cock in and out of my ass, slamming it home. I grew used to the fucking and was wondering if this was it and then my balls spasm-ed and contracted like a charlie horse. It was all consuming and directly tied to fire fucking my cock. I wasn’t able to maintain focus and the urge to come was over whelming me.

I didn’t mentally want to come, but my body was on over drive and I knew I no longer had a choice, I was going to come. It seemed like at the very moment I gave in to my impending orgasm, the vibrating shocking fire stopped. I felt her turn a screw on the device in my mouth and I couldn’t get air. I focused and controlled my breath through my nose. Mistress Rose turned the fire back on and instantly I thought I was going to come but didn’t. She did something and the intensity of the vibration increased two fold and then my cock went in to spasm, rock hard throbbing in a cramp and she put her fingers on my nose closing off my air way.

I tried to remain calm but with all my senses maxing out it was mind blowing as I felt the come erupt from my cock flailing about spraying a stream of come around as I began to see light from lack of oxygen. The very fiber of every one of my senses was on fire erupting my orgasm in a reality that seemed impossible but very tangible. I felt Mistress let go of my nose and as I breathed a deep breath in through my nose I come feel the come still erupting in violent spurts and the vibrating shocks prolonging the end of my orgasm. The stars I was seeing and the intense ass pounding became my focus as my cock continued to convulse while nothing was coming from it anymore.

Mistress Rose turned a screw and removed the device in my mouth and I breathing heavily regaining some mental clarity. She slid the cock out of my ass and I felt a profound emptiness and then she pushed her hand inside my ass. I felt so full, and my cock was still burning and spasming to the vibrating shocks, the skin starting to get raw. Mistress hit just the right spot and another volley of come painfully erupted from my cock flying into the air just when I thought I was dry. My come was painful as it worked through my dick to escape and burned as it exploded from my cock. As the flow of come dried up, Mistress Rose removed her hand and then dialed down the rings of fire. She removed the device from my cock and started releasing me from the bench.

I was so weakened by the experience, putting my feet to the floor caused the room to spin, the applause and cheering were surreal and almost out of my reality. The Dungeon Master came over as Mistress Rose sat me on a chair at the back of the stage and helped her put the bench to the back of the stage area. I was unable to put my pants on and Mistress had to do some after care with me. The announcer, announced a fifteen minute intermission, and the house lights came on slowly. Finely I was able to get dressed and followed Mistress to our booth. I don’t remember much from the rest of the evening other than gathering our things and going out to my car.

Mistress Rose drove back to the restaurant where I had picked her up, and looking at me, she asked where I lived. I was surprised and told her, and she drove to my place telling me that I wasn’t in any condition to drive. When we got to my place she came in and commented on how nice the house was, how much space I had. She called a taxi and a few minutes later I heard the horn outside, Mistress Rose kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for a good show, telling me I did great. I thanked her and she left. I ran through the scene in my head feeling the sensations in my worn body and fell asleep in my chair, dreaming what she would do to me next.

The End

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